Wearing books, it’s not easy to be a villain brother

In front of these Holy City Guards, a handsome man stood with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

Wearing a simple green robe, the pattern on the upper body seems to be some kind of cloud-shaped waves, and there is also a ten-pointed star pattern tattooed on the chest.

"The peak of Li Mortal Realm?"

No one present could threaten the two of them. The worst she could do was run away. In the shop behind her, she could feel a strong wood spirit power gradually condensing. Now she had to delay for a while.

It's a bit embarrassing to delay this work. Everything I have learned is quick, so it is really uncomfortable to take my time.

"What do the people of the Holy City have to do? They shouldn't even be allowed to do business."

The man opposite raised his eyebrows when he saw Butterfly. According to the information, there was another woman. Unexpectedly, even wearing a mask, he could tell that she had extraordinary appearance and her strength was almost as good as him.

"I am the Holy Son of Wind in the Holy City. I have been ordered to capture the synthetic monster of the abyss. There is information that it is in this store. Please get out of the way, young lady, and don't hinder me from waiting for official duties."

After saying that, he clasped his hands politely.

Butterfly didn't say much, and she wasn't someone who liked verbal arguments. She took out her two swords and stared at the Holy Son of Wind. "I don't know what you are talking about. There are only my friends in there and they have nothing to do with the abyss!"

The Holy Son of Wind was not angry at all, he raised his hand and waved to the side.

The next moment, the escort automatically dispersed to make way for them.

At first Butterfly didn't pay attention to the actions of these guards, until a small group of guards escorted a dozen people out of the team.

Seeing the people escorting him, a killing intent flashed through Butterfly's beautiful eyes, and he stared at the Holy Son of Wind with a gloomy expression. "How dare you!"

In the late stage of the Li Mortal Realm, the power of thunder spirit continues to rise, blue electric light flashes around the body, and there is a posture of starting a fight over a disagreement.

"Let them go and I'll let you leave alive!"

The Holy Son of Wind sneered. "I captured them just to use them as bargaining chips. There is no place for you to make conditions!"

After speaking, he looked back at Qiu Yunxin and Haibeier.

The ones who were arrested were Qiu Junxin, Heibel and the people from Anchao. They were all buying things normally at first, but unexpectedly, people from the Holy City suddenly appeared and caught them directly.

At first, they thought of relying on the city rule that no private fights were allowed in Linglong City to restrict the people in the Holy City. Who would have thought that the people in the Holy City directly showed the arrest letter signed by the Lord of the Holy City and asked the Linglong City guards who came to I didn't know what to do for a moment, so I could only react upward and turned around to leave. Then they were escorted here.

The Holy Son of Wind pointed to the inside of the shop and said.

"I said this young lady, that one inside is not a friend!"

"That's a synthetic monster from the abyss. Everything related to the abyss should be destroyed!"

Looking at the butterfly that was still condensing its spiritual power, the Son of Wind said with a sneer on his face and stretched out a finger. "Looking at your appearance, I can give you a chance to choose."

"If you are willing to go in and capture the synthetic monster, I can let your friend go, but if you choose to synthesize the monster, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

After the Holy Son of Wind finished speaking, the guards escorting Qiu Yunxin and the others all pulled out their swords and put them against their necks.

Butterfly glanced over there. It was indeed difficult to defeat fourteen people in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, he put away Qing Ming's double swords, and the blue electric light dancing around him was also gathered in his body. After a while, he could no longer feel his spiritual power.

Seeing this, the Son of Wind was very satisfied with Butterfly's performance.

"Very good, it seems that you are still aware of current affairs. I, the Holy Son, will not trouble you for the time being!"

The Holy Son of Wind was talking to himself, completely unaware of Butterfly's slightly raised head, a blue electric light flashing in his eyes, and no trace of spiritual power leaking out of his body.

He didn't even notice that his awareness of the butterfly was lost.

"Thunder Breath Technique!"

The moment the blue wings behind the butterfly opened suddenly, she disappeared from the spot. No one saw when she disappeared, not even an afterimage was left.

When she saw Butterfly again, she had already appeared on the left side of the Son of Wind, her five fingers forming claws locked around his throat, and a blue electric light danced on the back of her palm.

The Thunder Breath Technique showed its power, and it wasn't until the lightning stung his skin that the Holy Son of Wind realized that he was being caught.

"You, you are so fast!"

Due to his position, the Son of Wind couldn't see Butterfly. He thought that the opponent was not as strong as him, but he didn't expect Butterfly to be faster than he expected.

The Holy Son of Wind was captured, and his escorts also panicked. The strongest among them were only in the Kaichen realm, and they just followed the Holy Son of Wind to make up the number of people. Now that he was caught, if he didn't panic, he would That's too late.

They only knew that what they wanted to catch was the synthetic monster of the abyss, and mistakenly thought that the butterfly was also a person from the abyss.

"Let go!"

"I won't say it a second time!"

The Holy Son of Wind gritted his teeth and said harsh words. "I am the Holy Son of Wind in the Holy City. If you dare to touch me, the Holy City will never let you go!"

Butterfly's eyes grew colder, so what if the Holy Son of Wind dared to attack Jiang Ying, Su Qingfeng would not let him go, and neither would she! "Do you think I will let you go?"

A ball of blue thunder quickly formed in the palm of his left hand, and without saying a word, he directly greeted the Son of Wind on his back!

"Ah!" A strong pain hit him, followed by numbness all over his body, and the stiffness of the electric current in his body made him twitch.

"Quick, put off the flare!"

A turquoise signal bomb flew up and exploded in mid-air, revealing a turquoise wind character, which was the signal bomb.

"You still dare to set off the flare? Do you think it's too slow to die!" Butterfly gradually increased the force in his hands.

The Holy Son of Wind has the heart to kill the person who set off the signal bomb at this moment. Damn it, why did he release the signal bomb at this time? If he releases it at this time, if other Holy Sons see him like this, how will he see anyone in the future? .

He quickly raised his hand. "put……"

"Let's see who dares to let people go!"

A majestic voice sounded from behind the escort,

Everyone automatically gave way to a path. At this time, two men also wearing robes appeared in everyone's sight.

Seeing these two people, the face of the Holy Son of Wind turned green. He came so quickly, he must have been squatting beside them just now.

The two of them walked among the guards like a leisurely stroll, looking at the butterfly with contempt in their eyes.

These two people do have the ability to underestimate Butterfly.

"The Holy Son of Sword! The Holy Son of Ice!"

The guards quickly saluted. These two people have the strength to enter the holy realm, and their ranking among the Holy Sons is also at the top.

Therefore, these two people looked down on the Son of Wind. After all, the world called people with lower strength than themselves the same name. How could they accept it, as they were so arrogant.

"Huh, it's really useless. I just let you take the first step, and you still fall into the enemy's hands. What use do you have!" The Sword Saint's face was gloomy, and the sword in his hand was swallowing the sword light, and he was already ready for battle.