Immortal Devil Transformation
Chapter 48: The Sword Quote
To kill three children who could not even move in fear, the painter did not even need a knife.
However, perhaps there was a last glimmer of luck in his heart, and perhaps he wanted to put more psychological pressure on the sergeant present, giving a general like Li An Ting more time to repent, so he lifted up the hook sickle and severely chopped it down.
Many of the sergeants who stood at the front closed their eyes and couldn't stand to see the next scene.
In the previous breath, Lin Xi also felt that no one could stop the painter and was preparing to use his unique abilities.
However, at this point, a hole in the wall behind the painter suddenly appeared.
Because it was too fast, many sergeants, even between this wall and the painter, were unable to react. They just felt like there was an indigo light coming out of the wall, and then instantly passed through the crowd, behind the painter.
At this moment, only practitioners such as Li An Ting and the painter can perceive that this indigo blue light bursting from the wall is an indigo blue with a finely chained sword.
At this moment, the hook sickle in the painter's hand did not fall on the girl's neck anymore, but instantly backwards and backwards, and under the sharp pouring and wrapping of his soul power, the hook sickle instantly turned into a light blade, a light blade that could not bear the power of the soul but was cracking fast.
Because we are approaching the height of the great master, we can already feel the gap with the saint, so at this moment the painter can also feel that the man issuing the sword is not yet a true saint.
But he also realized that the cultivation of the other side, far beyond himself, almost reached the threshold of the saint, if there was still a mountain between his cultivation and the saint, then the cultivation of this man, is already at the top of the mountain, just some time down the mountain, can become a true saint.
And… this sword seems more powerful than the sword of a true saint.
Because even a true saint could not instill all the power that could have erupted into the blow of a flying sword, yet this practitioner who is sword-sharing at this moment seems to have instilled all the power into the sword through that fine chain.
This sword is like pinching a mountain, pinching a country.
This sword, which gives the painter the feeling that if it falls on him, it will not be a sword hole, but will destroy his body and destroy it all into pieces.
The painter wanted to survive, which is why he was forced to surround his Yunqin army by killing a girl, so at this moment he couldn't help but kill the girl and just wanted to block the sword.
“Ka" squeaked.
The hook sickle in the painter's hand struck an indigo sword, but what made the painter instantly stiff was that none of the things he expected had happened. The horrific forces that had gathered in the Indian blue sword suddenly disappeared.
Linked to the chain of an indigo sword, it stretched sharply and rolled onto him.
That horrific force appears in this chain.
The artist's body instantly flew up, and this chain pulled the sound of a bone fracture, pulled it out, and hit the wall stabbed by this long indigo blue sword.
“Boom” exploded.
The walls were torn apart and all collapsed.
Without waiting for the painter to get up, right between the painter's mouth spraying blood, the chain slightly loosened, the indigo blue sword, but suddenly raised and fell.
It's like a hook sickle the painter used to lift, lift it up, and then chop it off.
The painter's head flew up.
A blood fountain, sprayed from between his neck, gathered his soul strength, and collapsed half the already rocking roof.
When the dust smoke and blood fog fell, the horrified Yun Qin army personnel reacted, more than a dozen people rushed up to protect the three children who had not been damaged, only to faint because of the excessive shock.
All Yun Qin soldiers in this neighborhood saw that there was no one in this collapsed bungalow except the painter's body.
Their shocked gaze continued forward, rarely seeing a quiet man in a plain cotton robe in a bungalow behind a ceiling, the indigo blue sword, in his hands at this moment.
The scene calmed down again for a while, with only some heavy wheezing.
Li An Ting looked at the figure of a man whose body was longer than thirty steps away from the painter's body without knowing when to dive in, his eyes slightly dimmed unconsciously.
For this man, there is the most sincere respect in his heart, because without this man, these three innocent children will surely die today. However, Li Anting is also a good practitioner, and he can be sure that the blow of this man's talent is very different from that of Yun Qin practitioners, especially the long indigo sword linked to the chain… which seems to be a powerful practitioner with great recklessness to possess.
Between the lightning bolts, Li An Ting solemnly bowed down and thanked the man with the long indigo sword.
