Wu Mister Yun gave an order.

Suddenly many people appeared in the city, holding crossbows and aiming at the young Taoist priest in midair.

The Taoist gaze flickered slightly: “Senior what does this mean?”

On the city street below, a person appeared, who was a Sect Master from Cold Mountain.

He looked up to the sky and said loudly: “Xie Daochang invited, Wu Mister Yun once said, I want you to forget the truth and see the elders to see you.”

Xie Zhao took a deep breath: “Poor Daoist is not disrespectful. It is all because he is worried about Junior Brother, so he came first.

However, Senior is rich in talent, poor cultivation walks outside, and authorized by the teacher to act on behalf of the truthfulness.”

He is the First Successor of forgetting the truth, and he will focus on the selection of heirs in the future.

Wangzhen View has begun to cultivate his prestige, so he has given him a lot of authorization, and many of his elders cannot match it.

In the past, some senior and junior brothers from the same family provoke a strong enemy outside, usually Xie Zhao rushed to support or negotiate with the enemy first.

Many times, there is the view of forgetting the truth as the backing. When the courtesy is reached, everyone has face, so they will step down together and turn hostility into friendship.

But unfortunately this time, no matter how good his courtesy is, he can’t hold back his opponent sincerely trying to find fault…

After Xie Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Dongyun did not respond.

Cold Mountain sent Sect Master to see it and waved immediately.

In an instant, hundreds of armor piercing sharp arrows flew into the air and shot Xie Zhao directly.

In addition to the Cold Mountain School Disciple, many of the attackers were descended from the Tang army.

In order to get rid of the hard work of the captive coolies, they are now more attentive than the Cold Mountain Disciple, and only want to make up for it as soon as possible.

The young Taoist priest in midair soon became an archery target.

But he was not shot as a hedgehog.

Those sharp arrows passed directly through his body and flew far away.

Xie Zhao in the air is like a misty cloud of smoke, a one by one hole penetrated by a flying arrow.

The holes spread, and his whole person twists and turns into a cloud of smoke.

“The magical technique of forgetting the truth!”

Cold Mountain sent Sect Master shouted: “The area covered by the rain of arrows is enlarged!”

The angle of shooting is even wider.

At the same time, more people in the city heard the news, stretched their bows and pulled crossbows, aiming at the smoke clouds floating in the air.

The area covered by the arrow rain expanded, and the smoke and clouds in the sky distorted and changed, and indeed Xie Zhao’s silhouette was reproduced.

However, he was flying out of the city at this time, and he was about to cross the city wall.

“Since Senior insists on doing this, Junior has no choice but to retire first, and ask the elders of the sect to come and discuss with Senior.”

Xie Zhao’s tone is still calm, and he swings with a whisk in his hand, and will come close Throw away his arrow.

But his expression changed slightly soon.

The action of the young Taoist priest flying out of the city was forced to stop.

This time back, he avoided a lingering hurricane.

An Elderly slowly rises from the ground and stands in front of Xie Zhao.

“That was… the palm of the wind and clouds just now?” The young Taoist priest browses slightly wrinkle: “A member of the Chen family?”

Elderly said indifferently: “Long Dao please hold your steps “

Xie Zhao’s eyes swept away from the corner of his eyes and found that many people gathered below, all glare like a tiger watching his prey.

Several of them, the blood evaporates all over their bodies, and while the heat is hot, it seems that a small storm faintly forms, rotating around their bodies.

“The cultivation base of Dragon Roll Secret Art is really the Chen family.”

Xie Zhao returned to calm.

Elderly can stand in the air in front of him, at least Martial Dao Fifth Stage, the pilot’s cultivation base.

Among the dozens of Chen’s clansman below, many martial artists from Martial Dao Fourth Stage can also fly briefly.

A group of people surrounded all directions and blocked Xie Zhao’s way out of the city.

Behind him, the Sect Master sent by Cold Mountain from Martial Dao Fourth Stage also caught up.

Xie Zhao looked at Elderly in front of him: “It turns out that the Chen Family is sheltering in this Chang’an City.”

He pinched a secret art with one hand, and there was a faint gleam in his eyes. move.

“I can’t fool the old man.”

The figure of Elderly in front of him suddenly shot through the air.

The goal is not Xie Zhao who is chanting secret art, but the empty place next to it.

However, as Elderly’s palms stirred up the storm and turned into tornado, the air suddenly twisted in the empty place.

As the smoke drifted away, Xie Zhao’s real figure was revealed there.

The silhouette next to it is still an illusion created by his magical magic.

I can fool others, but I can’t fool this Elderly.

Elderly accurately captured Xie Zhao’s true position, with both palms out, knocking down with all his strength.

Xie Zhao didn’t panic, still hands form a secret art.

Suddenly a talisman flew up from him, which turned into light balls in midair.

The light group rotates around Xie Zhao, forming a defense, blocking Elderly’s palm.

Elderly immediately changed his move, with both palms out, exploding those rotating light balls.

But at the same time, the brilliance in Xie Zhao’s pupils sprayed out from his eye sockets, radiating in all directions and colorful.

Elderly expression changed: “Nightmare Real Art?”

He loudly shouted to remind others.

At the same time, a martial artist’s blood energy gathers, condensing in this shouting loudly.

The sound is like rolling thunder, shaking all directions.

The brilliant glow of Xie Zhao’s pupils was shaken a lot by this shocking loudly.

But the rest is still working.

The Cold Mountain Sect Master expression chasing from behind has changed drastically, but his eyes are slightly dull.

He found that his surroundings had all changed.

Chang’an City disappeared.

He unexpectedly returned to Qinzhou Mansion Cold Mountain in an instant.

The blaze in front of me engulfed my Cold Mountain pie house.

Looking down, the doorman’s discipline corpses everywhere across the field, the blood is bleeding all over the ground.

When you look up at the sky, you can see red clouds in the sky under the light of the fire.

On the head of the cloud, one by one, one by one, the Taoist people who forget the truth, look down on Cold Mountain.

It seems that the heavens have lowered the Divine Punishment for Cold Mountain.

Cold Mountain sent Sect Master to keep telling himself that none of this is true, but Xie Zhao’s spell.

He wanted to yell, but found that he couldn’t make a sound.

The fire was raging, and he climbed onto his body and swallowed him.

The burning pain is so real.

Severely injured Cold Mountain disciple on the ground wailed, asking him for help, and confessing to the heavenly experts.

No matter how hard Cold Mountain sends Sect Master to struggle, there is no way to escape this purgatory.

In the real world, he stays in place, like a clay puppet and wood carving.

A group of Chen Family martial artists on the ground also looked the same, their eyes were dull and standing still.

Their minds are full of tragic images of the whole clan being massacred by the Eastern Tang Dynasty, making every day a response and making the earth not working.

“Uncle Nine, Brother Sixteen, what’s the matter with you?”

Only one young girl, as usual, looked surprised at the crowd at this time.

Elderly in midair has a firm will, stabilizes his mind, and protects his Divine Soul from the enemy’s spell.

But taking advantage of the moment of his steady mind, Xie Zhao’s figure is like a cloud of smoke, flying quickly.

Seeing Xie Zhao protruding from the siege and about to cross the Chang’an City wall, he suddenly sank.

Xie Zhao was forced to descend as if being weighed down by a huge burden.

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing in the air directly above him.

The tyrannical martial artist imposing manner won the audience.

“Since Wu Mister Yun is dead, Xie Daochang should stay.”

Chen Jiezhi said slowly.


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