"Stand down, stand down!" Lu Zhaoye waved his hand and shouted.

The four spirit guards around them retreated, avoiding the two of them, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The rushing white light made them shudder, and the speed was not something they could react to.

Song Yunge said: "Army Lord, let's also return to the Army Lord's Mansion." ”

"Good. Lu Zhaoye nodded.

He had mixed feelings in his heart.

was carried by Song Yunge as if he was carrying a puppy, although it was pressed on his shoulder, he still looked embarrassed.

Especially under his reflection, the majesty of his own military lord is gone.

If he is so cared for by the Imperial Sky Palace, he is affected by Song Yunge, if it is not Song Yunge, the people of the Imperial Sky Palace will not deal with him at all.

But he also knew that if it weren't for Song Yunge, he would have died.

I really don't know whether to hate him or be grateful to him.

Even so, when he returned to the military lord's mansion, he was able to ask himself for a word and give himself full respect, which still made him very grateful.

Song Yunge took Lu Zhaoye and walked abruptly, swept through the alley, and dodged the flying knives of the four white-clothed young men who flew in.

Everyone returned to the wall, looked down at the situation here, and saw that the four people of the Imperial Sky Hall were like four snow-white eagles predating, while Song Yunge and Lu Zhaoye were like two rabbits, and they were embarrassed.

"Alas......" everyone sighed faintly, feeling uncomfortable.

"Imperial Sky Palace......" They felt a chill inexplicably, they didn't expect the Imperial Sky Hall to be so powerful, so terrifying.

The warlord is still so embarrassed that he runs away like a rabbit, and what about them?

I'm afraid that no one is the opponent of the Imperial Sky Palace, and once they are targeted by the Imperial Sky Palace, they will definitely die.

"What should I do?" Lu Zhaoye said in a deep voice: "Even if you return to the Military Lord's Mansion, you can't stop them!"

Song Yunge shook his head and said, "No hurry." ”

He did not return to the military lord's mansion, but circled around the city.

The people in the city watched silently, their hands clenched, and they wanted to rush over and smash the four white-clothed youths down.

But there was nothing they could do.

This feeling of powerlessness made them disappointed and sad, hated and helpless, and their hearts seemed to be held by an invisible hand.

The big hands clenched tighter and tighter, leaving them breathless.

This feeling of aggrieved was about to explode for them, their legs flexed slightly, and they almost couldn't control themselves from rushing out.

"Whew!" a white light suddenly shot out in reverse.

The previous white light was all from the four white-clothed youths and shot at Song Yunge, but this time it was the opposite, shooting from Song Yunge and shooting at the four white-clothed youths.

"Huh?" Zhao Manhua was surprised.

Her eyes widened, and she watched as a white light shot at a young man in white, shooting him down.

The young man in white suddenly leaned up, as if in a backstroke position on the water.

He flew straight upside down on his back, forming a graceful arc and landing on a roof, where he hung motionless.

"Senior Brother Tu!" the other three white-clothed youths stopped drinking.

"Snort!" another white light shot at a young man in white.

"Retreat!" The remaining two white-clothed youths immediately landed, and without hesitation, they ignored their companions, and swept directly against the ground, running towards the outside of the city.

They had seen with their own eyes that Song Yunge's flying knives were strange and could not be guarded against, but in this city, their strength was limited and they could not fully exert their power.

Now that they have come to their senses, it is no wonder that Song Yunge wants to flee back to the city, but he occupies a favorable position.

The two of them flew across the earth like two shadows, and the people standing at the head of the city could clearly see their speed.

The crowd couldn't help but be stunned.

The speed of these two people is really like a flash, and the speed is extremely fast, and neither of them is far inferior.

Is it possible to escape at such a speed?

"Whew!" a white light shot at a young man in white with precision.

The galloping man lost control and crashed directly into the opposite wall, crashing into the wall.

Seeing this, another young man in white changed his figure abruptly, unpredictable, and looming.

"Whew!" a white light appeared out of thin air.

"Duh!" the young man in white suddenly let out a broken cry, like a thunderclap.

The white light that shot in front of his eyebrows suddenly stopped, and a small knife hung in the air, the size of a thumb, clear and shiny.

The young man in white was filled with infinite anger in his heart.

This is a kind of betrayal anger, this knife is his own flying knife, it is a flying knife that he has always been in love with, and he thinks of each other, getting along day and night, closer than any of his relatives and friends.

"Ah——!h

But the flying knife couldn't control itself, and let the infinite power drive it forward step by step to approach the eyebrows of the young man in white.

The young man in white stared at it with wide eyes, wanting to retreat, but all the power was condensed in front of him, fighting for control of this flying knife, and he had no time to move his feet.

The flying knife approached slowly, little by little, from one foot to half a foot, and finally to an inch, and the chill of the flying knife had already penetrated into the center of his eyebrows, making him more concentrated and more focused.

Under life and death, his potential was fully stimulated, and his eyes were already bloodshot, looking terrifying.

Everyone on the city wall stared intently at this side, secretly nervous, and at this time they suddenly felt a little pity for him.

Being approached step by step by death, stabbed by a flying knife little by little, this feeling must be desperate and terrifying.

Zhao Manhua said in a low voice: "How can Senior Brother Song also fly knives, it seems to be exactly the same flying knives as the Imperial Sky Palace!"

Zhuo Xiaowan shook his head softly and said, "He has some encounters and knows some miraculous skills outside of our Tianyue Mountain." ”

"Yes...... Zhao Manhua sighed: "If you don't have enough luck, you can't get to this point today." ”

Sword God, I'm afraid there is only one sword god in the world.

What kind of comprehension and luck is required for this, and I have been trapped at the swordsman level at the beginning.

I'm afraid it's precisely because of this that we can have a deep enough foundation to get to where we are today, right?

After Song Yunge became a sword god, all the disciples who knew about Tianyue Mountain were reflecting, thinking of Song Yunge's original grinding in the swordsman period, and thinking about whether it was the most important step to become a sword god if he wanted to stay for enough time in the swordsman period and lay a solid enough foundation.

"Snort!" another white light struck, piercing through the eyebrows of the white-clothed young man, and the knife from before stopped in the void, trembling slightly.

The young man in white had a blank look in his eyes, staring at the flying knife, and the divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared.

"Bang!" the young man in white fell to the ground.

The flying knife did not move in the air, and then flew back into Song Yunge's sleeve.

He let go of Lu Zhaoye's shoulders and breathed a long sigh of relief: "I finally got through this hurdle!"

Lu Zhaoye smiled bitterly: "If you can hide from the first day of the first month, you can't hide from the fifteenth, they must be ambushed near the military lord's mansion, and they have to kill you." ”

"They have a weak heart. Song Yunge smiled and said: "It's been resolved, but the next group of people from the Imperial Sky Hall will come, I have to leave here, so as not to burden everyone." ”

Song Yunge frowned again.

As soon as they leave, will Zhuo Xiaowan and the others be angered by the Imperial Sky Palace?