Chapter 161 Cold Shadow Swordsman

Qinglong City Gate

Several tall figures in black robes came out of the city gate.

The city defense soldiers were all old men. They were used to seeing all kinds of things. They guessed that something big would happen tonight.

Qinglong City is located on the edge of the imperial court and is not as safe as the inner areas. The wilderness at night is full of dangers, and few people go out of the city at night.

Several groups of people went out in a row, which was obviously abnormal. It was either a vendetta or a war between two forces.

They were just small city defense soldiers and did not dare to participate.

"Old Liu, which group of people do you think can come back?" A middle-aged soldier said to his old friend beside him.

Lao Liu held a dry cigarette in his mouth and said in a rough voice, "Why do you care about this? We can't afford to offend each other."

"Hey, of course I know I can't afford to offend him. Isn't this just killing time?" the middle-aged soldier said angrily.

Most of the soldiers in the city defense retired from the Zhuxie Division. There were many reasons for quitting. The most common reason was that they could not compete with others and had to quit. Secondly, some people did not want to live a life of fear every day and voluntarily joined the city defense. The defense of the ancient city has always been in awe of the people of the Zhuxie Division.

The demon slayers may not necessarily be better than the city defense soldiers, but since the other party dares to stay in the Evil Execution Division, they are not short of courage and may one day soar into the sky.

Old Liu's turbid eyes looked at the darkness ahead, "The demon slayer who left the city alone."

"Why?" the middle-aged soldier was curious.

"Intuition, he makes me feel like a great demon."

Big demon?

The middle-aged soldier smiled and shook his head, "There is no one who smells like a great demon. I'm afraid you are old and confused. Those who just went out were four gold medal demon slayers. The one you mentioned was only a silver medal demon slayer. The difference is huge. Now, you’ve spent some time in the Zhuxie Division, so you don’t understand.”

"Maybe." Old Liu also had some doubts about whether his intuition was wrong. The gap between the silver medal and the gold medal was not only a gap in realms, but also a gap caused by spiritual objects!

Ten senior silver medal demon slayers may not be able to escape from the hands of an ordinary gold medal demon slayer!

It's not a confrontation, it's not a counterattack, it's an escape!

In the fields under the night, the croaking of frogs was particularly loud. Jue Wushen led the three gold-medal monster slayers at a pace as fast as the wind, advancing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

Buzz~

The cicada lying on the tree just screamed twice when it was pinched by a big hand, and then entered a dark space, and its body was crushed into several sections.

Jue Wushen sighed and spat out the cicada that exploded with pulp, "There is soil."

A gold medal demon slayer said: "Sir, why do we stop?"

Jue Wushen wiped away the residue from his mouth, "Of course we are waiting for someone. How many times have I told you! You have to be cautious when doing things. If that kid also has helpers, wouldn't it be bad if we are not opponents?"

The gold-medal demon slayer remained silent, secretly thinking where Jue Wushen learned the cautious method, which was completely inconsistent with the style of Zhu Xie Division.

They all won from battle after battle, and experienced countless life and death crises before they were promoted from the initial bronze medal to the gold medal. They had already taken their lives lightly and were not afraid of risks.

"Sir, who are you calling?" asked the gold medal demon slayer.

"I."

A cold voice reached several people's ears.

Hearing this, several people looked at the owner of the voice.

A thin figure slowly walked out of the darkness. He was short and didn't have much muscle. He didn't look like a body-tempering warrior. He was wearing a straw hat, had a cold face, and had a small scar on his left eye.

There are two knives hanging on the waist, one long and one short. The long knife has a scabbard, and the short knife is wrapped in a layer of yellow paper. It does not look like a fighting weapon, but more like a magical weapon of a fake folk magician.

The gold-medal demon slayer didn't recognize the other person at first sight. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the silver hair behind the other person's ears that he guessed the other person's identity.

"Hanying Swordsman, Wolf Prayer."

Cold Shadow Swordsman is the name of the opponent, and Wolf Prayer is the name.

A warrior with a good reputation is either a strong man or a genius, and Lang Qi is the latter. He is an out-and-out proud man of heaven!

