The moment the sword left her body, "Ran Sujuan" seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She felt waves of dizziness coming over her. Her whole body swayed slightly, and then she fell straight backwards and fell to the ground with a "plop".
He was lying on his back, motionless.
Then, under Gui Zhu's extremely horrified gaze, her face and body began to twist and deform, and eventually she became a character that had nothing to do with Ran Sujuan.
A short, thin, average-looking middle-aged man!
It turns out that "Ran Sujuan" who just launched a ruthless sneak attack on the ghost mandrill was actually transformed into a man.
When he thought that he had some strange thoughts about a man just now, Ghost Mandrill suddenly felt nauseous and almost vomited.
"I was careless." The middle-aged man's face was as golden as paper, his breathing was rapid, and his voice was almost inaudible, "But it's not unfair to die in the hands of a woman like you."
It turns out that this person has a miraculous special physique. He can change himself into the appearance of others by contacting them. His appearance, body and voice are all lifelike and cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.
Previously on the battlefield, he wore the uniform of the "Wen Dao Academy" that he had prepared in advance, disguised himself as a disciple of the academy, lurked among the crowd, and made sneak attacks on the coalition masters from time to time. He succeeded every time, without any loss.
So after his companion stunned Ran Sujuan, he made a prompt decision and transformed into the other person's appearance. He didn't even need to change his clothes, and deliberately lay on the roadside to confuse the ghost mandrill, waiting for an opportunity to kill the other person.
But he never expected that such a small oversight would make Nangong Ling make up his mind and decisively draw his sword against him.
"Where is the real Sister Ran?"
Seeing his breathing getting weaker and weaker, Nangong Ling suddenly asked.
"She, she is..."
Perhaps because he knew he was going to die, the man didn't seem to intend to hide it, but he opened his mouth with difficulty and answered in an inaudible voice.
His voice was so soft that Nangong Ling couldn't help but move closer and listen. The distance between the two of them was less than two feet.
The middle-aged man, who seemed to be about to take his last breath at any moment, suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils shot out violent light, suddenly raised his palms, and hit Nangong Ling's curvy chest hard.
This blow obviously mobilized all his remaining strength. It was so fast and powerful that it was almost as powerful as the man in his prime.
As if he didn't expect that the other party still had the strength to make a move, Nangong Ling's expression changed dramatically, he exclaimed, kicked his feet on the ground, and hurriedly stepped back.
Although she barely dodged the blow, her body also lost its balance. She stumbled and fell backwards involuntarily, unable to stand firm.
"Whoosh!"
Just at this moment, a phantom jumped out of nowhere, running like the wind, as fast as lightning, appearing behind her in an instant, clenching his right hand into a fist, holding the strong wind, and struck hard at her vest
Call.
"careful!"
Ghost Mandrill was shocked and instantly recognized the phantom. It was the mysterious man who had kidnapped Ran Sujuan earlier. He shouted loudly, slightly bent his legs, and then suddenly jumped up from the ground, intending to rush forward to support Nangong Ling.
However, the speed of this phantom was so fast and it appeared so suddenly. By the time the ghost mandrill reacted, it was too late and there was nothing he could do to save it.
"puff!"
Just when he thought that Nangong Ling was about to die in the hands of this phantom, he heard the sound of weapons piercing flesh, and the scene in front of him was far beyond his expectation.
When Nangong Ling staggered back, the sword in his palm unexpectedly stabbed out with his backhand, stabbing the shadow in the chest just right. The angle and timing of the sword were perfect, as if he had expected someone to sneak attack from behind.
This lightning-fast phantom was nailed to the sword and finally stopped moving, revealing its true appearance.
It turned out to be a man in gray clothes who looked to be no more than twenty-six or seventeen years old, with fairly regular facial features.
At this moment, his face was full of disbelief, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, the luster in his eyes gradually faded, his head slowly tilted to the side, and his body hung feebly on the sword like a skewer until the end of his life.
For a moment, it seemed that he couldn't figure out why he was struck by such a sword.
"This this……"
The middle-aged man lying on the ground was stunned. He had never expected such an incident. Seeing that his sneak attack failed and his companion was made into a "skewer", he knew that he would never be able to hurt him again, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.
