Volume 7 Chapter 22

Gao gongyue's face suddenly appeared a helpless bitterness.

He knew that the war could not be avoided, so he could only fight.

His white and tender lotus knuckle like right hand stretched out from the broad sleeve robe of the scholar. With this stretch of his hand, more than ten lines of wrinkles suddenly appeared on his bright and clean face, and his whole inflated body seemed to leak like a ball of air, which shrank suddenly. The surging energy in his body suddenly gushed out of his right hand.

There are seven colors of light dreamlike condensation, in his hands formed a seven color deer.

The seven color deer broke away from his hand, tore the air, and flew in the night sky, contracting in a golden flying knife like a willow leaf.

This golden lancet, the size of a willow leaf, shot out of his hand, has a strange arc on its surface. In the night sky, it does not advance in a straight line, but constantly changes its position in the air, like a huge firefly.

This weapon, which was worshipped by the governor's Government of Donglin Province, was extremely rare.

The flying dagger is not the flying sword controlled by the master after all. No matter how the route in the air twists and turns, the final destination has been determined at the time of shooting and cannot be changed.

But gaogongyue's throwing knife is not only one.

This first Throwing Knife disappears in the seven color deer. Suddenly, it is engrossed in the powerful soul power and makes a fierce meal in the air. When it starts to accelerate amazingly, its second, third and fourth A total of eight throwing knives were suspended in front of him like time, and they also began to accelerate amazingly.

The space in front of his right hand was extinguished nine times in a breathing time, leaving nine throwing knives speeding up to impact the air, forming nine circles of shock wave like cyclones.

In other people's eyes, these nine throwing knives are all inspired at the same time.

Nine transparent cyclones exploded in front of him, and then nine golden willow leaves disappeared in front of him, scattered in the night sky.

Gao gongyue shocks half of his soul power at this moment, and his people seem to be ten years old at that moment. However, the surging smell around his whole body is not slightly reduced, but growing stronger.

Because he is very clear that his own attack may not be able to kill or severely hurt the opponent, and the opponent's counterattack will be extremely amazing.

His skin became like yellow jade, and the earth under his feet became more and more transparent.

At nine o'clock, the golden light in the night sky formed a sphere, contracting towards the center of the sphere.

In the center of the sphere is the dark priest who walks in the dark, sticks to the light in his heart, ignores all the rules of the world, and is regarded as the Shura in the blood.

No matter where you dodge, you will inevitably encounter one or two of them.

These nine throwing knives with terrorist power form a metal cage and trap the dark priest in it.

Gaogongyue just stepped into the provincial city five years ago, and met the great sacrifice of the provincial governor at that time in Jinfeng lane. But with this attack, the great sacrifice of the provincial governor was defeated and retreated. He became a new great sacrifice of the provincial governor from an unknown practitioner.

Five years later, his strike was much stronger than that in Jinfeng lane.

But his face suddenly changed.

Because the opponent in the middle of the metal cage suddenly disappeared from the metal cage.

The dark priest simply fell down and went underground.

Even though Gao gongyue knew his weakness in this attack, and knew that he could not control the flying sword to walk underground like a saint. He knew that the opponent's foot was an empty door, but he still could not imagine how the other side could sweep the solid land under his feet to such a degree in a moment, so that the other side's people could fall deeply and disappear completely in front of him.

He thought of many kinds of response, but he didn't think of this one.

At the feet of the dark priest, it seemed that he had suddenly opened a passage to the dark world, and his whole body disappeared.

Two golden throwing knives, like willow leaves falling from the top to the bottom, shot into the deep hole where he disappeared. Two soft sounds of "poof" made a sound deep into the earth.

These two sounds are light, but they seem to be the fuse. The countless rustling sounds around the high arch moon suddenly make a loud noise, and suddenly become very intense.

The breath of gaogongyue is completely stopped.

In his perception, his body was originally a heavy rain, but at this moment, in his perception, all rain lines, all from the bottom to the top, each rain line has become a deadly soul soldier, flying out into the sky!

He is surrounded by the ground in the courtyard, all boiling!

It was not boiling in his perception, but it was visible to the naked eye. The real boiling was like a pot of boiling hot soup. Countless dust flew up from the ground, and all the slate, pebbles, and bricks on the ground were suddenly broken.

