Fu Canglu

Chapter 455
The lord of the Great Bright Palace stood in front of everyone.

He narrowed his eyes, as if looking at something.

He saw invisible strings running back and forth in the air, under the control of the puppeteer with the green ghost mask, stretched and stretched, extremely tenacious, and finally gathered at the fingertips of the man, looping and looping until they were all wrapped around the fingers.

Jian Zongming was thinking that these strings were not as tough as he thought.

With "cause and effect" in hand, there is really nothing in the world that he can't stop.

These strings are only wound around two people.

Your Highness and Princess.

The green ghost who was controlling the strings still had enough energy at the moment, and he was sure of winning. He turned his head slightly, and looked at Jian Zongming with a blank expression.

Houqing's complete control of strings is indeed much stronger than the previous incomplete chapters.

Jian Zongming murmured: "I thought this fight would take a long time."

The green ghost was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly felt a strong force coming from above his head.

The little majesty punched his green ghost mask, smashing the green ghost mask to pieces. The whole ghost face grinned in pain, and finally exploded!
The Lord of Yincheng was nailed to the ground by the great vitality sword. At this moment, he raised his hands, no longer controlling the string, but grasped the great vitality sword with both hands, and suddenly crushed the vitality sword from half of the blade.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the half of the green ghost mask covering his face was filled with countless wind and snow, filling it up, and rolling endlessly.

His Highness's eyes were red, and he smiled ferociously and said, "Hold your mother?"

Jian Zongming silently looked at the little highness who opened the two celestial phases. At this moment, against the resistance of countless strings, he punched the face of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng again, smashing the green ghost mask completely to pieces. Come, the wind, snow and foam are flying!

Breakthrough all methods.

When a string master meets a dragon and a snake, it's like a scholar meets a soldier.

The instigator of all this wanted to seduce people's hearts into magic with the technique of string control, but he didn't know that the little highness in front of him had already fallen into the deepest magic way in Luoyang. It is several times more monstrous than before!
I'm a magician of the rivers and lakes, but I don't kill people on weekdays.

His Highness picked up the collar of Yincheng City Lord whose mask was shattered with one hand. Under the fluctuation of Jian Zongming's sword intent, the cultivation of the puppet master in front of him was only a pitiful ninth-rank realm.

All the "wind and snow" that Tai Xuxiang could use were all used by him to make up for the cracks on that mask at this moment.

The blue ghost mask looked bleak at the moment, the ghost face was dim, and the wind and snow were coming densely, trying to piece together a complete mask.

This scene at this time is just like the illusion of the Purple Mansion in the Darong Temple, only re-interpreted in a different location.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

Punch down.

Then lift up.

Take another breath.

Second punch.

After the green ghost mask was shattered, the face of the Lord of Yincheng was covered with a thin layer of wind and snow. The power of that layer of wind and snow was much stronger than the green ghost mask itself. Under the continuous thumping, there was already the sound of cracking.

Yi Xiao said every word, punch and punch.

"What's the point of you telling me this?"

"Trick people's hearts?"

"Tricking right and wrong?"

"Instigate discord?"

"Since you want to ask me, I'll tell you."

Five punches.

It smashed into the layer of wind and snow, mixed with scarlet.

Not the blood of the Lord of Yincheng.

It was the blood of His Highness.

The fist wrapped by dragon and snake couldn't pierce through that layer of wind and snow.

Yi Xiao held his collar with both hands, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took a sharp breath.

His Highness said with red eyes, "Why should I kill you?"

"Is it because of the red dress?" He clenched his opponent's collar tightly with both hands, took several deep breaths, and finally gritted his teeth with a smile, "Of course it's because of the red dress."

"Killing pays for life, this principle is very simple, and it is recognized in the Jianghu."

"The rivers and lakes she brought me into saved my life. If you kill her, I will kill you."

"You are right, I have no way to kill you now."

