Tianhai found himself flying.

Then he found himself regaining control of his body and subconsciously began to wave his arms, like a puppet dancing with his hands, which was somewhat ridiculous. But there was still no way to change his trajectory. Looking at Nanke's little face, which was getting closer and clearer, he showed a look of despair and closed his eyes.

He fell into the hands of Nanke, but did not die.

Nanke grabbed him by the front and lifted him up in the night sky.

Tianhai opened his eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably, and let out a wail.

Nanke tilted his head to look at him, some of them had a confused look in their eyes, and some didn't understand what was going on.

Tianhai didn't understand what was going on, and he was terrified to the extreme.

Nanke's gaze crossed him and looked across the road.

Whether it was the Songshan Military Mansion or the Peerless Sect, or the sergeants and masters of the Tianhai family, they were all at a loss at this time, and they didn't know what was going on.

There is no longer Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei on the mountain road.

In the snowy ridge at night, the sound of two winds breaking could be heard in the distance, and the occasional sound of pine trees being broken could be heard.

There was a figure rushing towards the snowy valley below the cliff, and another figure galloping towards the snowy peaks high up.

In just a moment, the two figures had gone hundreds of feet away.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei left.

They walked so resolutely that they didn't pay any attention to the lives of these subordinates and cronies who remained in the field.

Obviously, this is what they have been planning and arranging, and they have a tacit understanding between them.

At the beginning, Zhu Ye's questioning of the middle-aged scholar and the conversation between the two were all a kind of trick.

They smashed Tianhai's clothes at the southerners, just to buy a little more time.

They fled in two different directions, just to try to get a little more possibility.

It's all about escaping.

Zhu Ye never thought of staying and fighting Nanke, not because he was afraid of Nanke's strength, but because he couldn't see through another person.

The middle-aged scholar.

According to rumors, the Candle Yin Witch Elder who had been following Nanke was indeed very good at controlling the enemy with the sound of the qin, but he was very sure that that person had already died in Zhou Yuan.

Who is the middle-aged scholar who plays the piano?

Zhu Ye thought of a possibility, but that kind of conjecture was too shocking, so he couldn't believe it.

When the rain of crossbows fell on the other side of the mountain road, he didn't pay attention to Nanke's response at all, but stared at the middle-aged scholar - the middle-aged scholar just looked down at the guqin in his arms, and didn't move, even the strings didn't move, let alone avoid it, but those divine crossbow arrows attached to the holy light naturally floated away as if they were afraid.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ye felt more and more that his conjecture might be true.

Even if it was only a one in a thousand possibilities, the middle-aged scholar was really the one he thought of, if he didn't leave, he would definitely die here tonight.

So he decided to run away, without hesitation, even if it seemed so shameless and pitiful.

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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei disappeared into the snowy ridge under the night, like two lost dogs.

The masters of the Songshan Military Mansion and the Peerless Sect looked dazed, not knowing what was going on, let alone what to do next.

The people of the Tianhai family were even more nervous when they saw their young master fall into the hands of the demon princess.

Tianhai looked at Nanke's eyes, terrified to the extreme, the shadow of death gave him unimaginable courage, shouted with a crying voice, and smashed his hands towards Nanke's forehead.

He looked very flustered, and the punches seemed to be out of order, but no one knew that these two punches were the mastery of the Tianhai family-the tail of the bird!

Two bright rays of light tore through the dark night, and Tianhai's two fists hit Nanke like lightning, hitting accurately without deviation.

Two extremely clear dull crashing sounds sounded on the mountain road.

Nanke didn't dodge his punches, not even dodging the action, still looking at him expressionlessly.

The night breeze was blowing, and a bundle of black hair floated up from her sideburns, not broken, and naturally she was not injured.

No one would avoid the forelimbs of a praying mantis waving on the road, and she would not pay attention to Tianhai's shot.

Although the Tianhai family's mastery is very strong, his fists have no strength.

The insurmountable gap between realms will make all moves meaningless.

Tianhai was extremely desperate, and wanted to say a few words and beg the other party to spare his life, but he couldn't say anything.

Nanke let go of him and put him down, walked to the edge of the mountain road and looked at the snowy ridge in the night, but there were no wings behind him.

She looked at the two figures that left at high speed between the peaks and the cliff, and thought silently, these two people should be regarded as the big men of the human race, and they can be so shameless, no wonder the Protoss has ruled the north of the continent for more than a thousand years, but they have never been able to defeat the human race.

Tianhai looked at her back, a little confused, I don't know what is going on.

Then, suddenly, he felt a little sweet in his throat, and then he felt a little cold in his heart.

He looked down and saw one feather in his throat, and another feather deep into his chest.

The feather feather was green, and under the inky night, it looked particularly bewitching, and it was held in the hands of the two demon beauties.

With two soft sounds, the green feather feathers disappeared, and the two demon beauties turned into countless points of light and dissipated, and then reunited beside the mountain road, turning back into wings and swaying gently.

Tianhai fell to his knees with his clothes, clutching his throat and chest, watching the blood stained green by the poison keep spilling out of his fingers, and gradually lost his breath.

Nanke didn't even look at him, still looking at the two figures between the mountains.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei's escape directions were diametrically opposite, even if she had the most incredible speed in the world, within the range of this snow ridge, she could only catch up with one of them at the fastest, and with her realm strength, she didn't dare to claim victory against only one person, after all, those two were real human powerhouses, not Tianhai clothes.

Naturally, she looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked for instructions on what to do.

The middle-aged scholar ignored her, lowered his head, and looked at the windless and slightly moving strings, very focused.

Nanke understood.

Her wings fluttered, the wind and snow danced, and she turned into a green streamer and disappeared into the night.

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It is said that it is more difficult to go down the mountain than to go up, but when speed is really needed, everyone knows that going up the mountain is definitely not as fast as rushing down the cliff. But Zhu Ye still chose to go to Xuefeng, not to let Ning Shiwei, but because he knew that tonight's escape did not depend entirely on speed, the faster it was, the safer it was, but the more dangerous it might be.

If he wants to chase and kill two fugitives, he will definitely pursue the fastest one first.

Sure enough, for a while afterward, he didn't hear the sound of the wind breaking behind him, nor did he see the green streamer.

He was very happy, but he didn't dare to have any relaxation, Zhenyuan was lucky, and he gave full play to the light body method of the peerless sect, and in a moment he had already swept out more than ten miles, and came to the upper edge of the snow peak, as long as he ran forward for hundreds of zhang, he could climb over the mountain in that place, see the lights of Gaoyang Town, and alarm the garrison there.

His breathing had become rapid, and he could hear the heaviness that lay in it.

The faintly illuminated night sky above the mountain appeared in his eyes, making him who was almost exhausted give birth to new strength, and his footwork quickened again.

At this moment, an extremely slight voice sounded behind him.

It's like a thin piece of ice falling on another piece of ice, like a night wind cutting an ice line, like someone pulling a string.

It's an illusion.

It must be an illusion.

Zhu Ye said to herself.

He didn't turn around, he still ran forward, his breathing getting shorter and heavier, and gradually took on the taste of despair.