The kings who came to besiege Zhang Xun had already left the alley and appeared next to the king codenamed Painter.
The warden was holding Zhang Xun's ashen corpse in his hands, with a rusty coffin nail hammered into the corpse's chest.
"Although it took some time, Mr. Zhang's matter was successfully resolved. Thanks to you this time. Otherwise, if we let him go, the Asian headquarters would definitely react quickly and launch a counterattack against us."
The missionary walked over slowly and looked at Zhang Falcon, who had been crucified by the warden.
Although the kings who stayed in the alley did not know what happened between the warden and Zhang Shuan, they could imagine that since the warden had the ability to deal with Zhang Shuan who almost escaped from the encirclement and suppression of the five kings, then
It is enough to prove how terrifying the warden's strength is.
"It took you too long. There is only one person on the other side."
The down-and-out painter put away his tools. Although the encirclement and suppression was successful in terms of results, he expressed dissatisfaction with the process of the encirclement and suppression.
He looked at the missionary: "The strength of the captain at the headquarters is somewhat beyond our expectation. With only you and the old woman showing up, this captain named Zhang Xuan didn't even think about escaping, but wanted to kill you two.
Well, you should know very well what this means."
The missionary looked at the painter stiffly: "This is not something you should worry about."
The down-and-out painter asked, "Shouldn't I be worried? There are eleven other captains like him. Although we have the advantage in numbers, we don't seem to have any advantage in terms of average strength. Now we have solved a captain.
, is this a good thing or a bad thing for us?”
The person shrouded in the thick black fog also spoke at this time: "Killing a captain means that we have taken the initiative to provoke a war. Once the headquarters is alerted to what is going on here, it will not be so easy for us to succeed."
The missionary replied: "So we have to launch a further raid while the other party has not yet reacted to Zhang Shuan's incident, and strive to put the Asia headquarters into a state of forced defense before the Ark plan is implemented. We cannot let them
When the plan is implemented, there is still room for a counterattack against us."
"It's time to go. Killing Zhang Xuan is only the first step. There are still eleven captains that we need to deal with. We must try to kill one more captain in the next raid."
The people in the thick black fog nodded when they heard this, and at the same time glanced at the lifeless body of Zhang Xuan: "At least we have gained something this time. Although the old woman was badly beaten by his shot,
After all, he is not dead, and we have killed him, and his supernatural powers will become nutrients that strengthen our strength."
The depressed painter did not speak, but slowly left with his things, disappearing into the silent street.
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Things that happen abroad obviously cannot be quickly transmitted back to China, and the temporary loss of contact with a captain is unlikely to instantly alert the headquarters.
However, such a thing cannot be hidden for too long.
As Zhang Xun's disappearance passes day by day, the headquarters will definitely react, and then a huge earthquake will erupt in the supernatural circle.
And at this moment.
An open space in front of a single-family villa in the suburbs of Dachuan City.
Li Leping, who also doesn't know what's going on abroad, is conducting an experiment here.
The thing he was studying was naturally the big knife he seized from Zhang Xianguang yesterday. In addition, there was also a short stick that was cut into two pieces.
"No way."
Li Leping crossed his arms and frowned slightly as he looked at the short stick on the table in front of him.
The sticks have been spliced together by him in a very simple way.
But this is of no use.
The stick that was broken into two parts was put back together like a jigsaw puzzle, but the short stick that was put back together did not produce supernatural fusion. The break on it was still there, as if to indicate that the two short sticks had completely become two pieces.
An independent individual cannot be transformed back into a stick.
"It seems that Zhang Xianguang's sword is different from the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand."
Li Leping recalled the entire process of his previous confrontation with Zhang Xianguang.
"When Zhang Xianguang swung his sword, although he did chop Yang Jian's ghost into several sections, the ghost was not suppressed, and Yang Jian did not die as a result. Liu San and Wei Jing also resisted the sword.
The attack caused a gash in his body, but he did not die from it."
"From this point of view, it is actually possible for the ghost master who was struck by the knife to survive. The tear formed by the sword only separated the body of the ghost master together with the ghost. After the separation, the two parts lost contact.
, turned into two independent individuals.”
"If an alien faced such an attack, it would most likely be able to withstand a few blows, but there are not so many aliens in this world. Ordinary ghost masters rely on the supernatural power in their bodies to maintain their lives, and they will be stabbed like this.
If it does, the supernatural power in the body will be split into two, and the balance will be broken instantly, which is undoubtedly fatal."
Combining his previous experiences, Li Leping gradually analyzed the true effect of that broadsword.
Yang Jian's hatchet can dismember a ghost. If the level of the dismembered ghost is not too low, it will revive again after a period of time, and then rejoin the dismembered parts, thus returning to the original state.
Once Zhang Xianguang's sword separates the ghost, the divided parts will not be suppressed or freeze, but each will become an independent individual, not connected to each other, which is equivalent to a ghost being chopped down.
After one stab, they will turn into two ghosts.
Both ghosts have the ability to move, and of course, the supernatural power will be divided into two halves.
Just like the short stick cut into two pieces.
Although they were originally one body, due to being split by the sword, they have become two independent entities and will not be rejoined into one body.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So now this short stick has been completely divided into two parts. Unless there is an external supernatural force that splices it together, it will remain in this state."
Li Leping looked with a headache at the short sticks that he had forced together, but would immediately separate again with just a little force.
Half of the short sticks were tied by a rusty iron chain, as if they were imprisoned, forming a strange balance between them.
"Can this chain be a medium that connects two sticks?"
Suddenly, Li Leping looked at the iron chain that had been entangled with a short stick, and suddenly thought of such a possibility.
Since this iron chain has already tied up half of the short stick, what if at this time, the iron chain continues to wrap around the other half of the short stick?
