Chapter 45 The power of the priest
The moment the blue god's shadow appeared, it enveloped everyone in Prince Jing's Mansion.
Indifferent, blurry eyes swept across the whole place, and then the "god" suddenly rolled up a tornado from his lower body, sending sand and rocks flying.
"Fire the arrow!"
The bowstring of the hand crossbow vibrated and arrows rained down, but the arrows that could tear through soft armor were blown away when they hit the wind wall.
"Let's go!" The black-clothed warlock exhaled, and the gods above his head collapsed. After the strong wind passed, the group of people disappeared, leaving only clusters of arrows in the courtyard.
Escape.
"Wind Escape Technique! They didn't run far, chase them separately!"
Zhou Cang shouted in a deep voice, and the Jinyi people riding on the wall jumped down one after another.
With his hearing, he can catch the footsteps that suddenly appear in all directions in the night and are escaping quickly.
After the warlock led people to escape from the encirclement, those in Prince Jing's Mansion were fleeing in scattered directions.
"Sir, the other party actually has a master of this level. I'm afraid we can't stop him." A man in Jinyi said to Zhou Cang, looking anxious.
Most of the time, there are few enemies in the city who are strong.
Especially if it only involves firearms, it stands to reason that there should not be practitioners of this level among the enemy.
Their judgment of the combat strength of both sides was wrong.
"Don't be anxious," Zhou Cang remained calm. While running in pursuit, he glanced back at the backyard behind him and said:
"And Mr. Zhao."
Before setting off, he asked Ma Yan for instructions on whether to send out experts to ensure safety, or whether to let the governor himself do it.
At that time, Ma Yan only said calmly: "Sun Lianying is the most considerate in handling things. Don't worry. Since that old cunning guy dares to talk about joint handling of the case, he must have made arrangements. Hum, I know him very well."
There was both contempt and admiration in his words, as if the two had a deep friendship.
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No, why am I the only one left... In the small courtyard, Zhao Duan stood alone, wanting to curse someone in his heart.
As soon as I started reading the prepared lines, the audience left, but it was okay.
"Priest Jin Jian? Are you there? Where has the thief gone? Please arrest him." He asked loudly into the air.
There was silence.
Just when he suspected that the unreliable girl skipped work.
Suddenly, pale golden footprints lit up one after another on the ground, extending into the distance.
"..."
Zhao Duan was speechless, feeling like he was rubbing the darkness with his hands after get off work and turning on "automatic path finding".
There was no time to complain, so he jumped up, the rolling air machine filled his meridians, followed the guidance of the golden footprints with Qinggong, and ran all the way.
After majoring in the Martial God inheritance, the energy in his body became more powerful and domineering, far beyond what he had been before.
It was as if a super-powerful engine had been installed, running at full speed, almost leaving an afterimage.
Moving around on the rooftops of buildings as if walking on flat ground.
After chasing for a long time, the surroundings became increasingly quiet. When Zhao Duan landed on a secluded street, he found that at the end of the long street, the black-clothed warlock was alone.
So much time to wait.
The golden footprints have long since disappeared, and the other party seems to have never seen them.
"Are you Zhao Duan? The pretty boy raised by the empress?" The black-clothed warlock looked at him with interest.
Zhao Duan suddenly became alert and did not approach hastily. He stopped a few feet away from the other party, glanced around and asked:
"Zhang Changshuo is not with you?"
"That waste?" The black-clothed warlock said coldly, "If you don't succeed enough, you will fail more than you should."
When he fled, he left it behind.
The soldiers also felt it was a drag and threw them out to attract the pursuers.
But soon, he discovered that the imperial office had not sent any experts to come, and it was obvious that he had underestimated the difficulty of arresting him tonight.
The sense of urgency was lifted, and after noticing that there was a "tail" following behind me, I had other thoughts.
"I heard that you are quite favored by the false emperor. If you die here, the false emperor will definitely be sad." The black-clothed warlock said with a smile.
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, touched the handle of the knife on his waist with his right hand, and sighed: "There is an illusion that I can fight back. If you are really sure, why bother talking nonsense with me?"
