When Tang He arrived, the dilapidated hut was empty.

He grabbed a quilt, and it was damp and cold. People went to the house empty, and there was no luggage left. The distant sound of the waves is endless, unconsciously masking the small movements. The moment he turned around, there were two more friends at the door who had taken pictures, which made him frown.

"You're pretty fast." He pinned the knife facing his face with two fingers, "You came with the six realms of impermanence?" This place is far away. ”

"The seniors are not slow." Tilting Lan withdrew the knife and said with a smile, "It seems that the people from the Shadow Pavilion helped you." ”

He's right. Tang He still had the black qiong wrench handed over to him by the Immortal Moon Monarch in his pocket. No matter how you say that he is an onmyoji, this trick of knowing the direction of divination is not a difficult thing. He came from the "dog farm", and Hunt Gongduo probably got the news a long time ago, and led him directly to the calculated position, without asking. On the contrary, Tang He himself was very concerned about why these people came to such a remote place.

Moreover, judging by the breath remaining in the air, the person he was going to kill was not here.

He walked straight to the door, facing the two of them. They avoided it a bit, which allowed him to tell that the two of them had some room for negotiation, but unfortunately, he still had no intention of doing so.

"One less." He said.

"We don't know. We were just ordered to talk to you in the Tibetan Lanhai. And, for the last time. Tang said.

"Have a good talk?" Tang He raised his eyebrows slightly, "The last time?" ”

The threat of powerlessness.

"I said a long time ago, don't talk nonsense with him."

Tang Huailan tightened the soft armor of her arm, four rows of sharp thorns spread along her knuckles, and at the same time, she straightened a row of sturdy iron chains, clearly showing that she did not intend to communicate. So directly, it was in line with Tang He's meaning. He had just put his hand on the scabbard, but Tang Huailan suddenly said something like this.

"If you go back, you should be able to see the murderer."

Tang He hesitated for a moment—but only for a moment. The horizontal knife suddenly slashed through the chain, making a crisp, piercing sound and sparks. This iron is very tough, and ordinary chains are afraid of breaking directly. The second knife was blocked by the pouring barrier, and the blade made a strange sound. The third knife was stuck in Huailan's metal claw blade, and Tilt Lan raised the knife cooperatively, slashing at the opponent's waist from the side. Tang He turned his arm and turned around to perfectly stagger the trajectory of the obstacle knife, but the blade and the iron claw rubbed all the way, and the piercing sound accompanied by the sparks tore the morning Jingning to pieces.

"I'm more willing to come and visit than to accept an invitation."

They work well together, or too good to be true. This tacit understanding is like being brought out of the mother's womb, like a whole. They switch between offense and defense with ease, accurately predicting their teammates' actions when calculating the enemy's next move, and seamlessly making judgments about how to cooperate. To say that two bodies are controlled by the same consciousness is a bit of a least. Compared with a pair of chopsticks, they are more suitable for the metaphor of bowls and plates. Tang He tried to distance one of them and attack one by one, but found that even if the two were separated, they could fight independently and the offensive was unabated.

This is bound to be the result of long-term training and cooperation. They are not spears and shields, but spears and shields at the same time. In a long period of time, in addition to countless team battles, there must be no shortage of mutual exchanges, dismantling and breaking moves, and not talking about each other at all. This is indeed a great way to make people grow, because only you know your own weaknesses best.

How long have they been training? Five years? Decade? Fifteen years? If Tang Yu is still alive, he will definitely be able to have an indescribable and natural tacit understanding with her.

These two are strong - he fully understood this time. It's just not strong enough, and there's room for him to wander and think.

"So you can't pull it off."

Tang Tianlan smiled, holding a piece of iron chain in his hand, I don't know if he took it from Huailan or carried it himself. At the other end of the chain was the claw, which Tang He had only heard of before, but had never seen it with his own eyes. The claws are like creepers, and even very smooth rock walls can be embedded and bitten to death. This power can be controlled, can be used to kill, and can also arrest people unscathed, which is a unique weapon of the Tang Sect. As for Tang Huailan's hand, he didn't know when he took over the knife of Dumping Lan, it was as natural as falling from one hand to the other.

"Then tear it off for him."

Huai Lan jumped up, and the moment before he slashed the blade with his backhand, a quenched dart shot out of his cuff. Tang He quickly judged that if he bounced it back with a knife, the pouring forces on the side would definitely interfere. The trajectory of the blade and the dart is different, and he can't block it at the same time, so he is bound to hit a move.

Tang He suddenly raised his knife and hit the poison dart in the direction of Tang Tianlan. Of course he can prevent it, and Huailan's knife will definitely stab him. But not too bad, he jerked back his elbow, and the ligament was instantly strained. Before the pain could come, the blade cut a wide hole in the clothes on the side of his shoulder, piercing the lining, causing him another flesh wound.

He knew that he couldn't use any more force on this arm, but he unabashedly switched the knife to his left hand in front of them.