The separated short sticks cannot be reunited in normal ways, but what will happen if another supernatural object is used to connect them at this time?
Especially now, this supernatural thing happened to interact with some short sticks. They clashed with each other under regular collisions, and then merged together.
What will happen to a chain like this that combines the supernatural power of part of the stick when it encounters another part of the stick?
"If Zhang Xianguang is not lying, then this iron chain has three killing laws: death if touched, death if imprisoned, and death if pulled."
"Although it is unclear how Zhang Xianguang operates it, the current killing rules of death if touched and death if imprisoned seem to have reached a balance with the half-cut stick and the ghost tattoo on it."
"So now there is still a killing rule that if you pull on the chain, you will die."
"Try it, let this iron chain with the law of death and murder pull the other half of the iron rod without supernatural tattoos, what will happen."
Just do it.
Li Leping immediately grasped the iron chain and manipulated the rusty and filthy chain to extend towards the other half of the stick like a python winding around it, until it reached the end of the other half of the stick.
The spread then stopped.
The broken end of the short stick was covered by the iron chain.
"It's done."
After finishing all this, Li Leping tugged on the iron chain, then released his hand on the iron chain, then picked up the short stick wrapped in the iron chain, and waved it a few times.
It's very strong, very strong, and it doesn't fall apart with a single swing, as if the original fracture has been rejoined under the entanglement of the iron chain.
However, Li Leping knew that the short stick that seemed to be reunited was only so stable because of the tightening of the iron chain. If the iron chain retreated, even if it was only slightly loosened, the short stick would have been broken.
It will also be restored to its original state.
"I just don't know whether such a forcibly pieced together short stick can exert its original power."
Li Leping thought for a while, but did not continue the experiment.
Because the current conditions did not allow him to study further.
To test whether the short stick has returned to its original state, the only way to test is to find a suitable ghost, and then hit it with a stick to see the effect.
But where to find a suitable ghost now?
If it is too weak, it can be easily suppressed with half a short stick, and the test results cannot explain anything.
It's too strong, but there is one over there in Mingyue Community.
But the problem is that the ghost is too strong. Li Leping doesn't dare to provoke her just because of a test. If he goes in, he might not be able to get out.
"Let's make do with it for now. There is no way to test the power of the short stick now. However, even if the short stick is magical, there is still no way to restore it to its complete state. Now the stick that has been broken into two parts has been entangled with this iron chain.
The killing patterns of the iron chain, combined with the ghost tattoos and the supernatural powers on the half-cut stick, are enough to suppress most evil ghosts."
Li Leping, who put away his short stick, had a thought at this moment.
A large knife covered with rust appeared in front of me.
This knife looks no different from the big knife in Zhang Xianguang's hand. It can be said that it is exactly the same. However, if you look closely, you will find that this knife looks a bit unreal and vague, as if it should not exist in reality.
"I snatched this knife from the ghost in the private school, so this knife should only exist in the conscious world, but the Forgotten Ghost handed it out from the conscious world and handed it over to the sleepwalking ghost in reality.
On hand."
Li Leping grabbed the handle of the broadsword. He didn't feel any discomfort in his body, but something changed before his eyes.
The world in front of me seemed to be torn into a spider web, with cracks appearing all over the place, without any rules at all.
"I have tried the knife with the guy named Nie Yingping before. As long as I draw the knife along the cracks in my sight, the people in the cracks will be divided, just like a cut picture.
Same as the photo.”
"These cracks are what Zhang Xianguang really wants to chop every time he swings his sword. The target he wants to chop is not the person in his sight, but the cracks in his sight. These cracks are equivalent to a medium, as long as they exist in the medium
Everything will be torn apart by the machete."
The process of wielding the sword himself has allowed Li Leping to confirm how to use this sword.
However, he still had some doubts in his heart.
"I remember that the guy named Zhou Deng stole a big knife from Zhang Xianguang before. Although I don't know how he did it, when he held the big knife in his hand, the curse on the big knife seemed to start to attack him.
Erosion is taking place.”
Li Leping recalled that when Zhou Deng picked up the big knife, his entire arm became stiff and numb, and spots appeared on his body, as if he was about to completely rot.
But Zhou Deng didn't seem to feel the pain of rot. If Lu Zhiwen hadn't reacted quickly enough and slapped the big knife out of his hand in time, there might have been more rotten spots on Zhou Deng's body.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "But now that I hold this big knife, nothing happens."
Li Leping looked around his body and didn't notice anything wrong.
"Is it because this knife was not supposed to exist in reality, so my act of forcibly bringing it into reality accidentally got stuck in a loophole, thus avoiding the erosion of the sword? Or should I say that my knife
The body can withstand the cost of the sword, so there are no traces of supernatural erosion?"
Li Leping thought about many possibilities.
However, thinking back carefully, Zhang Xianguang's method of using the sword seemed to be very simple and direct, and there was nothing special about it.
"Don't think about this problem for now."
Based on the idea of using it if it can be used and not thinking about it when there is nothing wrong, Li Leping did not continue to dwell on this issue.
He raised his head slightly, looked at the woods in front of him, raised the big knife in his hand, and slashed along the crack in his sight.
A simple chop.
A terrible scene took place at this moment.
In front of my eyes, every big tree in the forest seemed to have been chopped with a big knife. A ferocious crack actually appeared out of thin air and was torn apart.
In just a blink of an eye, the entire forest seemed to be cut in half with a knife. Then one big tree fell to the other, and the entire forest suddenly raised dust and residual leaves, making bursts of noise. After a long time,
It became quiet.
However, the forest where tall trees originally stood has undergone tremendous changes. It can be said that not a single good tree can be seen anymore, and they have all turned into sharp trunks. The branches are scattered on the ground at this moment.