Chapter Ninety-Six: Taken Away
The fan-faced magic weapon fluttered out of Bai Yujing, and slowly walked along the edge of the mountain forest.
Taking into account the internal injuries on Huo Rendong's body, they didn't fly high, and occasionally a small bird passed by, and the years were quiet.
Huo Rendong leaned on Qi Ci's arms and couldn't help thinking: If you can do this for the rest of your life, it would be good......
It's just that this thought was just born, and the man behind her suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Huo Rendong was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had noticed his embarrassing thoughts, but before he could respond, his face changed with Qi Ci.
There is danger β
In an instant, the Sunset Sword at his feet trembled rapidly.
The surrounding mountains and forests were filled with the sound of "buzzing", as if there were countless gold and iron in unison.
In an instant, Iron Horse Jinge and tens of thousands of surging momentum overturned the mountains and seas, the surrounding leaves fell in a torrent, and the wind howled, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder in the direction of the two of themββ!
Huo Rongdong tried to keep her eyes open, but she didn't see anything at all.
In the flash of the attack, the man slammed sideways in front of her, using himself as a shield to block the most powerful wave of attacks for her.
The aura of the two collided and made a "boom" sound.
At this time, Qi Ci's Thunder Punishment Sword was not unsheathed, but the sharpest sword qi on his body unfolded, and it actually suppressed such a strange movement alive!
The surrounding woods were not so lucky, the leaves that had been cut in half fell off, and all the crowns of the trees were cut in half as if they had been cut off.
Huo Rongdong was frightened, Qi Ci held her with one hand, turned around and suppressed her voice and roared.
"!"
As his words fell, dark blurred shadows appeared one after another in the distant forest, his face covered with a mask, like ghostly shadows.
After the black-clothed people appeared, a thick white mist drifted through the woods, and a light rain fell inexplicably.
All of a sudden, it was dark.
Such an assassination battle awakened Huo Rongdong's memory, when Qi Ci rescued her from the Han family, she also encountered such a rainy attack!
Could it be the same people......
But the reality can't help her to think too much.
Because of the rain, the fan magic weapon had to fall to the ground. Qi Ci helped her to stand firmly, turned around and sneered over there: "I can't wait to find death so much, I'll give you a ride." β
But no one on the other side spoke, and their eyes were gloomy, like the weather at the moment.
Qi Ci took out his sword, and the whole person was like a sharp blade in the rain, shooting out at once.
With a "click", purple electricity split the gloomy sky.
Huo Rongdong couldn't see their fight clearly at all, and could only see several entangled figures, occasionally breaking out into violent shocks.
In her eyes, those dark assassins were more like humanoid weapons than monks......
The purple thunder and lightning grew stronger and stronger, covering the entire forest.
Huo Rendong tugged at his heart, but he didn't find it - the rain, pouring down, the raindrops fell on the ground, wetting the soil.
The land gradually became muddy and slowly ......
Suddenly, the muddy ground beneath her feet seemed to turn into a quagmire all of a sudden, and her feet sank down, engulfing her instep in an instant!
"Ahh She exclaimed, feeling that the surrounding environment was torn at some point, as if the curtain of the stage had been torn, and all the trees, mountains and forests were like fragments, and everything was distorted, so that she could not see anything clearly.
"Childe, Gong......!" Huo Rongdong wanted to resist this force as much as she could, but its speed was too fast, and suddenly the mountains shook, and the muddy ground under her feet instantly swallowed half of her body!
It was pitch black in front of me, and the rain was still falling.
Qi Ci has encountered countless assassinations in his life, and he has survived until now, which is by no means lucky in the eyes of people.
But today's group of assassins made it difficult for him to get rid of it, and he was obviously prepared.
The longer they struggled, the more the other party was like maggots on tarsal bones, biting on and refusing to let go.
Qi Ci guessed that at least three or four of these people were Jin Dan cultivators.
Did you come at him? Or is she?
The rain interfered with his judgment, Qi Ci shook off the water on the Thunder Torture Sword and frowned, his whole body was soaked, and his clothes fit his body tightly, outlining a sturdy figure.
I was thinking about whether to solve the problem quickly or torture to extract a confession, when I suddenly heard a woman's exclamation from the woods behind me.
"Ahh βββ
Qi Ci turned his head suddenly: "Honeysuckle!" β
It's just that the fog has enveloped all the woods at some point, and it is so thick that it can't be dissolved. Moreover, there was something else mixed in the fog, and Qi Ci obviously felt dizzy and sluggish.
