Chapter 8 The light of the sword resolves grievances
The bullock cart slowly drove into Dongfu Street.
The night was getting thicker, the long street was empty, and there was silence everywhere. A beggar huddled in a dark corner. When he saw the bullock cart, he immediately sat up straight and made a gesture to Wang Yifu to indicate that nothing happened.
Zhikarizhen got off the bullock cart, holding a long sword, and came to the door of the third house from the left in the north row of Dongfu Street. His mental power extended out, covering the entire house, and he soon found the sleeping soundly man.
The demon cultivator, as well as a dozen or so guards of the Yongning Hou Mansion who were ambushing around the house with their bows and arrows drawn, including several masters from the Bolingyuan clan.
The dignity of the clan cannot be insulted. Even though there is still some controversy within the Bolinghara clan about Shikari Shin, they still sent out good personnel to fully support this operation.
The sword light flashed, and the door lock silently snapped. Zhikarizhen crossed the threshold and walked straight to the inner room. In the darkness, his powerful spiritual power was the sharpest eye, and he clearly observed the demon cultivator lying on his side against the wall.
On the wooden bed, the sleeping posture is shaped like a long bow, and the breathing is steady and powerful.
Behind the bedroom door, there is a warning talisman, and there is something similar to a demon soul hovering on the roof beam. It is the size of a human head, with green eyes, and a long tail, showing a translucent gray-black color.
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Zhikari really didn't care and pushed open the door calmly. The warning talisman immediately ignited and made a sharp whistle. The demon soul on the roof beam also roared and pounced on it viciously.
The demon cultivator woke up and instinctively stood up and started to use his fingers to perform the technique. The reaction was not unpleasant.
With a "Pfft" sound, a sharp ray of sword light flew through the air, first passed through the demon soul, and then pierced the demon cultivator's eyebrows. The sword movements were coherent and smooth, and completed in one go.
The demon soul shrieked and shattered, and a little red blood came out from the center of his eyebrows. The demon cultivator "thumped" and fell on the bed, dying.
Next place, Jiqingfang. Zhikarizhen sheathed his long sword, turned around and went out. Then, the guards of the Hou Mansion entered the bedroom, cleaned up the body, and erased all traces.
In the next hour or so, Zhihouzhen and Wang Yifu abandoned their cars and hurried on, fighting in more than ten places in a row, killing the monks who intercepted Zhihouzhen one by one.
"Your Majesty, in front of you is Changganli, which is also a secret stronghold of Tianmo Sect in Jiankang. The four monks of Tianmo Sect live here temporarily." Standing at the entrance of the alley, Wang Yifu looked in, the alley was deep and winding, like
A long snake crawling in the darkness shows the outline of Mo Lake.
"Is the exit at the other end sealed?" Zhikari asked, holding his sword.
"This is a dead end." Wang Yifu replied.
"You are so confident. You are worthy of being the most powerful demon sect in Yunhuang." Zhikarizhen smiled. He didn't even need an escape route. This shows how rampant the demon cultivators of the Tianmo Sect are.
"Your Majesty..." Wang Yifu looked at Zhihou Zhen and said hesitantly.
"What"
Wang Yifu's lips moved. He wanted to say that behind the Heavenly Demon Sect was Pei Changhuan, the top master of the human race. He wanted to say that the Bolingyuan clan's help had left, and all the guards in the Hou Mansion had withdrawn. No one wanted to offend the Heavenly Demon Sect. He wanted to say that the Crown Prince
Revenge is never too late.
But looking at the young man's calm brows in the night, watching the silk bamboo sword slowly unsheathed in the darkness, and the clear sword light lighting up inch by inch, he suddenly realized that nothing could stop this sword or the sword that would bloom in the next moment.
Dazzling light.
Wang Yifu was silent, then suddenly laughed: "It is their honor to die under the master's peerless swordsmanship." With the courtesy of a vassal, he bowed and watched Zhi Shouzhen walking into the alley, as if he were strolling in a courtyard.
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"Bang——" The sound of breaking the door tore through the silence, and the sharp sword light suddenly appeared, rolling in like a fierce gust of wind.
The first monk from Tianmomen who ran out caught a glimpse of the sword light, and his throat felt cold, and blood spurted out of his neck. His eyes looked frightened, and he staggered backwards, dying.
