sword from heaven

Chapter 268 Anti-killing (second update)
"Back down!" Lu Zhaoye waved and shouted.

The four spirit guards around them retreated quickly, avoiding the two of them like snakes and scorpions.

The rushing white lights frightened them, and the speed was beyond their ability to react.

Song Yunge said: "Lord Jun, let's go back to the Palace of the Lord too."

"Okay." Lu Zhaoye nodded.

He has mixed feelings.

Being carried by Song Yunge like a puppy, even though it was pressed on his shoulder, he still looked embarrassed.

Especially under his reflection, the majesty of the military leader himself is gone.

To be taken care of by Yukong Palace is to be implicated by Song Yunge. If it weren't for Song Yunge, the people of Yukong Palace would not deal with him at all.

But he also knew that if it wasn't for Song Yunge, he would have died.

I really don't know whether to hate him or thank him.

Even so, when he returned to the military lord's mansion, he could ask himself a word and give himself full respect, which made him very grateful.

Song Yunge led Lu Zhaoye erratically, darting through the alleys, dodging the throwing knives of four youths in white who flew in.

Everyone returned to the wall, looked down at the situation here, and saw the four people in Yukongdian preying like four snow-white eagles, while Song Yunge and Lu Zhaoye were like two rabbits, being chased into a panic.

"Alas..." Everyone sighed quietly, feeling uncomfortable.

"Yukong Palace..." They were inexplicably chilled, they didn't expect Yukong Palace to be so powerful, so terrifying.

Even if the military leader was driven out in such a mess, running away like a rabbit, what about them?
I'm afraid that no one is an opponent of Yukongdian, once they are targeted by Yukongdian, they will undoubtedly die.

"What should I do?" Lu Zhaoye said in a deep voice, "Even if we go back to the Military Lord's Mansion, they won't be able to stop them!"

Song Yunge shook his head and said, "No rush."

He didn't go back to the Military Lord's Mansion, but went around in circles in the city.

The people in the city watched silently, clenched their hands, wishing they could rush over and knock down the four young men in white.

But there was nothing they could do.

This feeling of powerlessness made them disappointed and sad, resentful and helpless, as if their hearts were being held by invisible hands.

The big hands clenched tighter and tighter, making them breathless.

This aggrieved feeling was going to make them explode, their legs bent slightly, and they almost couldn't control themselves to rush out.

"Chi!" A white light suddenly shot out in the opposite direction.

The previous white light came from the four youths in white and shot at Song Yunge, but this time it was the complete opposite, it shot from Song Yunge and shot at the four youths in white.

"Huh?" Zhao Manhua was surprised.

Her eyes widened as she watched a white light shoot at a young man in white, shooting him down.

The young man in white suddenly raised his body, as if he was swimming on the water.

He flew straight upside down, formed a graceful arc and landed on a roof, hanging there motionless.

"Senior Brother Tu!" The other three young men in white stopped drinking.

"Hey!" Another white light hit a young man in white.

"Back!" The remaining two young men in white immediately landed on the ground, without hesitation, ignoring their companions, they stalked the ground and fled towards the outside of the city.

They have seen with their own eyes that Song Yunge's throwing knives are weird and hard to guard against. However, in this city, their strength is limited and they cannot fully exert their power.

They have now realized that, no wonder Song Yunge wanted to flee back to the city, but took advantage of the location.

The two of them flew across the ground like two shadows, and everyone standing on the top of the city could clearly see their speed.

Everyone was speechless.

The speed of these two people is really as fleeting as a fleeting image, extremely fast, far inferior to any of them.

Is it possible to escape at such a speed?
"Chi!" A white light shot precisely at a young man in white.

The person who was galloping lost control and hit the opposite wall directly, crashing into the wall.

Seeing this, the other young man in white suddenly changed his figure, erratic and indistinct.

"Chi!" A white light appeared out of thin air.

"Duh!" The young man in white suddenly let out a cry, like thunder.

The white light that hit the center of his brow suddenly stopped, and a small knife, the size of a thumb, was hanging in the air, shining brightly.

The young man in white was filled with endless anger.

This is a kind of anger of betrayal, this knife is my own flying knife, it is the flying knife that I have always been in love with each other, and I get along day and night, and I am closer than any of my relatives and friends.

"Ah!" He looked up to the sky and let out a roar, the flying knife trembled, as if sensing his sadness and anger, as if he wanted to stop himself from moving forward.

But the flying knife couldn't control itself, letting the infinite power drive it closer to the brow of the young man in white.

The young man in white stared at it with wide eyes, wanting to retreat, but all the power was concentrated in front of his eyes, fighting for control of the throwing knife, and he had no time to move.

The flying knife approached slowly, little by little, from one foot to half a foot, and finally to one inch. The chill of the flying knife had penetrated into the center of his brows, making him more concentrated and focused.

Under life and death, his potential was fully stimulated, and his eyes were already bloodshot, looking terrifying.

Everyone on the city wall stared at this side intently, secretly nervous, at this moment they suddenly felt sorry for him.

Being approached by death step by step, stabbed by flying knives bit by bit, this feeling must be hopeless and terrifying.

Zhao Manhua said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Song can also throw knives, it seems to be exactly the same as the flying knives of Yukong Palace!"

Zhuo Xiaowan shook her head softly and said: "He has met some people and knows some extraordinary skills outside our Tianyue Mountain."

"Yeah..." Zhao Manhua sighed, "If you don't have enough luck, you can't get to where you are today."

Sword God, there is probably only one Sword God in the world.

What kind of comprehension and luck is required for this, and I have been stuck at the swordsman level.

I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that we can have a deep enough foundation to get to where we are today, right?

After Song Yunge became the sword god, all the disciples who knew about Tianyue Mountain were thinking about Song Yunge's struggles in the swordsman period, and wondering whether he should stay in the swordsman period for enough time and lay a solid enough foundation. This is the most important step in becoming a Sword God.

"Chi!" Another ray of white light shot, piercing through the brow of the young man in white, and the previous knife stopped in the void, trembling slightly.

The young man in white stared blankly at the flying knife, the light in his eyes gradually faded and finally disappeared.

"Bang!" The young man in white fell to the ground.

The flying knife didn't move in the air, and then flew back into Song Yunge's sleeve.

He let go of Lu Zhaoye's shoulders, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I've dealt with this level!"

Lu Zhaoye smiled wryly: "If you can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, they must be ambushing near the military master's mansion, and they must kill you."

"They are powerless." Song Yunge smiled and said: "It has been resolved, but the next group of people from the Yukong Temple will come, I have to leave here, so as not to hurt everyone."

After finishing speaking, Song Yunge frowned again.

Once she leaves, will Zhuo Xiaowan and the others be angered by Yukong Palace?
(End of this chapter)