"If you can't kill today, what about tomorrow?"

"You failed to kill me two years ago, and I can't kill you two years later, then ten years, 20 years." His Highness tried to calm his emotions, and forced a voice out of his throat with a difficult smile: "Of course I have plenty of time. "

The lotus plant swayed continuously, and the purple mansion trembled continuously, killing all the thoughts that the string control technique had infiltrated into the soul silently.

Yi Xiao's body trembled slightly, and those silk strings began to fall off, falling to the ground one after another.

The scarlet color of His Royal Highness's eyes slowly began to disappear.

He squinted his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "You have one apprentice per mouth, who is your apprentice? One spirit shirt per mouth, who is your spirit shirt?"

The "string fruit" was planted in the soul of the princess, and he couldn't easily cut off the string of his master like his little highness.

Her soul was tensed and torn by silk strings at the moment, and she had a splitting headache. In a trance, she heard someone shouting: "You imprisoned her in the Northland, as a hostage for the cooperation between Yincheng and the Northern Wei Dynasty. Doesn't that count as treating her as your disciple?!"

The silk string was pulled tighter.

"From Luoyang to Beiyuan, whether it's Cao Zhixuan or you, have you ever regarded her as a 'person'?"

"What's the difference between Luoyang's Canary and Yincheng's good disciple?"

"Have you ever asked her where she wants to go!"

"Have you ever asked her what kind of life she wants to live!"

One sound at a time, no vitality was used, the voice sounded a little hoarse, but it was extremely powerful.

With a hoarse voice, the little highness said one last time: "Have you ever asked her if she would like to follow you to Yincheng?"

The Lord of Yincheng, who was wearing a green ghost mask, turned his head slightly.

He saw the purple-clothed woman bent over with a pained expression, raising her head blurred with tears.

From the first sound of His Highness's hoarse voice, his cheeks were already wet.

Wei Lingshan cried sadly, shook his head, and said with difficulty: "Master"

The green ghost's expression remained numb, and his five fingers were closed to death at this moment.

The silk thread is so tight that even the soul is about to burst.

The princess coughed up a big mouthful of blood, staggered and swayed, and fell heavily. Fortunately, Qingshi supported her.

His Highness saw Wei Lingshan's soul at the top of Wei Lingshan's skull, which was forcibly pulled out of the Purple Mansion by the silk string, and moved up faintly.

Yi Xiao was furious, and shouted loudly: "Lend me a sword!"

Jian Zongming threw out the scabbard expressionlessly.

Yi Xiao's fingers clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, holding onto the illusory "karma".

He couldn't pull out Dugu.

He drew his sword suddenly.

The illusory "karma" was unsheathed a little bit.

Probably only a foot or so.

It only took three minutes for the unsheathed sword energy to cut off the silk string that pulled out Wei Lingshan's spirit.

The remaining seven points of sword energy directly cut an opening for several miles in the clouds over the South China Sea.

It is worthy of "cause and effect".

His Highness grinned, the finger holding the handle was already sore and numb.

This is not Zifu.

The palm of his hand holding "Karma" has been blown out of shape by the sword energy of Karma.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, sticking it against the layer of wind and snow.

The remaining causal sword energy met the power of Taixu, and almost swallowed it like a wolf, frantically swallowing the snow energy completely!

The bloody palm of His Royal Highness pressed against the cheek of the Lord of Yincheng.

All power is locked.

All escape routes were blocked.

There is no way back, no power to borrow.

The face of the Lord of Yincheng was "teared" and directly peeled off.

Dead silence.

Except for Jian Zongming whose expression was still blank, everyone was stunned.

Including Your Highness.

There is no bloody scene of blood spattering.

Under the mask of the green ghost is the face of a middle-aged man.

His Highness shattered the mask of the green ghost and revealed the face.

Under the middle-aged man's skin, there is another face.

A face of a woman as white as porcelain.

(End of this chapter)