Genius Spirit Master

Chapter 154 Follow me to the City of Light (2)
"Are you saying you're going to fight him again?"

At some point in the hand of the Son of Light, a black long whip appeared in his hand, and without seeing how he moved, he whipped it fiercely at Yin Lang, who was caught at his feet by the distance.The whip immediately wrapped itself around Yin Lang's neck as if consciously, only to hear a few clucks of broken bones, and Yin Lang's head tilted to the side at an angle that would never have been possible in life, half-opened and begging for mercy In his mouth, the tongue hangs down, and he has already lost his life!

Although she didn't intend to let the person who knew the secret go, but seeing the Son of Light killing people without warning, Feng Wu still felt terrified.She knew that most of the other party's demeanor of killing chickens and respecting monkeys was for her to see.

Sure enough, after the blow was successful, the Son of Light did not take back his long whip: "The matter is over, should you be free? Besides, I hate procrastination and duplicity the most in my life. I hope you are not such a person."

I don't like people who procrastinate and talk duplicity.

After saying these half-threatening words, the Son of Light realized belatedly: Isn't he doing the most annoying thing in the first place?

If he had encountered such a situation before, he would have taken the suspect back to Guangming City without further ado.But today, he gave this girl a chance again and again.He couldn't restrain the excitement and love in his heart, as if she shouldn't be the suspect he was chasing, but the treasure he cared for and treasured in his palm.

It's totally against his style of doing things.

Why?Could it be because of the slight throbbing in Mo Ming's heart when he first met?

The Son of Light coldly analyzes his feelings, but he can't figure out why he has inexplicable affection and pity for Feng Wu. The holy religion has been established since ancient times. Anyone who has a priesthood in Guangming City, down to ordinary priests , up to the Sons of Light and even the holy priests are not allowed to marry wives, but they tacitly allow them to have their own lovers.His adoptive father who is half master and half father, the current holy priest has seven lovers, and the large number of wing guards basically have their own lovers.

Only he is an anomaly, he has no memory of six years ago, but since he entered the temple six years ago, he has never had any thoughts about any woman.For this reason, there are even rumors in Guangming City that he likes masculinity, but he is actually the pamper of the holy priest.

Could it be that his palpitations came from falling in love with this little girl at first sight?
His scrutinizing eyes scanned Feng Wu's perfect face and figure inch by inch, and the Son of Light immediately denied his own thoughts: He didn't have any impulse or demand for her, he just wanted to pamper her and take care of her.That feeling is by no means love, but like...family affection?
Facing the noun that suddenly appeared in his mind, Son of Light couldn't help but frown.

Seeing the other party staring at her, she was speechless for a long time, and Feng Wu thought that the Son of Light was using her gaze as a silent threat.

Ever since she saw this man, she had never had any hope of getting better.Although she witnessed Yin Lang's death, she was still unafraid, took out the bright red and jade-like Suzaku swords, raised her head and said: "I don't think it was wrong for me to kill that scum, so I will never go back with you Accept what kind of bullshit trial."

Her words caused the Son of Light to temporarily put aside his puzzling thoughts: Whatever he does, subdue this girl first!

Feng Wu, who had been paying attention to his expression, saw the murderous look in his eyes, and immediately launched an offensive.The Suzaku spiritual power in Shen Yun's body gushed out from the two swords at a crazy speed, and with Feng Wu's swing of the sword, it turned into a crimson light that was half curved like a crescent moon, and struck at the Son of Light like lightning!

Feng Wu knew that the other party was a level higher than her, and she could never be his opponent.In this battle, the only way is to use speed to temporarily suppress the opponent, and then take the opportunity to escape!

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to dodge this attack from close range.But the figure of the Son of Light was like a ghost, and at the moment when the half-curved red light was about to cut across his body, he suddenly moved away, relying on his wonderful body skills, to avoid the blow.

Seeing this, Feng Wu raised her eyebrows: "What if this is the case?"

She suddenly danced the sword flower, sealing the Son of Light's Sifang retreat.The quintessential and powerful aura responded to the call, and instantly intertwined into a fiery red light net visible to the naked eye, enclosing the Son of Light airtightly.

She used a similar trick to get Xiaotuanzi's father.But the Son of Light's mind is obviously more flexible than the water monster, and his gaze is more vicious.But seeing his shoulders slightly shrugged and his long legs slightly bent, he actually caught the flaw of the optical net, and found a tricky angle to escape from the optical net from above.

With a thought in Feng Wu's mind, densely intertwined auras danced and entangled into a huge beam of light.Then she backhanded a sword, and another powerful spiritual force flew towards the tail of the beam of light. The two quickly melted into one, faster, and hit the Son of Light above!
The tyrannical force hits the tyrannical person, but there is an earth-shattering loud noise.Although it was daytime, the white light from the two was still dazzling.It seemed as if a second small sun had risen in midair, instantly dispelling the heavy dust that blinded people's eyes.

A successful blow, but Feng Wu didn't give up, manipulating the two swords in his hands to almost crazily absorb the spiritual power in his body, releasing power to the opponent in an endless stream.She knows how terrifying the upper rank is, and she absolutely dare not be careless.

The successive attacks lasted for a full quarter, and when Feng Wu's meridians were no longer strong enough to bear the huge burden brought by the overloaded operation, she gasped and stopped.Resisting the needle-like pain all over his body, he looked up to see how his opponent was doing.

Losing the power to collide, the light gradually dimmed, turning into fragments and falling down like white feathers.Among the snowy flying feathers all over the sky, a tall figure loomed.

But how can qualitative and invisible power be condensed into fragments?
Feng Wu subconsciously caught a fragment, and then found that it was an extremely flexible fabric, which looked familiar, but it seemed...

"You can actually break through my protective cloak, not bad."

The fragments were scattered, and the Son of Light, who had lost the cover of his cloak, revealed his tall and vigorous figure without any cover in mid-air.The headband that bound his hair was also interrupted just now, and the long jet black hair was scattered on his shoulders, but it didn't look weak, but instead added a bit of fierce aggression to his nobility.After the repeated attacks just now, he didn't even have a single bit of disordered breathing, and he was still strolling in the garden, luxurious and calm.

(End of this chapter)