Chapter 9: Enemy and Friend

At the time of life and death, Ye Zhihang's forehead was shining with a faint leaf-shaped air lines. The light lit up like a needle, and in the blink of an eye, the knife spirit shattered.

"Wan Ye Xuangong!" Song Zhuo shouted in afar and suddenly took the knife away. But it was too late, Ye Zhihang's palm poured out, and his strength shook out with the strange light of Ye Ying, and a large leaf was printed on the tip of the knife.

Song Zhuoyuan tried his whole body to deflect the blade and let go of the overwhelming power from the blade, just like a mountain waterfall. Song Zhuoyuan's wrist was about to break, which stimulated the spirit of the ghosts in his body and resisted it, which could be protected from the strength of Wanye Xuangong. The tip of the knife flowed, and the emptiness stabbed forward. Through many detours, the spirit on the leaf shadow was removed. Ye Ying suddenly appeared a crack in the road and broke up after a knife cut down.

The corners of Ye Zhihang's eyes were cracked, and the catcher who stared at the surrounding ghost house had put the knife on everyone's necks. Several * cried with fear. The old women trembled and trembled with tears in their eyes.

"They are all old, weak women and children. You let them go!" Ye Zhihang shouted fiercely and cheered up his strength. The people who were slightly inferior in the ghost house were also shocked by the sound to make their eardrums hurt.

Song Zhuoyuan held the knife alertly and glanced around. All the people except Ye Zhihang fell into the control of the ghost house. Everyone had no power to fight and trembling pitifully. The old people closed their eyes and sighed, thinking that they would die here today. The woman cried with her child in her arms, and her voice was miserable.

"Our ghost mansion bears the imperial life, and the remnants of Baiyetang, no matter old or young, will all be seized!" When Song Zhuoyuan said this, his tone involuntarily weakened.

"If you catch them back, can they still live?" Ye Zhihang roared angrily, and he had made up his mind that he would try his best to save them.

Although Song Zhuoyuan's face was like iron, he had a hesitation in his heart. Bai Yetang committed the crime of rebellion. In terms of punishment, it must be nine tribes. If these old and young women are taken back, they will definitely die.

But as the head of the ghost house, you must be fair in everything and not let go of these repeat offenders because of selfish thoughts. In the future, it will be difficult for the emperor to ask for his guilt. However, he couldn't bear to send these old women* under the machetes. For a moment, his heart was full of contradictions. Looking at the haunted mansions that put the knife on their soft necks, he could never let these people go in front of them.

Song Zhuoyuan asked himself selfless, but in the face of today's difficulties, he could not harden his heart.

Ye Zhihang's eyes were like lightning and lightning. Song Zhuoyuan looked at him, and his eyes did not give in. There seemed to be an invisible sword confrontation between the two, bursting out countless sparks. But in fact, the idea in Song Zhuoyuan's heart has changed thousands of times, wandering between letting go and not letting go, and Ye Zhihang has only one decision in his heart: to fight to death!

"Good! If you can beat me, I will let them go!" Song Zhuoyuan waved the knife in his hand, and the knife light scratched from the side of his body, as if he had grabbed the curved moon in his hand.

A group of ghosts quickly changed their faces, and they all stared at Song Zhuoyuan in surprise and couldn't believe that he had made this decision.

Ye Zhihang's eyes were changeable, and he also answered loudly, "Okay! I'll come to learn the ghost king's tricks!" Yan Bi took a step and raised the momentum to the extreme.

Song is far away and does not give in. The ghost family is really angry like fire, and the whole person is burning, but there is no open fire.

Ye Zhihang took the lead in taking action, and "Wan Ye Xuangong" was launched. His palms stretched out, and his strange steps came out. Each palms held a leaf shadow. The leaves followed his palms. As soon as his palms were cast out, the two leaves floated up like flying knives, one left and one right.

Song Zhuo's distant eyes are focused, and the trajectory of the two leaf shadows is unpredictable. It is really difficult to dodge with what he can see with the naked eye. With a sharp turn of his mind, he closed his eyes and carried all his spiritual senses to his ears to distinguish the position by sound.

