Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1039 - 620: The Turk Eagle Bearing an Iron Casket (Sentiment for Mountains and Waters, He’s Jade+)_2
Yan Er’s pupils narrowed sharply.
"Not good, their target is the seventh floor!"
Has someone already made it to the seventh floor first?
So be it.
Sui Yi frowned, released her grip, and the White Jade Guanyin, relieved of its weight, landed steadily.
At that moment, Sui Yi tapped her foot and leaped upward, grabbing onto the railing!
She passed the fourth floor, then the fifth floor....
She intends to head for the seventh floor!
However, someone is not willing.
Yuwen Huaji slammed his palm onto the table!
Crash!
The large square table was flipped into the air, spinning and hurtling toward Sui Yi, who had just landed on the fifth-floor railing.
And Sui Yi’s position was right next to the Yellow Character Room.
She hadn’t made a move yet.
The middle-aged man from the Yellow Character Room took a step forward, reached out a hand, and condensed his inner strength into a palm shape. From a meter away, the table was crushed into powder out of thin air.
Opposite, Yuwen Huaji frowned. Who is this person that suddenly appeared?
But he couldn’t concern himself with this middle-aged man; he quickly grabbed the other end of the rope tied to the White Jade Guanyin, pulled, and flew toward Sui Yi....
He turned and drew a blade!
Clang!!
The blade struck the sword sheath, Yuwen Huaji only noticed the person’s eyes narrowing, then a twist of the wrist, and the sword with sheath spun away. Taking advantage of the position, the person grabbed the sword again, and a mere shadow leaped to the sixth floor.
This person has always been mysterious. Could there truly be some treasure in Baonong Hall that caught her attention?
Yuwen Huaji felt a jolt in his heart, seeing that Shi Long below had already been restrained, he decided to probe Sui Yi’s depth and followed her up.
Seventh floor.
A floor full of unconscious black-clad figures.
Only one dark figure was carrying a huge iron box, leaping out from the wide-open large skylight....
The box is really big, like a coffin.
As he jumped out, he heard footsteps. Turning his head, he saw an ordinary-looking swordsman whose identity was unclear.
He only glanced once, thinking of taking action, but a few exceptionally strong pressures were approaching from behind, so he decisively turned his head and jumped out the window.
He jumped out, but Sui Yi stood in place.
Streams of shadows shot to the seventh floor.
From all directions came people.
Each had a Lesser Grandmaster Level master.
They saw the shadow leaping out and were momentarily stunned, even more surprised that the Nameless Swordsman who arrived first didn’t pursue the flying thief but instead waved a strange gesture in the air.
The ring on his finger seemed to light up strangely.
Then...
She abruptly shot out like a shadow.
Wind Moon House’s rooftop, at this ancient height, the seventh floor’s peak was considered quite tall.
With the wind rushing past, the tall man carrying the enormous iron box, possessing unknown brute strength, astonishingly leaped lightly onto the rooftop, scanning into the distance as if surveying something.
But at this moment,
someone shot out from the window behind.
It was that person just now.
Whoosh whoosh.
The wind roared.
Blue robe flapping.
Yuwen Huaji and others flew out, each standing at one end.
The tall man with the iron box scanned everyone and suddenly laughed harshly.
"Yuwen Huaji, Fu Gongshuo, and even the Giant Leviathan Gang’s leader Yun Yuzhen, quite the setup...but today this Extraterrestrial Treasure, I’m taking it with me."
"None of you can stop me."
Yun Yuzhen turned out to be the young master, at this moment tearing off the human skin mask, revealing a pretty and beautiful face, and with a furrowed brow, she coldly snorted, "You are quite amusing to set up such a grand scheme just to take the Extraterrestrial Treasure in such a manner. Unfortunately, it’s a pity. Our Sea Sand Gang was entrusted, and you can’t take away this Extraterrestrial Treasure!"
Then, an old man behind Yun Yuzhen suddenly made a move!
This person indeed had a Lesser Grandmaster Level strength, but only that.
A palm clash.
Boom!
The old man was actually forced back over ten steps.
With a shocked face, "Such mighty strength, are you a Turk?"
The man didn’t speak, he just suddenly smiled and said, "They’re here."
What has come?
It was a group of giant eagles flying from beyond the sky.
Even Yuwen Huaji and the others were shocked.
"Turns out it’s the Turks!"
"This person is definitely from the Turks’ Eagle Controlling Troop..."
"How did they come to our Great Sui..."
Right at the moment when this person forced back the Giant Leviathan Gang’s master with a palm, and everyone else including Yuwen Huaji was silent...
Clang!
The sound of drawing a sword was so clear.
It was like tearing through the darkness with ferocity, yet like slow and deep tearing of a brocade.
At that time, the first and second floors of Wind Moon House were empty, as people had fled in embarrassment outside the courtyard. They looked up and could see the confrontation on the pinnacle of Wind Moon House.
The several great masters stood tall on the eaves, the one carrying the huge iron box was so conspicuous.
But, when that Teacher drew his sword, no one paid attention to anything else.
Jia Xing and those people stared wide-eyed.
Seo Ziling and Kou Zhong also stared wide-eyed.
On the peak.
Sui Yi’s Demon Que unsheathed.
The sword gleamed with a cold light.
Yuwen Huaji squinted, holding back his forces, and the Yellow Character Room’s master remained still.
The Turk master steadily watched Sui Yi, his fingers slowly moving, making a creaking sound.
A master, this unassuming person is a master.
The wind floated.
A shimmer in Sui Yi’s eyes synchronized with the sudden laser-like light in the Turk master’s eyes.
Then...
Swish!
The Turk master moved first!
He was incredibly fast, in an instant, shadows intertwined, raising a palm, with a fierce tiger trapped within.
The tiger descends the mountain.
The tiger’s roar sounds.
The sword rises!
Silver light floats together, enormously sharp sword feathers!
Cling clang clang!
In an instant, three exchanges. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
It was essentially one sword turning into many swords, and that fist breaking through many swords.
In the end, one sword versus one punch,
Boom, boom!
The air exploded with energy waves.
Both were forced back simultaneously....
Pop! The Turk master tapped on a tile underfoot, turning it into powder, stabilizing his body and looking up, seeing the swordsman effortlessly shoot back as if a rootless feather in flight, reaching the roof ridge, where he tapped his foot, leaping up.
The sword was so fast it left no shadow. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)
