Gao Qian didn't know what the so-called real body in Lin Qian's mouth was, in his real vision, Shang Ke was lying on the street full of gravel, and white light was coming out of his body.

In his vision, he saw the heavy billboards, steel bars, and metal frames pressing on Shang Ke's body were disappearing one by one. It was as if the white light on Shang Ke's body had melted those things.

He felt Lin Qian's palms cold, and she took a step back, forcing herself to stay where she was. Gao Qian's heart suddenly softened: "You go home first, I'll take Shang Ke and go to you." ”

"No, I can't go. Lin Qian shook her head slightly.

"You said that humans are protected by the rules," Shang Ke in the high-potential gaze field, "he can't do anything to me, but you're different." ”

Lin Qian said softly: "He has already discovered me, I can't escape, I can only fight with him, Gao Diive." ”

Gao Qian was shocked: "What did you say?"

Lin Qian didn't answer, but a white light appeared in her eyes, as if two snow-bright searchlights were lit in her eyes, her face became strange and holy, she let go of his hand, and there was a panic in his heart, and he grabbed her tighter: "Lin Qian, stop, you don't need to be like this." ”

Shang Ke in the middle of the street had already floated, his arms outstretched, and he was facing the sky on his back, as if he was about to welcome something. The white light on his body was dazzling, and the whole person was like a ball of light, dwarfing even the gray-white sun in the sky.

Gao Qian couldn't care about Shang Ke in the air, he stared at Lin Qian tightly, compared to Shang Ke's increasingly intense white light, Lin Qian seemed to be stuck somewhere, the white light in her eyes couldn't be extinguished, and a painful look appeared on her face. Gao Qian thought of the dark thing on her forehead, and her heart tightened: "Lin Qian, stop, you don't need this, I won't let him hurt you." ”

At this moment, Gao Qian suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in energy, and he hurriedly picked up Lin Qian and jumped back. A dark shadow passed by him, and he turned his head to see a fourth person in the middle of the street.

It was a tall, lanky young man with a black shirt, black pants, and a black suitcase in his hand. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and he looked cool and gentle. He coldly turned his head to look at Gao Qian, and then focused his attention on Shang Ke.

Gao Qian stared at the young man in disbelief, this was the first time he had seen a human in the Infernal Realm. He tried to squint at the young man's spectrum, but alas, he couldn't see anything now.

Lin Qian's body in her arms suddenly softened, Gao Qian came back to her senses, and hurriedly looked down at her: "Lin Qian, how are you?"

"My head hurts. Lin Qian leaned into his arms and said weakly.

Gao Qian's eyes sank slightly, and he said softly: "If you're tired, take a break." Gao Qian looked up and sent Lin Qian to a lounge on the second floor. It appears to be the reception room of a street-facing shop, with carpeted floors, comfortable leather sofas and water dispensers. Gao Qian put Lin Qian on the sofa, took another glass of water from the water dispenser, and carefully let her take two sips.

Lin Qian looked at him groggyly, pulled his sleeve, opened his mouth, and closed his eyes.

Gao Qian placed his finger on the artery in her neck and held his breath for a moment, making sure that she had only fallen asleep, before he breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand. His gaze fell on her smooth forehead, his gaze sank, and after a moment he kissed her lightly on the cheek:

"Take a break, I'll go down and see. He stood up, faced the broken window, and jumped off.

street center,

The young man was quickly drawing something on the ground with a short stick, the size of a round dining table for ten people. His body moved so fast that if the high diver were a normal human, he would probably only see an afterimage. It's just that Gao Qian's eyesight is also excellent now, and he can see that the young man is drawing some kind of shape, which is very complicated, and it seems to need to be done with one stroke.

Gao Qian suddenly realized that the young man was drawing a magic circle.

Who was he? He glanced at the black suitcase that the young man had placed aside, the leather suitcase was old, the handle was glossy with a hand, and the corners of the suitcase were trimmed with metal trims. He suddenly remembered the worn rucksack that the homeless man was carrying. The high diver's heart suddenly pounded twice.