There was a laugh in the rain, this laughter was very strange, it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, there was no broadness and heartiness, the voice was gloomy, a little empty, a little floating, like grease floating on dirty water.
Qi Ci shook the white mist with his sword qi, but saw that the shadows in the distance were close together, and the woman seemed to be controlled by another person.
Then the voice said lightly: "Sure enough, she is worthy of the woman he has a crush on, her physique is wonderful, isn't it a pity to use it for alchemy?" You might as well ...... with me."
"Childe save me!"
The misty white mist could not be removed at all, and Qi Ci only heard Huo Rongdong's voice in the distance.
He lost his mind in an instant, shook off the killers around him with a fierce sword, and rushed straight into the mountains and forests, flying towards the place where the sound disappeared.
The rage swept through his brain, and Qi Ci's whole person seemed to be furious, but after flying for several miles, he suddenly stopped.
The sound of the wind was still in my ears, and there was a female voice calling for help.
There was no trace of the surrounding woods, and there was no sign of anyone fleeing.
Only the rain overhead, still falling.
Qi Ci hung his head slightly, letting his long wet white hair stick to his cheeks.
"Disturbing my thoughts with fog and rain, and stretching me apart by imitating her voice design, and confined me in the valley, are all things that a few of you can do. Say, "Who is behind you?" β
He raised his head, his eyes fierce: "Is it the Han family?" β
"It's still Silversea Study."
In the silence, more than a dozen men in black appeared one after another. The distance is different, but it is like an encirclement, and Qi Ci is tightly wrapped in it.
He secretly looked sideways, there were actually five Jindan stage monks here, all of them were silent and low-key, some had blood on their bodies, and some did not.
The two most seriously injured killers accumulated a lot of blood from their bodies, one of them had his arm cut off, and the other had a terrible wound, which looked like the handiwork of the Thunder Torture Sword.
A masked Jindan monk at the head stepped forward, and his voice was the same as that of a man and a woman in the woods.
"Why, the famous Cihui Zhenjun will also be afraid?"
In the next sentence, he changed his voice again: "Childe, I'm here, come and save me!" It was clearly Huo Rendong's voice, lifelike.
This person is good at foley!
Qi Ci frowned, didn't bother to deal with them, and slashed into the ground with a sword, and the earth cracked: "If you don't want to answer, you never have to answer!" Hand her over! β
The cracks in the ground spread in all directions, and the surrounding trees fell horizontally and scattered, and the birds flew wildly.
The man quickly stepped back and laughed in a voice like an oil slick: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do that." β
As the words fell, more than a dozen monks formed a formation, shifting shapes and shadows, and they couldn't tell who was who.
Qi Ci looked at the unpredictable figures in front of him, almost every step they took was in the eyes of the formation, and the spiritual pressure formed around them became heavier and heavier, and he was faintly out of breath.
One of them saw through Qi Ci's flaws, and took advantage of his distraction to point the sword in his hand at his vest.
The blade flashed with silver light, and it was about to be captured.
A thunderbolt struck the assassin black.
Qi Ci turned his head, his dark eyes were already red: "You guys underestimate me." β
The person in his heart was taken away alive, which man can bear such resentment. There was anger in his heart, and there was naturally anger in his sword intent.
The rumbling thunder rolled, the lightning accompanied the drizzle, and the electric light rolled through the mountains and fields like a thunder carpet, flickering wildly.
The Thunder Punishment Sword pointed straight at the sky, and before he made a sword move, he held it flat like this, and there was already a vast sword intent coming out of his hand!
Patriarch Chong Heng once said that Tianyan Sect has a sharp blade.
And the sharpest sword in the sect is not a divine weapon.
It's a person.
That person's name is Qi Ci.
He stood alone in the dangerous mountain to refine his sword intent, and he himself went into the black domain to exterminate the demon cultivation, so that over time, the thunder torture sword was unstoppable and unstoppable. Until you are indomitable and invincible!
As soon as the sword came out, the thunder directly shattered the rainy formation, and the weakest few of the men in black vomited blood on the spot, and they were about to be taken away.
The Jindan monk who had previously mimetrically grabbed one in one hand, and looked back at the man who was full of anger, with a faint fear in his eyes.
He suppressed his voice: "Don't fight, the goal has been achieved, go!" β
Everyone tore open the Divine Talisman in unison, and their figures disappeared in place in an instant.
The rain ended with the dissipation of the formation, and Qi Ci stood in place with his sword in his hand, covered in blood and water.