To the eternal you

"You call Lu!"

Songhe took advantage of the fact that Yanzang, who was shocked by his angry shout, did not move, and that the tengu who was in a defensive posture was not paying attention, he took out a few special Nagano original fan smoke pipes from his arms, and threw them on the ground.

"Bam—!"

The exploding black smoke instantly swept across the battlefield like mist, and Songhe even briefly transferred the enchanted elemental power in the blade to his legs, and the crackling lightning reactivated the cell activity.

He turned around at the fastest speed and ran towards the deserted sea triangle area. As long as he can seize the opportunity, he may not be able to escape!

And at the same time, he also took out the signal tube in his arms, which is actually just a small firework, and it is not at all elegant to release it during the day, but it is a means to inform the accomplices information as quickly as possible.

"Beep—!"

"Humph! It's a small trick!" When he made this step, the black smoke that had been filling the area of ​​Yanzang and Mitsuyo was suddenly blown away, and her face was a little cold as she flapped her four-winged crow feathers.

For this kind of thief who has no dignity and only bullies the weak and fears the hard, she, who already has a disgust, is even more disgusted.

She jumped up from Yanzang's sword body, and her wings drove her body to fly. She also saw Songhe who had already run a certain distance, her eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, and then she shot out again!

"Want to race with Tengu?"

As soon as the voice fell, Mitsuyo's figure was tens of meters away, only a few pitch-black feathers drifted away and slowly landed on Yanzang's head.

The smoke pipe in front of him that continuously spewed black smoke was blown up by the inertia, and the smoke seemed to be pushed away from the center, showing an oval vacuum area.

Iwazou covered his cheeks, and the aftermath of Mitsuyo's flight brought a lot of dust, turning him into a clay figurine, only the face covered by his hands was still a little clean, and he showed a helpless smile.

Ye Fu, who was hanging on the blade and turned into coke, kicked it away, a little blood gushed out along the opening, emitting bursts of white smoke.

Ignoring the group of unlucky people, he shook his arms, stared at the front where no one was there, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Ahh—I hope I won't be too late~ Otherwise, I will be reprimanded by the master again. It's not good to keep embarrassing in front of Your Highness."

The next moment, he moved his legs, and his vigorous body was accompanied by the ghost clan's secret breathing method. A large amount of oxygen entered the body, suppressing the fatigue of the body again, and galloping at the same speed.

One of the Ronin's principles: You can be defeated, but you must run fast enough!

The angle of view shifted back to Song He who was running in the front, and he tore off the remaining ghost mask. The pain of tearing his face made him grunt, but he didn't look at it.

The thunder element is directly attached, and a piece of talisman paper is sandwiched between the fragments, and it is thrown behind him by throwing a kunai.

Mitsuyo, galloping from the sky, faced a few streamers of light and went straight to the door. Her right hand in the armor directly waved away. It is wishful thinking to stop the tengu's pace with this little trick!

But Songhe sneered triumphantly: "フライ (fried)——!"

Because of the interweaving of thunder and light, the unstable elemental power triggered the spells stored in the talisman paper, and then the two energies detonated instantly, and the unexpected explosion made Mitsuyo's eyes condense, and his body was covered with a trace of electric light.

The technique of using the power of lightning to activate one's own potential is not a rare thing in Daozuma's various sects.

But Tengu's method of thunder and lightning is not so simple.

He swung his arms again, and the extremely strong electric field generated by the overlapping of pitch-black four-winged crow feathers instantly engulfed that point of lightning, and he flapped his wings a second time, aiming at Songhe's legs with the fragments of the ghost mask wrapped in talisman paper!

Songhe's eyes widened in disbelief. That day the dog's grasp of thunder and lightning was more mysterious than the techniques he used before, and even countered the fragments. The galloping thunder drew a silver snake in the air, burning the visual effect .

Immediately after he had the thought of avoiding it, he felt a burning pain in his right ankle, and then the paralysis quickly went up his thigh.

He urgently poured all the power of the elements into his legs to barely resist the pain, and the pain caused by the eroding lightning that burned his nerves made the veins on his forehead show, and his beard stood on end in pain.

Although relying on his extraordinary physical fitness and using the power of elements to resist, there is nothing he can do about the inevitable speed drop, but fortunately, his subordinates who are scheduled here can take care of him——

Passing by that corner, there is a three-way intersection on the mountain road leading to the deserted sea!As long as he can get there, he has the possibility of escape!

With a deep obsession, he relied on this moment of will to suppress the pain. Under the movement of his body deforming, he accelerated his speed again, and the scorched area burned by the high temperature of lightning burst again, spilling blood.

The tengu didn't know why the speed of chasing was a bit slower, probably because of using that damned secret method to consume a lot of body.

After all, she used such a large-scale thunder technique as soon as she entered the arena. The lightning power contained in her divine eyes is definitely not enough to sway like this. She will only drive herself away slowly with the mentality of holding a cat and mouse, thinking that it will make me physically weak. Be the first to run out?

