Chapter 45 The Power of the Priest The moment the green shadow of the god appeared, it enveloped everyone in Prince Jing's mansion. Cold, blurry eyes swept across the entire place, and then a tornado suddenly rolled up from the lower body of the "god", causing sand and rocks to fly. "Fire arrows!" The crossbow's bowstring vibrated and arrows rained down, but the arrows that could tear through soft armor were blown off course when they hit the wind wall. "Go!" The black-robed sorcerer exhaled and shouted, and the god above his head collapsed. After the strong wind, the group of people disappeared, leaving only arrows in the yard. Escape. "Wind Escape Technique! They haven't gotten far, chase them separately!" Zhou Cang shouted in a deep voice, and the men in brocade clothes riding on the wall jumped down one after another. With the help of hearing, one can catch the footsteps of people fleeing at a rapid speed, suddenly appearing from all directions in the night.
After the sorcerer led his men to escape the encirclement, the people from Prince Jing's Mansion were fleeing in different directions. "Sir, the other side actually has a master of this level. I'm afraid we can't stop him." A man in brocade clothes said to Zhou Cang with an anxious look. Most of the time, there are few strong enemies in the city. Especially since it only involves firearms, it stands to reason that practitioners of this level should not exist among the enemies. They misjudged the fighting power of both sides. "Don't worry," Zhou Cang remained calm. While running in pursuit, he glanced back at the courtyard behind him and said: "And Envoy Zhao." Before setting out, he asked Ma Yan whether to send in experts for safety or just have the governor go himself. At that time, Ma Yan just said calmly: "Sun Lianying is the most thorough in his work. Don't worry. Since that old sly fellow dares to talk about co-operating with the police, he must have made all the arrangements. Humph, I know him too well." There was a mixture of contempt and admiration in their words, and it seemed that the two had a deep friendship. …… …… No, why am I the only one left... Zhao Duan stood alone in the small courtyard, feeling like cursing. It was okay that the audience left as soon as I finished reading the beginning of the prepared lines. "Priest Jin Jian? Are you there? Where did the bandit leader go? Please capture him." He asked loudly into the air. There was silence. Just when he suspected that the unreliable girl was skipping work. Suddenly, a number of pale golden footprints appeared on the ground and extended into the distance. "..."
Zhao Duan was speechless. He felt as if he was rubbing Diablo after get off work and turning on the "automatic path finding" function. Without time to complain, he leaped up, the surging Qi poured into his meridians, and he followed the guidance of the golden footprints with his light Kung Fu and ran wildly all the way. After majoring in the inheritance of the God of War, the aura in his body became more powerful and domineering, far beyond what it had been before. It was as if it had been replaced with a super-powerful engine, running at full speed, almost leaving an afterimage. Moving on the roofs of buildings as if walking on flat ground. After chasing for a long time, the surroundings became increasingly quiet. When Zhao Duan landed on a secluded street, he found a black-clad sorcerer standing alone at the end of the long street. Waiting at ease. The golden footprints had long disappeared, and the other party seemed not to have seen them. "Are you Zhao Duan? The pretty boy kept by the empress?" The black-clad sorcerer looked at him with interest. Zhao Duan suddenly became alert and did not rush in. He stopped a few feet away from the other party, glanced around, and asked: "Zhang Changshuo is not with you?" "That rubbish?" The black-robed sorcerer said coldly, "He is always causing trouble but can't do anything good." He left it behind when he fled. Those soldiers also felt that they were a burden, so they threw them out to attract the pursuers. However, he soon discovered that the imperial court had not dispatched any experts, and had obviously underestimated the difficulty of the arrest tonight. The sense of urgency was lifted, and after realizing that there was a "tail" following him, he began to have other thoughts. “I heard that you are favored by the Pseudo-Emperor. If you die here, the Pseudo-Emperor will surely be sad.” The black-robed sorcerer said with a smile. Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, touched the hilt of the knife on his back with his right hand, and sighed, "I have an illusion that I can kill him back. If you are really sure, why bother talking to me?" The black-clad warlock said nothing, but he was indeed observing. He majors in the god [Wind God] and has the ability to obtain information through hyacinths. This is also the reason why he was lurking in the capital - to facilitate the transmission of information to the south. At this moment, he was sure from the night wind that this pretty boy was chasing him alone, so he felt relieved and looked at him with a disdainful look: "Slippery tongue. Today I will teach you a lesson: never underestimate your opponent at any time." The words fell. The middle-aged warlock in black raised his sleeves, a breeze swirled around him, and he put his skinny palms together to form a knife, and chopped diagonally! Just a light chop! Under the cover of night, the cold air was pulled by an inexplicable force, gathering and squeezing madly, condensing into a giant green blade about ten feet long and shaped like a half moon. "Let's go." The warlock pushed, his mouth curled up and his tone was mocking. bass! The giant wind blade triggered a sonic boom and plowed along the central axis of the long street like lightning. At the end of the wind blade, the bluestone ground sank silently. Wherever the knife passed, it left pure white marks on the stones of the street, extending directly towards the young man who was standing there in a daze, as if he was frightened and stupid. Zhao Duan's pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed, and he felt his body was restrained. Air currents from both sides pressed towards him, making it difficult to dodge. As if being fixed on the rails, a train in the distance blew its whistle and roared closer, and time slowed down in my perception.
The energy in his body, as strong as a dragon, was moving madly, as if urging him to break free from his restraints. You can break free... but you don't have to. Zhao Duan, however, just held the hilt of the knife with one hand, letting the hair on his forehead blow back without dodging or avoiding it. He was betting that the "Red-Dot Boy" hiding in the dark would not stand idly by. The stars suddenly became brighter, and the wisps of clouds that had blown in from the south in the sky during the day dissipated, as if the secret of heaven was being pulled. The clouds have cleared and the moon has brightened. Countless stars are twinkling in the inky black universe, which is not significantly different from billions of years ago when the planet was barren and primitive. The girl came floating in, mysterious and ethereal, beyond words. Jin Jian's dazed and unfocused gaze suddenly focused, and a slightly pale finger stretched out from the sleeve of the black priest's robe embroidered with gold thread. Carefully, he pressed on the middle of the exaggerated wind blade that was a few inches away from Zhao Duan's forehead. The "train" came to an abrupt stop. boom! Silently, the fierce and sharp wind blade, which was enough to tear through the heavy armor of the Iron Buddha cavalry in the army, disintegrated into a scattered turbulent torrent and drifted towards the two men. "You, why don't you hide?" Jin Jian's voice was ethereal and he tilted his head, as if he was confused. Huh… Zhao Duan exhaled silently and asked, “Why did you show up just now?” Jin Jian explained seriously: "My job is to keep you safe, not to catch thieves." After thinking for a while, he added: “That’s an extra price.” It actually makes sense... Workers will never do extra work unless they are paid more... Zhao Duan agreed with this, pointed at the other party, and asked with a smile: "What's the price for catching him?" Well... no matter how expensive it is, I will promise it first, and then ask Ma Yan to reimburse me... the imperial yamen should not be short of money. "He doesn't need money." The girl named Jin Jian looked at the black-robed sorcerer with a stern face, her sleeves fluttering. She looked a little unhappy: "The authentic Fengbo summoning spell originated from the Tianshi Mansion... Where did you learn it from? The Fashen Sect? Or a fugitive priest?" After a pause, the girl with an ethereal voice and mysterious temperament shook her head and said: "You will certainly not answer, so I will have to clear the door." No... just because he didn't say a word, you concluded that he didn't want to say it... Zhao Duan was too tired to complain. Across the long street. The black-robed sorcerer was no longer relaxed. He stared at the golden tablet with fear and blurted out:
"Priest Zhudian!?" …… The upstairs is being renovated. When I was typing, I could hear the sound of electric drills all over my head. My efficiency was very low, so I updated a little late. (End of this chapter)