In the dark, his mind has been able to outline the positions of the two leaf shadows, and the two leaves are suddenly separated, as if two winding streams are intertwined and have no rules to follow.

With the sound, he clearly "heard" the landing point of the two leaves.

The knife and meaning are integrated into one.

The blade shook left and right, and Song closed his eyes to control the knife. The sharpness on the knife cut the two leaf shadows that had no traced one by one, and slowly opened his eyes. At the ghost house, he quickly saw that Song Zhuoyuan could also break Ye Zhihang's "Wanye Xuangong" when he closed his eyes. He was shocked and admired, and cheered.

Ye Zhihang was also stunned. Song Zhuoyuan turned into a knife with one hand, and his eyes burst into light, and he read three words: "Ghost knife kill!"

As soon as the words came out, the knife took off his hand, and the black gas wrapped the knife body, like wisps of flame silk. The ghosts really filled the knife body, and the air broke wherever it went, as if the knife had obtained the great power of ghosts and gods, enough to tear open a crack between heaven and earth.

Although the bystander is not an authority, he also feels that the spirit of the knife is strange and strong, and there is an unserily fierceness in it. What's more, the mentally weak people were scared and cried by the ghost on the spot, as if they could see the faces of countless ghosts from the shadow of the knife.

This move of "ghost knife killing" blocked Ye Zhihang to death no matter from the heart, god or momentum. Ye Zhihang only had a quick approaching darkness in his eyes, spitting out the breath of ghosts. His hands and feet seemed to have fallen into invisible constraints, and even his thoughts could not be mobilized. Even if he watched the crisis approaching, he could not resist it. .

Suddenly, he heard the crying of the children beside him. If he poured noodles with cold water, he would clear his spiritual platform. When it was not allowed to go, his palms of his hands were full of lightning, like empty strokes. The half-length leaf shadow instantly rested in front of his palms, full of light, like a shield, and the ghostly knife that came quickly was a sharp arrow.

The ghost knife stabbed on Ye Ying, and Ye Zhihang's palms sank. As if under the power of Qianjun, Ye Ying squeezed back and rolled his waist, showing flexibility, making the ghost knife unable to penetrate Ye Ying.

Ye Zhihang shouted violently and pushed forward with his palms. Ye Ying was like a slingshot pulled to the extreme. He turned the ghost knife back and shot back. The ghost knife followed the original direction and returned, which was faster than when it had just been shot. Song Zhuoyuan took the knife in one hand, and the handle of the knife took his body back ten feet with the force of rebound, and his feet pricked the ground fiercely before he stopped the retreat.

At this time, Ye Zhihang had exhausted his strength and gasped. He really didn't have enough confidence to block Song Yaoyuan's next offensive.

Sure enough, Song Zhuoyuan didn't let Ye Zhihang have a chance to breathe. He flew up, but put the knife behind him and only punched him, and there was a circle of black ghost in his fist.

"Ghost Fist!"

When the fist strength is approaching, Ye Zhihang's ears are like a mountain stone breaking, and it is difficult to find a ghost in front of him. It seems that it is a direct attack, but he can't find the weakest strength of the fist. He can't avoid its edge and attack its shortcomings. He can only be killed obediently.

The boxing wind has pierced his cheeks, and Ye Zhihang can almost see the size of Song Zhuoyuan's fist.

"How come..." Ye Zhihang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he actually saw a flaw in the "ghost boxing" at this time.

This flaw is very obvious. Even people with mediocre martial arts will not reveal the flaw, which is actually exposed in the punch of Song Yaoyuan, the ghost king of the ghost mansion.

With no time to think about it, Ye Zhihang subconsciously waved his palm obliquely and drilled into this flaw.

It is like a wound, the wound is pulled out, exacerbating the injury. But this is the true power of Ye Zhihang's "Wan Ye Xuangong". The fist was shot by Song Zhuoyuan, constantly being hurt by the spirit of "Wanye Xuangong" and the anti-shocking power of "ghost fist killing". Song Zhuoyuan snorted in pain, flew backwards, fell to the ground tragically, holding half of his body with one hand, bleeding from his mouth, and suffered a lot of injuries.