Lang Qi did not come from a big family. His parents were ordinary farmers. When he was young, both his parents died. Lang Qi was taken in by a local landowner. He was said to be taken in, but in fact he was taken home as a free servant.

When he was fifteen years old, he secretly watched the landlord's youngest son practice martial arts, imitated Zhuang Gong, practiced secretly, and explored on his own. Three years later, he miraculously stimulated his energy and blood and became a martial artist.

From then on, Lang Qi started his own martial arts journey. He seized the opportunity, escaped from the landlord's house, and studied everywhere. By relying on some low-level martial arts and exercises, he developed good skills and defeated many strong men in a row. , because he practiced a cold shadow sword technique, he was called the cold shadow swordsman. He was eventually accepted as a guardian by the Qing family of Qinglong City, and was given advanced martial arts and techniques.

As time goes by, several years have passed, and Lang Qi must have successfully transformed into a cultivator, and his combat power has greatly increased, making him even more powerful than when he obtained the name of Hanying.

"It turns out there are still people who remember me." Wolf prayed.

"You have been silent for a few years. Who wouldn't recognize you and stop talking nonsense to you? This time I called you here to kill people." Jue Wushen said.

Lang Qi held the long knife at his waist with one hand, his eyes cold. When he heard the word "kill", a strong murderous intention flashed in his eyes, like a murderer who had been suppressed for a long time, and an impulse surged deep in his heart.

"Can I do it in my own way?"

"Okay, my only request is not to be nagging, and to act quickly. I don't want to give the other party a chance to come back." Jue Wu Shen said.

Lang Qi smiled evilly, showing his canine teeth, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, he can't change the world."

Jue Wushen nodded, still a little worried, and told several gold medal demon slayers to prepare array plates and pills, and not to hesitate if necessary.

Lang Qi smiled faintly, his chin slightly raised, very confident, as if he had Li Jiu in his grasp, "I'll take care of everything."

Lang Qi walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a majestic aura.

Jue Wushen had no intention of competing with Lang Qi for the limelight, so he stepped back slightly and protected Lang Qi in front of him.

In a moment, several people walked out of the field, and Jue Wushen estimated the distance, "Ten kilometers away, very close."

"This distance! Enough!"

Kill!

Lang Qi's body sank slightly, and he began to accumulate strength. His muscles tightened, and he burst out in an instant, rushing forward like lightning.

Before he rushed out a hundred meters, a group of humanoid life forms wrapped in demonic energy rushed out and hit Lang Qi directly.

Poof!

Lang Qi spurted blood from his mouth, feeling like he was hit by a mountain, his internal organs were injured, and blood spilled across the sky, leaving a bloody rainbow bridge.

Ah!

The severe pain made Lang Qi crazy, his eyes were red, his silver hair shone brightly in the night, he forced his body to move, and held the long sword in his right hand.

Draw the sword and cut!

The long sword was unsheathed, but not completely. When it was about to be unsheathed, the black shadow stretched out his hand wrapped in black flames and pressed the handle!

Lang Qi exerted his strength and burst out all his strength, but the long sword remained motionless.

The opponent is strong! Can't fight hard!

Although Lang Qi was very unconvinced and unwilling to be crushed in his best strength and physique, he was not a stubborn old immortal! He knew how to adapt!

Lang Qi opened his mouth and a ray of thunder sound floated out.

Heavenly Thunder Demon Sound!

One of the most restraining martial arts for tempered warriors!

Can ignore flesh and blood, and shock the internal organs!

Snap!

The black shadow's hand was like a dragon claw, grabbing Lang Qi's neck and tearing off half of his flesh and blood.

Lang Qi's pupils dilated, and his hands instinctively covered his injured neck, blood oozing out from his fingers.

No!

I don't want to die!

The shadow patted Lang Qi's shoulder and said lightly: "Jue Wushen, your strength is not bad."

Lang Qi's eyes bulged when he heard this, and he was almost angry to death.

He is not Jue Wushen!

And he didn't hurt the other party at all. The other party's praise was like a knife, stabbing hard into his heart of Tianjiao!

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