Bone Throne

Nangong Yin had obtained the most valuable item in the sheepskin scroll, and the sheepskin scroll itself was dispensable.But how to send the parchment out is a headache for him.

"Nangong, what are you thinking?" Lan Mo jumped onto Nangong Yin's lap, rubbed his ear against his finger, and asked.

Nangong Yin patted Lan Mo's hair habitually, and said, "I'm thinking about how to send the parchment out. Although this seems simple, it's quite difficult to do. Maybe I have to accompany those who hunted and killed me." People who want to act in a play must act in a reasonable way.”

"Do you need my help?" Lan Mo asked seriously.

Nangong Yin looked down at him, hooked his lips and gave him a slight smile, and said when he was staring blankly: "You should concentrate on being your rabbit."

Lan Mo was sad and angry: "Nangong, you are making fun of me again!"

Nangong Yin smiled without saying a word, picked up Lan Mo and stuffed it into Zhu Mingjie, stood up and looked around, thinking that this is a good venue, and when the play is over, he will jump straight into the woods, with his skill, no one can stop him .

Well, the venue has been selected, all he has to do now is wait for another group of actors to come over.

Trembling, Foyla knelt at the feet of the man in the blue shirt, the sweat continuously slid down her forehead, and wet a small area in front of her.He wiped it tremblingly, and said with an apologetic smile, "Master, do you think that young man can discover the secrets in the parchment?"

"If he's smart enough, of course there's no problem." The man in the green shirt propped his chin and said, "Didn't it take me only two days to find out? It's a pity that I don't know the magic language, and I don't have the blood of the demon race. Open the seal of the parchment. As expected, the descendants of the Lord of Darkness are the only ones in the world who can unlock the seal, and the Lord of Light is really well-intentioned."

The voice of the man in the green shirt was too cold. Foyla felt chills after hearing it, and she didn't dare to answer, but she couldn't help but slander the Lord of Light for being biased. The ancient tomb of Light should belong to the God Race and the Church of Light, but he set the seal It must be that the high-level demons can't open it, so it's obvious that they are biased towards his lover!

But slander belongs to slander, what can be said and what can't be said, Vuila still has a bottom line in his heart, and he must never say such words, otherwise he will be slapped away by his angry master.

This kind of thing has lessons learned from the past.

"All in all, when the parchment is still in the hands of that boy, you have to keep an eye on him." The body of the man in the green shirt gradually disappeared in an indifferent voice, "Whether he is a descendant of the Lord of Darkness or not, I don't want him to appear again." The second elf king."

Foyla responded respectfully: "Yes."

Nangong Yin didn't have to wait too long, and the person who was waiting had already appeared.There were not many people here this time, only three, but each of them had the same strength as him, and the three of them practiced different branches of the same martial art, and their moves complemented each other. Naturally, a single attack was not worth mentioning, but the three of them joined forces. When it rises, its power has been increased by ten times abruptly, which is definitely a difficult opponent.

It seems that some good actors have come.

Nangong Yin lowered her long eyelashes, and the corners of her lips curled up in an imperceptible arc: "It's really haunting."

"Hand over the things, and we can give you a chance to escape." The man code-named "Butterfly Wing" smiled evilly, with a bronze disc resembling a turntable rotating at high speed on his finger, the sharp edge cutting the air Make a harsh sound.

Nangong Yin didn't answer, but took out the broken sword with increasingly restrained light from Zhu Mingjie, and expressed his position with actions.

"Let me try you, hehe." Another man codenamed "Bat Wing" stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his upper lip. As soon as a treacherous laugh came from his mouth, he was already in front of Nangong Yin.

Then fell a dark red scimitar, the blade was thick and blunt, and exuded a strong smell of blood. It was stained with the blood of many living beings. An afterimage remained in Nangong Yin's retina.

So fast!Nangong Yin turned back with his right foot and dodged to the side, and the broken sword took advantage of the situation to block the scimitar that turned suddenly.Bat Wing seemed to have expected that he would be able to block it, and gave a cold smile. Suddenly, the scimitar circled around his hand and hit Nangong Yin's arm hard with the back of the scimitar. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he drilled into Nangong Yin's body along the pores on his arm.A gleam of cold light flashed across Nangong Yin's eyes, his arms trembled slightly, and he shook off all the dou qi sticking to his skin like maggots attached to the bones, and the broken sword came out of his hand, making a big bend in the air as if it had spirituality, but It was intercepted before piercing through the back of the bat wing, and the weapons collided with a crisp sound of "clang".

