Zhao Ge: 76. Long Song on the Cloud

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Liu Wuyan sat stiffly, a cold sweat slowly erupted on his forehead. After listening to the sound of rain for so many years, she could easily distinguish any movement in the rain.

Those who ignited the fire at the Liu Family Temple on the Clouds, those whose brothers turned to meet, those whose eyes were as fierce as a wolf but silent as a blade, they were not deceived by the traces she deliberately left, they followed Like a hungry wolf chasing after its prey, he chased it up again.

The sudden rain covered the smell of blood on them.

They slowly surrounded them, slowly narrowing the circle like an arc. They are like wolves on the prairie, fierce and cunning, they set up a tight enclosure and do not give their prey a chance to escape. But while this sudden rain made them cover up their blood, it also exposed their carefully covered whereabouts to Liu Wuyan's ears.

The sound of the rain was pattering, and Liu Wuyan listened to the gradually increasing rain, distinguishing the enemy's whereabouts.

Liu Wuyan stiffened and sat down. He didn't dare to act rashly. He didn't dare to expose that he had actually found the trace of the other party, otherwise those people would directly attack him immediately.

The guards secretly cultivated by the imperial family of the Jintang Dynasty can no longer be regarded as human beings.

They are wolves, knives, swords, tools used by the royal family to kill people in the dark.

Liu Wuyan slowly clenched the long sword in his hand, quickly thinking of a way to break through. She reminisced about the surrounding terrain before entering the temple, and quickly worked out a route.

The ancestral temple is located in a deep valley. There are steep mountain walls on the left and right, and the only small path was blocked by the opponent in advance. The only way to survive is the dense ancient forest in front of it.

But...

Liu Wuyan looked at the young man sitting behind the fire, his eyes lowered, still exactly the same as before.

——If there is a fight, the dark guards of the Jintang dynasty will not consider anything to involve the innocent.

"Little dumb."

Liu Wuyan spoke nonchalantly as before. She picked up a burning piece of wood, fiddled with the fire, and listened to the movement outside.

The slow footsteps are still the same as before, unchanged.

The other party didn't realize that she had spotted them.

"Where are you going tomorrow?"

Liu Wuyan asked in his usual voice, thinking, little dumb, you must give me some face, don't give me a glare from the corner of my eye. While talking, Liu Wuyan wrote on the ground with a piece of wood that had been burnt to black charcoal:

For a while...

The sound of footsteps is slowly approaching, and the encircling circle is shrinking little by little. If you don't do anything, you may not be able to escape. Liu Wuyan slowly adjusted her heartbeat. She was holding the hilt of the sword, and the back of her hand had bounced veins, and the joints were white. Every step that slowly approached in the sound of the rain was a hidden guard in black armor. They held a knife in their hands and carried blood that could not be erased at any time.

Be careful!

Liu Wuyan wrote the last stroke, and the long sword in her hand suddenly turned into a clear light. She leaped up with the sword and broke through the roof of the temple, rushing towards the ancient forest from the heavy rain.

Be careful for a while!

——This is the only warning and reminder she can give to the cold boy. She doesn't know if the other party can understand what she means, but this is what she can do with all her best.

Jin Tang's black armor has surrounded this place, and she will be killed if she doesn't leave. Even if she wants to protect the young man implicated by herself, she can't do it. Liu Wuyan felt a little guilty when he accidentally implicated others, but there was no other way.

According to the traditional martial arts, she should protect the teenager, because the other party was involved in a killing because of her.

But!

She can't die, she must survive.

"Long Song on the Cloud!"

Liu Wuyan walked with the sword, turning into a Changhong rushing towards the gap that hadn't had time to cover the encirclement. At the moment when he was approaching the black armored person, her sword light suddenly burst out from one line and turned into thousands. In the heavy rain, with a thousand sword lights turning upside down like stars.

Slowly surrounded by the heavy rain were a group of dark guards wearing black soft armor. The bloodiest and sharpest knives in the hands of the Jin Tang Dynasty imperial family gave up and continued at the moment Liu Wuyan rushed out of the temple. With the intention of narrowing the encirclement, they quietly swept towards Miss Liu Jia who was dancing in the rain from all directions.

The figures of these people are ghostly, and the scimitars in their hands glow with a chill.

Liu Wuyan took the lead, her sword light burst out, covering the black armored guard who was blocking the way.

Thousands of stars poured down, and the man was strangled just as he raised his knife.

——Song on the Cloud, Jintangliu's family.

The so-called "Song on the Clouds" is a set of sword skills, and the Jintangliu family is famous for it. When it is unfolded, the person who draws the sword seems to sing high above the white clouds, and the body is like a misty cloud. A long song changes the color of the world and the sea of ​​clouds rolls over. Liu Wuyan's cultivation is far from reaching the point where the world changes color, but the sword that he unfolds with all his strength has vaguely brought the smell of the stars in the sea.

Can mortals stop the overturning of the Star Sea?

Not possible.

The black armored guard who was blocking was killed by thousands of swords, Liu Wuyan's body changed, like a white cloud rolling in the sky, drifting in the heavy rain, rushing to the miasma gradually in the rain The scattered ancient forest.

The dark armored guard holding a machete is like blue smoke, floating weightlessly in the rain, melting into the dark night.

Liu Wuyan only heard the endless vibration of the blade, but could not see the other person's figure.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, the long sword reversed and fell behind her, preparing to resist a fatal attack, leaving everything else alone.

Suddenly the rain was heavy, and it washed down like a pouring.

In the temple, the young man in white sits silently.

He didn't hear the sound of fighting outside, just as before, without any movement, and the expression on his face did not change.

When Liu Wuyan rushed out of the temple, he hit a hole in the roof of the temple, which was already fragile, and the rain poured down from the hole, extinguishing the small fire. There was water on the ground in the temple, but the boy was still clean, and even the place where he was sitting was dry as usual.

Outside the temple, there are dark armored guards with flashing figures, swords colliding with a murderous sound, blood rolling down and being washed by rain.

In the temple, there is deep darkness, rain falling from the sky, and the altar without the statue completely collapsed.

The young man lowered his eyes, watching the words written by Liu Wuyan on the charcoal wood, which were gradually washed away by the rain.

Be careful for a while.