Chapter 97 Stone Statue After

listening to Heshia's narration, the scene fell into a brief silence, but the god general grinned again.

"It's okay for the young lady to joke, but if you really say such things, it will only make people feel naive." What even Jielou City couldn't do, how could this lonely girl do it? She looked at most 17 years old, how much ability could she have.

Although it is a good thing to have ambitions, but if you say it at this age, it will only make people feel naive and funny. Many people present thought so in their hearts.

Seeing that everyone found it hard to believe, Heshia was not in a hurry. It was also a good choice to spend this half hour safely.

Unfortunately, the ruler of Jielou City didn't think so.

"Although you are the daughter of Yongrong, what happened today is still beyond the rules."

"Let those sword guards disperse, and then I will put you in confinement for half a year. In the future, inherit your mother's duties well." Although he had some contempt for Heshia before, the battle just now also made Gu Qianlou see the extraordinary talent of this girl, and he had a heart of love for talent in his heart.

She is so young and has such strength. If she is well educated and trained, she may be able to take over my position in the future. Besides, she is my sister's daughter, and they are not distant in terms of emotional ties.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." Heshia shook her head and declined.

Gu Qianlou was annoyed by Heshia's unwillingness to listen to good advice. It was not only because she was disobedient, but also because her expression reminded him of Gu Yongrong twenty years ago.

The girl in the snow-sleeved red skirt at that time was also the same. Later, she followed outsiders to leave Jielou City. The lack of support and trust in his actions made the brother unable to let go for a long time. Whenever he thought of it, he would be angry.

"It seems that I must teach you a lesson today." His voice gradually became stern, and then he waved his hand, and the surrounding black-faced gods stepped forward again.

Like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, thirty black-faced gods brought up the air waves and the screams of weapons, and slashed down in an instant. Heshia had no choice but to dodge again, and the situation became more and more critical.

Although he would not be killed, he would inevitably be injured and restrained. Even if the plane of Edes Academy arrived, it would be difficult to use and change the situation in Jielou City.

Just as Heshia was considering whether to secretly use her innate ability and temporarily flash away, a silver snow-like light slash swept into the array of black-faced generals and helped them out.

"Ah, it seems that I am late." Feng Jianxue waved a silver long sword from nowhere and blocked in front of Heshia. A cold breath emanated from him, making the surrounding black-faced generals slow down a bit.

"Who are you!"

The black-clothed and black-armored generals who surrounded the two attacked again, but this time their moves were much more fierce. After all, the man opposite was not Heshia, so what if he was injured or killed.

The silver blade danced with the sleeves, like a large piece of snowflakes spinning, and ice blades were scattered and splashed, forcing or freezing the approaching generals. This stranger from Feiyu Star Region was not an ordinary person.

Although it was a little funny and out of tune at first, it did not prevent him from being a rare master when he got serious.

Facing this gorgeous and magnificent swordsmanship, as well as the agile and strange steps and figure, Gu Qianlou slowly frowned. Although he did not know the other party's name, he could guess that this was a person who had a relationship with the direct descendant of the past.

"Flying Snow Blade·Walking Alone in the Cold River!"

After sweeping away the black-faced god general beside him, Feng Jianxue turned the blade in his hand, and then his figure was like lightning, passing through the blocked crowd in an instant, and went straight to Gu Qianlou standing behind.

To capture the thief, you must first capture the king. Instead of constantly fighting with a group of "god generals", it is better to take this person down directly.

"Dang——" The crisp sound of swords colliding rang out.

I saw the snow-colored long sword and the pitch-black ancient sword collided with each other, shaking off sparks and debris, and then the two retreated half a step, and then stepped forward again, and the snow-colored swords and black swords kept intersecting in the venue, causing fierce collisions and clashes.

More than ten seconds later, the two separated again. Feng Jianxue had a bloody wound on her moon-white clothes, and Gu Qianlou's wrist was bleeding.

"You are worthy of being the current leader of Jielou City. I admire you." Feng Jianxue's words were not a mockery. After all, Jielou City is located in a remote area with scarce resources. It is rare for a Sequence 6 Transcendent like Gu Qianlou to appear. "

Hehe, are you afraid to reveal your identity? You are still trying to lead the topic." Gu Qianlou shook the blood off his wrist and sword, and a servant beside him carefully wiped the blood off his wrist with a white towel.

"As for my identity, it's better not to tell me for now." Feng Jianxue shook her head, not caring about the contemptuous looks of the surrounding gods.

"I didn't want to conflict with you all. Everyone should just take what they need, but it seems that something unexpected happened today. How about I take Heshia away and you stop chasing me?"

"No way! How can we let His Highness go with you?" Before the 'divine generals' even opened their mouths, the 'sword guards' were already unwilling.

Twenty years ago, an unknown young man from outside kidnapped the pearl of Jielou City at that time. Now it's going to happen again? This is simply unacceptable.

