Volume 10 Chapter 48

To kill three children who are too scared to move, the painter doesn't even need a knife.

However, he may still have a last chance in mind, or he may want to cause more psychological pressure on the soldiers on the scene, and give more time for generals like Li Anting to repent, so he raised the hook and sickle and then cut it down severely.

Many of the soldiers standing at the front closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see the next scene.

In the previous rest, Lin Xi also felt that no one could stop the painter, and was ready to use his unique ability.

At this time, however, a hole appeared in the wall behind the painter.

Because the speed is too fast, even many soldiers between the wall and the painter are unable to respond. They just feel like there is an indigo light, which comes out of the wall, and then passes through the crowd in an instant, behind the painter.

At this moment, only the practitioners like Li An Ting and the painter can perceive that the indigo streamer, which suddenly broke out of the wall, is an indigo sword with a thin chain.

In this moment, the hook and sickle in the painter's hand did not cut off the girl's neck again, but cut back in an instant. And under the sharp concentration and wrapping of his soul power, the hook and sickle also became a light blade, a light blade that could not bear the power of soul force and was rapidly splitting.

Because it is close to the peak of the grand master and the gap between the master and the master can be felt, the painter can also feel at the moment that the person who issued this sword is not the real master.

But at the same time, he also felt that the cultivation of the other side was far beyond himself, and almost reached the threshold of the holy master. If there is still a big mountain between his cultivation and the holy master, then this man's cultivation has reached the top of the mountain, and it only needs some time to go down the mountain to become a real holy master.

And This sword seems to be more powerful than the real master's flying sword.

Because even a real saint can't concentrate all the power that can burst out into the strike of the flying sword. However, the cultivator who is applying the sword at the moment seems to concentrate all the power into the sword through that thin chain.

This sword is like carrying a mountain and a national pressure.

If this sword falls on him, it will not be a sword hole, but will destroy his body to pieces.

The painter wants to live, so he will use the means of killing a girl to force the Yunqin army to surround him. So at the moment, he can't kill that girl any more, just want to block the sword.

A muffled "click".

The scythe in the painter's hand was cut on the indigo sword, but what made the painter stiff for a moment was that none of the things he expected had happened. The terror that had gathered in the indigo sword suddenly disappeared.

The chain with the indigo sword stretched out abruptly and rolled on him.

The power of terror is in the chain.

The painter's body soared in an instant. It was cracked by the chain. It flew out and hit the wall of the indigo sword.

A bang.

The walls were torn apart and all collapsed.

Before the painter gets up, he sprays blood at the painter's mouth. The chain is slightly loosened. The indigo sword rises and falls.

It's like a sickle raised by a painter before. Lift it up and cut it off.

The painter's head flew up.

A stream of blood spring came out of his neck. It gathered the soul power and collapsed half of the crumbling roof.

When the dust and blood fog fell, the astonished talents of the cloud and Qin army responded one after another. More than ten people rushed to protect the three children who had not suffered any damage but fainted because of the excessive fright.

All the soldiers of Yunqin nearby saw that there was no figure in the collapsed bungalow except the body of the painter.

Their shocked eyes continued to move forward, vaguely seeing a quiet man in plain cotton robes shining in a bungalow behind a patio. The indigo long sword was in his hands at the moment.

For a while, the scene was quiet again, with only a heavy gasp.

Li looked at the figure of the tall man who did not know when to sneak in and was more than 30 steps away from the painter's corpse capital. His eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously.

For this man, there is a real respect in his heart. Without this man, these three innocent children will die today. However, Li Antang is not a weak practitioner. He can also be sure that this man's just attack is very different from that of Yunqin practitioners, especially the indigo long sword with chain This seems to be something that a powerful practitioner of Da mang could have.

In the flash of heart reading, Li Anting solemnly bowed to the man with the indigo sword and thanked him.

