Wu Zhang's pupils contracted sharply, even if he hadn't gotten closer, he had already smelled the fishy sweetness of death, his dry lips opened and closed, and he couldn't utter a syllable.

At this moment, he was finally able to understand why this person was able to calmly break into the prince's bedroom alone.

With such terrifying strength and supernatural powers, I am afraid that his cultivation is not weaker than that of the prince Wu Ying in the palace.

How stupid, in order to please the prince's younger brother, he actually tried to kill this person alone.

Ling Tiansu didn't want to be nosy, but when he saw through the snow curtain of the night, and the eyes that seemed to be smiling under the qi machine were touched, his body suddenly moved.

A heavy fog suddenly rose in the middle of the palace, and the frost-like mist was clearly visible to the naked eye, and a huge cold white wall rose to the ground in less time than an instant.

Wu Zhang's sandy fingers could be seen to hit the ice wall hard, the hand bones were shattered, and severe pain struck, but because the thick ice wall was as thick as a mountain, it blocked the other party's qi adsorption effect.

His uncontrollable body that stepped into the dead space also slackened like a kite with a broken string in an instant.

The cold night wind blew his luxurious robe, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

Inside the crystal ice wall, the shadowy black shadow moved slightly, under the refraction of the cold light.

The black cloak hidden by the qi machine floated lightly like a cloud, glowing with a smooth and soft color, and under the reflection of the cold light of the ice wall, it shone like snake scales.

Under the black sleeve robe, a slender pale and beautiful ominous hand slowly deepened.

Wu Zhang's eyes widened, looking at the palm that was slowly approaching the ice wall, only to feel that the blood in his body was drained of the cold and cold.

Because he saw the hand that was as perfect and beautiful as jade porcelain, but there was no life, and there were no palm prints!

In this world, there is a person who has no palm prints, and looks like a dummy made of lifeless ceramics.

But if it is a dummy, how can it explain the powerful power released in the other party's body?

In this world, is it possible that there is any carrier that can accommodate such terrible power and coercion?

This thought had just risen in his mind, and before he could get any answer, Wu Zhang's pupils contracted violently again.

There was a clattering crack, and a five-foot-thick wall of ice cracked beneath the pale, cold palm.

It's like a cracked mirror, suddenly bursting with a bang.

In the shattered blast of wind, the cold aura of death diffused from the body wrapped in the hood of the black robe.

The cold and slender beautiful palm reached out towards him, and the movements were indescribably elegant.

The delicate white skin of the palm had not yet arrived, Wu Zhang's breathing suddenly suffocated, and his neck seemed to be tightly strangled by a cold snake.

The eyeballs and brains in the skull seemed to burst open, and the huge oppressive force made his throat feel fishy sweet, as if the last breath of life could be poured out at any time.

At this time, Qingyue's strings were sounded in this night of death, and immediately after, the sound of arrows flying through the space at high speed almost pierced people's eardrums.

An arrow light like the dawn of the east shot away the space in front of him with a cold air, and in his bloodshot eyes, he saw the space in front of his neck, and a transparent and blue illusory palm was shattered by this arrow.

The icy air is insane

Pouring into the mouth and nose, dissipating the fishy sweetness in the throat into the stomach, the feeling of regaining life is too wonderful.

A low chuckle enveloped his head with the smell of death.

The wind of the winter night swept the scattered wind and snow, brushing his eyebrows, and a dark night-like garment with the cold light of scales was about to cut down on his eyebrows silently.

Before he could cut it, the faint star sand in the center of Wu Zhang's eyebrows had already produced a shallow crack, and the crimson light seeped out of the crack, as if it had been gently swept by a sharp knife.

After twists and turns, Wu Zhang even forgot his fear, his hands and feet became weak, and he felt a kind of despair that had nowhere to escape and no way to escape.

At this moment, a calm and powerful palm rested on his shoulder.

The palm of that hand still had the frost sword intent left, and suddenly clasped his shoulder, and a huge force swept towards him.

There was a sound of violent vibration of the air under his feet, and when he looked down, he was stirred up by a magical force under him to create a circle of transparent ripples, and he was held by the person behind him, and he retreated in a hurry.

The surrounding space was gone, and it was obvious how quickly the evacuation was going.

"Since you're here to find death in a hurry, don't show such a cowardly expression. An indifferent and calm voice came from behind him, but it made people feel extremely calm when it fell into their ears.

Wu Zhang was led down to the eaves of a palace beyond the high walls, his lithe sleeves lifted by the wind and brushing his cheeks.

Looking back, through the green sleeves, I saw a delicate and impeccable facial features.

He stood two steps behind Wu Zhang, his warm and clean palm still resting on his shoulder, and the dull and boring stone beasts carved on the cornices seemed to become vivid at this moment.