"Ghost King!" Several ghosts arrested the people who couldn't take care of the people they were detained and rushed to help them up.

Song Zhuoyuan stared at Ye Zhihang angrily, barely stood up with the help of the ghost mansion, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said weakly, "You won!"

Ye Zhihang's eyes were not only a little relieved, but also a little puzzled.

"Like I said before, let them go." Song Zhuoyuan coughed a few times and quickly ordered the arresters of the ghost house.

"But..." Those arresters holding the blade were a little hesitant and said with hesitation, "If we let them go, how can we explain to the court?"

"The promise has been made and cannot be broken. I was beyond my ability to make a war treaty, and when I investigate it, I will bear it! Is it glorious for you to take weapons to deal with these unarmed old women and children? Song Zhuoyuan scolded, quickly succumbed to the majesty of the ghost king, and quickly put away the blade. All the people in Baiyetang were relieved, and some even felt that they had escaped from death and cried with joy.

Everyone in the ghost house admired the ghost king. Although they didn't say anything, they had already reached a consensus in their hearts that they would not release the remnants of the white leaf hall today. Instead, they felt that the ghost king made a promise and was open and aboveboard.

"You, take them away." Song Zhuoyuan shouted to Ye Zhihang a little weakly. Ye Zhihang reacted and called everyone to pick up their clothes and leave along the mountain road behind his palace.

Ye Zhihang stopped and suddenly looked back at Song Zhuo. The two looked at each other. They were no longer as hateful as before. Instead, they were more gentle.

"Don't you go yet?!" Song Zhuoyuan shouted, and Ye Zhihang turned around and quickly followed.

After the ghost house and his party rested for a moment, Song Yaoyuan was able to stand on his own and no longer needed the help of others, so he urged everyone to set out and continue to look for the remnants of the White Leaf Hall, but walked in the opposite direction where the White Leaf Hall and his party had just left.

A few days later, the people in the ghost mansion had a meal and slept in the open air. Fortunately, the weather was beautiful and there was no wind or rain. They finally walked out of the mountain forest and came to a small town. Everyone was happy and thought that they finally didn't have to live a life of taking the earth as a quilt. Song Zhuo's internal injury had not healed, and he needed to take good care of himself. He also pushed the boat along the water. According to everyone's wishes, he found an inn and stayed there and rested for a day.

, the ghost arresters also inquired about Baiyetang and others. Almost every family went to inquire. It was not easy to learn from a woman's population that a group of suspicious non-town people had just passed by and left the east entrance. The catchers returned to the inn to report. When Song Zhuoyuan heard it, he couldn't even take a rest and gathered everyone to rush to the east.

Out of the town, no one complained. Song Zhuoyuan was injured. He was the one who needed to rest the most. He just led the crowd forward silently. Who dared to speak out?

After walking for a while, Song's ears were shining, and he heard a voice in front of him. He warned that everyone immediately stepped down slowly and well, but there was no hiding place nearby, and it was difficult to approach the front unconsciously for a moment.

Song Zhuoyuan is experienced and let everyone wait here first. He wants to get up alone and go alone. Even if the enemy is present, he can retreat and guard himself without worrying about the fast arrest of other ghost mansions.

With enough eyesight, Song Zhuoyuan saw someone gathered in front of him, talking and laughing. Song Zhuoyuan raised another ear and transmitted a faint and imperceptible energy to the front, peeping through the energy.

"Hey, a lot of officers and soldiers have been eliminated along the way, and finally we are almost at the border of the Tang Dynasty." A handsome voice came.

"Don't relax your vigilance. I heard that there are also some difficult people among the people who chase us. It's hard to guarantee that they won't catch up here." Another old voice said.

Another familiar voice said, "We still need to be safe and not take it lightly. But now that our families have been sent to a safe place, we finally have lost a concern.

He heard the handsome voice again and said disdainfully, "What are you afraid of? If anyone dares to catch up..."

"Silation!" The old voice warned.

There was no sound again. Song Zhuoyuan was shocked. Suddenly, he was alert and pulled the knife out of the sheath, and the knife body blocked a sudden attack.

The three figures flashed like lightning, surrounding Song Zhuoyuan, and more than a dozen people followed behind them.