Bone Throne

Some people can't stay together. If they stay together, either nothing will happen or something will happen. Even the person concerned can't control it. There is no doubt that Shui Binyao and Sheng Yafeng are such people.

When Shui Binyao walked out of the teahouse, the hood was blown off by a sudden gust of wind, revealing his handsome face, and his blond hair was blowing away with the wind as if he had lost his restraint, shining brilliantly in the sun, which was extraordinarily dazzling.

A black shadow flashed in front of him, and a boy with a baby face stopped in front of Shui Binyao with a smile. His golden brown eyes were as clear as crystal, but there was no smile on his lips, which was so cold to the bone.

"You're here too." Shui Binyao's lips curved slightly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes." Sheng Yafeng squinted and smiled like a child, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

As soon as the voice fell, the air seemed to freeze, and the surroundings were silent.

When Shui Binyao and Sheng Yafeng faced each other, Nangong Yin also fell into the same situation, except that he was facing two people alone.

The purple-robed young man Chong Nangongyin was full of smiles, like reuniting old friends, but there was deep unkindness in his eyes, and a wisp of purple grudge swirled around his fingers like a living snake, as if he would strike at any time.

The man wearing the ghost mask looked at Nangong Yin fixedly, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and a long sword with rough workmanship as if it was forged by the most inexperienced blacksmith suddenly appeared. The overflowing appearance forms a huge contrast.

Nangong Yin's body tensed secretly, and he was ready to take out the broken sword. The two people in front of him were obviously hostile. If it was really a critical moment, he would not care about hiding his strength.

"I'll ask again." Zipao put his right hand behind his back and asked with a smile, "Are you really unwilling to hand over the parchment?"

"You ask a few more times, and the answer is still the same." Nangong Yin curled his fingers, and his mental power penetrated into Zhu Mingjie, "I can't hand it in, and you can't take it either."

People without demon blood would be useless even if they took the parchment, and would cause trouble to Nangong Yin. Even if Nangong Yin really wanted to hand over the parchment, it would definitely not be now.

"Tough-mouthed kid."

The masked man raised the long sword in front of him, his body blended into the space strangely, and in the next second he appeared behind Nangong Yin, with his right hand sticking out, the simple rusty sword was stabbing directly at Nangong Yin's forehead, There was no sound of wind, no energy fluctuations, only a sword, but Nangong Yin felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, like the sky collapsing and the stars falling.The space around her was constantly being squeezed, and Nangong Yin was so oppressed that she couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as the sword tore through the space and struck.

This is the unique "potential" of a sixth-level warrior!This person turned out to be a sixth-level martial artist!

Nangong Yin stared wide-eyed, all the bones in his body were crackling, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. If his body hadn't been greatly transformed by the two blood vessels in his body when he broke through, he would have been unable to resist, but Now it has reached the limit.

It's a long story, but it took only a few seconds from the time the man in black took out the sword to when the rusty sword came to Nangong Yin, Nangong Yin could even see where the rust was on the sword. There was an earth-shattering dragon chant, and the powerful sound wave spread rapidly around Nangong Yin. The dragon power contained in it not only broke through the space and "potential" oppressing Nangong Yin, but also blew away the seemingly low-key but arrogant weapon. The rusty sword, the violent impact and the powerful energy swept the four directions, and the purple-robed youth and the black-clothed man were thrown out violently under the impatience.

Hearing this deep dragon chant, Nangong Yin was taken aback for a moment, and then beamed with joy—Tuantuan woke up!

When Nangong Yin was attacked by enemies, Tuantuan who woke up in time was definitely a great help to him, although this help should not be publicized, otherwise Nangong Yin would become the enemy of all mankind.

The surprise was the surprise. Before the two of them were overwhelmed, Nangong Yin used the space gate to escape from the city gate far away. Of course, he did not leave Tuoya City. On the contrary, he chose to go deep into the tiger's den .

The most dangerous place is the safest place. Nangong Yin can think of this, and the two of them can think of it too, but they will not gamble with a half chance, but spread their hands to search, so that the power will be dispersed Many, Nangong Yin's chances are even greater.

This is the simplest survival wisdom, which is perfectly embodied in Nangong Yin.

