MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 512 Saliva

  Chapter 512 Saliva

  The dirty blood with a shallow layer of dust floating on the surface slowly flowed along the road surface, forming a pool of blood in front of it.

  Li Ang pulled out the glowing crossbow from his arms without hesitation, and pulled the trigger towards Yuansou.

  The light spots made of aura quickly condense to form a light ball, which shoots out along the arrow groove.

   Yuansou still stood where he was, the reflection of the ball of light gradually enlarged in his eyes.

   Hum!

  The shadow of the sword that was too fast to see clearly flashed by,

  The long sword in Yuansou's hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and bright spots like fireworks bloomed in front of him.

  He wandered through the slowly dissipating rain of light, unscathed.

   Li Ang's pupils shrank, and with his vision enhanced by Mosi, he could barely see what happened just now—the ape old man took a sword flower and spun several times around the light ball shot by the glowing crossbow.

  The silky sword intent released from the tip of the sword pierced through the ball of light, canceling out all the aura contained in it, making the explosion harmless.

  The purity of the sword intent and the control of power have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

   "Don't move!"

  The shouts of Turkic language came from far to near, and the Turkic monks stationed in Tongluo City galloped over and surrounded the intersection.

  Tongluo City is located in the hinterland of Turks, not too big or too small. Among the Turkic monks stationed here, there is only one Xunyun, and the rest are all in the rain listening environment.

  Seeing this, Li Ang pulled the trigger of the glowing crossbow three times in a row towards Yuansou,

  The right arm called out the talisman plate, facing the ground, and blasted out two talismans.

  Sand Talisman, Vortex Talisman.

  Suddenly there was a strong wind, blowing up dust,

  All the dust was sucked into it by the tornado, forming a sandstorm that covered him and He Siping.

"Walk!"

  Li Ang growled at He Siping, stomped on the ground, and fled in a direction away from Yuansou. He Siping also turned into a sword light to follow.

   Zhaoming's Yuansou and Guishou appeared in Tongluo City at the same time, which is obviously not an accident.

   It must be the traitor in Chang'an City, who leaked the information of this team to Zhaoming.

  Who will it be?

  The only ones who knew about this were those who were in the Xianju Hall back then.

  Emperor, crown prince, prime minister, sacrificial wine, commander of Zhen Fusi, plus He Siping and others.

  No one has the motive to betray the country of Yu,

   Could it be that someone in the Turkic caravan they were in was a traitor from Zhao Ming?

  Thoughts turned sharply in his mind, Li Ang jumped onto the roof, tried his best to mobilize his thoughts, and ran forward, jumping a distance of more than ten meters every time he pedaled.

  Wherever he went, the roof tiles of the houses were all broken, like a hurricane blowing by.

   "Where do you want to escape to?"

  A faint low voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

   Li Ang stopped abruptly, his boots crushed more than a dozen glazed tiles, exposing the wooden roof beams below.

  He Siping also withdrew from Jianguang, his face solemn.

  At the end of the roof, a burly figure blocked the way.

  Wearing the blood-stained butcher's apron, the ghost shovel slowly removed the remaining minced meat from the machete with rough and cracked nails.

   "He Siping, Li Ang."

  Ghost Spade said in a low voice: "One is the assistant official of Prince Yu, who has a bright future, and the future prime minister of a country.

  One is one of the youngest school patrols in the history of Yu State.

   I don't know how the flesh and blood of the two of you will taste. "

   The moment the word "Yang" was spoken, Ghost Shovel crossed a long distance and appeared in front of He Siping in an instant. The machete in his hand was raised high, and he slashed down heavily.

   There is no fancy sound and light, no swaying sword intent,

  Only pure and brutal power and speed.

  He Siping's pupils shrank suddenly, and the long sword in his hand kept up with the speed of the machete with difficulty and stubbornly, blocking the path of the blade.

   Then,

  Boom—

  He was chopped off with a knife, his back smashed through the walls of three houses, and he crashed into the ground of the second house behind him.

  Smoke filled the air,

   Out of the corner of Li Ang's eyes, he glanced at the direction in which He Siping disappeared. After getting along with him for the past few days, he also knew that Senior Brother He, whom Cheng Juxiu admired and admired, was a more powerful monk in the cloud patrol realm than Cheng Juxiu and Sui Yi.

   It is only one step away from the Candle Sky Realm.

   But this step is actually a natural moat.

  He pursed his lips tightly, pulled out a three-edged gun disguised as a cane from his waist, and stabbed Ghost Spade in the head.

   During the stabbing process, the three-edged gun shoots out section by section.

  I may only have this chance to make a phone call.

  Time seems to be slowed down a lot,

  Thoughts were churning in Li Ang's mind, countless filaments of ink were swimming through his body, covering the muscles under the skin,

  Through the palm, it flows into the triangular spear, like dipping, covering the surface of the spear with a jet black color.

  In the fast world that is hard to see with the naked eye, the tip of the triangular gun’s blade is reinforced layer by layer with moss silk.

  The countless silk threads attached to it can cut the target's flesh and cut it into pieces of flesh and blood.

  Boom!

  The tip of the gun blade failed to pierce Ghost Spade's head. The ghost **** raised his palm, and the gaping, jagged mouth in his palm bit the blade of the three-edged gun, making it difficult for him to advance further.

  Ghost Spade looked down at Li Ang, his eyes were deep and indifferent.

  He turned his palm slightly, and the big mouth in the palm clicked, bit off the blade of the three-edged gun, and flung it away.

  Afterwards, a palm was slapped on Li Ang's heart.

boom!

   Li Ang flew upside down, knocking down more houses, and his whole body was buried by the rubble and tiles of the collapsed buildings.

"how?"

  The smiling ape old man paced over, the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and he had obviously dealt with the Turkic monks stationed in Tongluo City.

   "It doesn't taste right."

  Ghost Spade said slowly, the sawtooth mouth in his palm was chewing a piece of minced meat torn from Li Ang's heart, "The breath of the spirit vein is very indifferent."

   "After all, he is a hypocritical genius with only six spiritual veins. It is normal for the spiritual veins to be indifferent."

  The ape old man curled his lips and said.

   Both he and Ghost Shovel have the habit of eating people. However, his cannibalism is mainly due to his own liking, and there is another reason for Ghost Shovel besides his own preference-the kung fu practiced by Ghost Shovel can steal other people's spiritual veins for his own use.

  Every time a so-called cultivation genius is eaten, Ghost Shovel will become stronger.

   "The business is important, keep Li Ang alive, and kill the rest."

  The old man casually glanced at the collapsed house on the left, with the long sword in his hand facing the direction where He Siping was lying down, and casually threw a sword aura.

  Chick—

  The sword energy easily smashed all the fallen stones like tearing up rags.

  Those Turkic people trapped in the houses were cut into pieces without even humming.

  Seeing that the sword energy is about to cover the place where He Siping is,

  clang!

  A long sword with a red silk tassel descended from the sky, pierced deeply into the soil, like an everlasting reef on the coastline, intercepting the sword energy released by the ape old man.

  The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, leaving straight and deep marks on the surface of the surrounding collapsed gravel.

  The figure floated down, pulled out the long sword in the soil, and glanced sharply at Zhaoming and Ming.

   Enshrined in the imperial palace, Shen Tuyu.

  (end of this chapter)