Chapter 263 The Girl in White Clothed Fishing

The battle has already begun, and Nanshan can't stay here longer because of Tonglu.

But in fact, the battle ended shortly after it started.

The war between practitioners is always so cold, cruel and fast.

Life and death will give the answer in a very short time. Compared with it, the battle between mortals is really like playing house wine.

Hundreds of sword lights and magic weapon lights shuttled in the night sky, and then sword lights kept falling like rain, and an unknown number of people died.

Looking at the picture in the night sky, Nanzheng suddenly felt that killing people in the old forest was like pretending to be a housewife.

Although her realm is much higher than some practitioners participating in the battle today.

This is how Yuntai collapsed.

She turned around and walked down the cloud, stumbling all the way, falling from the cliff many times, even if she wasn't injured, she still felt some pain.

She knew that the world in the fog was equally dangerous, but she would rather face those dangers than stay on the clouds and look at those pictures.

The world under the clouds was quiet, and the sound of fighting gradually faded away, but she had a look of extreme vigilance in her eyes, and she took down the blue stone kite from behind.

The slender fingers landed on the zither, moved it silently, and made a very bright sound. The invisible zither sound spread out to the surroundings, cutting through the dense fog.

Clap clap.

Several muffled sounds sounded one after another.

The guard cavalry ambushing in the night knew that they were spotted by the target, and charged immediately, their heavy iron hooves trampled on the ground, and the vibration was extremely clear.

Nanzheng held the kite with one hand and swept back quickly, but failed to avoid the several cavalry rushing from the side.

Accompanied by the dull impact, she retreated to the foot of a cliff, her face pale.

The talisman paper cut by the Zheng sound was burning, emitting a faint light, illuminating the surroundings.

At least dozens of guard cavalry appeared in her field of vision, dense black shadows, like a stone forest.

Nanzheng looked at the cavalry leader at the front without fear.

The cavalry leader's face was hidden in the helmet, and only his eyes could be seen. His eyes were clean and young, but extremely cold.

Nanzheng looked down and saw the cavalry leader carrying a flying sword.

The flying sword was tied extremely tightly, exuding a faint sense of coldness, obviously unusual.

The cavalry leader took out the magic weapon, looked at the portrait that appeared in the clear light, and looked at Nanzheng's face illuminated by the clear light, and said, "You are the assassin of the old forest, and I will only give you three breaths to surrender."

This cavalry commander is Gu Pan who leads his subordinates to find things during the day.

On the way back to the camp, he didn't want to cause other troubles, but since he met the assassin of Bulao Lin, he couldn't just leave like this.

Of course Nanzheng will not surrender, and she is not going to wait for the other party to finish counting the three breaths, and stretch her right hand to the Four Desolation Bottle at her waist.

She has not learned the secret scrolls of the Gorefiend Sect, so she cannot use the full power of the Four Desolation Bottles like Yu Buhuan, but it should be no problem to block these cavalry.

Just when her fingers were about to touch the Four Desolation Bottles, suddenly a gust of wind blew up in front of the cliff.

It was clearly a foggy night in late spring, but the wind was extremely bitter.

There is no temperature and no moisture in the wind.

Someone came to her side with the wind, reached out to take off the green stone kite behind her naturally, and walked in front of the cavalry.

Nanzheng was shocked, this person's aura was not very strong, so why couldn't she even have a thought of resistance when she took away the Bishi Zheng?

It was a girl in white clothes, her face was covered with a white gauze, and the white gauze danced gently in the wind, revealing a seemingly ordinary face.

Gu Pan said in a deep voice, "Report your name."

This white-clothed girl's aura is extremely clean, and she is obviously practicing the orthodox kung fu of Taoism, so she should be a person in the right way.

But because of her actions, Gu Pan and the guard cavalry were still vigilant.

The girl in white said: "You don't need to know who I am, but you should know my purpose."

Gu Pan's face was covered by armor, and his exposed eyes were solemn.

Could it be that the opponent's goal is the sword on his back?

This time it was a top-secret operation, how did she know about it?

The girl in white knew that it was impossible for these guard cavalry to exchange swords, so she didn't say anything. She put her right hand on the surface of the zither, and lightly hooked her index finger.

hum.

The kite sounded.

Nanzheng could see clearly from behind, this girl probably had never used a zither before, she used the technique of playing the piano, and even this technique seemed a bit jerky, even clumsy, like a beginner. But the sound of the zither...is really too clear, even the sound of the young phoenix is ​​nothing more than that.

And why does a zither sound have such a strong killing spirit?

Those guard cavalry were ordinary people, and they couldn't hear the horror of the kite sound at all.

The mounts under them felt very clearly, and seemed extremely restless. They turned their horses' heads and fled away into the distance, regardless of their master's control.

But it was too late, the zither sound full of killing intentions spread around, easily touching the talisman papers on the cavalry and mounts, and then chopped them into pieces.

Those talisman papers had just been ignited, and before they had time to emit the last light, they turned into scattered fire spots, just like fireflies.

Before the fireflies really disappeared, more than a hundred cavalrymen fell from their mounts one after another, and those mounts also fell down, making dense and heavy muffled noises.

Without the help of Yimao Zhai's talisman, the cavalry and horses could not bear such heavy armor at all. They fell to the ground and struggled, but could not stand up.

The girl in white walked forward, reached out to take the flying sword from behind Gu Pan, felt the cool breath coming from the sword, and nodded with satisfaction.

I don't know what method she used, but the sword disappeared in her palm.

She turned around and walked towards Nanzheng.

Gu Pan was born as a disciple of Zhongzhou Outer Sect. Although his realm was ordinary, he was a practitioner after all. He forcibly pushed away the mount that was pressing on his legs, and took off the heavy armor on his body with difficulty, revealing his sweaty face and anxious eyes.

He looked at the girl's back and shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

The girl in white ignored him, walked up to Nanzheng and asked, "Are you from the barbarian tribe?"

Nanzheng nodded nervously, the opponent's aura was not strong, but her intuition in her spiritual sense told her that if she made a move, she would definitely regret it.

The girl in white asked, "Name."

She said, "Nanzheng."

The girl in white asked, "What's your relationship with Nan Wang?"

Judging from her aura, the girl was obviously a practitioner of the orthodox sect, and she might have met Nan Wang.

Nanzheng thought that if she told the truth, she might cause problems.

Just when she was about to tell a lie, she thought of the pictures on the cloud and suddenly felt bored. She gritted her teeth and said, "She is my clan and my enemy."

After saying this, a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and she was ready to fight.

Knowing that she was not an opponent, she couldn't just die like this.

Unexpectedly, the girl in white glanced at her and said, "I hate that woman too, so I won't kill you."