The black-clothed warlock said nothing, he was indeed observing.
He majored in the god [Wind Uncle] and had the ability to obtain information through hyacinth transmission.
This is also the reason why he lurked in the capital - to facilitate the transmission of messages to the south.
At this moment, he was sure from the night wind that the pretty boy was chasing after him alone. He was determined and his eyes were stern: "Slick tongue. Today I will teach you a lesson. Never underestimate your opponent at any time."
The words fell.
The middle-aged warlock in black raised his cuffs and felt the breeze around him. He put his thin hand bones together into a knife and slashed diagonally!
Just one split!
Under the night, the cold air was pulled by an inexplicable force, gathered crazily, squeezed, and condensed into a giant cyan blade that was about ten feet long and shaped like a half-moon.
"Let's get on with it." The warlock pushed, the corners of his mouth raised, and his tone was mocking.
bass!
The giant wind blade triggered a sonic boom and plowed out along the central axis of the long street like lightning. At the end of the wind blade, the bluestone ground silently dented.
Everywhere he passed, pure white knife marks were left on the street stones, extending straight towards the noble prince who stood there blankly, as if he was frightened.
Zhao Duan's pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tightened, and he felt that his body was being restrained, and the airflow from the left and right sides was squeezing towards him, making it difficult to dodge.
As if being fixed on the railway track, the train in the distance pulls its whistle and roars closer, and time slows down in perception.
The energy in his body, as strong as a dragon, moved wildly, seeming to urge him to break free.
You can break free...but you don't have to.
However, Zhao Duan only held the handle of the knife with his hand, letting the hair on his forehead blow back, not trying to avoid it.
He was betting that the "Zhu Dot Boy" hiding in the dark would not stand idly by.
The stars suddenly brightened, and the wisps of clouds blowing from the south in the daytime broke away in the sky, as if the heavenly secret was being pulled.
The clouds are clearing and the moon is rising, and stars as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River are twinkling in the pitch-black universe, which is no different from how it was billions of millions of years ago, when the planet was barren and primitive.
The girl floated there, mysterious and ethereal beyond words.
Jin Jian's blank and unfocused eyes suddenly focused, and a slightly pale finger poked out from the sleeve of the black priest's robe embroidered with gold thread.
Somewhat carefully, he pressed the middle part of the wind blade a few inches in front of Zhao Duan's forehead.
The "train" stopped abruptly.
Bang!
Silently, the wind knife, which was fierce and sharp enough to tear through the heavy armor of the Iron Buddha Cavalry in the army, broke into a piece of fragmented turbulence and floated towards the two of them.
"Why don't you hide?"
Jin Jian's voice was hollow and she tilted her head, as if she was confused.
Phew...Zhao Duan breathed out silently and asked, "Why did you show up?"
Jin Jian explained carefully:
"My mission is to protect your safety, not to catch a thief."
After thinking for a while, he added:
"That's an extra price."
It actually makes sense... Workers will never do extra work unless they pay more... Zhao Duan thought deeply, raised his hand and pointed at the other person, and asked with a smile:
"What's the price for catching him?"
Well... Anyway, no matter how expensive it is, I will promise it first and then ask Ma Yan to reimburse it... The imperial office should not be short of money.
"He doesn't need money."
The girl named Jin Jian, with fluttering clothes, looked at the black-clothed warlock with a straight face, her expression a little unhappy:
"The orthodox Fengbo summoning spell originated from the Tianshi Mansion...where did you learn it? The Dharma God Sect? Or the escaped priest?"
After a pause, the girl with an ethereal voice and a mysterious temperament shook her head and said:
"You will definitely refuse to answer, then I will have to clean up the door."
No...he didn't say a word, so you concluded that he didn't want to talk...Zhao Duan was unable to complain.
Across the long street.
The black-clothed warlock was no longer leisurely at all. He stared at Jin Jian with fearful eyes and blurted out:
"Priest Zhudian!?"
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The upstairs was being renovated, and while I was typing, my mind was filled with the sound of an electric drill, and my efficiency was straining my hips, so the update was a little late. .
(End of chapter)