Volume Four, Chapter Fifty-Four, The Metamorphosis of the Dragon Slaying Knife
Volume 4, Chapter 54: The Transformation of the Dragon-Slaying Sword
Ling Jie fiercely wiped the dust off his face, looking like a wild wolf at the distant night, in the direction where Qingluan and Bai Feng disappeared.
The dust on Chen Zhen's face was thicker than that on Ling Jie's body. He looked like a woman wearing a facial mask. "If Brother Jiu hadn't reacted so quickly just now and pulled me to jump out of the fifth floor window, I would probably be here now."
It’s no longer in this world.”
Chen Zhen looked up at the window where he jumped from the fifth floor, and couldn't help but feel surprised. It was okay to jump from the fifth floor. The entire fifth floor was more than twenty meters long!
Ling Jie's body was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. If Chen Zhen hadn't had eyes, he would have thought that the person standing next to him at this moment was a living wild wolf!
"Brother Ninth, are you okay?" Chen Zhenzhen couldn't find the words to comfort him, so he could only ask softly. At this moment, even Ling Jie didn't dare to approach him.
After a long time, the surrounding night wind became stronger and colder. Ling Jie slowly recovered and said, "Let's go back."
Chen Zhen didn't dare to say too much. He also knew that as the ninth elder brother, he would be reduced to such a situation. No one would be able to bear it.
It was close to early morning when the two of them returned to the Land of Abundance in South China City. The sky was already starting to get dim and light at about five o'clock.
From a distance, Ling Jie saw a woman standing at the gate of the Land of Abundance. She looked towards the door from time to time, obviously waiting for something, and it turned out to be Bingtong.
"Ling Jie, you're back." Bingtong strode to Ling Jie's side and said anxiously, "Zhao Beijia was snatched away."
Ling Jie's head hurt. This was what he was most worried about. He didn't say anything. The group of people went straight up to the office on the 49th floor. Ling Jie said, "What's going on?"
Ling Jie really couldn't believe that someone could snatch someone from Bingtong's hand.
Bingtong bit her lip and said, "That person is Wang Xiaoman, I ignored it. I didn't expect that she is such a master. I underestimated her before."
"How brave you are to come here to publicly rescue Bai Feng alone, and even Zhao Beijia was openly snatched away by them!" Ling Jie could no longer hold back the depression in his heart, and slapped his palm on the desk, making a crisp sound.
——“Crack!”
Chen Qiang said from the side, "Brother Ninth, their skills are too terrifying. They are all terrifying masters. Although our Jiuzhou Dynasty is powerful, there are not many masters who can truly compete with them."
Ling Jie breathed slowly and quickly calmed down. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, took one out and put it in his mouth, then lit it and started to smoke slowly.
Everyone in the field fell into silence. Finally, Chen Zhen said, "If we have a hundred elite elites like Master, I think something like this will never happen again in the future."
Chen Qiang said, "I agree with Chen Zhen. Now is the time to form an elite force. An organization must have an unrivaled elite force. This is the real strength."
Seeing that Bingtong was silent, Chen Zhen reminded him, "Master, what do you think?"
Bingtong nodded lightly, still a little dazed, as if he hadn't recovered from the incident just now.
Ling Jie slowly exhaled a breath of smoke and said, "It is a bit difficult to have an elite army in a short period of time. Now our task is to manage our own gangs, expand the number of people, and firmly control the five cities in South China.
Hold it in your own hands."
Ling Jie said, "As for the issue of forming elites, I am going to spend 100 million to open an academy similar to a martial arts school to attract heroes from all over the country. This matter will be handled by you, Chen Qiang."
Chen Zhen seemed to be very interested in this decision and started discussing it hand in hand with Chen Qiang. After everyone had breakfast together, they separated. Ling Jie and Bingtong entered their rooms.
Bingtong seemed to feel something strange about Ling Jie, and wanted to scold him, but after seeing Ling Jie's expression, she didn't say anything. She just sat on the big chair and watched Ling Jie's every move quietly. Tong was surprised to see Ling Jie wipe the Dragon-Slaying Saber very carefully with a paper towel. He wiped it with great concentration. Every time he wiped it, his body was trembling slightly, and even his eyes were filled with the Dragon-Slaying Saber. filled with shadows.
Bingtong had a bad feeling. She always felt that Ling Jie was going to do something surprising, but she didn't know what it was. She could only watch Ling Jie's every move more carefully.
suddenly!
Ling Jie raised the dragon-slaying knife and quickly stabbed it into his thigh.
"Pfft--" There was a slight sound, and the dragon-slaying knife pierced the thigh, and blood spattered.
"No..." Bingtong finally understood what he was going to do, and rushed forward to grab Ling Jie's hand holding the knife, but she was a step too late, "Have you forgotten what Mengyao said, Dragon-Slaying Knife It is a spiritual knife. Once it is stained with the blood of the knife holder, it will absorb the blood and turn into a red knife."
