readx;?“ Since you're going, do you have anything to say to stay?" Tang Wan asked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This question is tantamount to asking the man's last words, which is not good, but it is a problem that must be solved before the battle of life and death.

The man raised his head and sneered: "The little Jinan City, the little Japanese illusionist, can you trap me Yan Gexing?" Recalling the past, the King of Qin lost his deer, and the world chased him, which hero left his last words first? Little girl, you are too worried, you have that kind of idle time, you should think more about how to raise the dowry!"

Tang Wan didn't care about the sarcasm in the other party's words, moved lightly, approached Baihuazhou, and stood at the southeast corner of the intersection of Qushuiting Street and Daminghu Road.

She is self-aware, since she can't confront the Japanese illusionist Weaving Soul head-on, then she can at least sweep the formation for Yan Ge, and if necessary, the iron cavalry will stand out and help.

At this moment, she had forgotten about the events in the old mansion, and stared at Yan Gexing with all her attention, watching him go deeper and deeper into the depths of the illusion step by step.

Yan Ge walked twelve steps forward, and the way was blocked by a strange pavilion with low middle and high wings, and if he wanted to continue deeper, he had to choose to turn right or left.

In the yin and yang formation, the left or right represents life or death, and it also means that everything is opposite, either/or, and those who break the formation must make a choice.

When Tang Wan saw the strange pavilion, he couldn't help but think: "If it is me who breaks the formation, should I go to the right or left, and what is the basis for its choice?"

The correct path for any kind of formation is traceable, and the setter will use various ciphers to indicate all the wrong paths, and the intruder will not know anything about it.

Yan Gexing didn't stop at his feet, suddenly jumped to the ground, and jumped onto the two-meter-high strange pavilion. He didn't move forward according to the usual way of thinking, and opened a new road by himself where there was no road, and found his own way to smash the Yellow Dragon.

Tang Wan couldn't help but secretly cheered: "Good, good, you have the courage to go straight to the ground, it's really different!"

Although the method chosen by Yan Gexing to break the formation was simple, it was the most effective method at this moment, and it disrupted the enemy's stitches at once. All the smart people in the world will do things in different ways. Tang Wan saw Yan Gexing leaping to the top of the pavilion, and immediately figured it out, even if there were 10,000 forks in front of the pavilion, as long as he jumped to the top of the pavilion, all the forks used to confuse people's hearts would be useless.

With a "whoop", there was a two-year-tall gray bear lurking on the top of the pavilion. When Yan Gexing landed, the giant bear pounced on him, his body was as thick as a mountain, and he pounced, pressing Yan Gexing underneath.

Tang Wan was stunned, the giant bear came too quickly, Yan Gexing didn't have any time to react, let alone choose a place to dodge, as if he was going up to pounce on the giant bear.

"It's broken!" Tang Wan secretly shouted, "It turns out that the road in front of the pavilion is a disguise, and the arrangers have already set up a tight chain of traps, and they have figured out everything Yan Gexing thinks and thinks. He thought it was a breakthrough, but in fact he had entered another layer of darker traps. ”

The Japanese woman Weaver Soul appeared on the pavilion, whistled a few times, and more than a dozen giant bears emerged from the ruins on all sides, swimming around the broken wall.

This kind of "Giant Beast Array" appeared in the ancient books of the Strange Soldier Formation, as the successor of the "Bone Touching Technique", she only saw the person who arranged the formation actually raising the giant beast, so that it remained semi-starved for a long time, and once someone broke in, they would attack it in groups and tear it to pieces. It's just that it has never been recorded in ancient books that this method of "raising giant beasts" can be replaced by illusions. In other words, the illusionist weaver has integrated the real thing with the illusion, and does not really need to spend manpower, material resources, and financial resources to raise giant beasts, just with his own super ideas, he can create something out of nothing, build a building with empty water, set up an array of empty buildings, call beasts in an empty array, and kill people in an empty array.

It can be seen that although the Japanese magicians live on an isolated island, they can be patient and calm, and the study of any kind of thaumaturgy has reached the pinnacle. As can be inferred from the country's dominance in Asia during World War I and World War II, the future of this nation is limitless and should not be underestimated at any time.

Tang Wan sighed to himself, and he couldn't break the formation to save people, so he could only watch Yan Gexing die under the pressure of the soul weaver's bear.

"You Chinese often boast a lot, but in fact you don't have any real skills, you are just fame and reputation fishers, not worth mentioning. Looking at the whole world, only the thaumaturgy of the Japanese Yamato nation is the best in the world......" The voice of the weaving soul is full of endless disappointment and melancholy, and there is an indescribable sense of invincible loneliness.

Tang Wan couldn't refute, and secretly regretted that he couldn't stop Yan Gexing, so that he fell into the tiger's mouth.

It was recorded in the strange book "Romance of the Gods" that many righteous thaumaturgists were too light on the enemy in the battle, and instantly lost their lives in the trap set by the enemy, and the souls flew straight to the Fengshen platform. In the book, it is instructed that death is all their fate, but in Tang Wan's opinion, a true cultivator will not be indiscriminate, he must be cautious and cherish his feathers, so that he can not die for ten years, not die for a hundred years, and finally embark on the road of immortality for a thousand years.

"Today, too, is your time of death, and it is impossible for you to watch a murderous show in vain-" The Weaver appeared in front of the pavilion, and as his clothes fluttered, the ghosts flickered in the straggles on the left and right, and he didn't know that there were hundreds or thousands of Yaksha ghosts hidden.

