At this moment, Nilin Sword Spirit's heart was filled with shock and fear.
As a strange existence that resides in the Ni Lin Sword, it is almost immortal. As long as the Ni Lin Sword is not destroyed, it will not die.
And as the most powerful one among the previous hosts of the Anti-Scale Sword, its late-stage innate cultivation did not disappear when it became a sword spirit, but instead became a bit more refined.
But even so, it was still humiliated in every possible way by the terrifying man in front of it, and was forced to its knees by the terrifying force. At this moment, the sword spirit was filled with grief and anger.
Ying Ziqing, on the other hand, stared at the Nilin Sword Spirit who was forced to bow to him with an indifferent expression.
"I will give you two choices..."
Before he finished speaking, Ying Ziqing paused, his red-gold eyes narrowed slightly,
Then a trace of helplessness flashed across his face, he shook his head and said:
"Forget it, the weak have no right to choose their fate, black and white are impermanent, suck it."
"Thank you, Marshal, for the reward."
Black and white impermanence shouted respectfully,
A sickly flushed color appeared on their faces.
The two of them appeared behind the sword spirit in a flash, and slapped the sword spirit with their palms.
Although the Ni Lin Sword Spirit noticed something was wrong and wanted to struggle, he found that he could not mobilize any power at all, and even the connection with the Ni Lin Sword became vague.
Feeling the disappearing internal energy in his body, the sword spirit let out a painful scream,
"No! No! No! My inner strength...I am willing to surrender, willing to surrender!!...I also know the secret of the Anti-Scale Sword...No!!!"
No matter how much the sword spirit begged, it could not slow down the flow of internal energy. As the internal force passed, the body of the sword spirit gradually became illusory until it disappeared. Until it completely disappeared, Ying Ziqing didn't look at it once. The secret of Nilin Sword was not very interesting to Ying Ziqing, it was just a broken sword.
Without the sword spirit, the Nilin Sword lay on the ground like an ordinary broken sword.
After absorbing the huge internal power of the Ni-Lin Sword Spirit, the black and white impermanent aura suddenly strengthened.
It is obvious that he has broken through to the late stage of Xiantian.
Ying Ziqing's face was calm. Hei Bai Wuchang was originally a top warrior in the middle stage of Xiantian. After absorbing a sword spirit that had been soaked in the late stage of Xiantian for many years, breaking through the realm was only expected.
After the brother and sister made the breakthrough, they bowed their heads respectfully and clasped their fists:
"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief, for your kindness. My brothers and sisters will definitely live up to the Commander-in-Chief's expectations."
Ying Ziqing smiled faintly. Apparently having two more late-stage Xiantian subordinates put him in a good mood.
"You guys go down and stabilize your realm. If anything happens, I will order someone to find you."
"As you command, Commander."
Ying Ziqing walked to Nilin Canjian,
With a wave of his hand, the Inverse Scale Sword was put into the system space.
Ying Ziqing raised his head and glanced at the moonlight,
The night is still long, so let's go to the purple girl's house.
Ying Ziqing thought so.
…………
In Xinzheng Prison,
Han Fei calmly looked at Mr. Kunquan in front of him, who could no longer disguise himself. The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He was not going to make a big move, but was going to let him go for a whole night and completely break his psychological defense.
Only in this way can Mr. Kunquan be a witness of identification like breaking the boat.
Han Fei stood up leisurely and ordered the jailer beside him before walking out of the dungeon:
"Be sure to keep a close eye on him tonight and don't give him anything to eat."
"Here."
Just after Han Fei disappeared into the dungeon, the jailer turned around and walked to a crack in the wall of the dungeon, secretly placing the information about Han Fei's interrogation of Lord Kunquan into it.
Not long after, a crow flew in through the gap in the iron window, took out the note and flew out.
The black crow flew into the hands of the black-robed Mo Crow, and his body turned into black feathers and disappeared, leaving only the note.
Not long after, Mo Ya presented this note on Ji Wuye's desk.
Ji Wuye snorted coldly, "Han Fei, the wise man, really doesn't know how to live or die. Mo Ya, you did a good job in this matter."
"It is Mo Ya's duty to share the general's worries." Mo Ya looked at Ji Wuye respectfully, his eyes seemed to be full of pious brilliance.
Ji Wuye was very satisfied with Mo Crow's reaction. He touched his unshaven chin with his hand and said gloomily:
"Mo Crow, Young Master Han Fei and the two uncles repeatedly blocked the ghost soldiers, which made the ghost soldiers angry and took action to plunge him into the underworld. Do you know what to do?"
After hearing this, Mo Ya immediately knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:
"Mo Crow understands that everything was done by ghost soldiers."
Ji Wuye nodded with satisfaction, and then continued drinking the wine by himself.
Mo Crow wisely turned into black mist and left the general's mansion.
On Han Fei's only way back home,
Mo Crow, who was standing on the eaves, glanced at the wooden sign with the character "Killing" with the mark of Bad Handsome in his hand.
Looking at the carriage approaching in the distance,
He murmured: "Since you are the person named by the commander to be killed, I will leave you alone today."
Then he wrapped his face in soaked black cloth, took out a jar of purple powder from his arms and sprinkled it into the air.
At the same time, Han Fei was sitting in the carriage thinking about his next plan.
"The testimony of Mr. Kunquan alone is not sufficient proof. If I can find the hiding place of the one hundred thousand military pay, Ji Wuye can spit out what he has eaten..."
at this time,
The carriage seemed to suddenly lose control,
It deflected and hit the wall on the side. Fortunately, Han Fei's car was still sturdy. Han Fei climbed out of the car in disgrace.
When he raised his eyes, he discovered that a faint green light was burning out of thin air in the distance, and a dark ghost soldier riding a skeleton horse stared at him with the green light.
Han Fei looked at the terrifying scene in front of him. Although he felt great fear in his heart, his mind forced him to stay awake. The initiator of the ghost soldiers robbery case was Ji Wuye. There were no ghost soldiers in this world.
But Han Fei was still frightened when he saw this strange scene with his own eyes.
He bravely shouted in the direction of the ghost soldier:
"Stop pretending, I know these are all illusions, and I know you are from Ji Wuye, but I think we can negotiate a deal. I am Han Fei, the ninth master."
However, the hidden figure of Mo Crow remained unmoved.
When Han Fei saw no response from the other party, he panicked for a moment.
Without any martial arts training, any killer could easily kill him.
For a time, he could only place his life on the mysterious swordsman who would appear every time when his life and death were critical.
But what he didn't know was that the mysterious swordsman had already been drained of his power and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Mo Ya's evil face showed a fierce look, and he stabbed Han Fei with a chain with a sharp thorn in his hand.
"Die, Han Fei!"
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