The battle had already begun. Guo Nanshan couldn't stay here any longer because of Tong Lu.
But in fact, the battle had ended soon after it began.
Battles between Cultivation practitioners were always cruel, cruel, and quick.
Life and death would be decided in a very short time. Compared to that, battles between mortals were like playing house.
Hundreds of sword lights and magical treasures shuttled back and forth in the night sky. Then, sword lights rained down incessantly. Countless people died.
Looking at the scene in the night sky, Nan Zheng suddenly felt that killing people in Bulao Lin was like playing house.
Even though her Cultivation state was much higher than that of some of the Cultivation practitioners who participated in the battle today.
The Cloud Platform was destroyed just like that.
She turned around and headed down the cloud. She stumbled along the way and fell down the cliff many times. Even though she wasn't injured, she was still in pain.
She knew that the world in the fog was equally dangerous, but she would rather face those dangers than stay on the cloud and watch those scenes.
The world under the cloud was quiet. The sounds of fighting gradually faded away, but her eyes were filled with vigilance. She took down the Green Stone Zither from her back.
Her slender fingers fell on the zither and plucked it noiselessly, emitting a bright sound. The invisible zither music spread in all directions, cutting through the dense fog.
Clap, clap, clap.
Several muffled sounds rang out one after another.
The cavalrymen of the Magic Army hiding in the darkness knew that they had been discovered, so they charged at once. Their heavy iron hooves stomped on the ground, shaking the ground.
Nan Zheng held the zither with one hand and quickly retreated, but she couldn't avoid several cavalrymen charging at her from the side.
Accompanied by the muffled sounds of collision, she retreated to the bottom of a cliff, her face pale.
The talisman paper cut open by the zither music was burning, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the surroundings.
At least dozens of cavalrymen of the Magic Army appeared in her sight. They were so densely packed that they looked like a stone forest.
Nan Zheng looked fearlessly at the leader of the cavalrymen at the front.
That leader's face was hidden in his helmet, so only his eyes could be seen. His eyes were clean and young, but they were extremely callous.
Nan Zheng looked down and saw that the leader of the cavalrymen carried a flying sword on his back.
The flying sword was tightly bound and exuded a faint cold aura. It was obviously not ordinary.
The leader of the cavalrymen took out his magic tool and looked at the portrait in the clear light. He then looked at Nan Zheng's face, which was illuminated by the clear light, and said, "You are the assassin of Bulao Lin. I will only give you three breaths' time to surrender."
This cavalry commander was Gu Pan, who had led his subordinates to search for something during the day.
On the way back, he didn't want to cause any trouble, but since he had encountered Bulao Lin's assassins, he couldn't just leave like that.
Of course, Nan Zheng wouldn't surrender. Nor did she intend to wait for her opponent to finish the count of three breaths. Her right hand reached for the Barren Vase at her waist.
She hadn't learned the secret method of the Blood Demon Church, so she couldn't exert the full power of the Barren Bottle like Yu Buhuan. But it should be enough to stop these cavalrymen.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the Four Barren Vase, a gust of wind suddenly blew in front of the cliff.
It was a misty spring night, but the wind was extremely cold.
There was no warmth or moisture in the wind.
Someone came to her side along with the wind and took down the Green Stone Zither on her back. Then he walked to the front of the cavalrymen.
Nan Zheng was shocked. This person didn't have a strong aura, but why didn't she have any intention to resist when he took away the Green Stone Zither?
It was a young girl in white. Her face was covered with a white veil. The white veil fluttered in the wind, revealing an ordinary face.
Gu Pan said in a deep voice, "Tell me your name."
The young girl in white had an extremely gentle aura. It was obvious that she had practiced the orthodox Xuanmen Cultivation Method. She should be an orthodox practitioner.
But because of her action, Gu Pan and the cavalrymen of the Magic Army were still vigilant.
The young girl in white said, "You don't need to know who I am, but you should know my purpose."
Gu Pan's face was covered by the armor, but his eyes that were exposed showed a dignified expression.
Could it be that her target was the sword on his back?
This was a top-secret operation. How could she know about it?
The young girl in white knew that these cavalrymen of the Magic Army wouldn't exchange swords. So she didn't say anything more. She put her right hand on the surface of the zither and hooked it with her index finger.
Buzz!
The sound of the zither rang out.
Nan Zheng could see clearly from behind that the young girl had never played the zither before. She was playing the zither with the technique. Even this technique seemed a little jerky, even clumsy, as if she was a beginner. But the sound of the zither … was too clear. Even the cry of a young phoenix couldn't compare.
And why did the sound of the zither carry such a strong murderous aura?
Those cavalrymen of the Magic Army were ordinary people, so they couldn't tell how terrifying the sound of the zither was.
But their mounts could sense it clearly. They seemed extremely restless and uneasy. Ignoring the control of their masters, they turned around and fled into the distance.
But it was too late. The sound of the zither that was full of murderous aura spread in all directions. It easily touched the talisman papers on the cavalrymen and their mounts and then shredded them.
Those talisman papers had just been ignited and didn't have the time to emit the last ray of light before they turned into scattered sparks like fireflies.
The hundreds of cavalrymen fell from their mounts one after another before the fireflies completely disappeared. Their mounts also fell to the ground with a dense and heavy thud.
Without the help of Yimaozhai's talisman papers, the cavalrymen and warhorses couldn't bear such heavy armors. They fell to the ground and kept struggling, but couldn't stand up.
The young girl in white walked forward and took the flying sword from Gu Pan's back. Feeling the cold aura coming from the sword, she nodded in satisfaction.
She didn't know what method she used, but the sword disappeared from her palm.
She turned around and walked toward Nan Zheng.
Gu Pan was an external disciple of the Zhongzhou State. Even though his Cultivation state was ordinary, he was still a Cultivation practitioner. He forcefully pushed away the mount on his legs and took off his heavy armor with difficulty, revealing his sweaty face and anxious eyes.
He looked at the back of the young girl and yelled, "Who are you?"
The young girl in white ignored him. She walked to Nan Zheng and asked, "Are you from the Barbarian Tribe?"
Nan Zheng nodded nervously. Her aura wasn't strong, but her intuition told her that she would regret it if she attacked her.
"Your name?" the young girl asked.
"Nan Zheng," she answered.
The young girl in white asked, "What's the relationship between you and Nan Wang?"
Judging from her aura, the young girl was obviously a Cultivation practitioner of the Orthodox Cultivation sects. Maybe she knew Nan Wang.
Nan Zheng thought that if she told the truth, there might be a problem.
Just as she was about to lie, she recalled the scenes in the cloud and suddenly felt tired. She said through gritted teeth, "She's a member of my tribe, but also my enemy."
Having said that, the corners of her mouth showed a sneer of mockery, and she was ready to fight.
She knew she wasn't a match for the young girl, but she couldn't die like this.
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