The First Lackey Under The Empress

The black-robed sorcerer's face was extremely unsightly. The moment the golden scroll appeared, he realized how terrible his situation was.

Zhu Dian Divine Official, as the direct disciple of the "Old Celestial Master", often possessed combat power exceeding their respective realm.

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But... why?

Logically speaking, with the golden scroll's status, there was no need to listen to the imperial court's orders.

Moreover, it was just a "firearm craftsman" case; why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

Could it be that the Empress favored this pretty boy and specially ordered Zhu Dian Divine Official to protect him?

This was the most reasonable explanation.

"That's right," Zhao Du'an added with a smile, "the principle you just taught me: never underestimate your opponent."

The boomerang had just been unsheathed, still warm, and it ruthlessly stabbed the sorcerer's heart.

That hits hard, old iron...

Without hesitation, the black-robed sorcerer's Taoist robe suddenly bulged, expanding like a ball.

He took a deep breath, his cheeks under the mask puffed up high, his body nearly floating off the ground. He wrapped his hands around himself, his body rapidly collapsing, his lips emitting a popping sound like an air cannon.

"Bang!"

The vortex of air in his arms exploded, transforming into hundreds upon thousands of "wind blades", each the size of a palm, covering the entire street.

It was like a volley of ten thousand arrows, shooting towards the two of them.

"Chichichi!"

The wind blades swept through, causing lanterns hanging under the eaves of closed shops on both sides to sway, and countless scratches were cut into the blue brick ground.

"Be careful—"

Zhao Du'an frowned and retreated behind the golden scroll.

The divine official, with an ethereal and mysterious temperament, like a witch of the dark night, ignored his actions. The moment before the opponent cast his spell, she beckoned with her pale, slender hand.

A strangely shaped staff hovered in front of her out of thin air.

The staff was blackish-brown all over, with gnarled vines wrapped around the shaft. The top was raised, with a pale golden single eye.

Just as it was "drowsily awakening", the moment it opened, it stared wide, and the staff instinctively turned its head to flee.

"...Don't leave."

Jin Jian was expressionless, grabbed the staff with her jade hand, and slammed it hard on the ground.

"Do!"

In an instant, the starlight and moonlight in the sky, like a tide breaking its banks, frantically converged towards the staff.

"Whirr..."

Zhao Du'an, hiding in the rear, was stunned to see the moonlight condense into substance, forming a sea wave pattern beneath the girl's feet.

Then, the "sea wave" surged wildly, colliding with the opponent's wind blades, and silently, all the sharp cyan blades were annihilated.

And the illusory sea wave was still rushing madly.

In an instant, it submerged the entire street. The black-robed sorcerer had already turned and fled at some point, but when the moonlight enveloped this small block.

He only felt as if his whole body had sunk into the mud, slow and terrifying, and every step required great effort.

"People who major in [Count of Wind] are very fast and good at escaping," Jin Jian suddenly opened her mouth softly, as if explaining to Zhao Du'an:

"But the speed of light is even faster."

You seem to be showing off... Zhao Du'an silently complained, and then realized:

Before, the other party could have shaken him off, but perhaps to kill him in return, he deliberately slowed down.

After the black-robed sorcerer realized that he could not escape, his heart sank, and a look of madness appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly turned around and pressed his withered hand towards the two of them from a distance.

"Buzz—"

Zhao Du'an suddenly felt uneasy, only to see the airflow in the surrounding area of ​​ten feet surging in all directions.

A sense of suffocation surged, and blood rushed. He turned his head and saw that the air seemed to have formed a "ball", enveloping the two of them.

"What is this?" he asked.

Jin Jian glanced at him, her lips moved, as if she said something, but he couldn't hear it.

Zhao Du'an suddenly understood.

It's a vacuum!

At this moment, the black-robed sorcerer extracted the air around them, forming a spherical vacuum area, so sound could not be transmitted.

No... How come the magic in this world feels both outrageous and scientific?

Zhao Du'an's expression changed slightly, and he tried to escape to prevent being suffocated.

But he saw that Jin Jian's face suddenly glowed, and her slightly curly black hair suddenly fell to her waist.

The hair moved without wind, and every strand seemed to have starlight flowing through it.

"Bang!"

Thousands of black hairs pierced the air wall first, shattering the vacuum, and Zhao Du'an regained the freedom to breathe.

The next second, the girl suddenly rushed forward, swinging the staff in a full circle and smashing it towards the sorcerer's head.

However, the expected physical headshot did not occur.

The black-robed sorcerer took out a strange puppet from his arms first, the size of a palm, threw it forward, and chanted a spell.

In an instant, a giant ten feet tall, covered in iron, burly and fat, like an iron floating pagoda, descended.

"Iron-skinned Warrior!"

Jin Jian suddenly retreated, giving up the attack—sorcerers are most afraid of being approached by martial artists.

"What warrior?" Zhao Du'an shouted from a distance.

"A kind of suppression object, which can be manufactured by [Craftsman God] sorcerers."

Jin Jian was concise, her eyes curious, as if she had never seen the real thing.

What is a "suppression object"... Zhao Du'an suppressed his curiosity and looked up.

