The Path Toward Heaven

The battle has already begun, and you can't stay here longer because of Tonglu.

But in fact, the battle did not end long before it started.

The war between practitioners will always be so cruel, cruel and rapid.

In a short time, life and death will hand over the answer. Compared with it, the battle between mortals is really like playing a house wine.

Hundreds of sword lights and magic weapon lights shuttled through the night sky, and then the sword lights kept falling, like rain, I don't know how many people died.

Looking at the pictures in the night sky, Nan Zheng suddenly felt like killing people in the non-Lao Lin was like playing a house wine.

Although her level is much higher than some practitioners who participated in the battle today.

The gimbal is thus destroyed.

She turned towards the cloud and stumbled all the way. I don't know how many times she fell from the cliff. Even if she wasn't injured, there was some pain.

She knows that the world in the fog is equally dangerous, but she would rather face the dangers instead of staying on the clouds and watching the pictures.

The world under the cloud was quiet, and the sound of fighting was gradually moving away, but there was a strong vigilance in her eyes, and she removed the Bi Shi Zheng from behind.

Slender fingers landed on the zither, pulling quietly, making a very bright sound, the invisible zither sound spreading around, cutting the dense fog.

Pappapap.

Several muffled noises sounded one after another.

The Divine Guard Cavalry lurking in the night knew that it was discovered by the target, and launched the charge as soon as possible. The heavy iron hoof stepped on the ground, and the vibration was extremely clear.

Nanzheng held the kite with one hand and swept back quickly, but failed to avoid the number riding from the side.

With a dull impact, she retreated to a cliff, her face pale.

The rune paper cut by the zheng sound burned, emitting a faint light, illuminating the surroundings.

At least dozens of Divine Guard cavalry appeared in her field of vision, the shadows were dense, like a stone forest.

Nanzheng looked at the cavalry leader in the forefront without fear.

The face of the cavalry leader was hidden in the helmet, and he could only see his eyes, his eyes were clean, and he looked a little young, but extremely cold.

Nan Zheng's gaze moved down, and saw the cavalry leader carrying a flying sword.

The flying sword was tied very tightly, exuding a hint of coldness, obviously not ordinary.

The cavalry first received the magic weapon, looked at the portraits that appeared in Qingguang, and looked at the face of Nanzheng illuminated by Qingguang, and said, "You are not an assassin of Lao Lin, I will only give you three breaths to surrender."

The cavalry commander was looking forward to the subordinates during the day.

On the way back to camp, he didn't want to do anything else, but since he met the assassin of Lao Lin, he couldn't just leave.

Of course, Nanzheng will not surrender, nor is he ready to wait for the other party to count the three breaths, and stretch his right hand to the four waste bottles in his waist.

She has n’t learned the secret relics of the Blood Demon Sect, and she ca n’t use the full power of Sihuangbo like Yu Buhuan, but it should be no problem to block these cavalry.

Just when her finger was about to touch the Sihuangbo, suddenly there was a gust of wind in front of the cliff.

Obviously it was a foggy night in late spring, but the wind was very cold.

There is no temperature or moisture in the wind.

Someone came to her with the wind, and naturally reached out to take off the Bi Shi Zheng behind her, and then walked to the cavalrymen.

Nanzheng was shocked, this person's breath is not so powerful, then why when he took Bi Shizheng, he couldn't even give birth to a bit of resistance?

It was a girl in white with a white gauze on her face, and the white gauze danced with the wind, revealing a very ordinary looking face.

Gu Pan Shen Sheng said: "Report your name."

This young girl in white has a clear and peaceful atmosphere. She obviously cultivates the Xuan Men's authentic exercises, which should be the right way.

But because of her move, Gu Pan and the Guards cavalry were still vigilant.

The girl in white said, "You don't need to know who I am, but you should know my purpose."

Gu Pan's face was covered with armor, and his exposed eyes gave a dignified look.

Is the opponent's goal a sword on his back?

This is a top secret operation, where did she know about it?

The girl in white knew that these Guardian cavalry would not be able to hand over the sword. Without saying anything, her right hand fell on the face of the zither, and her index finger gave a slight tick.

Hum.

The zither sounded.

Nanzheng can see clearly from the back. This girl should have never used zither, and used the technique of playing the piano. Even this technique seems a bit jerky, and even awkward, like a beginner.But this zither sound ... is really too clear, even the voice of the young phoenix.

And why does a zither sound have such a strong killing spirit?

Those Guards cavalry are ordinary people, and the horror of the sound of zither could not be heard at all.

The mount beneath them felt very obvious and appeared extremely anxious, even disregarding the master's control, they had to turn the head of the horse and fled towards the distance.

But it was too late, the zheng sound full of killing sent to the surroundings, easily touched the rune on the cavalry and mount, and then shredded.

The rune papers were just ignited and had not had time to radiate the final light. They turned into scattered fire spots, like fireflies.

The fireflies hadn't really disappeared yet, more than a hundred cavalrymen fell off the mounts, and those mounts also fell down, making a dense heavy muffled noise.

Without the help of Yi Maozhai's rune paper, the cavalry and the warhorse could not bear such heavy armor. They fell on the ground and struggled constantly, but could not stand up.

The girl in white walked forward, reaching for the flying sword from behind Gu Pan, feeling the cold breath from the sword, and nodding her head in satisfaction.

I don't know what method she used, the sword disappeared in her palm.

She turned and walked towards Nanzheng.

Gu Pan was a disciple of Zhongzhou's outer disciples. Although he was ordinary, he was a practitioner in the end, forcibly pushing away his mount on his leg, and taking off his heavy armor, revealing his sweaty face and anxious eyes.

He looked at the girl's back and shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

The girl in white ignored him and went to Nanzheng and asked, "Are you from the barbarian department?"

Nanzheng nodded nervously. The other party's breath was not strong, but the instinct in her spiritual knowledge told her that she would regret it if she shot.

The girl in white asked, "Name."

She said, "Nan Zheng."

The girl in white asked: "What is your relationship with Nan Wang?"

Judging from the breath, the girl was obviously a practitioner of the righteous sect, and she might have known Nan Nan.

Nan Zheng thought that if he told the truth, he was afraid that there would be a problem.

When she was about to lie, she thought of the pictures on the cloud, suddenly bored, and said, "She is my tribe and an enemy."

After saying this, her lips sneered with a sneer, and she was ready to fight.

Knowing not to be an opponent, she could not die like this.

Unexpectedly, the girl in white looked at her and said, "I hate that woman too, so I won't kill you."