Fighter of the Destiny

Tianhai Zhanyi found himself flying.

Then he found that he had regained control of his body and subconsciously began to wave his arms, like a dancing puppet, which was a bit ridiculous. But this still cannot change his trajectory. Looking at Nanke's little face, which was getting closer and clearer, he looked desperate and closed his eyes.

He fell into Nanke's hands, but did not die.

Nan Ke grabbed his front and lifted him up into the night sky.

Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body shook uncontrollably, and he let out a whine.

Nanke tilted his head and looked at him, with a somewhat confused look in his dull eyes, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

Tianhai Zhanyi didn't even understand what was happening, and was extremely frightened and confused.

Nanke looked past him to the opposite side.

Whether it was the Songshan Military Mansion, the Peerless Sect, or the soldiers and masters of the Tianhai family, they were all at a loss at this time, not knowing what was going on.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei were no longer on the mountain road.

In the snowy ridge at night, there were two distant sounds of breaking wind, and occasionally the sound of broken pine trees could be heard.

There was a figure rushing towards the snow valley below the cliff, and another figure galloping towards the snow peaks high up.

In just a moment, the two figures were hundreds of feet away.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei left.

They left with such determination that they didn't care about the lives of their subordinates and cronies who remained on the scene.

It was obvious that this was their plan and arrangement all along, and there was a tacit understanding between them.

At the beginning, Zhu Ye's questions to the middle-aged scholar and the conversation between the two were all a cover-up.

They threw Tianhai Zhanyi at Nanke just to buy a little more time.

They escaped in two different directions, just to gain more possibilities.

Everything is for escape.

Zhu Ye never thought of staying and fighting Nan Ke, not because he was afraid of Nan Ke's strength, but because he couldn't see through the other person.

That middle-aged scholar.

According to rumors, the elder Zhuyin Witch who had been following Nan Ke was indeed very good at controlling enemies with the sound of the piano, but he was very sure that that person had died in Zhou Garden a long time ago.

Who is the middle-aged scholar who plays the piano?

Zhu Ye thought of a possibility, but the conjecture was too shocking, so he couldn't believe it himself.

When crossbows rained down on the other side of the mountain road, he didn't pay attention to Nan Ke's response at all, but stared at the middle-aged scholar - the middle-aged scholar just looked down at the guqin in his arms. Without moving, it was the qin. The string didn't move, let alone avoid it, but those divine crossbow arrows attached to the holy light floated away naturally as if they were afraid.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ye felt more and more that his guess might be true.

Even if there was only one chance in a thousand, the middle-aged scholar was really the one he thought of. If he didn't leave, he would definitely die here tonight.

So he decided to run away without hesitation, even if it seemed so shameless and pitiful.

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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei disappeared into the snowy ridge under the night, like two bereaved dogs.

The masters of Songshan Military Mansion and Peerless Sect looked at a loss, not knowing what was going on, let alone what to do next.

The people of the Tianhai family were even more nervous when they saw their young master falling into the hands of the demon princess.

Tianhai Zhanyi looked into Nanke's eyes with extreme fear. The shadow of death gave him unimaginable courage. He shouted with a cry and smashed Nanke's forehead with both hands.

He looked very panicked, and his punches seemed to be in no order, but no one knew that these two punches were the secret skill of the Tianhai family - holding the bird's tail!

Two bright lights tore through the dark night, and Tianhai Zhanyi's fists hit Nanke like lightning, hitting accurately without any deviation.

Two extremely clear dull crashing sounds resounded on the mountain road.

Nanke didn't avoid his punch, or even made any move to avoid it, and still looked at him expressionlessly.

The night breeze blew gently, and a bunch of black hair floated from her temples. It was not broken, and she was naturally not injured.

No one would avoid the waving forelimbs of a mantis on the road, and she would not pay attention to Tianhai Zhanyi's attack.

Although the Tianhai family's special skills are very strong, his fists have no strength.

The insurmountable gap between realms will make all moves meaningless.

Tianhai Zhanyi was extremely desperate and wanted to say a few words to beg the other party to spare his life, but no words came out.

Nan Ke let go and put him down, walked to the edge of the mountain road and looked at the snowy ridge under the night. There were no wings behind him.

She looked at the two figures leaving at high speed between the peaks and at the bottom of the cliff, and thought silently, these two people should be considered important figures in the human race, but they can be so shameless. No wonder the gods have ruled the northern part of the continent for more than a thousand years, but they have never been able to defeat the humans. , thinking about it this way, in the future this kind of situation must be killed as soon as possible.

Tianhai Zhanyi looked at her back, a little confused, wondering what was going on.

Then, he suddenly felt something sweet in his throat, and then felt a bit cold in his heart.

He looked down and saw that one feather was inserted into his throat, while the other feather was inserted deeply into his chest.

The feathers were green, and looked particularly enchanting under the ink-like darkness of the night. They were held in the hands of the two demon beauties.

With two soft sounds, the green feathers disappeared, and the two demonic beauties turned into countless light spots and dissipated. Then they reunited beside the mountain road and turned into wings that swayed gently.

Tianhai Zhanyi knelt down on the ground, covering his throat and chest, watching the poison-stained green blood continuously overflowing from his fingers, and gradually lost his breath.

Nanke didn't even look at him, and still looked at the two figures in the mountains.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei's escape directions were completely opposite. Even if she had the most incredible speed in the world, she could only catch up with one of them at the fastest within this snowy ridge, and with her level of strength, she could only catch up with one person. I dare not claim victory, after all, those two are the real strong men of the human race, not Tianhai Zhanyi.

Naturally, she looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked for instructions on what to do.

The middle-aged scholar ignored her, lowered his head, and looked at the strings of the piano that were moving slightly in the absence of wind, very attentively.

Nanke understood.

Her wings flapped wildly, the wind and snow danced rapidly, and she turned into a stream of green light and disappeared into the night.

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It is said that going down the mountain is harder than going up the mountain, but when speed is really needed, everyone knows that going up the mountain is definitely not as fast as running down the cliff. But Zhu Ye still chose to go up the snow peak, not to let Ning Shiwei, but because he knew that tonight's escape did not entirely depend on speed. The faster, the safer it was not necessarily, but the more dangerous it might be.

If he wanted to chase down two groups of escapees, he would definitely chase the fastest one first.

Sure enough, in the following period, he did not hear the sound of breaking wind behind him, nor did he see the green stream of light.

He was very lucky, but he didn't dare to relax. With his true energy and quick luck, he fully utilized the peerless sect's method of lightening his body. In a short time, he had swept away more than ten miles and reached the upper edge of the snow peak. As long as he went forward, After running for several hundred feet, they could cross the mountain gap and see the lights of Gaoyang Town, which alerted the garrison there.

His breathing had become very rapid, and he could hear the heaviness hidden in it.

The slightly illuminated night sky above the mountain gap appeared in his eyes, giving him new strength as his true energy was almost exhausted, and his footwork accelerated again.

At this time, an extremely slight voice sounded behind him.

It's like a thin piece of ice falling on another piece of ice, like the night wind cutting an ice line, like someone pulling the strings of a piano.

This is an illusion.

This must be an illusion.

Zhu Ye said to himself.

He did not turn around, but still ran forward, his breathing getting faster and heavier, gradually taking on the flavor of despair.