Tang Wan had already thought of a way to retreat, and did not come to the old house on Qushuiting Street, but went straight to the east and retreated the same way. To the east, at least there are the police from the Minghu Road police station and the security guards of the municipal hospital, no matter how bad they are, they can block for a while, and they are more effective than ordinary people. If she fled to the old house, she would be leading the flames of war to me and dragging me into danger.

Weaving Soul slowly raised his arms, and suddenly waved forward, and the ghosts flashed one after another, and they rushed out of the Hundred Flowers Continent in an instant.

Tang Wan retreated sharply, but fortunately, the strange power of the ghost hitting the wall had disappeared, and there was no fetters under her feet.

In her eyes, she saw that at least dozens of green-faced and fanged yaksha rushed out of the Hundred Flowers Continent, their bodies were about one and a half years tall, in addition to the ghost heads on their necks, there were seven or eight ghost heads on their arms and legs, and they bared their teeth and stared together, and their mouths kept hiccups. The Yaksha pursued extremely fast, she only ran twenty steps, and the Yaksha was already chasing behind.

"Yaksha is just an illusion—" she told herself, but it was clear that Yaksha had grabbed her arm, and her running was getting harder and slower.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the nearest Yaksha only a foot away from her, fangs almost touching the tip of her nose.

If this was a nightmare, Tang Wan only needed to gather the strength to scream, and he could escape from the ghosts, jump up, wave away all terrifying illusions, and return to the sunny world. However, is this a nightmare? Tang Wan couldn't distinguish it, and he didn't dare to classify it as a nightmare without care, so he let it go as soon as he closed his eyes. At this moment, she felt a suffocating death, and the ground in front of her seemed to have opened a huge mouth of the abyss that led to hell, and if she took another step forward, she would be swallowed up by the huge mouth in an instant, and fall into a desperate catastrophe. Even if she doesn't leave, the Yaksha demons behind her and on the left and right will push her into hell, forever separated from the yin and yang of the flower world in Jinan City.

Tang Wan felt a fear that she had never felt in this life, because she clearly knew that this was a living reality, not a nightmare.

"The fate of your Chinese is always in the hands of others, and there are 96 million beautiful rivers and mountains, but they are only used to graze fat sheep...... On the Asian continent, the strong live there, and our Yamato nation is the strongest race in the world, how can it be possible to live in seclusion forever on an isolated island...... From now on—" Soul Weaver's voice suddenly stopped.

The yaksha beside Tang Wan also wailed and retreated, no longer showing their teeth and claws.

She fixed her eyes on Baihuazhou, and at the highest point of the flagpole, there was a person standing proudly with the independence of the golden rooster, stepping on the spire of the flagpole with one foot behind his back.

"It's Yan Gexing! It turns out that he is not dead!" Tang Wan was overjoyed, as if a drowning person suddenly grabbed the rope to save his life.

"What does it feel like to have a hundred long-range sniper rifles pointed at you?" Yan Gexing asked in a deep voice.

He is in a high place, the sound of the deep natural fall, resounding in all directions of the Hundred Flowers Continent, just like when the Buddha preached on the West Tianling Mountain, the goddess waved her arms to scatter the flowers, the petals were everywhere, and Ze was born by the world, benefiting all the people in the universe.

"It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord. Weaver laughed.

"It's good, you can still laugh. But did you know that this is not the illusionist's Mt. Fuji, nor is it the temple of the Dancing Crane where the mountain islands and the crows return at night. You see, this is Jinan City, the important town of the Central Plains of China, where the Kwantung Army invaded China in the past and sank in the sand. You shouldn't have come, a hundred spears are pointed at you, even if you have wings, where are you going to flee?" Yan Gexing's position had already gained the upper hand, but his words were not aggressive, but full of compassion.

Tang Wan's heart was suddenly touched, looking up at the high place, and the ideological realm of killing enemies and cultivating was one level higher.

She thought that there was a sentence in the poem of the ancient "poet saint" Du Fu, "If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more", which is the highest state of "killing without killing" in human warfare, compared to the butcher mob's "killing to stop killing", how can it be 10,000 times smarter?

On the other hand, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, because the fact that she had done recently was a little quick success, putting aside many good things in human nature, just trying to speed up the completion of my grandfather's funeral, and the goal was too close and too low.

What Weaving Soul said was exactly the bold words of the great man when he ruled the world, but she was Japanese, and these two sentences came out of her mouth, which was nondescript and ridiculous.

"I'm here, what can you do to me?" Weaver pointed upwards and laughed.

Yan Gexing raised his right hand and slashed down like a decisive one.

The Weaver Soul reacted extremely quickly, and his body spun and jumped like a dragonfly, changing his position seven times in an instant.

The gun went off, but there was not much noise in the air, and it was only like the urchin lighting a small cannonball, hoarse and short, unnoticed.

Weaver somersaulted three times, staggered back, and fell to one knee.

"I've already given you a chance, why don't you retreat?" Yan Gexing said lightly.

"I'm an illusionist - life is like a play, never say die!" Weaver Soul shouted fiercely, and with a wave of her arms, the bamboo slip that had just been in her hand exploded with a bang, turning into hundreds of sharp bamboo arrows that shot out towards the top of the flagpole. At the same time, she slid down and zigzag in an attempt to avoid the snipers' long-range fire.

In the blink of an eye, the Weaving Soul had already jumped onto the strange pavilion, but the height difference between her and Yan Gexing was at least ten meters, and she was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of momentum. Moreover, her right hand had been covering her left chest, and dark red liquid was constantly oozing from her fingers, apparently having been hit hard.

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