In the middle of this boiling cauldron, gaogongyue leaps up in horror and towards the roof at the back.

He had never jumped so hastily, so high, that it felt like he was going to leap towards the bright moon in the sky.

At this moment, he finally understood the way in which the dark priest Mu Xinli suddenly fell into the ground below, and he finally understood what the rustle of extending in the ground was.

Countless long silver snake like chains gush out of the ground, like a long haired witch throwing all her hair out, and the surface of each silver snake like chain is also a piece of fine scales, a white swimming light like a smaller snake swimming on the surface of these chains.

These rustling voices, these murderous meanings, are all real. They are all soul soldiers wandering underground.

Looking at these seemingly endless lengths of silver snake rope shooting out of the ground, Gao gongyue's face suddenly turned pale, his body turned over in the air, stood upside down in the air, and a white wish appeared in his hands.

The remaining soul power in his body, without any stinginess, was absorbed into the white wishful thinking. The intensity of the concentration made his body unable to bear it. The skin of his hands were all split, and the mouth also spewed out a mouthful of blood.

White Ruyi seems to be burning, and every Rune like leaves and stems seems to have a white waterfall pouring out.

A white waterfall forms a huge white leaf in front of the high arch moon.

Innumerable silver snakes bite on the white leaves and burst out innumerable silver and white halos in the air.

The high arch moon faces the ground, but his body is pushed higher and higher by the powerful force.

Countless small silver snakes whirled in the air, twined together, and became a large silver snake. The ground rolled open, and the dark priest, who was covered in the old black robe, rose from it.

All the silver serpents were stretched out from under his robe, and he seemed to step on the silver serpent.

"Hiss!"

This Shura, walking in the dark, quietly raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and still could not see his face. The silver snake also raised its head and bit the white leaves again.

The white leaves split in the air.

The white Ruyi in gaogongyue's hand is also split. The big sacrifice of the provincial governor's mansion spits out a mouthful of blood, but he ignores the blood and says: "I will not interfere any more."

The big silver snake disappeared in the air. All the ropes took back the black robe of the black robed man. The black robed man fell to the ground, his feet were deep in the floating earth, the high arch moon fell heavily on the eaves, crushing numerous black tiles. Then he sat down on the broken tiles with a wry smile, without any action.

The black robed man lowered his head, jumped up again, turned into a dark cloud and disappeared into many black eaves.

Gao gongyue dried the blood on the corner of his mouth, took out a medicine bottle and swallowed a pill, but he sighed a long time, still sat in the countless broken tiles, closed his eyes, as if he had settled down.

Lin Xi runs in a bamboo forest with a long black knife.

He didn't change his bloodstained blue shirt, because he knew that it was the same as the black sabre in his hand, the evidence needed by those who came according to the emperor's will.

If he and Jiang Xiaoyi change their clothes together, they will completely limit the battlefield to that house, and Jiang Xiaoyi and the dark priest will also be dragged into the water.

Now he has the evidence, and he himself is the greatest evidence. When he escapes from the house, those people will follow him.

At the moment, there is no one who intercepts in his sight, but he knows that there has been an invisible big net opened with him as the center. Only when he completely breaks through the net and disappears from the eyes of the people who make up the net, can he let these people have no evidence.

The bamboo forest is dark, but there are thick bamboo leaves. There are no weeds. It's very easy to run.

But he soon stopped.

In front of him, at the end of the bamboo forest, there appeared a man in a long moon white shirt. He had a handsome face, only a face of more than 40 years old, but his temples had turned white, and his face was lonely. It seemed that everything in the world was dispensable in his eyes, and there was no place to attract his attention and make him happy.

In his hand, he also carried a long sword with a white scabbard.

The hilt is made of yellowish ivory, and the spike is made of gold silk. It is long and drifts beside the hilt.

After Lin Xi stopped, a man came out behind him.

A zither player holding a piano box is a red woman with a black scarf over her face, and her clothes are embroidered with peonies.

Lin Xi shakes his head silently, and starts to run towards the side indirectly, then runs away.

However, what he didn't think of was that neither of the two men moved to catch up.

The white swordsman's eyes rested on the piano box and the red woman in the hands of the red woman, who walked through the bamboo forest towards the swordsman.