Way of Choices

Tianhai Zhanyi found himself flying.

Then he found that he had regained control of his body, and subconsciously began to wave his arms, like a puppet dancing, ridiculous. But there is still no way to change his trajectory. Looking at Nanke's small face, which was getting closer and clearer, he showed a look of despair and closed his eyes.

He fell into the hands of Nan Ke, but did not die.

Nanke grabbed his front flap and lifted him into the night sky.

Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body shook uncontrollably, and uttered a wail.

Nanke looked at him sideways. Some wooden eyes had a confused expression, and some didn't understand what was going on.

Tianhai Zhanyi didn't understand what was happening, and his fear was at its extreme.

Nanke's eyes crossed him and looked across.

Whether it is Songshan Military Mansion, Peerless Sect, or Tianhai family sergeants and masters, at this time, they are very at a loss. I don’t know what is going on.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei are no longer on the mountain road.

There were two sounds of breaking wind in the snowy mountains under the night, and occasionally the sound of pine trees being broken was heard.

There was a figure galloping towards the snow valley below the cliff, and another figure galloping towards the snow peak.

In just a moment, the two figures have gone hundreds of feet away.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei left.

They walked in such a decisive manner, ignoring the life and death of these subordinates and cronies who remained in the field.

Obviously, this is their long-term plan and arrangement, and there has been a tacit understanding between them.

At the beginning, Zhu Ye's question to the middle-aged scholar and the dialogue between the two were all blinding.

They smashed Tianhai Zhanyi towards Nanke just to get more time.

They fled in two different directions, just to fight for a little more possibility.

Everything is for escape.

Zhu Ye never thought of staying and fighting Nanke, not because he was afraid of Nanke's strength, but because he couldn't see through another person.

That middle-aged scholar.

According to rumors, the elder Zhuyin Wu who had been with Nan Ke was indeed very good at making enemies, but he was very convinced that the man had already died in Zhou Yuan.

Who is the middle-aged scholar who plays the piano?

Zhu Ye thought of a possibility, but that kind of conjecture was too shocking, so he couldn't believe it himself.

When the crossbow rained down on the mountain road, he didn't pay attention to Nan Ke's response at all, but stared at the middle-aged scholar-the middle-aged scholar only looked down at the Guqin in his arms. The strings didn't move, let alone avoid, but those **** crossbow arrows attached to the holy light floated away as if in fear.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ye felt that his conjecture might be true.

Even if it is only one in a thousand, the middle-aged scholar is really the one he thinks of. If he doesn’t leave, he will definitely die here tonight.

So he decided to run away without hesitation, even if it seemed so shameless and pitiful.

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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei disappeared into the snowy mountains under the night, just like two dogs who lost their families.

The masters of Songshan Military Mansion and Peerless Sect were at a loss, not knowing what was going on, let alone what to do next.

The people of the Tianhai family watched their young master fall into the hands of the Mozu princess, and they were extremely nervous.

Tianhai Zhanyi looked at Nanke's eyes, the fear was to the extreme, the shadow of death gave him unimaginable courage, shouted with a crying cry, his hands smashed towards Nanke's forehead.

He looked very flustered, and his fist seemed to have no rules, but no one knew that these two fists were the masters of the Tianhai family-holding the tail!

Two bright lights tore the dark night, and Tianhai's double fists hit Nanke like lightning, hitting them accurately without deviation.

There were two extremely clear dull percussive sounds that rang on the mountain road.

Nan Ke didn't avoid his fist, even did not avoid the movement, still looked at him expressionlessly.

The night breeze flicked, and a black hair floated from her temples, without breaking, and she was naturally not injured.

No one will avoid the forelimb waving by a praying mantis on the road, and she will ignore Tianhai Zhanyi's shot.

Although the Tianhai family is very strong, but his fist is weak.

The insurmountable gap between the realms will make all the tricks meaningless.

Tianhai Zhanyi desperately wanted to say a few words to ask the other party to spare his life, but he said nothing.

Nanke Song hand put him down, walked to the side of the mountain road to look at Xueling under the night, no wings were seen behind him.

She looked at the two high-speed leaving figures between the peak and the cliff, silently thinking that these two people should be regarded as big figures of the human race. I think so, in the future this situation must be killed in the first place.

Tianhai Zhanyi looked at her back, feeling a little confused, not knowing what was going on.

Then he suddenly felt a little sweet in his throat, and then felt a little cold in his heart.

He looked down and saw that one feather was being inserted into his throat, while the other feather was deeply inserted into his chest.

Yuling is green, and under the darkness of the ink, it looks extraordinarily fascinating and is held in the hands of the two demon beauties.

With two soft sounds, the green feathers disappeared, and the two demon beauties turned into countless light spots to dissipate, and then reunited by the mountain road, returning to the wings and gently swinging.

Tianhai Zhanyi fell to his knees, clutching his throat and chest, watching the blood that had been poisoned in green overflowing from his fingers, and gradually lost his breath.

Nan Ke did not look at him, but still looked at the two figures between the mountains.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei's escape directions are diametrically opposed, even if she has the most incredible speed in the world, within this snow range, she can only catch up with one of the fastest, and with her real strength, only one person They dare not claim to be victorious. After all, the two are real human powerhouses, not Tianhai Zhanyi.

Naturally, she looked to middle-aged scholars and asked what to do.

The middle-aged scholar ignored her, lowered her head, looked at the strings without wind and fretting, and was very focused.

Nanke understood.

Her wings fluttered and the snow and snow danced. She turned into a green streamer and disappeared into the night.

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It is said that going down a mountain is harder than going up a mountain, but when speed is really needed, everyone knows that going up a mountain is definitely not as fast as running down a cliff. But Zhu Ye chose to go up to Xuefeng instead of letting Ning Shiwei, but because he knew that tonight's escape did not depend entirely on the speed. The faster the safety, the more dangerous it might be.

If he wants to chase down two fugitives, he will definitely go to the fastest one first.

As expected, he did not hear the sound of the wind breaking behind him for a while, nor did he see the green streamer.

He was very happy, but he did not dare to have any relaxation. True Yuan was in luck. He gave full play to the Peerless Sect’s light body method. In a moment, he had swept out more than ten miles to the top of Xuefeng, as long as he went forward Hurrying hundreds of feet, you can turn over the mountain gap, see the lights of Gaoyang Town, and alarm the garrison there.

His breath has become very fast, and he can hear the heavy weight hidden in it.

The slightly illuminated night sky above Shan Huo appeared in his eyes, allowing Zhenyuan, who was nearly exhausted, to regenerate his new strength, and his footwork was accelerated again.

At this moment, an extremely slight voice rang behind him.

It seems that a piece of thin ice fell on another piece of ice. It seemed that the night wind cut a line of ice. Someone pulled the strings.

This is an illusion.

This must be an illusion.

Zhu Ye said to herself.

He didn't turn around, but still ran forward, his breathing more and more rapid and heavier and heavier, and he gradually smelled of despair.

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