Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 48: Ten Nayi Sword Guide

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To kill three children who are too scared to move, the artist does not even need to use a knife.

However, perhaps he still has the last trace of luck in his heart, and perhaps he wants to put more psychological pressure on the sergeants on the scene and give generals like Li Anting more time to regret, so he raised the hook and sickle again. Cut down ruthlessly.

Many sergeants who stood in the front closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch the next scene.

At the last breath, Lin Xi also felt that no one could stop the painter, and was about to use his unique ability.

At this moment, a hole suddenly appeared in a wall behind the artist.

Because the speed is too fast, even many sergeants between this wall and the painter could not react. They just felt as if there was an indigo light passing through the wall, and then instantly Passed through the crowd and got behind the painter.

At this moment, only practitioners like Li Anting and the painter can perceive that this indigo streamer that suddenly burst from the wall is an indigo blue sword attached to a thin chain.

At this moment, the sickle hook in the hands of the artist did not cut down on the girl’s neck anymore, but went back in an instant. Under the sharp concentration and envelopment of his soul power, the sickle hook also instantly changed. It became a light blade, a light blade that could not withstand the power of soul power and was rapidly breaking apart.

Because it is close to the peak of the Great National Master, and the gap with the Saint Master can already be felt, so at this moment the painter can also feel that the person who issued this sword is not the real Saint Master.

But at the same time, he could also perceive that the opponent's cultivation base has far surpassed his own, and he almost reached the threshold of the saint master. If there is still a big mountain between his cultivation base and the saint master. , Then this person's cultivation base has reached the top of the mountain, and it only takes some time to go down the mountain to become a true saint.

Moreover... this sword seems to be more powerful than the flying sword of the true saint master.

Because even a true sage master cannot concentrate all the power that can burst into the flying sword's blow. However, at this moment, the practitioner who casts the sword seems to pass through that thin line. The chain, all the power has been poured into this sword.

This sword is like carrying a mountain and a country under pressure.

This sword gives the painter the feeling that if it falls on him, it will not be a sword hole, but will destroy his body to pieces.

The painter wanted to live, so he used the means of killing a girl to persecute the Yunqin army that surrounded him, so at this moment, he didn’t care about killing that girl again, just wanted Block this sword.

A muffled sound of "click".

The hook and sickle in the hands of the painter hit the indigo sword, but what made the painter instantly stiff was that none of the things he expected happened. The terrifying power that had originally gathered in the indigo sword body suddenly disappeared.

The chains attached to the indigo long sword suddenly stretched out and rolled around him.

The terrifying power appeared in this chain.

The painter's body flew up in the sky in an instant, and the chain made a sound of cracking bones. It flew out and hit the wall pierced by the indigo long sword.

A loud "bang" sound.

The walls were torn apart and all collapsed.

Without waiting for the painter to get up, the chain was loosened slightly between the painter's mouth spraying blood, and the indigo-blue long sword suddenly rose and fell.

It's like the hook and sickle that the painter had raised before, raising it, and then cutting it off.

The head of the painter flew up.

A stream of blood spurted out from between his neck, gathering spirit power, and collapsing half of the shaky roof.

When the dust and blood mist fell, the horrified Yunqin army personnel responded. More than a dozen people rushed to protect the three children who had not suffered any damage but fainted because of excessive fright.

All the Yunqin soldiers nearby saw that there was no one in the collapsed bungalow except for the painter's body.

Their shocked gazes continued forward and vaguely saw that in a bungalow behind a patio, there was a quiet man wearing a plain cotton robe, that indigo blue The long sword is already in his hands at this moment.

For a while, there was silence again, with some heavy breathing.

Li Anting looked at the figure of the man with a long body who didn't know when to sneak near and was more than thirty steps away from the painter's corpse capital, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

For this man, he has the most sincere respect in his heart, because without this man, these three innocent children will surely die today. However, Li Anting is not a weak practitioner, and he can be sure , This man’s blow was very different from the Yunqin cultivator, especially the indigo blue long sword attached to the chain... This seemed to be something a reckless and powerful cultivator could possess.

In the flash of thoughts, Li Anting solemnly bowed and saluted the man carrying the indigo long sword, and thanked him.

But after the salute, his face became calm and cold again, "What's your name?"

