Wang Qiqi's disgusted little white face in his eyes was motionless, he was so frightened that his body stiffened, in the corner.

It's just that in this corner where no one can see, Xia Ji's hands are slowly pressed down.

When the Sunflower Enchantment is fully cast, the body cannot move, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced.

At this time, the sense of heaven and man filled the whole body.

He seemed to have broken free of his body, looking down on the world, everything around him was completely enveloped in his vision.

And the spring rain was being stirred in his endless supply of true qi.

Harvesting with great efficiency, killing the invading gray-clothed men on this side.

Raise your hand and kill.

Cover your hands, kill people.

The wind and rain turned into embroidery, passing through the bodies of these uninvited guests, bringing out countless blood flowers!

In the enchantment, it is his one-man Shura field.

When his palm flipped, the spring rain turned into a silver spiral, surrounding the mysterious person in the gray and gold robe above the hole, as if the embroidered enchantment was used by that person.

It was Meng Po who wore the mask of "Yama Heavenly Son".

He was also the first person controlled by his puppet.

It's just that unlike others, Meng Po is begging him to use a puppet on himself, asking him to let his fate be completely under his control.

Brush!!

Xia Ji saw a white shadow flying from a distance, the speed was very fast, he should step into the top powerhouse in the rivers and lakes, it was impossible to be nameless.

It was an afterimage.

It's so fast that you can't even catch up with the wind and rain.

The white shadow slipped through the hole in the inn, holding a sword in his right hand, the sword was like a cylinder, but his left hand was extremely hidden and flung back, and a piece of jade pendant was covertly thrown into the arms of the injured family disciples who passed by.

His speed was extremely fast, and as soon as he raised his sword, he directly aimed at the "Yama Heavenly Son" who was standing proudly in mid-air.

Trap pull.

Click...

Click, click...

The metal cylinder of the sword suddenly launched many small needles as thin as cow's hair, the tips of which were specially made, and there was no sound between the shuttles.

Long needles shoot out of the air.

In an instant, there were hundreds of thousands in the air, like a backlash shower.

This moment.

Time and space are frozen.

The figure of the "Yama Heavenly Son" above the skylight pulled out the afterimage and moved to the side, avoiding the nirvanal "shower".

Xia Ji in the shadow of the ladder mouth removed the embroidery barrier at the same time, creating the appearance of "the Yama Heavenly Son was forced to move, and the embroidery barrier was broken".

At the same time, Xia Ji's right hand had already grasped an invisible earth eye, which was an earth eye that had always been idle.

The earth's eyes shot like lightning at the white-clothed masked man of the Holy Order, and it was inserted into the afterimage accurately.

Brief staggering.

The white-clothed man of the Holy Congregation forced Meng Po to move, because the secret weapon was really powerful.

The man in white quietly threw out a blue eye, allowing him to slide into a certain family disciple, so that he could monitor the number of people around him, if there were fewer people, then the candle dragon with the blue eye could find this.

The moment Xia Ji moved, he lifted the embroidery enchantment, creating an illusion that the enchantment had been broken.

At the same time, he also threw an eye at the man in white, and where the man in white went and who he met with was completely under his control.

This hand is staggered.

He is on par with the candle dragon.

However...

First, the eye of the earth is invisible, but the blue eye is a jade pendant, which is his victory.

Second, Meng Po's strength is not weak, not only is she not weak, but she also has a strange technique. If it weren't for him, then perhaps this was the one who would shine in the Assassin world.

Therefore, the next moment, Meng Po, who pretended to be the Son of Yama, chased him out directly.

She needs to chase it out.

Otherwise, she's a fake.

And with the surveillance of the blue eyes, Xia Ji couldn't go out.

Of course, he could have found a reason to destroy the Azure Eye, but in this case, the candle dragon would not be able to confirm whether the Yama Heavenly Son who chased him out was real.

Therefore, Xia Ji did not move.

He was pulled out of the corner by Wang Ao.

The three were also wounded separately, but the three of them had faced nearly ten gray-clad assassins at the same time.

"Brother, are you okay?" Wang Ao looked at General Xia with concern.

"Brother Xia was saved by a beauty, haha. Ye Teng made a joke.

Xia Ji exhaled: "I'm fine." ”

Wang Ao and the others looked at him, and they didn't look like they were in trouble, so they turned to discuss the evacuation.

The fire in the town burned, and instead of extinguishing the flames, the spring rain made the flames grow stronger and stronger, and the black smoke outside the door was full of high-spirited smoke.

The remnants of the family are enshrined, and the guards break into the door one after another, each looking for the son and lady of their respective family.

A few are happy and a few are sad.

Soon, the worshippers identified the enemy.

"Holy Candle Dragon?" an old man with eagle-like eyes frowned deeply after listening to his son's description.

"Isn't this the force involved in the Right Squire incident?"

"The White Tiger Torture Hall and the secret guards are searching them, but I didn't expect to leave the royal capital, and they actually dare to encircle and suppress us in a frenzy?"

"The old man must report to the head of the family when he returns this time!"

Previously, the Great Zhou sent the White Tiger Torture Hall and the secret guards to help, and asked each family to assist.

These families just think that it is none of their business, and it is okay to mean it, but this time, they obviously will not do it again.

In particular, the family of the deceased Miss Gongzi will inevitably fully support Da Zhou's actions against the Holy Society.

...

Meng Po's body is like a ghost.

The man in white stepped on the green field of early spring.

She followed suit.

The two of them were dozens of miles away in an instant.

The man in white smiled slightly, stopped abruptly, and turned around.

As if he had received a code, there were many gray-clothed people around him.

These gray-clad men held powerful crossbows and faced the mysterious gray-robed man in the center.

"Yama Heavenly Son?"

"Where's the candle dragon?"

"Heh," the man in white sneered, "You're just a fake, how can you be qualified to meet my master?" ”

Meng Po also let out a mocking laugh behind the mask of the Yama Heavenly Son she was wearing.

Her hands slammed out.

A mysterious thought came to my heart.

She seemed to be completely immersed in a certain mood.

The man in white clapped his hands.

Whoosh!!

A long crossbow shoots arrows.

The arrows pierced through the air like fierce snakes with their bodies taut and their fangs exposed.

Sou!

Sou!

Whoosh!!

Meng Po's figure turned into one wonderful phantom after another in the same place.

The hundreds of powerful armor-piercing arrows passed through the phantom and plunged deep into the wet and soft soil, submerging most of them.

Meng Po's figure settled, she still didn't move, but all the arrows were missed.

The man in white was stunned for a moment, and said deeply: "Yin Si is really extraordinary, even if you are an impostor, you can reach this level, but the stronger you are, after the loss, the Son of Yama will definitely be very distressed, right?"

He raised his voice and said, "Kill!"

As soon as the voice fell, the gray-clothed man quickly lined up and formed the appearance of a sword net.

The net shrank rapidly, like a tight hoop, flickering with cold.

The Man in Gray is gone.

In this lightly rained wasteland, there was only one man in white, a rapidly retracting sword net.

Meng Po raised her head, and the pupils behind the mask of the Yama Heavenly Son were extremely sarcastic.

Her voice became more and more cold and deep, it was a man's voice, a condescending voice of a high-ranking person, "Ignorance." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Her body was more mysterious, and the wind and rain between her hands eased.

Her palms slowly pressed.

In an instant, the surrounding area was like an enchantment.

The corners of the white-clothed man's eyebrows jumped, and his pupils showed a look of shock.

True and false, false and true, who knows who is true and who knows who is false?

Wind and rain are like embroidery!

At this moment, the enchantment and the sword net had collided!!