The other end of the space door opened in the dirtiest and poorest slum in the city. Usually, no one would come here, and the people who lived here would work for the nobles in various factories in the slum during the day, so it could be said to be a very safe place to stay.

Nangong Yin walked out of the space door, looked around and saw that there was no one around, then took out an unused disguise mask from Zhu Mingjie and put it on.In fact, using a disguise mask to change the appearance is not a perfect method. If there are magicians here, they can recognize a person by the fluctuation of his spiritual power.Appearance and body shape can be changed, but mental strength is the source of the soul, which cannot be changed.

However, apart from this, Nangong Yin couldn't think of a better way for the time being. He could only pray that there would not be too many magicians hidden in the mercenary world, and not all of them happened to be in the camp that was his enemy.

Finding a cheap hotel for rent nearby, Nangong Yin closed the doors and windows, set up a few shielding formations, and called out the awakened Tuan Tuan from Zhu Mingjie.

As soon as Tuantuan appeared, he happily jumped into Nangong Yin's arms and rubbed hard for a long time, but Nangong Yin didn't stop him, enjoying the long-lost intimacy.When Tuantuan felt comfortable rubbing, he ran up to Nangong Yin's head to wrap himself up as before, nestling in the warm and fragrant hair of his master.

Waking up from a deep sleep, Tuantuan looked a little bigger than before. He used to be as thick as chopsticks, but his arms were long and short. Now he has become thicker than his arms, and his body is also six or seven meters long. His strength should have increased a lot, based on his preliminary judgment. It can be seen that a single dragon chant can force two masters back.But it doesn't know how to do it, it can still wrap itself in Nangong Yin's hair like before, and it can't be seen from the outside, if Nangong Yin can clearly feel something sticking to him The scalp, even if he looked at it himself, he would not think that there was something hidden in the hair, it was very strange.

It seems that although Tuantuan has grown up a bit, his personality has not changed at all. Nangong Yin really can't imagine how mighty and majestic this childish little dragon god will look when he enters maturity.

Lan Mo crawled out from Nangong Yin's lapel, shook his still dizzy head, and suddenly glared at Nangong Yin angrily: "Nangong, why did you faint me just now?"

That's right, when Nangong Yin was confronting those two, Lan Mo once wanted to jump out to fight side by side with him, but was knocked out by Nangong Yin's finger, and he didn't wake up until now.

"I don't want you to come out to disrupt the situation." Nangong Yin calmly ignored Lan Mo's fire-breathing eyes, and changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Lan Mo, do me a favor."

"What?" Lan Mo's attention shifted immediately.

The noisy street in the past is now eerily quiet. The culprit is naturally the two people fighting on the street without any scruples. Their speed is extremely fast. When the last action is still in people's retinas, the next action has already followed. Finally, the condensed and ferocious grudge made deep marks on the hard floor, and the colorful magic flashed so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes.However, apart from a few people who were as strong as them, almost no one dared to stay and watch the battle, because the attack power of each move they used was too strong, and if they were accidentally injured, the injuries would be minor.

The people who fought were Shui Binyao and Sheng Yafeng.Many people don't know that Shui Binyao, the white-clothed archbishop of the Church of Light, is not only a sixth-level magician, but also a sixth-level warrior. His accomplishments in martial arts are not inferior to those who specialize in martial arts.As for Sheng Yafeng, his identity has always been a mystery, and he knows almost nothing about him except that he was born in the Mirror Tower. Of course, no one knows how strong he is, but being able to compete with Shui Binyao on an equal footing, in itself It has already shown that his strength is not weak.

Above Shui Binyao's head, a huge golden light sphere condensed in mid-air, absorbing the sunlight continuously, and there was a tendency to continue to grow.

Sheng Yafeng was not to be outdone, strands of black light spilled out from his hands and gathered in front of him, forming a slowly rotating black hole. Like the light cluster above Shui Binyao's head, it was also growing.

The two of them showed their ability to press the bottom of the box, and they were determined to decide the winner, completely ignoring the possibility that the aftermath and shock caused by their such a powerful attack might destroy the city.

"Why are you targeting me?" A drop of cold sweat fell from Shui Binyao's forehead, but he still asked without changing his face.

