The Shark Tooth sword landed heavily on Wushuang Ghost's shoulder, but it made a sound like gold and iron colliding.
Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed and his expression was indifferent. Can't shark teeth break through the body's defense...
With a cold snort, energy poured into his arm, and he pressed down heavily!
Click, click, bang!
After all, Wushuang Ghost couldn't bear the huge power, and his knees slowly bent, and finally he knelt on one knee on the ground. The bluestone on the street instantly dented a pit!
Just when Wei Zhuang was about to take action, an inexplicable cyclone suddenly burst out in the distance, blowing his white hair gently.
He was not the only one who felt strange. Yan Lingji and the Exorcist, who were originally preparing to step forward to support Wushuang Ghost, also looked back.
The flames that surrounded the carriage like a wall began to rotate, as if a tornado was being born in the flames.
And as time went by, the flames were swept faster and faster, eventually forming a whirlpool. The wind it stirred up made those present unable to help but cover their faces with their hands to prevent foreign objects from hurting their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the original orange-red flame began to change color, turning towards a strange green, and finally turned into a green flame that seemed to come from the netherworld of hell.
Several people were shocked and confused, not knowing what exactly happened.
Yan Lingji was wondering what Zheng Ze was doing to make such a big noise. The guards would come and they wouldn't be able to escape!
The exorcist didn't understand what the man was capable of. He was thinking about what kind of magic could produce such a vision.
Wei Zhuang had no expression on his face. He withdrew the shark tooth that was pressing on Wu Shuang's shoulder, inserted it into the ground, and folded his hands on the hilt of the sword. He became slightly interested.
Wushuang Ghost just glanced at him, then at Yan Lingji and the Exorcist. Aren't they here to fight?
At this time, Zheng Ze, who was in the whirlpool of the quiet flames, looked at the floating fragments in front of him with slightly surprised eyes. It turned out to be it!
When all 100,000 soldiers' pay was swallowed up, pieces of green broken light appeared in front of them, and they were spliced together to form a strange... knife!
When he first looked at the knife, a piece of information naturally appeared in his mind.
[Forged by a mysterious being who condensed the power of his soul, the sword is named after the eternal night. It is the life weapon of an ancient ethnic leader. In the war against..., it has become shattered and is in an unknown state.
Become a broken iron on the battlefield...]
[Maybe...you can try to fix it!]
On the other side, Zheng Ze saw a black human-shaped shadow. His face seemed to be covered, and all he could see was his long hair tied into a bunch and blowing in the wind behind him.
[The supreme commander of an ancient and powerful ethnic group. In the war against..., his body turned into earth and stone and turned into powder. His body has perished and his soul has lost its strength. He was summoned by... and his soul was mutilated.
The shadow comes from the darkness of time and concludes a mysterious contract.】
[After we have strengthened our troops, we have to go against the will of heaven!]
After sorting out the thoughts in his mind, Zheng Ze couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
Even though he realized that what he had activated in the third stage was a spiritual weapon, now that he had realized it, he still felt completely calm.
From now on, your own turn begins!
Everything around him slowly dissipated, and even the whirlpool of flames on the periphery gradually became silent and eventually disappeared.
At the same time, his figure also appeared in front of everyone.
Feeling the gaze of several eyes, Zheng Ze came back to his senses.
Turning around, he saw Yan Lingji standing in front of him and Wei Zhuang behind them.
This was the first time I saw him. At this time, he was a dangerous swordsman without emotion walking in the dark night. His short silver hair hanging down on his chin was surrounded by a black turban inlaid with gold. He was cold and handsome.
Looking at this dangerous young swordsman, if he had met him before, Zheng Ze felt that bowing down would be a good choice, but now...
After glancing at the Exorcist Demon and Wushuang Ghost, he walked up to Yan Lingji in a hurry and shielded her from the sharp edge.
Facing the cold-faced young man, he seemed not to notice the invisible sharpness, and said slowly: "As a hero who came out of Ghost Valley, why would he kill a weak woman? Maybe we can sit down and talk, and then
Call Mr. Jiu."
Hearing this, Wei Zhuang just raised his eyes and glanced at him, then pulled out the shark tooth stuck in the ground, and the sword blade made a clanking sound as it cut through the air.
He said calmly: "There are no men or women who dare to stand in front of me, only enemies."
As he spoke, he came towards Zheng Ze with the shark tooth in hand.
Seeing this, Yan Lingji subconsciously wanted to pull away from Zheng Ze, but she hadn't moved yet. Time around him seemed to become stagnant and obscure, and everything began to happen slowly.
The night seemed darker at this moment, and the surrounding light became fainter for an instant.
The green broken light gathered in front of him, dyeing the entire area with a dark green color. The broken light formed the shape of a long sword, blocking Wei Zhuang's murderous sword for Zheng Ze.
Feeling that the sword was unable to move forward, Wei Zhuang frowned imperceptibly and retreated.
At this time, feeling that the heavy-armored guards from the palace were about to arrive, Zheng Ze directly took Yan Lingji's hand regardless of what Wei Zhuang was doing.
"Walk!"
Seeing him grabbing Yan Lingji and running away, the Exorcist pulled up his hood and prepared to escape.
But looking at the big Wushuang Ghost who was still standing there stupidly with a bewildered expression, the handsome face under the hood showed a hint of helplessness.
"Don't be scared, run away!"
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Holding Yan Lingji's soft hand, Zheng Ze ran all the way. In the process, he looked back and saw the phantom forcing Wei Zhuang back half a street with a knife.
Even if this Eternal Night is extremely damaged, it should be stronger than the Reverse Scale that protects Han Fei.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt that his body was being pulled by Yan Lingji and he could no longer run. Due to the reaction force, he was pulled by the opponent and his chin almost hit her face.
Fortunately, he stopped in time, reacted and looked at her smooth forehead, which he almost touched just now.
"What's wrong?" He frowned and looked at her and said.
Yan Lingji glanced at him coquettishly and brushed the hair from her forehead with her hand.
"You are too slow, let me do it, sister!"
After saying that, she put one hand around his waist. Zheng Ze felt his waist tighten, and soon he heard the wind whistling in his ears.
The sudden weightlessness made him extremely insecure, and he subconsciously hugged Yan Lingji's slender but extremely flexible waist tightly to gain a short-term sense of security.
With a tap of her toes, Yan Lingji paused for a moment on the eaves of a wall.
"Don't move your hands!" A soft voice came into my ears. It seemed to be a warning, but it also sounded like encouragement, making it difficult to distinguish.
After saying that, her figure continued to fly between the walls and eaves, quickly moving away from the area where the chaos had just broken out.
Wherever they left, the imperial guards quickly arrived to impose martial law and blockade.
The leader looked at the empty carriages in the middle, thinking about who was fighting in the city tonight. Those who left the alley seemed to be the general's personal guards...
With a keen political sense, he realized that things were not simple, so he wisely chose to turn a blind eye to those who left.
Detailed description of puppets will be explained in the following chapters.