The stars and moon spots that had been shredded by sharp edges and corners reflected on his face, as if they had crossed a layer of divine light.

It was clearly very close to him, but it felt a little out of reach.

Was 'she' who saved me? from the demon-man's hands.

Wu Zhang's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and for a moment he forgot that there was still a huge danger waiting for him ahead.

Ling Tiansu didn't notice Wu Zhang's quietly changing subtle gaze, he was looking at the black-robed man with a faint shadow on the wall in front of him.

When the black-robed man saw Ling Tiansu make a move, the cold killing intent released in his body was strangely put away, and the pale and lifeless palm was also hidden in the big sleeve.

The figure was tall, with a long wind and snow behind him, but the robe on his body was fluttering lightly in the air, and if it wasn't blown by the long wind of heaven and earth, the heavy snow would not fall for half a minute.

Rather, it has a peculiar verve, slow, and frivolous like a flowing cloud, and it looks really mysterious.

The hood perfectly concealed the man's face, and through the wind and snow, only a faint could be seen under the brim of the hat brimmed with silver trim, and half of the perfectly white pointed chin.

In the middle of the night, the white jaw moved slightly, although the original sound was muffled by the qi machine, but it still made people feel that the voice was cold and wet, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

"I suddenly found that you are wearing green clothes, and you are quite attractive. The words that came out were weird and ridiculous, even with a bit of schadenfreude.

Ling Tiansu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't reveal any superfluous emotions, just said calmly: "You can't kill people tonight, and there is no result if you continue to entangle, it's just a waste of time." ”

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The individual smiled lightly: "It's very interesting to deal with you, but it's not a waste of time." ”

Ling Tiansu frowned and said, "Don't you think it's cold tonight?"

The man let out a long snort, and his voice suddenly became a little meaningful: "Are you worrying about an inconsequential person again?"

Ling Tiansu's voice also became a little cold with the cold winter night: "I mean, I'm cold, I want to sleep, please take care of yourself." ”

The man laughed out loud, but his body was silent, gliding over the high wall like a ghost, and the black mist that wrapped around his body pulled a long, dark and dreamy shadow in the air.

"What are you going to do?!" Looking at the black shadow that came in an instant, Wu Zhang showed an extremely frightened look, and what was surprising was that he looked like he was twisted and frightened when he saw his mother being stabbed by the knife, but he also blocked in front of Ling Tiansu, not giving an inch.

The man gently stretched his sleeves, and Wu Zhang rolled down from the cornice.

That person was very close to Ling Tiansu, and the body and feet covered by the black robe did not fall on the cornice, but floated in the air like a mist body as if it had no weight.

A clear and barren breath lingered, like the snowy earth of the wasteland battlefield, the breath of dry bones and flowers, on the edge of death, exuding a faint cold fragrance.

The gale blew the black hood away, and a long wind like a crow's feather danced wildly in the wind, but between each long hair, there was a kind of obscuring qi that made people unable to see through the breath.

The man's face was even more difficult to discern, except for a vague outline and a pair of azure eyes that radiated the brilliance of jewels.

It was an extremely moist and good-looking pair of eyes, but in the dim light, it was full of some evil temptation.

The man slowly sank into one hand, and even though he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, he could still feel the innate elegance of the Dao's manners, and the condescending attitude of appreciating interesting things.

"Well, tonight can really only end here, but I came to find out the bottom of this rumored prince, but I didn't expect him to be more troublesome than imagined, it seems that the time is still not ripe. But ......"

The faint pair of thin lips are distinctly light-colored, but in the slight opening and lurking, they give people a fishy sweetness like blood soaked in the night.

The tone is clear and soft, like an intimate ambiguity between lovers, but between the lines, there is a sense of killing with the breath of hell.

You can see that under the black mist, between the corners of the thin lips, a pair of sharp and beautiful teeth like demons flashed with lethal sharpness and poison: "When the fruit is ripe, isn't it sweeter and more delicious to pick again?"

For this person who exuded a strange and dangerous aura all over his body, Ling Tiansu only said lightly: "Wu Ying's life is mine." ”

"Then let's compare and see who has the more ruthless means and the faster shot. Wish...... You won't disappoint. After all......"

Ling Tiansu's narrow fox eyes narrowed out a sharp arc, but he didn't say anything more, just looked at the dreamlike figure in front of him coldly, scattered into a black mist, and completely disappeared from sight.

There was still a lingering cold fragrance of the orchid in the air, and in the biting cold night, although the strange black shadow had completely disappeared from Ling Tiansu's sight.

The wind and the earth are clear, the snow is silent, and in this endless dark night, it seems that there is a pair of scarlet vertical eyes like a devil, dangerous and ambiguous, and he knows everything about him.

(ps: It should be obvious, can you guess who this man in black is?)