The Empress's First Running Dog

Chapter 46: Breaking All Laws with One Sword

The black-robed sorcerer had an extremely ugly expression on his face. The moment the golden tablet appeared, he realized how bad his situation was.

The priest Zhudian is a direct disciple of the "Old Heavenly Master" and most of them possess combat power beyond their realm.

But... why?
According to common sense, with Jin Jian's status, he does not need to obey the orders of the imperial court.

Besides, it was just a case of a "firearms maker". Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

Could it be that the empress dotes on this pretty boy and that’s why she ordered the priest Zhudian to protect him?

This is the most reasonable explanation.

"By the way," Zhao Duan added with a smile, "You just taught me the lesson of never underestimating your opponent."

The boomerang had just been unsheathed and was still warm when it stabbed the warlock in the heart.

I'm heartbroken, old friend...

Without hesitation, the black-clad sorcerer's robe suddenly swelled up and expanded like a ball.

He took a deep breath, his cheeks puffed up under the veil, his body almost floated off the ground, he hugged his arms, his body collapsed rapidly, and his lips made a blast like an air cannon.

"boom!"

The vortex in his arms exploded, turning into hundreds of "wind blades", each as big as a palm, covering the entire street.

It was like thousands of arrows shooting towards the two of them.

"Chucky!"

The wind blades swept through, and the lanterns under the eaves of the closed shops on both sides fluttered to one side, and countless scratches were cut on the blue brick floor.

"Be careful--"

Zhao Duan frowned and retreated behind Jin Jian.

The young priestess, who had an ethereal and mysterious temperament and looked like a witch in the dark night, ignored his actions and waved her pale slender hand just before the other party cast a spell.

A strangely shaped staff was suspended in front of him.

The staff is dark brown in color, with twisted vines wrapped around the shaft, and a raised top with a single light golden eye.

Just when he was "half-drowsy", as soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes widened, and he turned his head and tried to escape with his staff as if in response.

"...Don't leave."

Jin Jian had a blank expression on her face. She grasped the staff in her jade hand and threw it hard to the ground.

"Dah!"

In an instant, the light of the stars and the moon in the sky, like a bursting dam, madly gathered towards the staff.

"Wow..."

Zhao Du'an was standing behind, and was shocked to see the moonlight condense into substance, forming the shape of ocean waves under the girl's feet.

Then, the "waves" surged like a tide, colliding with the opponent's wind blades. Silently, all the sharp green blades disappeared.

And the illusory waves are still running wildly.

In an instant, the entire street was flooded. The black-clad sorcerer turned around and fled at some point, but when the moonlight enveloped the small block.

He felt as if his whole body was like a drop in the ocean, terribly slow, and every step required enormous effort.

"People who major in [Wind Lord] are very fast and good at escaping," Jin Jian suddenly spoke softly, as if explaining to Zhao Duan:

"But the speed of light is faster."

You seem to be showing off... Zhao Duan silently complained, and then realized:

The opponent could have gotten rid of him before, but perhaps he deliberately slowed down in order to kill him.

When the black-robed sorcerer realized that he couldn't escape, his heart sank and a look of madness appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly turned around and pushed towards the two of them with his skinny hand.

"Om-"

Zhao Duan suddenly felt something was wrong. He saw that in the area about ten feet around him, air was rushing in all directions.

A feeling of suffocation came over him and his blood rushed. He turned his head and saw that the air seemed to have formed a "ball" that enveloped the two of them.

"What is this?" he asked.

Jin Jian glanced at him and moved his lips as if he said something, but he couldn't hear it.

Zhao Duan suddenly understood.

It's a vacuum!
At this moment, the black-clad sorcerer extracted the air around them, forming a spherical vacuum area, so that sound could not be transmitted.

No... Why do the magic in this world feel both outrageous and scientific?
Zhao Duan's face changed slightly and he tried to escape to avoid being suffocated.

But Jin Jian's face suddenly glowed, and her slightly curly black hair suddenly fell to her waist.

The hair moves without wind, and each strand seems to have starlight flowing.

"boom!"

Thousands of black hairs broke through the air wall and shattered the vacuum, and Zhao Duan regained his freedom to breathe.

The next second, the girl rushed forward, swung her staff and smashed it towards the warlock.

However, the expected physical headshot did not occur.

The black-robed sorcerer quickly pulled out a strange doll from his arms, the size of a palm, and threw it forward, chanting a spell.

In an instant, a "giant" about ten feet tall, covered with iron sheets, sturdy and fat, like an iron pagoda, descended.

"Iron Warrior!"

Jin Jian suddenly retreated and gave up the attack - the warlock hated being approached by a warrior the most.

"What strong man?" Zhao Duan shouted from a distance.

"A kind of talisman that can be made by the [Craftsman God] sorcerer."

Jin Jian spoke briefly and to the point, with a curious look in his eyes, as if he had never seen the real thing.

What is a “talisman”... Zhao Duan suppressed his curiosity and looked up.

It was discovered that the Iron Man's joints do have a mechanical connection structure, and it can move freely.

His entire body is covered in metal with hidden array patterns on the surface, and at the front of his left arm is a double-edged hand axe.