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

Zhantai shallow Tang holding the indigo long sword slowly breathed out a breath. In every rest time he had not decided before, he felt that he was doing the most difficult thing in his life. But now after the sword really pricked out, his heart became calm, but relaxed. "My name is dushiguo." He looked at Li Anting bowing back and said.

Li An Ting's brow was deeply wrinkled.

All the disciples belonging to the imperial court or some officials and rich people, as long as they are known practitioners, will be recorded by the city defense forces when they pass through the customs and enter the city gate, and reported to the garrison Department of the town, so they will naturally know.

After all, practitioners are different in the world. The military of Yunqin always pays attention to them.

But the name of Du Si Guo is completely strange to Li An Ting, that is to say, 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 check your identity, I need your cooperation."

Therefore, Li Anting no longer said anything more, but looked at the current cultivator who is worthy of his respect no matter what his identity is, and slowly said this sentence.

Zhantai shallow Tang naturally understood Li An Ting's meaning, but he didn't resist either, just sighed slightly in his heart, nodded and said, "OK."

"Sorry."

Li said these two words with many meanings seriously, and waved to several school officials beside him.

These school officials also bowed to Zhan Tai's shallow Tang Dynasty, and then began to deliver some military orders.

Six Blue Wolf soldiers who were not hurt in the painter's hands first gathered around the shallow Tang Dynasty in Zhantai.

Some heavy Armored Cavalry began to gather. One step politely asked Zhantai shallow Tang to hand over his indigo sword first. Then, at least with the support of hundreds of soldiers, the cloud Qin army began to escort Zhantai shallow Tang to the garrison camp Lin Xi stood up in the attic where no one noticed. He frowned and looked at the army, which was still like a great enemy, escorting Zhantai shallow Tang away.

Because he has seen many practitioners related to Da Mang, although he does not know the identity of Zhan Tai shallow Tang at the moment, he has 67 points to be sure that Zhan Tai shallow Tang should be a practitioner from Da mang.

At the moment, Cang Yue, who made him deeply hurt and hated people, is in Dashan. He will start a war with Yun Qin. He should also hate the practitioners from Dashan. However, at the moment, he has no hatred for Zhantai shallow Tang, who is escorted by the army. Instead, he has a very strange mood.

In that case, just for three children of Yunqin, no matter who come to Qingyuan City for any purpose, they should not do it.

However, the man in plain cotton padded robe still made a move.

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

Because it was not in the area where the battle took place, Lin Xi left the attic without any difficulty, far away from the streets he had chosen, walked in the streets of Qingyuan City with his head down, and began to think about what he would do next.

In his plan, he first killed Su Zhongwen with the painter, and then tried to tell the painter that Zhang Lingyun had made some arrangements to help him escape from please Yuancheng and let the painter escape into Zhang Lingyun's official residence. Next, he can try to find the connection between the painter and Zhang Lingyun.

However, he underestimated the combat power of the Yunqin army against the individual practitioners.

Now when the painter dies, it is a difficult problem to deal with Zhang Lingyun.

Lin Xi frowned, walked slowly and thought slowly.

He didn't come up with any perfect way for a while, but he thought of the sword of Zhantai shallow Tang again. His eyes flashed for a moment, and his mouth showed some self mockery. He breathed, shook his head, and said to himself softly: "people like him who can't do anything have done it I have said that, in the face of people who ignore the law, as long as they are not found, there is no evidence, it is not illegal Zhang Lingyun dare to find a painter, Lin Xi, you can do it, and you have the chance to come back, to ensure that no one will find out What are you hesitating about? Why do you have to dig up so many empty thoughts? "

Self mocking said these, no longer because a person for him is just small feet color after more brain, Lin Xi's mood suddenly better. After casually entering a noodle shop and eating a bowl of hot soup noodles, Lin Xi decided that he should at least find out the identity of the man who just made the move. At least if he was not his enemy, he could not watch him die in Yunqin. Q