The sword light turned and circled towards the cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect behind him. This man clapped his palms quickly, whistling like waves, striking out overlapping dense palm shadows. At the same time, a strong black energy rushed out from his Tianling Cap, turning into
A ferocious demon with a green face and fangs, with a body like a leopard and a long tail like a snake, roared and pounced on Shikari Makoto.
The power of Zhikari's true sword did not change, but the sword's strong wind dispersed and split into strands of breeze, ethereal and illusory, all-pervasive, passing through the dense palm shadow in an instant, and the thousands of strands of breeze merged into one again.
Shoot directly into the opponent's throat.
"Pfft!" Blood spurted out, and the sword entered his throat. The demon cultivator groaned and fell down. The silk and bamboo sword came back with a bang, the last one coming first, and cut the evil demon in front of Zhikarizhen into two, turning it into a fishy stench.
The black smoke dispersed.
"Yuan An, you are so brave!" "Just wait for the crazy revenge of our Heavenly Demon Sect!" The expressions of the two demon cultivators who ran out changed drastically and they shouted sternly.
The demon cultivator on the left rushed straight towards him, like an angry tiger pouncing on its prey, with a fierce momentum. Behind it appeared its own Dharma form: a huge nine-story black tower standing majestically, dense with demonic energy, surrounded by gloomy clouds and mist. The demon cultivator
With a finger, the black magic tower pressed down in the air, making a thrilling roar and covering Zhikarizhen.
However, the demon cultivator on the right pulled away and flew back. The figure rising behind him was a demon girl. She was charming and graceful, with skin as bright as snow. Neon ribbons hung down from her half-undressed clothes, surrounding the demon cultivator and dragging her down.
He speeded up and fled out the door. At first glance, it looked like a kite in mid-air leading a person away.
"This witch's magic skills are pretty good. Not only can she help you escape, but you can also entertain yourself. It's much more useful than your left hand." Meng Mengda smiled in the sea of consciousness.
Zhikarizhen shook his head slightly. The two demon cultivators seemed to be attacking and fleeing, one was brave and the other was timid. However, under the observation of his huge mental power, he could vaguely feel the direction of the vitality in their bodies: the attacking demonic cultivator's vitality flowed to their legs,
Leaning to the right side of the body, it was clear that he was trying to escape from the side. The magic tower that was pressing over him was just a bluff, delaying time; the escaping demon cultivator gathered momentum with his legs, and most of his energy flowed into his palms. The ribbon of the demon girl contained the secret power of counterattack.
, once you pursue him, you will immediately face this person’s fierce counterattack.
In an instant, the silk and bamboo sword exploded with dazzling light. The sword light enveloped Zhikarizhen, and he flew straight up, facing the dark magic tower without hesitation.
"Boom!" The air waves rolled, the magic tower collapsed, and the sword light seemed to penetrate the void and come out straight through the magic tower. The originally straight sword suddenly twisted to the left, turning in a subtle small arc, like
When the flowing mountain stream encounters rocks, it slides sideways. The whole process of change is natural and smooth, without any warning.
The demon cultivator ducked to the right at this moment, waiting for Ruo to take the initiative to meet the sword light.
Blood splattered and a sword entered the throat!
Zhikari pointed his toes to the ground, accelerated again, and the sharp sword light hit the last demon cultivator.
The distance between the two sides kept getting closer, and the demon cultivator was about to climb up the wall and escape from the house. Suddenly, the demon girl's ribbon swung back, and the demon cultivator's forward momentum turned into a reverse, and the whole person counterattacked,
The sharp light burst out from his hand, and a series of vicious Yuanmo Soul-losing Yin Leizi shot out.
The Yuanmo Lost Soul Yin Lei Zi is black in color, each one resembles a child's face, and emits a shrill cry. Even if it gets a little bit, it will pollute the soul and turn it into a walking zombie.
"Rumble--" The dense Yuanmo Soul-losing Yin Leizi fell into the air, making dents everywhere, gravel, and mud flying. The demon cultivator turned pale with fright, and Zhi ShouZhen's figure emerged from behind him,
The sword flashed and penetrated the throat!
Four corpses lay on the ground, all with a sword in their throats. But Zhikari didn't leave. He walked into the inner room with his sword and looked at an ugly man bound by iron chains.