Zhantai Qiantang, holding an indigo-blue long sword, slowly exhaled. In every breath that had not been decided before, he felt that he was doing the hardest thing in his life, but After the sword was really pierced at this moment, his heart became calm, but it became relaxed, "My name is Du Siguo." He looked at Li Anting and bowed in reply.

Li Anting's brows furrowed deeply.

All the doormen who belonged to the court, or some officials and wealthy people, as long as they are known practitioners, will be recorded by the city defense army when they pass the customs and enter the city gate, and they will be reported to the military headquarters of the defense army. Naturally will know.

Practitioners are different in the world after all, and the Yunqin military will always pay attention to practitioners.

But the name Du Siguo is completely unfamiliar to Li Anting. In other words, this is a hidden practitioner who does not belong to the court and has not revealed his identity as a practitioner before.

"I need to verify your identity and need your cooperation."

So Li Anting didn't say anything any more, just looking at the practitioner who was worthy of his respect regardless of his identity, and slowly said this sentence.

Zhantai Qiantang naturally understood what Li Anting meant, but he did not resist either. He just sighed slightly in his heart, nodded, and said: "Okay."

"Sorry."

Li Anting seriously said these two words with many layers of meaning, and waved to several school officials beside him.

These school officials also nodded to Zhantai Qiantang, and then began to pass some military orders.

The six sergeants of the Blue Wolf heavy armor who did not hurt the painter first gathered at the side of Qiantang Zhantai.

Some heavy-armored cavalry began to gather, and a stepper politely asked Zhantai Qiantang to surrender the indigo blue long sword in his hand, and then at least surrounded by hundreds of sergeants, this Yunqin The army began to **** Chamtai Qiantang to the barracks of the guards... Lin Xi stood up in the unattended attic, frowning, looking at the army, which was still on the verge of an enemy, escorting Chamtai Qiantang. go away.

Because he has seen a lot of cultivators related to Da Mang, so although he does not know the identity of Chan Tai Qian Tang at this moment, but he has six or seven points to be sure that Zhan Tai Qian Tang should be born in Da Mang. Reckless practitioner.

At this moment, he was heartbroken and hated Wenren Cang Yue, who is in Damang and will start a war with Yunqin. Logically speaking, he should also hate the practitioners from Damang. , However, at this moment, he did not have any hatred for Chamtai Qiantang who was escorted by the army, but rather had a very strange emotion.

In that situation just now, it was just for the three Yunqin children, no matter if it was a Damang practitioner who came to Qingyuan City for any purpose, he shouldn't take action.

However, this man in a plain cotton robe still shot.

The army began to withdraw, some criminals began to take over, and began to block the streets where the fighting took place.

Because he was not in the area where the fighting took place, Lin Xi left the attic without any difficulty, far away from the streets he chose, and walked down the streets of Qingyuan City with his head down, thinking about what she wanted next do what.

In his original plan, he used the painter to kill Su Zhongwen first, and then during the painter’s escape, he tried to inform the painter that Zhang Lingyun had made some arrangements to help him escape from Yuancheng and let the painter escape. Enter Zhang Lingyun's official residence. Next, he can try to make people discover the connection between the painter and Zhang Lingyun.

But he still somewhat underestimated the strength of Yunqin's army against solo practitioners.

Now that the artist has died, dealing with Zhang Lingyun is another problem.

Lin Xi frowned, walked slowly, thinking slowly.

He didn't think of a perfect solution for a while, but he thought of Zhantai Qiantang's sword again. His eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth showed some self-deprecating meaning, he exhaled. , Shook his head, and muttered to himself softly: "People like him who can’t do it all do it... I’ve said that, facing people who ignore the law, as long as they are not discovered, there is no evidence. , It’s not illegal... Zhang Lingyun dare to find a painter, Lin Xi, you can make a move, and you have the chance to come back to ensure that you will not be discovered... What are you hesitating and worrying about, why do you think so much?"

I said this self-deprecatingly, and Lin Xi's mood suddenly changed a little bit after no longer worrying about someone who was just a small role to him. After casually walking into a noodle shop not far in front and eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, Lin Xi decided to at least figure out the identity of the man who had just shot, or at least if he was not his enemy, he could not stand his eyes. Watching him die in Yunqin. Q