leonardwarren Chapter 297
Chapter 297
Before the white-haired old woman could react.
Another heaven-reaching sword intent rose, and in front of this sword intent, the white-haired old woman only felt that the power of the sword code in her body began to tremble.
Followed by.
A figure in a long robe appeared silently.
This figure did not show any momentum, but the white-haired old woman sensed a huge threat from the figure.
This threat was far more than the silver-armored soldiers and swordsmen who had just appeared, and second only to the Moon Worship Sect Leader.
The Moon Worship Sect Leader's gaze turned and fell on Bai Qi and the others.
These three people should have felt the breath of the Moon Worship Sect Leader, so they quickly came.
"Who is this person?" Zhang Jiao's brows frowned slightly, looking at the white-haired old woman.
The white-haired old woman's dress should be a person from the Great Sui Empire.
But how could the masters of the Great Sui Empire run to the capital of the Tubo Kingdom?
"I don't know, just kill it." There was murderous brewing in the depths of the white eyes.
For the white, killing can solve any problem.
After killing, if the problem has not been solved, it is less killing.
Bai Qi's voice just fell.
Zhang Jiao showed a look of intent.
Truly.
With the strength of the white-haired old woman, infiltrating the capital of Tubo must have bad intentions.
For such people, it is directly killed.
As for what exactly the white-haired old woman came from, and what background identity she has...
Whether it was Zhang Jiao or Dugu seeking defeat, he didn't care much at all.
No matter how big the white-haired old woman's background is, can it be bigger than the Great Sui Empire?
When the white-haired old woman heard this short conversation, she only felt cold in her hands and feet, and an unprecedented crisis surged into her heart.
The white-haired old woman knew in her heart that I was afraid that the biggest crisis in her life was at this time.
The white-haired old woman, as a supreme grandmaster master, a top powerhouse many years ago, was extremely decisive, and shouted loudly before Zhang Jiao and the others were ready to start:
"Several, I just passed by by chance, and I didn't mean to offend the conflict."
"I am also from the Great Sui Empire, and I am also from one country, so why fight and kill and kill people?"
"As long as you let me leave today, I hereby promise that when I see a few in the future, I will definitely retreat."
The white-haired old woman knew that the more this time, the more calm she had to be.
And, more importantly, she must not be exposed to come from Cihang Jingzhai...
Otherwise, no matter how clever she can speak, she will not escape death.
"Yes?"
Zhang Jiao looked at the white-haired old woman and seemed to hesitate.
"Of course."
The white-haired old woman gradually regained her composure.
Although she infiltrated the Tubo capital to confirm the authenticity of the information, others did not know it.
She could have been confused by other reasons.
"You and I are both masters, hard practice for a hundred years, it is not easy, why not leave a way back?"
The white-haired old woman talked.
"No way back?"
Zhang Jiao said the words that made the white-haired old woman break out in a cold sweat: "Forget it, let's kill it." "
As soon as Zhang Jiao's words fell, he stretched out his hand and slowly pressed it towards the white-haired old woman.
"Not good?!"
The white-haired old woman was so frightened that the revenants were all angry, and she kicked the ground fiercely, and the whole person flew into the sky.
"Blood Burning Secret Technique!"
The white-haired old woman's eyes were blood-red, and a trace of blood mist overflowed from the surface of his skin, which was very oozing.
At the same time, the speed of the white-haired old woman soared, and the whole person seemed to turn into lightning, and fled outside the national capital.
"Huh?"
Seeing this, Zhang Jiao was slightly surprised.
The speed of the white-haired old woman was indeed somewhat unexpected to him.
It's just that Zhang Jiao didn't get up to chase.
Because, Zhang Jiao knew that even if the white-haired old woman was ten times faster, it would be impossible to escape.
"Ran out."
The white-haired old woman came to the outside of the national capital in an instant, glanced back, and found that no one chased out, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly.
Just when the white-haired old woman was preparing to return directly to Cihang Jingzhai without stopping.
Airplanes!
A huge palm that seemed to reflect the taiyin, the white-haired old woman quickly condensed in the sky.
The white-haired old woman's eyes were terrified, and she hurriedly retreated outward, and the blood mist that overflowed on her skin became even more intense.
It's just that.
None of this makes any sense.
The giant palm instantly enveloped her.
Thundered!
The white-haired old woman let out a miserable cry, and the whole person was directly photographed into meat puree.
Above the walls of the capital city.
The Moon Worship Sect Master withdrew his right hand, his gaze was indifferent, as if he had seen through the world.
After the Moon Worship Sect Master slapped the white-haired old woman to death with another palm, the whole person disappeared in place.
Whether it was the Moon Worship Sect Leader, or Zhang Jiao and the others, they were all on the order of His Majesty and did not allow any accidents in the battle to conquer Tubo.
As for the white-haired old woman...
It's just an ant that the Moon Worship Sect Lord crushed to death casually.
...
On the Emperor Peak.
Cihang Jingzhai.
A woman in a moon-white robe sat cross-kneeled on the ground.
In front of the moon-white robed woman, several candles were placed.
The candle flickered, but it never went out.
Like the sun, it exudes a faint warmth.
However.
Right at this moment.
Near the lowest candle, it quietly extinguished.
The moon-white robed woman opened her eyes, and a trace of sorrow appeared on her face.
"Master, it's fallen!"
When these words were spoken, the moon-white robed woman looked mournful.
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