"Hey, everyone, please talk it over. There's no need to be so rigid. Think about it carefully. Now is the time to stop. If you continue, I'm afraid it will hurt the family relationship and harmony." He began to argue, and his eyes wandered across the audience.

"No need to waste time talking to this person, go!" The leading 'divine general' shouted, and then everyone rushed forward again, forcing Feng Jianxue into a fight.

"This is really..." Feng Jianxue shook his head while waving the snow-like sharp knife. The knife light continued, like a residual snow curtain, constantly sweeping away or dodging the incoming attacks. Putting aside the image of a chatterbox before, his posture at this time was still very chic and handsome.

Seeing that the gods could not take down the distant visitor in a short time, Gu Qianlou raised his hand and asked them to retreat for the time being.

"Oh, are you going to do it yourself?" Feng Jianxue looked at him with interest.

Gu Qianlou shook his head slowly, and then the scabbard in his hand fell to the ground, and a colorless ripple spread. The floor under his feet kept shaking, and a deafening roar continued to sound.

Just as everyone was standing unsteadily and staggering, an extremely thick arm suddenly broke out of the ground, and then pressed it to the ground fiercely, and the palm wind whistled, instantly shattering many stones and floors.

Pulling Heshia to avoid the slap, Feng Jianxue led the girl to retreat one after another until they stopped a hundred meters away.

A huge god general about 30 meters tall slowly crawled out from the ground. He was wearing a golden copper armor full of rust and corrosion, and his body was painted with green and red paint. The sound of gears turning came from the joints of his limbs. When he raised his head, the bronze eyeballs in his eye sockets slowly turned, and a golden light emerged.

As it gradually climbed out of the ground and stood firm, another giant god general of the same size climbed out and stood up in front of the ancestral hall.

These two huge gods were like pillars of heaven, overlooking the tiny people below. The roaring sound of mechanical operation sounded in the bodies of these giant gods, and then the gaps in the armor bloomed with golden light, and layers of mud and rust peeled off. At the same time, a series of golden halos appeared behind the two mountain-like gods.

Suppressed by the golden halos behind them, the Aijiaka particles in the entire forbidden city slowed down, and it became increasingly difficult to condense magic power.

Soon, golden and red magic light bands formed on the arms and backs of the two gods, like the dancing fairy belts used as decorations on the generals in ancient murals. This light band composed purely of magic, if you observe carefully while it is flying, you can see the complex and dense golden veins in it, like some kind of curse enchantment, which makes the giant gods covered with layers of protection from attacks.

"Tsk."

Feng Jianxue waved the snow-colored long sword in her hand, and the moon-white arc of light hit the god general in the distance, like a peanut shell hitting steel, and was directly bounced away without any destructive power.

"This is probably the combat power of Sequence 7, it's really terrible." Feng Jianxue shook his head, feeling that Jielou City was rich enough to hide such a thing.

"Are you going to leave, Heshia? Although these two big guys are very powerful, they shouldn't be able to run fast. As long as we run faster..." He turned back to look at the girl behind him, but found that she had disappeared.

The blue hairband like delphinium fluttered, and Heshia stepped lightly on the eaves of the pavilion and jumped directly. Her figure was as light as a bird, and when she reached the sky, a long sword condensed by blue crystals also appeared beside her.

In response, Gu Qianlou below paused his sword, and then two giant god generals swung their huge long swords up to 32 meters long, and the speed was slow at first and then fast, sweeping and shattering the ice crystal long swords pouring down from the sky.

Heshia didn't care about this. She had expected this result. When the giant god swung his sword, he dived down and instantly turned into three white threads that wrapped around the god's arm. The blade created long grooves on the thick armor. The blue crystals continued to erode the golden protective layer on the armor, and finally broke into ice and cracked, leaving gray and white fragments.

Although the two giant god generals had power close to Sequence 7, they were not Sequence 7 after all. They were rigid mechanical creations with many shortcomings and deficiencies.

After being approached by Heshia, the two god generals faced Heshia, who was as agile as a swallow, and kept slapping and slashing, but they could never catch up. In the end, they could only see the armor on their bodies being peeled off layer by layer, and the heat waves emitted by the body became higher and higher.

In the end, the fighting style of this unit was still too monotonous.

Feng Jianxue, who was watching this scene from a distance, could not help but admire Heshia's boldness. It was not that he did not see the shortcomings of the two gods, but he would not risk his life to try. In such a highly tense close combat, the two gods could lose hundreds of times, and he would never be able to escape if he was hit once.

"However, even if the two gods have shortcomings, they can fight against them at this age without losing the upper hand..." Feng Jianxue shook his head.

"I am afraid that not only I, but also Gu Qianlou has underestimated the terrifying degree of her talent. Among the descendants of the major sects in the past, there is probably no more dazzling new star than this."

(End of this chapter)