"interesting."

"Spike Fang", who was watching the fight between the two, pulled out his epee behind him, with a fanatical fighting spirit on his face, the epee slashed down from top to bottom, and a fiery red crescent-shaped fighting spirit swept out, as if wanting to fight. Cut Nangong Yin down the middle into two sections.Butterfly threw out the bronze disc in his hand as if he couldn't wait to make a move. After the disc left his hand, it turned into a ball of blue flame. The scorching heat made the air twist, but Nangong Yin felt The icy chill.

Nangong Yin, who had been guarding against their sneak attack for a long time, was not in a hurry. He lowered his upper body to avoid the scimitar of the bat wing, kicked his feet hard on the ground and jumped up. The broken sword flew out and collided firmly with the bronze disc. Borrowing strength from the blade of the scimitar swung by the bat's wings, the silver fighting spirit gushed out from the palm of his hand, and he actually chose to face the wolf's teeth head-on.

The level difference between Nangong Yin and Langya is only one level, but after all, he does not specialize in martial arts, and he has a lot of fighting energy at the first level. Landing dangerously.

Butterfly caught the bronze disc that was knocked back by the broken sword, trampled behind Nangong Yin, and controlled the disc to hit with two fingers together.Nangong Yin's body bent into an extremely exaggerated arc, with one hand propped up on the floor, both feet kicked out in two directions, one side pressed against the scimitar of the bat wing, and the other side pushed open the disc of the butterfly wing.Then his body rolled several times in the air, just dodging the heavy sword cut by the wolf's teeth, and every time the heavy sword narrowly brushed against his clothes, it was heart-wrenching to watch.

With a beautiful back flip, Nangong Yin landed lightly on the epee pierced by the mace, with one foot raised slightly backwards, in a posture that could be used to leave at any time.

"The strength is good, kid." The two fingers with butterfly wings slid across his lips, "But, that's it."

Large pieces of red fallen leaves flew out from the hands of the butterfly wings, and it seemed to be raining in the middle of the empty woods.Nangong Yin was secretly vigilant, and suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly. He did not know when eight identical butterfly wings appeared beside him, with different postures, but the strange smiles on the corners of their mouths were exactly the same. In a blink of an eye, they actually came from completely different directions. rushed over.

Raising his hand to pinch the incoming fist, Nangong Yin turned around to avoid the sudden kick without thinking about fighting back, leaned forward and slid in a semicircle, and kicked the butterfly wing attacking from the right with his toe full of fighting spirit belly.With punches and heavy blows, Nangong Yin seemed to have fallen into a swamp, leaving him with very little space to play, and he had to guard against the sneak attack of the other two.

The eight butterfly wings missed a single blow, and retreated to a place five steps away from him. They crossed their hands in front of their chests, fingers together, and then bloomed one by one like flowers blooming. Behind them were eight green leaves connected by leaves. The band of light rose suddenly, like eight giant pythons roaring and pounced on Nangong Yin.

Is this the use of martial arts?Nangong Yin's heart was silent, he grasped the broken sword with his right hand, and suddenly jumped up and took the initiative to meet the eight giant pythons. His body was light, and he avoided one of them in the blink of an eye. Spread out.But because of this, his movements slowed down a beat, and he was tightly entangled by the other seven that came one after another, unable to escape for a while.

"It's now!"

Seizing the timing is a must for a killer. Batwing and Spike, who had been waiting for an opportunity, shot without hesitation.

Butterfly threw the scimitar vigorously, folded his palms together and then rotated 180 degrees. The scimitar in the air also changed its angle and stabbed at Nangong Yin.Seeing that the situation was not good, Nangong Yin tried his best to get a blow from the giant python on his back. He turned his body around and retreated to the right. Unexpectedly, he met the heavy sword of Wolf Fang, and the thick blade slashed hard on his shoulder. Blood splattered.