By this time, the young man had already completed the circle, and he casually stuck the short stick on his waist. Gao Qian noticed that the young man had a special leather belt hanging from his waist, and some other bits and pieces of equipment on it, and the short stick was stuck in a leather case like a short sword, hanging from his crotch.

The young man took a vial from the belt around his waist and waved it at the figure on the ground. A pale red circle the size of a round table suddenly lit up on the ground, and then an inverted cone radiated towards the sky.

Gao Qian's eyes narrowed, Shang Ke in mid-air was shrouded in a pale red light, the white light on his body gradually dimmed, and he saw Shang Ke open his eyes, staring coldly at the slender young man with silver glow. Shang Ke stretched out his right hand, and Gao Qian saw something glowing in his hand taking shape. The pale red light around him seemed to imprison his movements, and the high potential saw that Shang Ke looked struggling, but despite this, the thing in his hand gradually revealed its form, which was a large sword that was blazing.

The young man began to mutter, and he removed a silver chain-like thing from his wrist, wrapped it around his finger twice, and then he jumped. Gao Qian saw the young man jumping around on the collapsed walls, street lamps, newspaper kiosks, and ruins, as if weaving an invisible net in the air.

Shang Ke in mid-air suddenly froze his movements, his face showed an angry look, he struggled desperately, but something that could not be seen restrained him, Gao Qian saw Shang Ke open his mouth, and white light came out of his mouth.

A high, chanting voice sounded, and Gao Qian's ear drum suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he covered his ear violently, and something hot dripped down his neck to the ground, and his ear was bleeding.

Gao Qian's mouth opened, and a voice came out of his throat that he didn't feel like he belonged to, as if he wanted to cater to Shang Ke's chant, forcing himself to make that high-pitched tone too, but at the cost of blood gushing out of his mouth.

The tall and lanky young man looked pained, he fell from mid-air, the shards of glass everywhere made his body stained with blood, he gritted his teeth and crawled up, quickly forming a few handprints.

Shang Ke's chanting stopped, and he trembled in mid-air, his face getting redder and redder, as if all the blood was pouring under his skin. For a moment, Gao Qian felt that Shang Ke was about to explode, like an overloaded water ball, and the next second it would splatter flesh and blood.

The tall and lanky young man let out a loud cry and spurted a mouthful of blood towards the circle pattern on the ground.

The magic circle suddenly burst red, and the fiery red vertebrae suddenly compressed inward, tightly enveloping Shang Ke.

Shang Ke fell from the air, smashed into a boulder, and then bounced to the ground.

Gao Qian stared at Shang Ke in the red light tightly, and the tall and thin young man also gasped and stared at him intently. After a while, the red light on Shang Ke's body disappeared, as if it had been absorbed by his body, the blood on his face faded, and the fiery sword in his hand was gone.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and fell to his knees exhausted.

Gao Qian wiped the blood from his face and walked towards Shang Ke on the ground.

"Stand back!" he heard the young man snort coldly.

Gao Qian ignored the young man, and he continued towards Shang Ke.

The young man stood up, he walked towards the high dive with some unsteady steps, and grabbed the clothes on the high dive's shoulder: "I'll tell you to stand back!"

Gao Qian turned his head coldly: "Let go!"

"What if I don't let it go?" the young man sneered.

Gao Qian glanced at the gray-white short stick on the young man's waist, and looked at his side intently, he didn't see the Demon Breaking Knife. Gao Qian smiled lightly, and suddenly twisted the young man with his backhand, giving him a neat over-the-shoulder fall.

The young man fell to the ground heavily, and the rubble and glass shards all over the ground made his face pale with pain, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Gao Qian snorted contemptuously: "I hate it when someone comes to me the most. Gao Qian walked towards Shang Ke and whispered to himself, "I couldn't beat that homeless man at the beginning, but it's still okay to beat you little cub." ”