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Quicksand between the fingers, crushed ice dots.

Huo Su's expression was solemn, and Xiao Chun's water surface was as cold as ice.

At that moment, it was as if the gods had cast a spell on the courtyard, and everything stood still.

The small, bouncing ball freezes in the air, forming a solid layer of ice on its surface. Hongni was finally able to free her hand, her bright rose-like fingers, and she nodded towards Xiao Chunshui's snow-white eyes without thinking about it.

Lin Feng swept past Xiao Chunshui, and when the long thorn in Xiao Chunshui's hand touched Huo Su's golden fingers, he kicked hard under his feet and jumped out from behind Xiao Chunshui. The person was in mid-air, and the small cylinder in his hand was already pointing at Huo Su, who was in a stalemate with Xiao Chunshui.

When Hongni attacked Xiao Chunshui, Lin Fengren was on top of him, and he could stop Hongni's movements as long as he wanted to. But he didn't, what he was waiting for was this opportunity, once he let it go, if he wanted to restrain Huo Su's Huoyun Step, it would only be difficult, and their time was running out, and out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen a white-clothed divine attendant appear in the courtyard.

So at the door, the red fingers were inserted into Xiao Chunshui's eyes, Lin Feng aimed a small cylinder at Huo Su in the air, and Qiu Ci stood in the middle of the courtyard, his body was like a bow, and his right fist was like an arrow.

Eighteen Ways of Killing Gods, Ninth Style-Consistent.

When Apu taught the eighteen styles of killing gods, the explanation of the ninth style was: This style is not the most powerful of the eighteen forms, but it is the most difficult, especially with the physical strength of human beings, and the body as a bow. Turning fists into arrows, the pursuit of the ultimate in speed. The key is to stimulate the full explosive power of each part of the body, feet, legs, waist, shoulders, fists, and how strong the physical fitness of the person is. This trick is as strong as it gets. It's all about the power of speed, and power depends on speed.

Qiu Ci had never used this formula, and this style was too heavy on her body. If it doesn't work, the muscles will be severely strained or fractured, unless it's a mecha, otherwise she doesn't plan to use it for real.

But she used it at this time, because she had seen Xiao Chunshui's snow-white pupils, and at this time, he couldn't notice anything else in his eyes except for his opponent. She thought that Lin Feng would block Hongni, but Lin Feng didn't. His goal was always Josu.

The wind sounded, and the black and red checkered coat on Qiu Ci's body fell in place, but the person disappeared. Her people are like arrows, and her fists are clusters of arrows, shooting straight at the red neon.

Hongni's fingers were still half a finger away from Xiao Chunshui's eyes. She turned her head abruptly, and another hand like a red orchid was raised, colliding with Qiu Ci's fist.

As soon as they touched, there was a crackling sound of bone joint friction, and the autumn words were still in full swing, and the people also collided with Hongni heavily, and the two of them shook from Xiao Chunshui's side and rolled into a ball on the ground.

The cylinder in Lin Feng's hand spewed out thousands of threads, covering Huo Su's head, and Huo Su watched. But he didn't dare to make any moves. Xiao Chunshui's long thorn was firmly grasped in his hand, but as long as he relaxed a little, the long thorn would definitely penetrate his eyebrows.

The white-clothed attendants who entered the courtyard were shocked and immediately rushed towards several people.

The silver thread fell on Huo Su's body, like magnetic sand meeting a magnet, wrapping his whole body densely. Lin Feng then fell beside him. A dagger emerged from the cylinder and struck at Josu's throat.

As soon as the white-clothed priests arrived at the side of a few people, they didn't have time to make a move, when they heard Lin Feng shouting: "Stop." ”

Everyone put down their hands that wanted to attack Xiao Chunshui, and turned their heads to look at him with an unkind expression.

Lin Feng knew that they were less than 16 years old, and they couldn't open their mouths when they died, and it was not their turn to make decisions about the affairs of the National Teacher's Mansion. He's waiting, waiting for someone qualified to make a decision to come out.

"Spring water!" Lin Feng enlarged his voice and shouted at Xiao Chunshui.

Xiao Chunshui's body trembled, his snow-white and confused pupils gradually gained focus, and the long thorn in his hand still did not let go. If he didn't stop, how could Huo Su dare to stop, even if he was entangled and bound by thousands of troubles, he grabbed the tip of the long thorn with both hands.

"Stop, Chunshui." Lin Feng shouted again.

Xiao Chunshui's eyes cleared, and then he came back to his senses and put away the long thorn in his hand. Huo Su let go, but his eyes did not take his eyes off him, but did not look at the silk thread on his body and the dagger on his throat.

"Where is she?" He looked at Xiao Chunshui and asked softly.

Xiao Chunshui lowered his eyelids, covering his white pupils, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "No one." ”

Huo Su smiled, didn't ask anymore, glanced at Lin Feng casually, and said lightly: "What?" What do you want to do with me? ”

"Sending us out of the valley, of course." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Where's the autumn word?" Xiao Chunshui looked around, only to see a young man in white standing around him, but he didn't find Qiu Ci, so he asked.

Lin Feng pouted behind him: "Over there, I haven't gotten up yet." ”

Xiao Chunshui looked back at the middle of the two white-clothed gods, and sure enough, he saw two women on the ground not far behind the white-clothed gods, two women glaring angrily, one holding his wrists, the other holding his knees, both sitting on the ground and unable to get up.