Nangong Yin fell to the ground in embarrassment, with a silvery blood spilling from the corner of his lips. He looked up coldly, and saw seven bands of light "looking" at him like a giant python with spirituality. Hooking the arc of the winning ticket, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You lost, silver-haired beauty." Die Chi slowly raised his right hand, emerald green fighting spirit condensed into a slender sword in his palm, exuding a cold air, "Hand over your things."

"I am no match for the three of you, but if I want to escape, you can't stop me."

Nangong Yin smiled coldly, this smile was like a red snow lotus blooming in the white snow, charming yet refined, even the three of them who were used to seeing beauties were stunned for a moment.It was at this moment that Nangong Yin jumped up from the ground and stepped on a dead leaf that had not yet fully fallen to borrow his strength. The next moment, he was already tens of meters away.

Bat Wing and Butterfly Wing reacted quickly, following up almost the moment Nangong Yin made a move, and blocked Nangong Yin in the blink of an eye.

"Beauty, you are not good."

Butterfly smiled lightly and waved his hand to make the belt of light fly out. This time, the target was Nangong Yin's heart. His attack was resolute and extremely ruthless, and he showed no mercy at all because of his disastrous face.Nangong Yin only had time to step back for a moment before his chest was pierced by the light belt. The severe pain made him spit out a mouthful of blood, but he smiled and threw something towards the next light belt stabbing at him.

"you!"

Unexpectedly, Nangong Yin would throw the parchment to his light belt, Die Wing quickly changed the angle at which the light was shot, and Bat Wing quickly stepped forward to catch the falling parchment.It was such a short time of effort that gave Nangong Yin a chance. He forcibly pulled out the light belt passing through his chest and threw it aside. After a few ups and downs, his figure disappeared from the sight of the three of them.

Langya was about to catch up, but Diechi stopped him, his indifferent eyes fell on the light belt that still had Nangong Yin's blood, and he raised his lips and smiled.

"What an interesting beauty, don't chase after poor people, let's go."

"Just let him go like this, aren't you afraid His Highness will blame you?" Bat Wing asked, his face exactly the same as Die Chi's rarely showed an expression of uneasiness, and he couldn't help feeling chills when he thought of their highness's terrifying methods.

"He is the one the First Prince is targeting. If you kill him, His Highness will not blame you, but you will definitely die in the hands of the First Prince." Before Die Chi could speak, Lang Ya put the epee on his shoulder , took the lead in saying what Die Chi wanted to say, "Okay, let's go, we are just one person, anyway, we have already got what His Highness wants."

Butterfly glanced at the direction where Nangong Yin left, and suddenly chuckled, and with the laughter, his body gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.

A few dead leaves fell slowly, just blocking the silvery white blood on the ground.

……

Nangong Yin came out of the woods and stopped after making sure that the three people were not chasing him. He sat on the ground a little tiredly, took out the wound medicine and bandages to bandage himself.

The sheepskin scroll was sent out safely. As for the fair competition that he told Sheng Yafeng, Nangong Yin said that you did not show up in time, so there is no part for you.However, the opponent this time was quite good, especially the butterfly wing who used martial arts so superbly. Among the people Nangong Yin had fought against last time, the swordsman was comparable to him.

However, I don't know if it's Nangong Yin's illusion. I always feel that he seems to be merciful several times. Either the angle is a little bit off, or the force is a little lighter, and he even blocked the attack of the other two people. He has respite.But this may also be Nangong Yin's illusion, he and Diechi are enemies, why did he take such a big risk to help him?

Things are getting more and more complicated. Could it be that this is what Hester meant by the danger?This road of trials really deserves to be opened up by the Lord of Darkness himself. After thousands of years of development, the situation has become more dangerous and complicated.

Shaking his head, Nangong Yin threw out the thoughts in his mind, lowered his head and dealt with the wound seriously, he didn't even care about Lan Mo running out of Zhu Mingjie without authorization, he just gave the latter a faint look, making the latter's body stiff .

"I just want to come out and see you, see if you need help." Lan Mo said innocently.

"Help? Use your three-petal mouth or short claws to bandage me?" Nangong Yin said without raising his head, "You are in a special state, and you are still in Zhu Mingjie. You always run out and mix things up .”

"Nangong, are you caring about me?" Lan Mo asked happily.

Nangong Yin wrapped the bandages, put away the remaining wound medicine and bandages on the ground, and said without hesitation: "No, I actually despise you."

Lan Mo: "..."