At the front of the right arm was a fan-like metal wheel. Where the head was, there were no eyes, only a yellow talisman paper with red cinnabar on it.

"Chichi-"

At this moment, the strong man stepped forward, his heavy body stomped on the ground, making a "dong dong" sound, and the metal wheel spun at high speed, slashing towards the girl.

Jin Jian waved his staff to resist, and the golden eye was so scared that it closed tightly and trembled.

"clang!"

"clang!"

The weapons of both sides collided, and the scene suddenly changed from fighting to combat.

However, Zhao Duan saw that, in fact, the two sides did not really come into contact. Every time the girl swung her staff, ripples of light spread out at the end.

The flying hair on the golden stick looked like thousands of silk ribbons, and every time it scratched the iron sheet, it would pull out a string of sparks.

And unlike the sorcerer who was controlling the "talisman" with a solemn and labored look, the girl seemed to be at ease, as if she was more trying to understand the details of this thing through fighting.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of rounds, and the surface of the iron sheet fell off in patches, revealing the complex machinery inside.

Suddenly, the eyes of the black-robed sorcerer who seemed to be struggling to hold on suddenly became sharp on his mask, and a new round of wind blades emerged from his sleeves, attracting Jin Jian's attention.

The Iron Warrior suddenly raised his left arm, and the huge double-edged axe shot out, with an iron chain connected at the end.

"Crash..."

As the iron chain shook, the axe made a "bang" and embedded itself into the distant stone wall.

The iron chain suddenly tightened, pulling the huge strong man up, bypassing the golden tablet, and smashing down towards Zhao Duan who was watching the show leisurely in the back like Mount Tai!

"Chichi-"

As it descended, the metal wheel still shone with a cold glow!
"kindness?!"

The female priestess suddenly became alert, raised her hand and pressed it lightly to eliminate the wind blade. As she twisted her waist, she saw that Zhao Duan was in danger and her face changed slightly.

Fell into a trap...

She didn't expect that the sorcerer, who had already escaped death, would still attack Zhao Duan.

The black-robed warlock raised his mouth, with madness in his eyes and air currents swirling under his feet.

Since the purpose of Priest Zhu Dian is to protect this pretty boy, as long as he is seriously injured, he will be given priority in treatment.

He can take the opportunity to escape.

Oh, he is indeed inferior to Jin Jian in terms of combat power, but he wins in terms of rich tactics.

So what if he was a disciple of the old master? After all, he was too young and lacked experience.

As for Zhao Duan... he didn't take this rumored useless person seriously at all.

Although Jin Jian was surprised, she was not panicked. With her trump card, she was able to seize the slightest opportunity and ensure Zhao Du's safety.

The black-robed sorcerer was rich in experience but lacked vision, and he had no idea how wealthy the Heavenly Master's disciples were.

But just as she was about to make a move, she suddenly stopped, with surprise in her eyes.

Under the moonlight.

Zhao Duan's aura suddenly changed.

He tilted his head slightly, suddenly raised his left hand, and grabbed the metal wheel!

The moment he made the move, a ray of light appeared and covered his palm.

"clang!!"

Amid the sound of metal clashing, dazzling sparks flew, and the rotating wheel consisting of three sharp blades was forcibly stopped by him with a single hand.

At the same time, Zhao Duan's right hand, which had been pressing on the hilt of the knife at his waist from the beginning, suddenly drew out the knife.

"Qiang!"

The energy in the body, which was like a giant dragon, poured into the blade in a violent manner, and the blade instantly became red hot, like a branding iron.

A ray of red sword energy burst out from the darkness.

Invasion is like fire!

The Iron Hercules paused briefly in mid-air, and then his huge metal body split into two parts at the joint of his waist, and fell to the ground with a loud bang. The broken end was as smooth as a mirror.

"Crack!"

The knife in Zhao Duan's hand could not bear the weight and shattered into countless pieces, leaving only the handle.

There was silence.

Zhao Duan exhaled and a smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the black-robed sorcerer who was standing stiff in the distance and said teasingly:

"It's fancy, but it's just a piece of cake."

One knife...

How can it be?

This isn't the kind of power that a mortal warrior could unleash... The black-clad sorcerer couldn't believe it, and his outlook on life nearly collapsed.

Then, he seemed to think of something and exclaimed:

"The inheritance of the God of War! The false emperor actually taught you the royal secrets!"

Didn't the Zhang brothers tell you? The news is too late... Zhao Duan complained.

Jin Jian, who was about to make a big move, suddenly had his eyes light up. He looked at him in surprise, then turned to the black-robed sorcerer. Faintly, there seemed to be a shadow of a waning moon flashing behind her.

"Pfft!"

The sorcerer was distracted and didn't notice it. His eyes went dark and he fell straight to the ground.

Jin Jian performed another magic trick and grabbed a yellow gourd with a colorful mask painted on its surface from the air with his little hand.

The mask suddenly came alive, opened its big mouth, and swallowed. The soul suddenly left the body of the black-clothed sorcerer and was sucked into the yellow gourd in horror.

Thanks to Li Shipu for the support!

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