The first thousand seven hundred and sixty chapters snare
The strong wind was either harsh or light, and the combination was particularly disturbing, but no one made a sound. It seemed that all the killings and tragedies here were shrouded in darkness.
Li Luoshang was in the Eight Ultimate Killing Formation. He ignored the six murderous auras that surged behind him. He attacked the enemy and rescued the enemy. He used the Taoist secret art of changing the world and focused on the two people in the high pavilion. If he broke the formation first,
Li Luo could survive. If he couldn't break through the Eight Ultimate Killing Formation, Li Luo would be seriously injured or even killed. It all depended on who could be one step ahead. Fighting for one's life was Li Luo's specialty.
With eight enemies against two, he still won half the battle. The water in the pool sank half an inch, then suddenly rose again. It sank and floated, and in the blink of an eye at most, Li Luo was already in the high pavilion.
The lotus root yarn fell to the ground like broken flowers, but the four candlelights did not even flicker. The energy circled and rose into the sky. Suddenly, the moonlight was bright and clear, the idle clouds dispersed, and the moon poked its head out.
Just right.
The yard became clearer, and the killer in the trap had disappeared. He made a decisive decision without delay, which made Li Luo feel a little worried.
There was a black shadow standing still in the corridor. After a few breaths, the hoarse voice said indifferently without any fluctuation: "You, Feipeng Castle, must intervene?"
No one answered, either because they were dismissive or because they didn't think about what to say, so they heard the hoarse voice continue: "Okay, only one of Luowang and Feipeng Castle can be left." After that, the black shadow faded, and then
It disappeared into the shadows of the night so silently.
Li Luo looked at the end of the corridor and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
Eight figures flew over the eaves and walked over the wall, as if they were walking on flat ground. Fortunately, most of the people in Zhuo City were still in their dreams at this time. Occasionally, there were one or two people who had woken up at night, with sleepy eyes. Even if they saw it, they just thought it was a night bird flying in the sky.
When I rubbed my eyes and looked again, there was no shadow anywhere.
After burning incense, Li Luo and his party arrived in front of a courtyard. This place is where the south of the city meets the east of the city. Not far from the courtyard is a tributary of the Chenxiang River. It is quiet and elegant, and the scenery is beautiful.
Li Luoba and the others had just arrived at the courtyard gate without knocking. The courtyard door was pulled open, revealing the figure of a man, about early twenties, very young, with a thick mustache under his chin, he looked rough, and his eyes were
However, he always showed a playful light and was full of cynicism. He was built with a strong back and waist, and his wrists were tied up to the bottom of the elbow, tied up with leather ropes. He was wearing a purple shirt and fast boots, and he looked like a wanderer.
When the man saw Li Luo, there was no strange expression on his face. He smiled lazily and curled his lips: "I've waited until the prince."
Li Luo smiled and saluted and asked, "Where is Brother Feng?"
"Brother Ming and Brother Zhou Fang are being watched closely and cannot get away. They are afraid of ruining the prince's important event, so they asked the common people to wait here. The prince invites us inside, and we go in and talk."
"Okay." Li Luo cupped his hands and ducked into the courtyard. When the remaining seven people walked in, the man half-closed the courtyard door and looked at it carefully for a long time before gently pushing the door open.
After entering the room, tea was poured on the table. Li Luo picked it up and took a sip casually, letting out a long breath. The man followed him in, saw the tea and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is thirsty."
Li Luo smiled bitterly and said: "Not only is he thirsty, he almost died."
The man laughed and took a look at the seven people of different shapes who came with Li Luo. After entering the house, no one said anything, and no one went to drink the tea prepared by the man. They dispersed at will, but the distance between them was quite mysterious.
The man's heart froze, but he also noticed the soul-stirring murderous aura. They were all top masters who were no less than himself. I often heard Feng Zhenming and Zhou Fang talking about the clouds of masters under Li Luo's command. I saw them today.
, I'm afraid there is still a chance of victory.
"You still don't know what to call the young hero?"
"The half-divided building of the Zhuque Hall has sparse shadows."
"Ha, it turns out it's the young hero Heng who sings and sings about drunken beauties. It's a pleasure to meet him."
"Hey, does the prince know about the common people?"
"Young Master Heng, there is no need to be polite. I am worthy of brother Zhou and Feng, and you and I don't need to be strangers. I have heard them talk about an immortal hero who rode a horse and sang wildly about half a floor above. Unfortunately, we have never seen him. I don't want to see him today."
Finally met."
Heng Shuying said with a smile: "If you want to say that you are an immortal hero, I dare not agree in front of the prince."
Li Luo chuckled lightly and said, "It's really wrong to drag you half a floor into the water this time. I will come to apologize in the future."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. Banfenlou is in Zhuocheng, which is in the water. Your Majesty has a long-standing friendship with us, Banfenlou. Naturally, he wants to help. Is it possible that we are required to wave the flag and shout for those people?" Heng Shuying was very free and easy.
, did not take the chaotic situation in front of him to heart at all, no wonder he was so praised by Zhou Fang and Feng Zhenming.
"Your Majesty, please rest for a while. I'll go guard outside the house."
"Thank you." Li Luo was not polite and nodded to express his thanks. Heng Shuying nodded to everyone and left the house.
After a short moment of silence, Li Luo glanced around the seven people in the room. There was a middle-aged man whom he met that day in the Valley of Forgetfulness. He was wearing a loose white linen brown coat, with sleeves as wide as crane wings, and tied around his waist.
Cattail Rope, dressed as if he were in the remote mountains of a carefree forest, perhaps because of his battle with the net, the eyes of the middle-aged man Gu Jing Bubo actually became arrogant and perverse. There was also an acquaintance of Li Luo who went north to Caohai and had a near-miss.
His throat was sealed by her dagger, and once he was invited by Li Luo to enter the urn. After a plot, he was able to win back the victory. Tonight, he was dressed in black clothes and snow shoes, and his grace was still there. His figure was graceful, tall and slender, and he held a bright red sword behind his arm.
The long sword with a gorgeous red scabbard, the tip of the scabbard covered with brass sheath pointing proudly to the sky, contrasting with her reclining eyebrows like a distant mountain, there is a sense of heroism in the beauty.
Li Luo only glanced at it and then looked away. For some reason, the old friend met again, and the charming and affectionate look in the Caohai camp came to mind involuntarily. The woman seemed to notice Li Luo's strange gaze,
The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and he looked at Li Luo playfully.
Except for the middle-aged man and this woman, the remaining five people, Li Luo, were all meeting for the first time. Unlike the Luowang killer who was all covered by his mask, the master of Feipeng Castle showed his face. There was a man standing next to the door of the house, about the size of
At the age of forty, the martial arts tower is slightly shorter, but it is more than half a foot wider than the martial arts tower. His face is dark, and his back is as tough as a tiger's back. Standing at the door, he looks like a rocky mountain. It is intimidating and extremely scary.
There was a girl who looked to be no more than the age of a nutmeg, holding a golden-purple ball in her arms, wearing a lavender shirt, with a slender waist and long legs, and a snow-white face no bigger than the size of a palm, which made her chin pointy.
She looked slim and delicate. If you didn't look at her eyes, she was clearly the little girl next door waiting to bloom, but there was a sea of corpses and rivers of blood in her eyes.