But after the ceremony, his face became calm and cold again, "What's your name? ”
Zhantai Shaotang, with an indigo long sword, breathed out slowly. At every breath he had not decided before, he felt he was doing the most difficult thing in his life, but at this moment, after the sword was truly stabbed out, his heart became calm and relaxed, “My name is Duce.” He watched Li An Ting bow down to salute him, "he said.
Li An Ting's eyebrows wrinkled deeply.
All visitors belonging to the Chapel, or some officials and wealthy men, as long as they are known practitioners, will be recorded by the City Defense Forces when they pass through the gates and reported to the Town Guard Army Department, which he will naturally know.
After all, practitioners are different in the world, and the Yunqin military will always keep an eye on practitioners.
But the name Doose Country is completely unfamiliar to Li An Ting, that is, it is a hidden practitioner who does not belong to the Chapel and has not previously revealed himself as a practitioner.
“I need to verify your identity and I need your cooperation. ”
So Li An Ting stopped saying anything. He just looked at the practitioner in front of him, regardless of his identity, who deserved his respect. He slowly said this sentence.
Zhantai Shaotang naturally understood what Li An Ting meant, but he didn't resist either. He just sighed slightly in his heart and nodded. “Okay. ”
“Sorry.”
Li An Ting seriously said these two words, which were full of many layers of meaning, waved at several of the school officials beside him.
These officers also began to salute Shallow Tang in Zhantai and then began to pass on some military orders.
Six sergeants of the Blue Wolf Heavy Armor who had not been injured by the painter first gathered at Shaotang Zhantai.
Some heavy armored cavalry began to gather together, one step to let Zhantai Shaotang first hand over the indigo sword in his hand, and then, with at least a crowd of hundreds of sergeants, this Yun Qin army began to escort Zhantai Shaotang to the military camp of the town guard army.
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Lin Xi stood in an unnoticed attic, and he frowned, looking at the army, which was still as great as the enemy, to escort Shaotang Zhantai away.
Because he has seen many and reckless practitioners, at this moment he does not know Zhantai Shaotang's identity, but he has six or seven points to be sure that Zhantai Shaotang should have been born of reckless practitioners.
At this moment, he heartbroken and hated the smell of the moon, is reckless, and will start a war with Yun Qin. Rather, he should also hate reckless practitioners. At this moment, however, he has no hatred for Zhantai Shaotang in the army escort, but has strange emotions.
In that case, only for the sake of the three children of Yunqin, whether they are reckless practitioners in Qingyuancheng for any purpose, should not attack.
However, the man in the plain cotton robe did it.
The army began to withdraw, and some members of the Criminal Division began to take over and seal off the streets where the fighting took place.
Because he was not in the area where the battle took place, Lin Xi left the attic without any difficulty, away from this alley of his choice, walked down the streets of Qingyuan City and began to think about what he would do next.
Originally, in his plan, he used the painter to kill Su Zhongwen. Then, during the painter's escape, he managed to inform the painter that Zhang Lingyun had made some arrangements to help him escape from the outer city, so that the painter could enter Zhang Lingyun's official residence. Next, he can make people discover the connection between the painter and Zhang Lingyun.
But he still underestimated the strength of the Yunqin army against individual practitioners.
Now that the painter dies, it's another difficult problem to deal with Zhang Lingyun.
Lin Xi frowned and walked slowly, thinking slowly.
He didn't come up with a perfect solution for a moment, but he thought of Zhantai's shallow sword, his eyes flashed for a moment, his mouth revealed some sense of ridicule, he exhaled, shook his head, whispered to himself: “Those like him who can't do it have done it... I clearly said to myself, those who ignore the law in the face of it, as long as they are not discovered, without evidence, it is not illegal... Zhang Lingyun dared to find the painter, Lin Yi, you can do it, you have a chance to do it again, and guarantee not to be discovered... what are you hesitating and worrying about, why do you think so much? ”
Lin Xie's mood suddenly improved after mocking herself and no longer bothering to think about a man who was just a tiny foot to him. After walking randomly into a noodle shop not far ahead and eating a bowl of hot soup noodles, Lin Xie decided to at least find out the identity of the man who had just made the move, at least if he was not his enemy, he could not watch him die in Yun Qin.