Fifteen minutes ago.
An emergency warning was received from the center, indicating that there was an unexpected situation near the city.
This warning was quickly transmitted to all high-level anomaly suppressors, and by chance, two Zheng C were waiting nearby.
These two people were the senior officials of the Ministry of Public Security who came to perform routine reports.
Xuan Qing looked at the PHS in his hand, his expression became very subtle.
"No...why do I get caught up in everything?"
"Stop complaining and let's go."
While he was complaining and sighing, his companion got into the specially modified black Audi A8L in the underground garage, and the engine made a low sound.
He has gray hair, styled into a very neat short hair, and another C-class companion is dressed very simply, holding a long sword wrapped in a black sword bag in his arms, sitting quietly in the back of the car. seat.
Xuan Qing could only sigh and told the driver that he wanted to go to the intersection of Xinsheng Road.
The drivers of this high-level public car will not be ordinary people, but industry insiders with seven or eight levels of soul pressure, so he nodded calmly, holding the steering wheel tightly with his white-gloved hands, The car sped smoothly and quickly on the road like a black shadow.
"[Qingshuang], why are you so active? Are all the executive departments activists like you? Or are all you swordsmen so militant?"
"hehe....."
The man named Qingshuang didn't respond at all to his old friend's joke. He knew that if he replied, he would have a hundred words waiting for him, so he just closed his eyes and rested with the sword in his arms.
The four Shui Feng Zheng, Xuan Qing, and the execution department swordsmen named Qing Shuang, Zheng Bing, etc. were the first to go to support according to the principle of proximity.
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"Wait...something's not right..."
Xuan Qing looked at the huge offensive and defensive barrier that suddenly rose in the distance, and then felt that it was broken, and his expression became particularly solemn.
"Something's wrong..."
Qingshuang, who was in the back seat, silently untied the black sword bag and took out his sword.
The swordsman's sword is the most special weapon in the world. It is proof that they give up everything in exchange for shocking killing power. Each sword will have its unique [Sword Inscription].
The sword is the person, and the inscription is the sword.
He slightly pushed out the pure silver sword in his hand. There was a sword inscription written on the root of the sword, "One Inch of Green Frost."
As a swordsman, he can feel more subtle changes, and he is ready to unsheath at any time.
Without any regard for any traffic laws, the black Audi ran rampant and rushed towards the high school in an almost straight line.
Li Zixin was trembling all over, and the uncontrollable red blood in her chest seemed to seep out. She looked at the thin and unknown figure with fear, who was waiting patiently.
Wei Curcuma was so close to it that the rotten smell of it could penetrate into his nasal cavity. The terrifying soul pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, like a fish about to die of thirst.
Too high a concentration of soul pressure would make it difficult to breathe, which meant that the difference in soul pressure intensity between this skinny figure and Wei Curcuma could not be calculated.
Wei Zeshu's lips suddenly trembled twice, as if he wanted to say something. This attracted the interest of the humanoid, and it seemed to be listening.
It became somewhat interested in the tenacious ant in front of it, which had no soul pressure but could survive serious injuries, even though it had nothing to do with the mission he received.
Looking at the decayed attire that clearly did not belong to this era, and facing the pain of the wound behind him and the oppression of his soul, Wei Curcuma slowly opened his mouth.
"...I'm going to fuck your mother..."
The latter nodded, as if he understood this sentence, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.
The crazy roar of the sword is not a precursor to an attack, but the anger of unwillingness to help others, like crying.
"Is that the end..."
Wei Curcuma thought so in his heart.
Speaking of unwillingness, he did have a lot of unwillingness. He had managed to survive the first nineteen years of that shit, entered the North with great difficulty, and finally found a way to continue living, but it seemed that everything had to end here. It stopped abruptly. It would be a lie to say that I was willing.
But he accepts it.
He accepted this ending, and even if he had to do it over a thousand or ten thousand times, he would make the same choice at that time without hesitation.
He would also save the girl, and even give the abnormality the middle finger in an extremely arrogant manner.
Because he did not regret such an action, he accepted his death.
........
A slender white hand stretched out quietly.
It raises its index finger, and pins its middle finger behind the index finger. These two fingers form a entwining handprint. The remaining ring finger and little finger are naturally folded into the palm of the hand, and the thumb is slightly open.
This mudra is like pythons entwining each other.
It maintained this movement, far away, blocking the skinny figure raising the sword from the field of vision.
"Pro."
This hand belonged to Xuan Qing, and the terrifying soul pressure seemed to have found an outlet, and he completely released his magic without hesitation!
He was dozens of meters away and saw the extremely tragic situation at this moment without waiting for the car to stop, so he opened the car window, leaned out, and stretched out his hand.
Zheng Bing and others' method of suppressing abnormal people was revealed to Wei Curcuma for the first time.
Following these mantras from his mouth, the soul pressure in the air was suddenly released, and then transformed into a unique form.
The green translucent python appeared out of thin air on the skinny figure and bound it tightly in an instant, making it impossible to even move.
Release the soul pressure, transform the soul pressure, and then construct.
These three categories constitute Xuan Qing’s Dharma
[Linggong], the Lord binds, this is his method.
The gray-haired swordsman in the back seat had long since disappeared. With the strength of the swordsman's unique physical strength, he jumped directly from a nearby high-rise building, circled a large arc, and was restrained in the [Spiritual Palace]. The moment he succeeded, he had already arrived at the scene.
Without hesitation, Qingshuang took out the sheath, like a flash of cold light, cutting off the hand holding the sword vertically.
Beyond everyone's expectations, the spirit palace could only restrain him for a moment. The moment Qingshuang cut its arm open, its other hand broke free, pulled out another sword from behind, and slashed at the swordsman.
The second sword, the sword inscription [Muxi]
This sword cut off the head, but Qingshuang was worthy of being a swordsman with amazing combat prowess. He turned his head abruptly in a very short period of time and dodged the sword.
His ears were cut off at the root, and blood spread down his cheeks, which looked extremely terrifying. However, Qingshuang's expression remained unwavering. He let the ears be cut open and dripping with blood. He was already ready for the next round. preparation.
"Damn it, Bing Jie Xian! This thing is Bing Jie Xian!"
Blood gradually flowed out of Xuan Qing's ears and nose, staining his white shirt red, but he was completely unaware of it and once again increased the intensity of the soul pressure released on the spirit organ. The tasseled magic sword slung behind him seemed to tremble slightly, almost to the point of trembling. Unsheath.