"What's wrong?" He pushed away the white-clothed young man beside him, walked over to the woman who hugged his knees and asked.

Qiu Ci glanced up at him, frowned, and said, "My knee is strained, and my whole body hurts." She was consistent, but because of her lack of explosiveness, she just broke Hongni's wrist and knocked her to the ground by the way. It's a pity that she injured the enemy by 1,000 and injured herself by 800, she also pulled her knees by herself, her internal organs concussed, her whole body couldn't exert her strength, and she couldn't get up with a hum.

The Eighteen Styles of God Killing are not martial arts designed for human bodies at all, they are completely designed for mecha attacks. Although the moves are fierce and subtle, the power of the human body is greatly reduced, and it has to bear a huge load after being cast.

Xiao Chunshui stretched out his hand to help her up, saw her painful eyebrows frowning, hesitated slightly, and lowered her body and carried her up. Qiuji's hand stretched out from behind him, and he noticed a little red mark on the back of her right hand, thinking it was a red mark from the impact, and he didn't care.

The white-clothed divine attendants next to him didn't stop him, and let him walk to Lin Feng's side with Qiu Ci on his back. More and more white-clothed teenagers gathered in the courtyard, surrounding the three of them and Huo Su in the middle, leaving no gaps.

"Mr. Josu, do you know what these threads are?" Lin Feng said in a relaxed tone.

Huo Su glanced lightly at the silk thread on his body, and snorted coldly: "The carving insect skill is just some Miros, the villain's trick." ”

Lin Feng didn't care about his sarcasm, and praised: "Mr. Huo Su is really well-informed, that's right, this is a net made of Miros. As long as they are entangled in these silk threads, they will be like maggots on tarsal bones, and the more they struggle, the tighter they will be wound until they are strangled into the flesh and cut off the bones. So Mr. Josu, you're not going to try to struggle, are you? ”

The calm faces of the white-clothed priests around them changed color for the first time, and their eyes stared at Lin Feng, who was talking and laughing freely, daring to treat their sacrifices like this in the National Teacher's Mansion, which was rare in the long history of the National Teacher's Mansion.

An invisible momentum emanated from everyone, converging together and falling on Lin Feng. Lin Feng didn't seem to feel this momentum, and said to Huo Su with a smile: "Mr. Huo Su, can you please calm down these white-clothed gods, they are so fierce and vicious, if they scare me, my hands will tremble, and when the time comes, ......"

As a hostage, Huo Su was very conscious of being a hostage, and said very cooperatively: "Okay, if I don't escape, how about sending you out of the valley?" ”

"Mr. Josu is really a master of current affairs, then Mr. Trouble." Lin Feng said politely.

"Don't dare to be, let's go." Huo Su said to the white-clothed priests gathered in the courtyard, "Get out of the way." ”

The white-clad priests did not move like wood, ignoring him.

Huo Su laughed self-deprecatingly, and said helplessly: "Look, they actually don't listen to me either." ”

Lin Feng knew that what he said was right, Huo Su was only a yellow-level priest, and although holding him hostage would make these white-clothed divine servants dare not make a move. But if you want the white-clothed god attendant to let a few of them blasphemous leave unharmed, Huo Su's identity is not enough.

"Then I'll have to wait for Priest Emma to come in person."

Huo Su looked at him and said with a smile: "You seem to be very familiar with the National Teacher's Mansion, and you even know the unique martial arts of the National Teacher's Mansion well, if you say that you haven't been in the National Teacher's Mansion, no one will believe it." He thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "I know who you are, the white-clothed priest who followed the high priest into the palace last time, am I right?" ”

As soon as he said this, the white-clothed young men around him all looked at Lin Feng, all of them with a bright light, wanting to see through his true face.

Lin Feng didn't admit or deny it, and let the people around him look at him with an unfathomable smile on his face.

Several braziers were lit in the courtyard by the white-clothed priests, and the blazing flames dried the fog in the night sky, and the firelight illuminated the world bright and dry.

Everyone waited silently for a long time, but they never saw any other priests coming, and they couldn't stand. The smile on Lin Feng's face was a little unbearable, and Huo Su also showed a strange look.

Only the autumn words on Xiao Chunshui's back turned around twice, as if he had thought of something, and his expression was thoughtful. This time at the National Teacher's Mansion, Qiu Ci and Ah Pu acted separately, she went to assist Lin Feng and Xiao Chunshui to obtain information, while Ah Pu drove the Stygian Moon to the main god hall to seize the Divine Scepter.

Later, Apo never appeared, and the Xi'an statue in the main god hall still held the scepter in his hand, and Qiu Ci once thought that Apu's unreliable guy was lost in the National Teacher's Mansion. At this moment, things were unusual, and she began to wonder if Ah Xue had succeeded, and the priests found that the sacred scepter was missing, so they didn't care about Josu's life and death.

Huo Su called a white-clothed young man beside him and ordered, "Yun Nian, you go and see what's going on, why are they delaying Priest Emma?" ”

The white-clothed priest named Yun Nian nodded, turned around and left quickly.

Everyone waited for a while, and Yun Nian ran back, with a frightened look on his face, ignoring the gag order, and shouted, "The Divine Scepter is gone!" ”

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