The Path Toward Heaven

The fighting has begun, and Nanshan cannot stay longer because of Tonglu.

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

The war between the practitioners is always so cruel, cruel and fast.

In a short period of time, life and death will give up the answer. In contrast, the battle between mortals is really like playing wine.

Hundreds of Jianguang and magical instruments shuttled in the night sky, and then Jianguang kept falling, like rain, I don't know how many people died.

Looking at the pictures in the night sky, Nanzheng suddenly felt that killing people in Bu Lao Lin usually looked like a house drink.

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

So the gimbal was destroyed.

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

She knew that the world in the fog was equally dangerous, but she would rather face those dangers than stay on the clouds and watch the pictures.

The world under the clouds was quiet, and the sound of killing gradually disappeared, but her eyes became very vigilant, and she took down the Bi Shizhen from behind.

The slender fingers fell on the zither, and silently pulled out, making a very bright sound. The invisible zither's sound spread to the surroundings and cut off the dense mist.

Poppy poppy.

Several muffled sounds started.

The Guardian cavalry ambushing in the night knew that it had been found by the target and immediately launched an assault. The heavy iron hoofs trampled the ground, and the vibration was extremely clear.

Nan Zheng held the zheng with one hand and swept back quickly, but could not avoid the number of rides from the side.

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

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

At least dozens of Guardian Cavalry appeared in her field of vision, and the shadows were dense, like a stone forest.

Nan Zheng looked at the cavalry leader in front without fear.

The cavalry chief's face 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 eyes moved downwards, and he saw the cavalry chief carrying a flying sword.

That flying sword was very tightly bound, exuding a hint of coldness, obviously not ordinary.

The cavalry chief took out the magic weapon, looked at the portrait appearing in Qingguang, and looked at Nanzheng's face illuminated by the clear light. He said, "You are an assassin of Lao Lin, I will only give you three breaths to surrender."

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

On the way back to camp, he didn't want to have another incident, but since he couldn't leave the old assassin, he couldn't leave.

Nanzheng, of course, would not surrender, nor was he prepared to wait for the other party to finish the three breaths, and stretched his right hand to the four waste bottles around his waist.

She hasn't studied the blood magic demon relics, and can't use the full power of the Four Wilderness Bottles like Yu Buhuan, but it should be no problem to stop these cavalry.

Just when her finger was about to touch the Four Wild Bottles, a gust of wind suddenly rose in front of the cliff.

It was obviously a foggy night in late spring, but the wind was extremely shivering.

There is no temperature or moisture in the wind.

Someone came to her with the wind, and naturally reached out to take down the bluestone zither behind her, and then walked to the cavalry.

Nanzheng was shocked. This person's breath was not so strong. Why did he not even have a little resistance when he took Bi Shizheng?

It was a young girl in white with a white veil on her face, and white veil danced gently in the wind, revealing a very ordinary face.

Gu Pan Shensheng said, "Report your name."

This girl in white has a clean and extremely breathy breath, obviously practicing the Xuanmen's authentic exercises, and she should be a man of the right way.

But because of her actions, Gu Pan and the Guardian 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 by armor, and the eyes that were exposed showed a dignified color.

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

This time it was a top secret operation. Where did she know about it?

The girl in white knew that these Guardian cavalry could not cross the sword. Without saying anything, her right hand landed on the surface of the zither, and her index finger slightly ticked.

Hum.

The zheng sounded.

Nan Zheng looked very clearly at the back. The young girl should have never used a zheng, and she used piano manipulation techniques, and even this technique seemed a little jerky, and it was even awkward, like a beginner. But this zither ... is so clear, even the voice of the young phoenix.

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

Those Guardian cavalry were ordinary people, and they couldn't hear the horror of this kite sound.

The mounts under them felt very obvious, and seemed extremely anxious. Instead of disregarding the master's control, they had to turn the horse's head and run away.

But it was too late, and the zheng sound full of killing was spreading around, easily touching the rune paper on the cavalry and the horse, and then shredding.

The rune papers had just ignited and had not had time to emit the last rays of light, and they became diffused fires, like fireflies.

The fireflies had not really disappeared, and more than a hundred cavalrymen had fallen from their mounts, and those mounts also fell down, making a dense and heavy muffled sound.

Without the help of a Mao Zhai's rune paper, the cavalry and the war horse could not bear such heavy armor. They fell to the ground and struggled, but could not stand.

The girl in white walked forward, reached out and took off the flying sword from behind Gu Pan, feeling the cold breath from the sword body, and nodded in satisfaction.

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

She turned and walked towards Nan Zheng.

Gu Pan came from a disciple from Zhongzhou. Although he was ordinary, he was a practitioner, forcibly pushing away the mount that was pressed on his leg, and taking off his heavy armor, exposing his sweaty face and anxious eyes.

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

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

Nan Zheng nodded a little nervously. UU reads www.uukanshu.com. The other party's breath is not strong, but the intuition in spiritual knowledge tells her that she will regret if she takes the shot.

The girl in white asked, "Name."

She said, "Nan Zheng."

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

Judging from the breath, the girl is obviously a Taoist practitioner, and maybe she met Nan forget.

Nan Zheng thought that if she told the truth, she would be afraid of problems.

As she was about to lie, she thought of the pictures on the cloud, and suddenly became bored. She gritted her teeth and said, "She is my tribe and enemy.

After saying this, a sneer of ridicule appeared on her lips, and she was ready to fight.

Knowing that she was not her opponent, she could not die like that.

Unexpectedly, the girl in white took a look at her and said, "I also hate that woman, so I won't kill you."