With a look on his face, he immediately tilted his head and stopped breathing completely.
"You, how do you know he will attack secretly?"
A look of surprise flashed in Ghost Mandrill's eyes, he was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Since this person's special physique is to change his appearance." Nangong Ling stretched out his green onion-like jade finger, pointed at the middle-aged man on the ground, and said with a smile, "Then with a speed-type physique, I can change Sister Ran in front of you and me.
There must be someone else who took him away, so I pretended to be unsteady and deliberately lured him into making a sneak attack. Fortunately, this person is impulsive and fell into the trap easily. Otherwise, with his speed, it would be really difficult to find him."
"Then how did you know he would come from behind..."
Midway through his words, Ghost Mandrill stopped abruptly, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of sudden enlightenment.
His eyes swept over the graceful Nangong Ling, and he suddenly discovered that the direction, position and even the rhythm of the opponent's retreat had been carefully calculated. He was facing him exactly. Except behind him, the man in gray was probably really looking for him.
There is no better angle for a sneak attack.
What a terrible woman!
No wonder Shen Tu could be manipulated in the palm of his hand.
When I think that the other party has used extraordinary wisdom to solve two very troublesome people with special physiques in such a short period of time, even if they are as arrogant as a mandrill, their scalp is numb and they are secretly frightened.
"Both men are dead."
After sighing for a moment, he suddenly thought, "How else can we find her whereabouts?"
The "she" in his mouth is naturally Ran Sujuan, who was kidnapped by the men in gray.
"Since this person can seize the opportunity to sneak attack on me, he must have been peeping nearby just now." Nangong Ling replied, "Sister Ran must not be too far away. Let's just look nearby."
"Okay!" Ghost Mandrill nodded, quite convinced of her.
"Don't worry, Sister Ran is such a beautiful woman."
As if she could see the worry in his heart, Nangong Ling comforted her softly, "It falls into the hands of these two men again. They will never be willing to hurt her life."
After saying that, she turned around and walked quickly towards the forest behind her.
"I hope so." Ghost Mandrill sighed and followed closely.
Sure enough, just a moment later, the two found Ran Sujuan unconscious under a big tree.
Her face was calm, her breathing was even, and she was sleeping deeply, as if she knew nothing about the ups and downs of the outside world.
But if you look closely, you can find that there is a faint sparkle hanging in the corner of Ran Sujuan's eyes.
…
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Accompanied by two loud noises, the two dark spirits and ghost attendants who slashed at Zhong Wen with their swords flew backwards, like arrows leaving the string, and hit the mountain wall hard.
Under the violent impact of the collision, their bodies were torn apart, their flesh and blood splattered, and their deaths were indescribably tragic.
"Anymore?"
Zhong Wen clapped his hands with a relaxed look on his face, then turned to look at the only Seven-Star Saint who could still stand, and asked with a smile, "If there are other minions, you might as well summon them quickly and let me deal with them at once.
trouble."
How could this kid's body be so strong?
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Seven-Star Saint, and a turmoil surged in his heart. He felt as if his three views had been subverted.
Without the ability to use his spiritual power, he was certain that even if he took action himself, he would never be able to resolve the battle as easily and calmly as Zhong Wen, relying only on three punches and two kicks.
"You don't think you've won, do you?" He calmed down, raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Zhong Wen's chest, and said slowly.
"Isn't it?" Zhong Wen touched his nose and pretended to be curious, "Is it possible that Senior Qixing still has some special skills hidden in his mind that he hasn't used yet?"
"Young man, don't get too proud too soon." The Seven-Star Sage said in a deep voice, word for word, "The strength of the veteran saint is far beyond your imagination."
As he spoke, he drew his right arm back and bent his knees, assuming a strange posture.
"I'm about to learn something." Zhong Wen saw that he was speaking mysteriously, and a look of solemnity suddenly flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised his right arm in front of him, and his energy instantly gathered.
"Whoosh!"
Then, in his expectant eyes, the figure of the Seven-Star Saint suddenly rose up from the ground, galloped in the opposite direction to him, and soon disappeared among the mountains and forests.
The Seven-Star Saint, who seemed about to hold back his big move, actually used unprecedented speed and slipped away!?