At the third hour of Xu, Su Ji woke up from entering into meditation.

Today he entered into a shallow state of meditation because his mind was a little uneasy.

He felt something was wrong around him.

A mosquito hit a spider web, flapped its wings, trying to break free. But it could do nothing.

But Su Ji felt that the sound of the mosquito was too harsh.

No matter how good his ears are, he will not feel the sound of mosquitoes struggling in the spider webs harshly, because the surrounding environment is too quiet.

There was not only Su Ji in the imperial prison, but also other prison guards. Although Su Ji was at the bottom, there should be someone outside at this time.

It was not yet time to fall asleep late at night.

What's more, Su Ji concentrated his attention and could hear the sound of rain coming from a distance.

That was already outside the imperial prison.

The entire imperial prison seemed to have become an empty ghost.

Quiet!

From then on, he noticed a thin layer of frost on the Feijing Sword.

Su Ji wiped it for a moment and immediately felt that his true qi was corroded, but the innate qigong was strong and quickly eliminated the strangeness.

"This is a toxin similar to Huagong San." Su Ji realized something.

Because of its magic, Feijing Jian absorbed and digested the toxin in the air, but it still left a little residue. If it was a while later, even this residue would be digested by Feijing Jian.

This is probably related to Feijing Jian's ability to swallow the essence of heaven and earth, and toxins have also become Feijing Jian's food rations.

Su Ji was not affected, but other people in the prison were inevitably affected.

Perhaps the entire imperial prison is now the only one who has the ability to move freely.

The first thing Su Ji did was to see Fan Zhongxuan.

He said, "This is the Nine Nether Wind from the Underworld. After being hit, you can't even recover your skills within an hour."

Su Ji said: "Are you okay?"

Fan Zhongxuan said: "Look at me like this, what's the difference between having something to do and having nothing to do?"

Su Ji said: "But their target should be you."

Fan Zhongxuan shook his head and said, "No."

Su Ji quickly reacted and said, "It seems that you have something that they are interested in."

Fan Zhongxuan nodded with a smile.

Su Ji wanted to say something else, but suddenly frowned.

Someone has arrived.

He flew out and pressed the mechanism. The cell where the two iron goalkeeper Fan Zhongxuan was locked completely.

Pull down the main gate and turn off the lights in all channels.

Silence and darkness completely envelop the prison.

Su Ji's body melted into the darkness. He didn't know what was waiting for him in the darkness, but it seemed like a tiger was about to get out of the gate in his heart.

The underworld has been locked up for more than half a year.

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There are eighteen levels of government agencies in the imperial prison. Su Ji walked out and passed by five government agencies, each of which was destroyed by silent force.

He did not move forward because the enemy had arrived.

He could not see the other person, could not hear the other person's footsteps or breathing.

But Su Ji did know that the enemy was nearby, just as the other party knew that he was not far away.

Gently poked out his steps, like the lightness of a tiger before hunting.

Su Ji tried not to make any sound, and even lowered the airflow brought out from his body to a slightest. It was one thing to know that he was nearby, and it was another to clarify his position.

If you don't expose your own side, you will take the initiative.

In the quiet dungeon passage, two people who cannot see each other are actually doing the same thing.

Only the increasingly dangerous feeling in my heart reminded the two that the opponent was getting closer and closer.

The heavy rain outside the prison seemed particularly clear in the quiet place.

Then there is the sound of water dropping.

Su Ji realized that his nose was cold, and that was the zenith of the passage was leaking.

It was just now.

A jade hand slapped it, and the skin on the hand was radiantly shining.

When Su Ji realized it, the strong wind had already forced him to breathe.

In the flash of lightning while the jade hand was slapping his face, Su Ji bounced a sword energy with his index finger at an unimaginable speed and pointed it at the Taiyuan acupoint of the jade hand.

The jade hand was just a little slow, and the sword energy was like a wave of water hitting the reef, without any effect.

Su Ji had no choice but to make an iron bridge and kicked it out with both feet, with extremely fierce strength.

It seemed as if he had hit an iron plate and Su Ji was shaken away.

This is what he did with the flow.

But the knees still lost consciousness in an instant, and they were not able to recover until the innate true qi penetrated.

In just a moment, the jade hand slapped again.

This time the target is Su Ji's chest.

Only this hand can be seen in the darkness, captivating the soul.

Su Ji's counterattack was also very fierce and fierce. He had already realized that the opponent's strength was very strange, not the martial arts he was familiar with.

The effect is similar to that of toxin, which is the Jiuyou Feng mentioned by Fan Zhongxuan.

However, the innate true energy has a vague effect of restraining the Nine Nether Wind.

Su Ji was slightly at a disadvantage, but after he started to fight back, this disadvantage was quickly regained. However, Su Ji was not happy yet, because this close-range fight was dangerous beyond imagination.

Any flaw that is caught by an opponent will be like a river bank being washed open, resulting in serious consequences.

Perhaps life and death will be decided only in a small change.

Su Ji was exciting and nervous.

Feijing Sword was deshewn in a gap.

The cold sword light finally reflected a beautiful face.

His white clothes seemed to be filial.

This should be the white impermanence of black and white impermanence. According to the order of Hei Qi, she should start with the word "white".

This thought flashed out of Su Ji's mind.

He paid the price for this.

A light hum seemed to come from the deep bamboo forest. In a blink of an eye, Su Ji saw thousands of swaying bamboo shadows. This was the other party's palm, and it was changing endlessly at this moment, like a swaying bamboo forest.

Su Ji let out a long roar, and the sword light condensed into a little green light, like Mars splashing in the straw pile, causing a huge fire, burning everything into nothingness.

The palm shadow disappeared under the sword force, and the sword light was flourishing, filling the entire aisle.

But the opponent is invisible.

Su Ji was deeply aware of the other party's ability to sneak and hide.

The sword light was suddenly withdrawn, and Su Ji stood silently with the sword.

The sword he took back was even more terrifying than the sword he stabbed out. Then the aisle fell into silence again. This time Su Ji was in the Ming place, but he might not suffer any loss.

The sword force is drawn but not released. Once it is moved, it will be retracted only after seeing blood.

The space is filled with invisible and qualitative pressure, and like cumulonimbus clouds, it is getting heavier and heavier, and it will definitely cause a storm in the end.

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Wei Lingyun came outside the imperial prison. The heavy rain had just stopped and it was getting heavier.

The deep imperial prison was not guarding the gate.

She had already received news from someone sent by Zhao Zixing that someone came to rob the prison.

Now it is true that you see it.

Fortunately, Su Ji was in the imperial prison.

"No matter who it is, Su Ji should be able to block it." Wei Lingyun thought to himself.

She could only rely on Su Ji, and with him, she could not achieve her goal.

There is no other way.
Chapter completed!