fake prince

Chapter 98

"This person is not Tan An!" Su Ziji remained calm and tried: "You are here, could it be you who did it just now?"

"That's right, it's me." Tan An walked slowly, stopped four or five meters away from Su Ziji, examined and looked up and down.

"I was ordered to kill you. I was a little skeptical at first, but now I believe what they said."

"This place was originally the head of the water temple in the prefecture, and here is the ancestor worship. Anyone who enters and disrespects will suffer. If you stand there for a long time and disrespect, you have violated the prohibition of the law."

"Although the legal restrictions have long been relaxed and weak, ordinary people are not able to resist. This is why the Water Temple has been left in the cold for hundreds of years and is still feared by people."

"Your status as a mere scholar is absolutely irresistible. Only the descendants of the dragon, the nobles of Tianhuang, can resist it, and even kill the spirit envoy."

This sounded like a compliment, but coupled with Tan An's expression, it was more like condescending contempt, as if Su Ziji had already caught the prey, and at this time he was just commenting that the prey was smarter than he expected.

Such a gesture made Su Ziji displeased.

It is not the first time that Su Ziji has heard the word dragon son and grandson. When Zeng Jing broke into the bookstore last time, she pointed at Ye Weihan and said he was the son of dragon. Trying to kill Ye Buhui, if Su Ziji hadn't seized the opportunity to fight back, he wouldn't be where he is today.

At that time, Su Ziji had no chance to learn the secret from Zeng Jing, but now he wanted to get some clues from the person in front of him, and tried to ask: "Do you think I am the son of the dragon?"

Tan An smiled coldly: "Don't try to find out the news from me. I don't care if you know it or not. This is the ancestral priest, which is self-contained. Even if you are the descendant of the dragon, you will be suppressed even if you have never been enshrined—go Be an innocent ghost!"

As he said that, he refused to say another word, bent his hands, and put on the iron claws, as fast as a civet cat, he scratched towards Su Ziji.

This attack method is indeed not like a human being, but more like an animal becoming a spirit.

Su Ziji flashed, his mind lit up, and he felt a violation: "It used Tan An's body and asked Ding Ruili to lead me over. It was not cautious, but lacked strength!"

"If you are really powerful, you will definitely not act like this. Even if Shen Cheng has a sharp weapon in his heart, he will kill himself, let alone a monster?"

"Caution is nothing more than lack of strength."

But knowing this, Su Ziji didn't relax his vigilance, and these words were applicable to himself, and he was not strong at this time.

"This demon cat's gesture of playing with a mouse, I'm afraid I don't know that I have practiced the Panlong Secret Technique?" Su Ziji sneered, now that the test is almost done, it is time to solve it.

"This is next to Fucheng, so I don't want to keep you too much. Whoever made you the descendant of the dragon and eat your flesh and blood, I can not only take revenge, but also improve my cultivation base. This is your fate, and I can't blame anyone."

"Go to hell..." Tan An said before he spoke, Su Ziji's face suddenly changed, although he only had a short blade in his hand, there was a faint thunder, and before Tan An could react, the light of the knife flashed with dizzying speed .

"Ah..." Tan An's brain didn't have time to react, but the giant claws had the same conditioned reflex, and one claw went up, only to hear a "clank", and in an instant, a strange force penetrated the claws, and Tan An's body was huge Shocked, took a step back.

"Impossible!" Tan An's face was distorted, but Su Ziji's boxing technique was originally a killing technique on the battlefield, and the emphasis was on being as fast as thunder, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe.

Just listening to the "clank clang" combo, Tan An's giant claws blocked again and again, sparks flew, and at the seventh cut, he finally couldn't stand it, and the block showed flaws.

"No!"

With a sound of "poof", the short blade pierced through, piercing into Tan An's left chest heart, and then slammed it fiercely, and pulled it out again, and saw a large mouthful of blood spurting out of Tan An's chest and mouth at the same time, and fell to the ground. After a few steps, he stopped.

"...But... Damn it!"

Tan An didn't die for a while, and his face was stern: "Impossible, you are the son and grandson of Dazheng, and you actually learned the method of military combat?"

But in the blink of an eye, he realized something: "...Is it because you were hunted down by King Qi and King Shu, that's why I taught you how to kill a military strategist?"

Su Ziji took a deep look at Tan An, saw the blood stained black, and suddenly realized something: "The real Tan An, I'm afraid he died early."

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he drank: "King Qi and King Shu, which prince did you order?"

This was originally a temptation, Tan An showed a strange and incomprehensible smile: "It was King Qi, the crown prince died halfway, King Shu was supported by the Taoist sect, and King Qi was supported by us and other monsters..."

Just after saying this, I saw Su Ziji approaching two steps, listening intently, suddenly, with a "boom", half of his head exploded, and then a black shadow appeared in the sky.

"Definitely!" The black shadow just got out of the body, and it condensed in an instant. There was a fatal scar on the fierce and ferocious face, with animal eyes, and rushed towards it, shouting loudly. Correspondingly, the mist condensed again, Like a net, tie up Su Ziji.

"Go to hell!" Opening his mouth, it was just like the legend, it was a big mouth with sharp fangs, biting down on Su Ziji's head.

"Pfft..." Su Ziji's originally listening expression disappeared, as if he had been prepared for a long time, the knife flashed, and he had already pierced into the chest that was close at hand.

"Impossible, humans and monsters are against each other, how can you break free from the law of the ancestral temple?" With a howl, the monster showed an unbelievable expression.

It didn't seem to expect that Su Ziji could get rid of the spell and even hurt it!

Sensing the rapidly fading vitality, the monster was frightened and angry, raised its head and yelled, and with a burst of power, it sent Su Ziji flying away.

"You lowly human being, how dare you hurt me!" Looking down at his chest, he saw the wound gradually healed, and sneered again: "Do you think you can hurt me by relying on mortal means?"

But at this moment, something strange came out of the body, making it stop again.

"Is not likely to!"

It turned out that while it was speaking, the wound that had been healed felt a burning sensation that made its soul shudder.

It tried to repair it with demon power, to no avail!

"Sure enough, it's the dragon's aura, and you're really the son and grandson of Dazheng!" Even now, it can't see any monk's aura on Su Ziji's body, and with the flames on the chest wound, the monster has no choice but to Realized, it planted today!

When it looked at Su Ziji again, it hated him very much, but when the shadow turned around, it was about to escape.

"Damn it, Cao Yiyan is really cunning, she can't hide a lot of things, let me take the lead!"

Even if Su Ziji is not killed, as long as it is confirmed that Su Ziji is indeed of the prince's blood, his original mission has been completed.

"No, it wants to escape!" Seeing that the black shadow smiled at him and wanted to run away, Su Ziji felt his scalp go numb. This kind of ghost with an incorporeal body is the most difficult to guard against. It is already hostile, so to kill.

But even if he rushed, it was too late. In the mist-shrouded undergrowth, he was about to rush out when he saw a black air accompanied by the chilling howls of ghosts and wolves.

"Om" At this moment, the mist suddenly turned, and only heard "crackling" friction, but it turned into a net that prevented the black air from escaping.

(End of this chapter)