Songhe's thoughts turned rapidly and even thought up an excuse for the other party, but he didn't see Mitsuyo's playful eyes behind him.

And at this time, at the corner where he was about to rush, a weak girl with long black purple hair and an official uniform walked out of it as if walking.

In this kind of life-threatening rush, if you slow down and you may die on the spot, Songhe didn't slow down at all, but glared at the girl who hadn't recovered, her burly arms twisted like black strips. Snakes are swimming underneath.

"Get out of here!" He stretched out his hand and pushed forward.

Even when the distance was extremely close, he could see the other party showing a frightened expression like a fawn, and the next moment, he lost feeling in his arm.

Songhe's wide-open eyes were full of disbelief, but the truth was that within half a second of getting close to the opponent, a sword light took away his right arm, and the tendons and bones were instantly separated.

The high-swinging arm sprayed a large amount of blood, and even sprayed it on his face, but the girl moved lightly with lotus steps, and naturally moved to avoid him who was about to fall. As her arm fell to the ground, he fell because of losing his balance. After a few laps, I finally reached the corner.

Disgraced, he yelled out, "Hurry up—"

The hoarse and piercing voice was like a duck being strangled by its neck.

There was a group of people lying here and there, his confidant, that cowardly idiot, a dozen or so wild ambushes, all tied up like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with a beautiful bow tied at the end of the rope.

The group of people looked at him, or the girl behind him, with the same fear.

"That, I'm sorry! It's the first time I used a knife, and I didn't grasp the strength a little bit. It must have hurt? I'm really sorry!"

At this time, the girl slowly stood beside him, with a deep apology on her small face, and Song He's extremely embarrassed look reflected in her pure and flawless eyes.

It was only then that Songhe saw the knife in her hand. The knife was of a solemn Bazhiyin style, and the dark purple blade shone with a bright luster, not stained by any blood.

"Excuse me, are you the real couple Songhe?"

Qi Chao opened his mouth wide in a daze, like a stupid Songhe, scratched his face lightly and showed a shy smile.

"I am Qi, an official of the shogunate. Now I am telling you that you have been officially arrested! Will you plead guilty? If you confess, you will be lenient, and if you resist, you will be strict."

The girl's performance was even more begging, her tone was gentle, as if everything just now was just his fantasy, but the fact is that his severed arm was still bleeding not far away.

"I...I believe..."

Songhe seemed to have been stripped of all energy and energy, and fell to his knees dejectedly, his raised head drooping like a defeated rooster.

"Pray, everyone over there has been resolved."

Mitsuyo also fell from the sky when the other party pleaded guilty, his wings were folded, and a few crow feathers fell beside him. He said with a flat expression and pretended not to care, but his eyes glanced towards the girl, as if looking forward to it.

"Okay, as expected of Mitsuyo, thank you for your hard work, if I'm the only one, it won't be possible~"

Mitsuyo was very pleased with the girl's compliment, showing a slight smile.

The same is true for Iwazou, who was a few steps behind. He ran here and saw the group of people, and he was stunned for a while, looking at the girl, who was waving at him with a sweet and cute smile: "Thanks for your hard work." , Iwazo! Thanks to your assistance."

Iwazo waved his hand in a daze: "It's not hard, it's not hard, um, this is... May His Highness solve it alone?"

"Hey~ I tried a little harder."

Kibi had a small arm that was not half as thick as Iwazo's arm, and his usual gentle and decent appearance had a touch of playfulness.

"Yeah... that's right, that's how it is."

Iwazou smiled stiffly, changing the stereotype that His Highness was so weak that even a gust of wind could blow him down, and His Highness seemed to call him by his last name just now!

"Then, Mitsuyo and Iwazou, if you need to rest, please sit by the side and rest for a while, and I will handle the finishing work."

The girl didn't expand on this topic, but lightly pointed at Songhe who had lost the will to fight.

"Ah, I'm not tired yet, just leave these trivial matters to me." Yanzang took the initiative to stand up and deal with Songhe, but when he saw the other party, he felt a little strange. This guy who ran desperately and never forgot to fight back would so honest?

Thanks to the powerful breathing technique, for Yanzang, this running distance is less than half of the level of morning training. The real hard work is the moment of fighting with them, which consumes the most mind.

Although he was confused, he still dealt with the wound of Songhe's severed arm skillfully. The cut surface of the severed arm was smooth, and he could fully see the flesh and veins inside, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It's weird, especially when paired with Songhe's death-like expression, Yanzang can't stop looking at Qi.

She and Mitsuyo carried the group of guys in the same way. During the whole process, there were only the sound of moving, and the occasional small conversation between Qi and Mitsuyo.

Iwazo lowered his head and looked into his eyes again, the ferocity residing there had been lost, completely revealing a sense of emptiness, as if he had been deprived of something.

The whole person is like a puppet, allowing him to play with it, even if it is deliberately touched by the wound, it does not respond.

The man is spiritually dead.

Involuntarily, Iwazo thought so.

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