"call out--"
The splashed blood droplets seemed to have absorbed a huge amount of sucking power in an instant, and all of them flew back, landed on the blade of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and were quickly sucked into the blade. The half remained in Ling Jie's body. The blade inside the body was like a water pump, violently sucking the blood from Ling Jie's body.
As more and more blood is absorbed, the blade gradually turns red. The blood-red color is piercing to the eyes.
"Ah..." The dragon-slaying knife drew a large amount of blood from Ling Jie's body, causing Ling Jie to scream like a wolf, and the veins on his forehead burst out, as if they were about to burst.
"No, hold it back." Bingtong couldn't bear it, and took Ling Jie into her arms. Ling Jie bit her shoulder so hard that a trace of blood came out from her shoulder...
"Since you have chosen this path, you must stick to it." The blood dripping from Bingtong's shoulders stained her clothes red. She just bit her lower lip tightly and did not make a sound. How could she bear to look at herself? A man in such pain...
She clearly felt that Ling Jie's clothes quickly became soaked, and the sweat soaked the clothes like rain...
After a long time, the dragon-slaying knife that turned completely red finally stopped drawing blood. It was slowly pulled out from Ling Jie's thigh and floated in mid-air. The blood-colored luster looked very dazzling under the light of the room.
Ling Jie gasped for breath, and was surprised to find that the wound on his thigh had healed unexpectedly, and his body did not feel tired at all, nor did he feel uncomfortable due to excessive blood loss. On the contrary, he felt that his body was more energetic than ever. , whether it is eyesight, ears, or body sensitivity and reaction speed, it has accelerated a lot.
Ling Jie looked at the Dragon-Slaying Sword floating in the air. It was a three-foot-long red thin sword. It looked slim and had an evil feeling. Ling Jie slowly stretched out his hand and held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand. What made Ling Jie even more surprised was that, holding the dragon-slaying knife, he could now hear the slight footsteps outside the door, and from those footsteps, he could tell how many people there were. The approximate size and pace of each person were Whether he was getting closer or farther away, the sound of people talking downstairs, how many people were talking... he could feel it one by one.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword and I have an indescribable intimacy, as if it has become a part of my body and can sense my emotions, and I can also feel the thoughts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Even the person standing on the Dragon-Slaying Sword
Ling Jie can clearly sense a fly. This feeling of spiritual connection is so wonderful.
"Ling Jie, what's wrong with you?" Bingtong asked worriedly when she saw Ling Jie's demented expression.
Ling Jie shook his head lightly, "It's wonderful." Once he held the dragon-slaying knife, Ling Jie felt a strong urge to kill in his heart!
Bingtong said, "You have a strong murderous aura, put down the knife quickly."
Ling Jie put down the knife, and as expected, he felt his mind relax and immediately become clearer. He no longer had the strong urge to kill.
"Where did the injury on your shoulder come from?" Ling Jie asked in shock when he saw the blood on Bingtong's shoulder. Then he thought that there were only two people in the room, who else could it be besides himself, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that."
…”
Bingtong smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. Mengyao said at the beginning that you should never do this unless you have to, but you still chose this path in the end."
Ling Jie helped Bingtong clear the wound and carefully bandaged it with gauze, "I know that this can develop the spirituality of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, but it will also open up the killing intention in the Dragon-Slaying Sword. And according to Mengyao, this is very dangerous.
It might corrode my will, but there's no way, I need it now."
Bingtong gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe, maybe there is a way..."
"Impossible, Qianlong's mission is not allowed to fail. I will go to Guangzhou to retrieve Zhao Beijia. This time it is not for the Kyushu Dynasty, but entirely for the country and Qianlong's mission."
Ling Jie gently put on Bingtong's coat and smiled tenderly, "Just wait here for my good news."
Ling Jie wrapped up the dragon-slaying knife and put it in his coat. When he turned around to get it, Bingtong suddenly took his hand and said, "I'll go with you."
"You can't go." Ling Jie didn't look back and answered simply.
"Why? If I go, at least I will take care of you."
"If something happens to me, you will have to take responsibility for the one hundred thousand brothers in the Kyushu Dynasty. In addition, you have a good apprentice, Chen Zhen, who needs you to teach him martial arts."
Bingtong suddenly stood up and hugged Ling Jie from behind, hugging him tightly, as if Ling Jie would disappear the next moment if not, "Promise me that you will come back alive."
Ling Jie was silent for five seconds before speaking, "Yes, I will always be a part of Qianlong. People in Qianlong never fail."
Bingtong obediently let go of her hand, and Ling Jie walked out without looking back. He looked very bleak, but very chic and bold.
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When Ling Jie came to the lobby on the first floor, Murong Qing was standing there waiting early, "Boss, you are finally down."