Chapter 38: Healer Ambushes

"It's a healer!"

With an angry snort, Yin Yang held a knife in his right hand, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning, which flew out from the car window. The next moment, there was only a soft 'Keng' sound, and several miserable hums came from outside the window.

And the cloud-turning car finally landed, and the whole body shook violently. Zong Shou let go of his hand at the moment the car body fell. The whole person soared in mid-air until the body's anti-shock force subsided, and then fell lightly. Then it was swift and fast, deliberately avoiding the windows on both sides. Then he picked up a tea table in front of him and stopped him.

A series of movements only takes less than one breath. Almost at the same time, two flying shuttles and three talismans rushed in from the right side of the car window one after another. It exploded in mid-air, countless needles and icy rain all over the carriage.

A full half of them were nailed to the coffee table in front of Zong Shou, making a series of "ding ding snatching" sounds.

After the icy rain, several clouds of black mist exploded on both sides of the cloud tumbler. It was night at this time, the rain was pouring, and I couldn't see my fingers. When the black mist filled the air, it became even more impossible to see within a hundred meters around the cloud-turning vehicle.

Zong Shou's eyebrows suddenly slanted, killing Lianlian, these people really want his life!

Biting his fingertips fiercely, using blood as ink, he drew two extremely simple runes on the sides of his eyes and ears. One is 'hearing' and the other is 'eyesight'.

Immediately, several cool air currents poured in from the sky and the earth, within fifty feet, almost all the sounds were heard by Zong Shou. The field of vision is also suddenly bright, although it is still unable to reach far, but it can clearly see the surrounding area of ​​ten feet.

I saw two black figures, under the cover of fog, quietly entering through the car window.

But before the two of them could see the surrounding situation clearly. Two beams of white light shot out from Zong Shou's sleeves, piercing into the throats of these two people.

Two silvery-white willow-leaf flying knives directly tore the vocal cords and trachea. These two black figures only had time to let out a 'ho', almost inaudible hissing, and then they were unable to make a sound.

Seeing Zong Shou come over, grab their limp bodies, and then gently put them down until they are firmly on the sides of the carriage. During the whole process, there was not even the slightest sound!

The pupils of the two shrank slightly, and this person's movements were even more sophisticated than theirs!

It seems that his age is only about thirteen years old. It is really rumored that he is the son of Qian Tianshan who has no strength to fight?

But before he had time to tell them apart, Zong Shou's fingers pressed heavily on the foreheads of the two of them again. After a burst of dizziness, all consciousness of the two of them disappeared immediately.

Zong Shou's movements did not stop for a moment. After picking up the swords in the hands of the two, they also left the cloud-turning cart. The movement is quick, like a fox spirit leaping, but it is also silent.

Outside the car at this moment, countless raindrops the size of soybeans are falling densely and rapidly. The crackling sound made his eardrums hurt, and also almost completely covered the voices of Yin Yang and Chuxue. There is also a strong wind, as cold as a knife. But it just couldn't dispel the thick black mist.

Just as he was leaving the carriage, Zong Shou drew two more runes on his body, still written in blood, one was 'follow the wind' and the other was 'shelter from the rain'.

When his figure walked into the heavy rain, his whole body seemed to be an ethereal mass of air, hidden in the wind. The raindrops fell, and very naturally, they slid to the sides.

Looking carefully in front of him, he saw a man wearing a scarf covering his face, tens of feet away, with a vigilant expression, looking suspiciously at the direction of the cloud-turning car. He seemed to be wondering why his two companions had no news so far. The green light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be also blessed by Taoism, and he could see things in this black mist.

Zong Shou smiled silently, running like lightning. Just before the man had time to react, he had passed through a space of ten feet. The sword light flashed for a while, facing the sword light that was being intercepted in a panic, it shuttled in, and directly pierced into the man's skull!

With a twist of the sword tip, Zong Shou directly passed the man and continued to run eastward without looking carefully at the result of his battle.

At the moment when the Dao method was activated, or other people could not find out, he could vaguely recognize that the spiritual master who made the shot was probably in this direction.

This is not just the experience he has accumulated after thousands of dangerous fights in the virtual illusion. It is also the self-confidence of a celestial Wuzong in reality!

"These two swords, one is Fengqian, the other is Taying, both are rune soldiers! They are even better than my Songwen Fengjian. Where do these people come from?"

In just a few breaths of running, Zong Shou has basically mastered the quality, weight and ability of the two swords in his hands. It's just that this information made Zong Shou's doubts a little bit more intense.

The Songwen Wind Sword cost him a whole third-order beast crystal, which was equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver before the spiritual tide started. And the value of the Feng Qian Sword and the Stepping Sword is even higher than that of the Song Wen Feng Sword. Even if the price is doubled on the basis of the Songwen Fengjian, two Tier 3 beast crystals may not be able to be bought.

Whose hand is this, so generous? A Tier 3 monster is equivalent to the strength of a secret martial artist. It is rare in itself, and it is even more difficult to fight it.

Such a sword, forged by a mid-level spiritual forger, even some secret martial artists would regard it as a treasure, but now it is in the hands of these mid-level martial artists, it is really suspicious.

In mid-air, there was another tremor suddenly. Hearing Yin Yang's voice, he yelled out the word "kill". A group of white flames immediately rose into the air, entwined around a group of bright knife lights.

When the fire knife flashed, a charred figure immediately fell from midair.

"How do you feel that Uncle Yin's aura is a bit wrong, it seems to be restricted by some restriction? Last time I felt it when I first created the soul sea, this time he was fighting with people, it was even more obvious—"

Secretly surprised, Zong Shou remained unmoved, and did not turn his head to distinguish. Extremely calm, he activated the talismans on the two swords.

If he was hiding in the wind before, there is still some distance between him and the wind. Then at this moment, when the 'wind potential' amulet on the sword body was activated, Zong Shou's whole body was completely integrated into the violent wind.

And when Stepping Shadow activated, a black shadow appeared around Zong Shou's body, covering his figure. The sound of footsteps was completely eliminated.

With the help of this wind, Zong Shou's running speed is even more like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he had left the area shrouded in black mist. However, with the help of these runes, it is still like an invisible black shadow, moving in the dense forest. In just ten breaths, he has reached 1,700 steps.

Then, a figure appeared in the field of vision. About thirty or so, wearing a white robe, even in this dense forest full of mud and heavy rain, it is also spotless.

An extremely simple altar is arranged around the body, two white waxes are lit in front, and three burning incense sticks are inserted in the middle. The ground was drenched with animal blood, forming a yin and yang pattern.

The middle-aged man in the white robe was holding a mahogany sword in his hand, standing in the center of the picture, with his left and right yin and yang eyes on his feet, and four yellow Taoist talismans floating in front of him, chanting words with righteous thoughts in his mouth.

At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked over, and sneered: "You actually found him here. It turns out that there are not incompetent people around that prince! Since you are here, you will die!"

With just a slight flick of the hand, the four Dao Talismans have been typed out one after another. Gathering in this dense forest, countless water and ice spiritual energy came through the air.

Zong Shou's expression was indifferent, but his figure was advancing instead of retreating. The speed under his feet suddenly increased by a full 30%! Facing the approach of the four ice talismans, he rushed forward quickly.