He found that the joints of the iron-skinned warrior did have mechanical connection structures, but they moved freely.

The whole body was covered with metal, and there were faint formation patterns on the surface. The front end of the left arm was a double-edged hand axe.

The front end of the right arm was a metal rotating wheel like a fan blade.

There were no eyes in the position of the head, only a yellow talisman paper with red cinnabar painted on it.

"Chichichi—"

At this moment, the warrior stepped forward, and the heavy body stepped on the ground, making a "dong dong" sound. The metal rotating wheel rotated at high speed and slashed towards the girl.

Jin Jian waved her staff to resist, scaring the golden single eye to close tightly and shiver.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The weapons of both sides collided, and the painting style suddenly changed from fighting to fighting.

However, Zhao Du'an saw that the two sides did not really come into contact. Every time the girl waved her staff, ripples of light rippled at the end.

Jin Jian's flying hair, like thousands of silk ribbons, pulled out a string of sparks every time it passed over the iron skin.

And unlike the dignified and strenuous appearance of the sorcerer controlling the "suppression object", the girl seemed to be handling it with ease, as if she was more understanding the details of this thing through battle.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves, and the iron skin surface peeled off mottled, revealing the complex machinery inside.

Suddenly, on the masked face of the black-robed sorcerer, who looked like he was struggling to support himself, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shook out a new round of wind blades from his sleeves to attract Jin Jian's attention.

The iron-skinned warrior's left arm suddenly raised, and the double-edged giant axe ejected, with an iron chain connected to the end.

"哗啦啦..."

When the iron chain shook, the axe "boom" embedded in the distant stone wall.

The iron chain suddenly tightened, pulling the huge warrior to jump up, bypass Jin Jian, and smash down towards Zhao Du'an, who was leisurely watching the show in the back, like Mount Tai!

"Chichichi—"

When descending, the metal rotating wheel was still chilling!

"Huh?!"

The girl divine official suddenly became alert, raised her hand and pressed it falsely, eliminating the wind blade. When her waist twisted, she saw that Zhao Du'an was already in danger, and her face changed slightly.

I've been tricked...

She didn't expect that the sorcerer, who was already struggling, would still attack Zhao Du'an.

The corners of the black-robed sorcerer's mouth raised, with madness in his eyes, and the airflow around his feet entangled.

Since the purpose of the Zhu Dian divine official was to protect this pretty boy, as long as he was seriously injured, she would definitely give priority to treatment.

He could take the opportunity to escape.

Heh, in terms of combat power, he was indeed no match for Jin Jian, but he was better at rich tactics.

What about the Old Celestial Master's disciple? After all, she's too young and lacks experience.

As for Zhao Du'an... he didn't take this embroidered pillow in the rumors seriously at all.

And Jin Jian was surprised, but not flustered. With her trump cards, she was enough to ensure Zhao Du'an was safe in this moment.

The black-robed sorcerer was good at experience, but lacked vision, and couldn't imagine how rich the Celestial Master's disciples were.

And just as she was about to take action, she suddenly stopped, and surprise appeared in her eyes.

Under the moonlight.

Zhao Du'an's aura suddenly changed.

He raised his head slightly, suddenly raised his left hand, and grabbed the metal rotating wheel with a brazen!

The moment he shot, a ray of glow wandered and covered his palm.

"Clang!!"

In the sound of metal clashing, dazzling sparks burst out, and the rotating wheel composed of three edged blades was actually forced to stop by him with one hand.

At the same time, Zhao Du'an's right hand, which had been pressing on the hilt of the knife on the back of his waist from the beginning, suddenly drew the knife.

"Qiang!"

The Qi in his body, like a dragon, poured into the blade in a violent posture, and the blade instantly became red-hot, like a soldering iron.

A ray of red knife Qi burst out in the darkness.

Invasion like fire!

The iron-skinned warrior paused briefly in mid-air, and then, with the connection of its waist joint as the boundary, the huge metal body was divided into two sections and crashed down, with the break as smooth as a mirror.

"Crack!"

The knife in Zhao Du'an's hand was also overwhelmed and shattered into countless pieces, leaving only the hilt.

The field was silent.

Zhao Du'an exhaled turbid air, and a smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the distant black-robed sorcerer with a stiff body and teased:

Fancy, but a knife from someone.

One knife...

How is it possible?

This shouldn't be the power that a mortal martial artist can unleash... The black-robed sorcerer couldn't believe it, and his worldview almost collapsed.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something and exclaimed:

Martial God inheritance! The pseudo-emperor actually taught you the royal secret biography!

Didn't the Zhang brothers tell you? The news is too outdated... Zhao Du'an complained.

Jin Jian, who was preparing to open up, her eyes lit up, she looked at him in surprise, and then turned to the black-robed sorcerer. Vaguely, a shadow of a waning moon seemed to flash behind her.

"Thump!"

The distracted sorcerer was caught off guard, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight to the ground.

Jin Jian conjured a yellow-skinned gourd with a colorful mask painted on its surface from the air, and pinched it with her small hand.

The mask came alive, opened its big mouth, and with just one swallow, the black-robed sorcerer's soul suddenly detached from his body and was sucked into the yellow-skinned gourd in horror.

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