On the school field.
The scenes that happened before were too fast and too incredible.
The iron cavalry, light cavalry, and infantry who were supposed to be inspected by the King of Northern Liang looked at each other in shock.
In their view, it was a sword falling from the sky, defeating General Liu and the snow-haired swordsman in succession, and then severely injuring the King of Beiliang. Finally, he was narrowly caught by Murong Wudi who came from the distant sky.
As for the Shenfeng Army composed of martial arts masters, you should see more of them, and their expressions should be more complicated.
Especially some of the second-level masters, their eyesight and hearing are far beyond ordinary people, and they even heard what the King of Northern Liang said to Liu Jinu.
If this is really what the young emperor did, it would be too chilling.
"Why did he show up?"
In the Shenfeng Army, Qi Jiajie, the number one swordsman in the capital, had his scalp exploded.
Logically speaking, Emperor Murong Tong should arrive at Hutou City in two days.
Could it be that the flying sword was making too much noise, attracting him?
Now the situation was not good. Although Xu Weixiong was severely injured, he provoked this guy.
At the Huishan Snow Conference, Emperor Murong Tong first fought against Wang Xianzhi, then against all the heroes in the world, and finally sat on the throne of the co-leader of the martial arts world, leaving an indelible impact on the Qi Jia Festival.
He had no doubt that with the opponent's cultivation level, he would be able to pierce through the crowd and find himself.
He would not doubt that as long as Emperor Murong Tong was willing, he, the number one swordsman in the capital, could be defeated with just one move.
In this plan, he, Qi Jiajie, is the sword master, while Chai Qingshan next to him is just the assistant on the left. The latter might have been let off because of his talent, but he was certain to die.
"No, I have to go."
Qi Jia Festival's mind is spinning.
Murong Tonghuang is currently paying attention to Xu Weixiong's injury, so it is the best time to leave.
He glanced at Chai Qingshan and saw that the other party was also attracted by the previous movement. He didn't bother to remind him, so he quietly retreated and disappeared into the school grounds in a short time.
Chai Qingshan, who also had a face full of anger, suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction where Qi Jiajie disappeared, sighing softly.
"How's it going? How's the Weixiong's injury?" Qi Lianhua rushed over and asked.
"Don't worry, your life is safe." Yu Liancheng said.
"That's good." Qi Lianhua took a long breath.
Even though he knew the plan before, he was still shocked when he saw the sword piercing Xu Weixiong's chest.
"This is……"
Qi Lianhua frowned again, as if he had seen an extremely incredible scene.
I saw strange movements on Xu Weixiong's cuffs, shoulders and other places, as if there were hooks tearing at the cuffs.
"Most of her luck was destroyed by that sword strike. The guys in the sky couldn't sit still. This is something they have coveted for a long time." Yu Liancheng laughed.
"Is everything going to be okay?" Qi Lianhua's frown deepened.
The immortal is sitting high in the sky, holding a pole and fishing, just like a man fishing.
In the eyes of the Qi Refiners, you may see fishing lines falling into the world, catching Xu Weixiong's luck.
"It's a small thing."
Yu Liancheng held the nameless sword, which was one foot long and as thin as a willow leaf, and waved it casually, just like a child waving his beloved wooden sword.
The fishing line in the sky was cut off.
"You guy..."
Qi Lianhua was speechless for a moment, but as a top expert who participated in the Huishan Battle, this situation seemed not to be shocking.
After all, the person in front of me is Murong Wudi, who can fight against the world's masters by himself.
But a moment after the fishing line was cut off, Xu Weixiong's cuffs and collar began to move again.
Yuliancheng, who was gathering luck for Xu Weixiong, struck again.
After repeating this for four or five times, Yu Liancheng finally became impatient and raised his head to look at the sky: "Don't be so shameless, you are looking for a slap in the face. If anyone dares to be presumptuous again, don't blame me for being rude." "
The strange hooking stopped for a moment, and then began to continue for a long time. Even Yu Liancheng's body also appeared to be hooked.
However, if you observe carefully, you may find that the number of hooks seems to have become less.
Some of the immortals in the sky realized the current situation and left, but some people are getting worse.
"Haha, you are really ignorant."
Yu Liancheng snorted coldly and cut off the "fishing line" again. Then he turned his wrist and raised the handleless sword to his chest.
This long sword was still buzzing and trembling, emitting an invisible sword energy that could separate gold and cut jade.
If it were another master, he might have been cut to pieces by the sword energy before even getting close to the sword.
"You are stubborn enough, either as a person or as a sword. Being too stubborn is always bad."
Yu Liancheng's left thumb clasped his middle finger and flicked it.
This seemingly simple shot used extremely strong "shattering" power.
With a "Kacha" sound, the nameless sword broke from it.
However, this sword is too long. Even if it is cut off by more than half, it is still longer than an ordinary sword.
The nameless sword, which was originally very restless, suddenly became quiet, but it lost its previous aura and was no different from an ordinary dead object.
Yu Liancheng picked up the broken blade with his backhand and looked at the sky, as if he could see the immortal holding a pole and fishing with a sneer on his face.
So, Yu Liancheng threw the broken blade into the air.
The broken blade broke through the clouds, and then suddenly burst open.
The luck and shattering power contained in it impacted everywhere, opening the heavenly gate, and after a few rapid screams, the immortals fell like rain.
"This this……"
Even Qi Lianhua, who prided himself on being well-informed, was a little dumbfounded.
"Immortals should sit high in the sky and mess around in the mortal world. Once the heavenly gate opens and you fall into the mortal world, you are not enough for me to kill you with one hand."
Yu Liancheng cursed a few words casually.
After concentrating his luck on Xu Weixiong again, Yu Liancheng finally let out a long breath. In this world, luck is indeed very important.
Since Xu Weixiong wants to sit in the supreme position, there must be no mistakes in this aspect.
After handing Xu Weixiong to the two maids, Yu Liancheng stepped out and instantly came to Chai Qingshan, who was wearing a root mask.
"Chai Qingshan, take action."
Yu Liancheng looked directly at Chai Qingshan.
Chai Qingshan sighed softly and held out the sword in his hand.
But in the next moment, as Emperor Murong Tong raised his brows and the colorful light flashed in his eyes, the swordsman master immediately vomited blood and stumbled to the ground.
"Press him down and put him in prison." Yu Liancheng said casually and looked in the direction where Qi Jiajie escaped.
"Mr. Qi, I'll leave the little mouse that escaped to you."
Before Qi Lianhua could speak, a voice with captivating magic but cold voice sounded: "He is mine."
"oh."
"A military order can be issued."
"Go ahead."
Everyone in the school grounds seemed to see a black shadow flash past.
Yu Liancheng's face suddenly condensed, he pointed the nameless broken sword in the direction of Tai'an City, and said loudly: "My son from the Zhao family, today you give Beiliang a sword. Ten days later, I will return it with my own sword."
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