"It seems that you really don't remember." Sheng Yafeng smiled with crooked brows and eyes, seemingly innocent and harmless, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "When you were just an ordinary clergyman of the Illuminati Church, you used to waste money for your beloved saint. Lost a child's talent, that child is me."

No one knows how much pain Sheng Yafeng has gone through to get to where he is today, but he knows that without Shui Binyao, he doesn't need to work so hard.

Shui Binyao's eyes widened a little, and a blurry picture emerged from the depths of his mind: "I see, but why did you wait so long?"

"Don't be sentimental. I just don't want to do anything in Platinum Academy. Ouyang Yi is kind to me, and I don't want him to make it difficult." Sheng Yafeng's tone was sarcasm, and there was a burst of joy in his heart.

Soon!Immediately, he can make this person who once looked down on him from above and almost ruined his life become his defeated opponent, even an undead.He wants to tell this person that you can hurt yourself for the one you love, but you are not qualified to ask others to do the same, even the humble little people like weeds have their own lives.

When the black hole collided with the light sphere, there was no expected loud noise, only an eerie silence.The darkness and the light are entangled with each other, devouring each other, and finally exploded in the air. The violent aftermath almost destroyed the buildings in the city of Toya with a height of more than five meters.Fortunately, when they started fighting, most people withdrew out of the city for fear of suffering unintended disasters, so not many people were injured or killed.

However, there are exceptions, such as Nangong Yin.

Before the hotel where he lived collapsed, Nangong Yin jumped out of the window and followed the source of energy fluctuations. After a few jumps, he arrived at the destination. At the first sight, he saw the disgraced man in the billowing dust and smoke. Shui Binyao and Sheng Yafeng.

...What does this mean?

Nangong Yin turned to look at Lan Mo, who was almost caught by a wall below, and the latter gave him an innocent look to indicate that he didn't know what was going on.

Sheng Yafeng coughed violently, and the saliva he coughed up was still bloodshot, as if he had been seriously injured.Shui Binyao was not much better than him, his right arm was broken and limply hanging by his side, and his spotless white robe became tattered like a rag, not to mention how embarrassing he was.

Nangong Yin thought of two words for a moment-both sides will suffer, evenly matched.

Wiping off the blood stains on his lips, Sheng Yafeng was about to say something, when he looked up and saw Nangong Yin behind Shui Binyao, his expression froze for a moment, everything he wanted to say was choked back by Nangong Yin's face.

"... Nangong, why are you here?"

"Good question." Nangong Yin glanced over, "I want to know too."

Obviously he had a good rest in the hotel, so he waited for Lan Mo to go out and check the news for him.In the end, these two guys are so good, they came up and destroyed half of the city without distinction. The most annoying thing is that they didn't even bother to give a reason, and now they come to ask him why he is standing here...

Sheng Yafeng's domineering aura towards Shui Binyao was pierced like a balloon by Nangong Yin's eye knife in an instant, and he went silent: "Actually, I can explain it."

"Thank you, but I think what you should do now is to explain to those who lost property and discuss compensation." Nangong Yin said coldly.

Shui Binyao was also taken aback when he saw Nangong Yin, and forced a smile to him: "Nangong."

"Teacher, it's been a long time." Nangong Yin's attitude towards Shui Binyao was a little gentler, but the slight difference could not be felt, "As for why I am here and why you are here, I will wait for you to put the things at hand. Let's talk about it after we're done."

After finishing speaking, Nangong Yin brought up Lan Mo, who was pretending not to exist, and turned to leave. Maybe his turning around was too chic, Sheng Yafeng didn't say "wait", and finally could only look at his figure with resentment. disappeared from his field of vision.

Nangong Yin found a barely intact house among the ruins and walked in, touched Zhu Mingjie with his palm, and the parchment scroll that many people dreamed of appeared in his hand.

Before, Nangong Yin always thought that so many people wanted this parchment scroll because of the secret method recorded on it, but the appearance of that sixth-level warrior made Nangong Yin understand that things seemed not as simple as he thought.

A secret method that is not popular among the demons, why should it be recorded in a demonic language that only high-level demons can understand?Why does a secret method that seems precious but actually worth that much attract coveted and pursued by many forces, even a rare sixth-level warrior who is rarely seen in a century?In fact, the focus has never been on the secret technique itself, but on this... sheepskin scroll.