"The seniors are really cruel to themselves." Tang Huailan had a straight face, "It's harder to hurt yourself than to hurt others, I didn't see you hesitate a little." Retaining combat capability to the greatest extent is indeed like the Tang Sect's style. ”

"Should I feel honored to be recognized by Miss Tang? Well, well, I don't think you've ever had any pity for your partner. You want to say it's trust? 'You' Tang Men are indeed unscrupulous, I have learned. ”

"This mockery is a bit low-end, Senior Tang." Tilting Lan moved away from the hand in front of him, still holding the hidden weapon between his fingers, "Didn't you say that?" Goals are better than all else. ”

"I forgot to say it before, didn't I? I don't seem to like it, it makes me think I'm one of you. ”

The blades are connected, and the fighting spirit is undiminished. Dumpling quickly drew his crossbow, and the sharp arrow was withdrawn from the arrow path, with a slender iron chain. Tang He soon discovered that the arrow was not aimed at him, but passed between him and Huailan. He immediately staggered the blade and cut her hand to grab the chain.

"It's too slow."

Tang Huailan felt his temples jump. Tang He grabbed the chain with a faster hand speed, but immediately let go, flung it upwards before Tilt pulled it back. For he had long noticed that their chains were thorny chains with small, sharp barbs on them. In this way, then it naturally fell and was pulled by the pouring waves, and if Huailan wanted to grab it again, his palm would inevitably be cut bloody open.

But she didn't hesitate to reach out her hand.

This is something that Tang He did not expect. He thought that no matter how he said it, Tang Huailan would not have such a "sense of self-harm" as him. But not quite a word about her demonstration. Either the woman doesn't speak, or she speaks harshly. But what he didn't expect was that Tang Tianlan suddenly used his knuckles to disrupt the route of the thorn chain, so that the back half of it was also thrown to his side, like an arc. The price for this was that his index and middle fingers were strangled, and the blood foamed on the thorn chains, flying towards him with a fishy smell.

Tang He seemed to understand something. Even if it's a mission, the man can do his best to avoid the woman getting hurt. Although he is also thoughtful, he is not as ruthless as her - ruthless to his partner. This may be something that can be put to good use.

But at this time, the ratchet chain was already buckled on his arm and went around in half a circle. Tang Huailan immediately picked the other end of the thorn chain and distanced himself from him. The ratchet chain wrapped around him twice, locking his arms inside as well. The two ends of the chain were held by the two of them, and the noose in the center bound him tightly, and the more he struggled, the harder he wrenched.

"With a little push, you'll be twisted in two." Tang Tianlan straightened the chain, "If you still insist on coming to the door in person, you have to sew yourself up first." ”

Tang He relaxed a little, and stopped trying to break it. But his expression and tone were not nervous, but rather strangely calm.

"After all, you're not an onmyoji."

"Why?"

"If I were you, someone who was squatting here, I would definitely lay a net of heaven and earth. The terrain here is open and near the sea, and if the wooden formation is set up in advance, maybe I can really only be captured. ”

That didn't sound good, but the two of them didn't mean to let go.

In an instant, there was a thunderstorm.

There was a sudden pain in the cold metal of his hand, as if the force of breaking the bones of his hand with an iron rod. The two of them were ruthlessly opened by this inexplicable force, without the slightest chance to react. The pain quickly spread to every part of the body, and a strong tingling sensation enveloped the whole body. Tang Tianlan struggled to raise his hand, and found that the slightly charred palm exuded a faint burning aura. When encountering a person with fine skin and tender meat, half of his arm can also be disabled.

With this thunderbolt came a huge, black-haired youkai. It was fluffy, swollen and swollen, with a slight crackling sound of static electricity running between each hair. Vicious eyes, strange beaks, fangs, exaggerated wings...... Even a layman could easily see what this behemoth standing beside Tang He was.

"Thunder Tengu ......"

The ratthorn chain fell loosely to the ground, and he was nothing more than scratching his clothes. Tengu slowly walked towards Tang Tanlan and sniffed back and forth on him. They will never beg for mercy, not only because it is useless, but because it is a matter of dignity. What's more, for them, things are far from getting there.

Tengu suddenly showed a look of disgust and took a few steps back. Tang Tianlan reluctantly stood up, smiled, and showed his bracers reflecting the light.

"We haven't forgotten that you are an Onmyoji, and you have a contract with the Tengu Clan......"

Tang He was a little confused at first, but quickly reacted. They wore fish scale armor on their hands, which were the scales of mackerel. There is a rumor that the tengu will be afraid of mackerel. It's not accurate, but they don't like it.

"It's just a small insect carving skill for survival." He scoffed.

"To live is to win." Dumpling didn't care, "So, do the seniors still want to fight us?" ”

"Do you think I can't beat you? It's really a bit of face, and I kick my nose in the face. It's easy to clean you up, but I don't want to waste time on unpaid things. ”

"It's also ......," Dumpling sighed, "But, don't you really think that we don't know anything about the Yin and Yang Dao...... ”

Tang Huailan also stood up. She clenched the barrier knife with both hands, and the fine droplets of water came out of nowhere, like a crystal clear pearl chain, slowly wrapped around the knife.

"You use water to fight the thunder ......?"

"Do you want to try it?"

"I don't have time." He grimaced, "Where is the woman from the Snow Yan Sect?" ”

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