Several demon hunters stopped checking their disciples, with deep vigilance in their brows and eyes.
Only Chen Qiankun’s face remained unchanged, he casually let go of the iron spurge in his hand, closed his eyes, and the Yin spirit left his body instantly, holding the spurge into the air
It looked like this The demon king with such a breath could not move his face.
But only for a moment.
The euphorbia stood still in the air, seemingly at a loss, and finally fell back into Chen Qiankun's hands.
The old man opened his eyes, and there was something strange in his calm eyes.
The aura disappeared.
Not even the Yinshen can detect its traces.
Within the Ningdan territory, and at such a close distance, it is absolutely impossible for a monster to escape the eyes and ears of Yin Shen. No matter how much breath is gathered, it cannot be condensed into a human form like Zhang Hengzhou, let alone a low-level transformation. Shape technique.
It’s more like some kind of teleportation method, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, just to shock yourself.
If it is such a magical power, I am afraid that the aura revealed just now is just the tip of the iceberg.
Chen Qiankun's hand holding the Huntie spurge slowly tightened, and after a long time he turned to look at the demon hunters.
The demon catcher's expression changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.
The eyes of the old man who suppressed Qingfeng alone showed a little sigh of lamentation for his old age.
“I don’t know which demon king is teasing me here. Since he refuses to show his face, let him see my sharpest sword in Qingzhou.”
“Excuse me, everyone, go. A trip to Yushan County."
"Please Jiang Qiulan."
As soon as he said this, the Qingfeng Mountain disciples, including the two elders who protected the sect, subconsciously touched him. neck.
More than 20,000 heads on the city walls of Yushan County are still there to this day.
The few demon hunters all nodded and said, "Old General, there is no need to be polite, we know the importance."
General Jiang's method of hunting monsters may not be better than that of Old General Chen. After all, she He and the old man are both in the Dan Bao realm. Although they are more powerful, they have not really broken through.
Among all the demon-suppressing generals, he is the only one who does not practice martial arts but practices Hunyuan.
Not even the Yinshen part.
But as long as she walks out of the Yushan City Gate, within half a day at most, all the demon kings with surnames in Linjiang County will receive the news and return to the cave to rest in peace.
The number one sword in Qingzhou, the leader of the twelve demon-suppressing generals. Counting all the demon-suppressing divisions and the four surnames and five factions, the only one who can defeat her is her master, the chief soldier.
"I have important things to do, so I won't stay any longer."
Chen Qiankun shook his head and waved slightly. The red horse turned into a stream of light and came over, giving him a gentle blow. Nose.
Then he took the veteran to the hillside of Qingfeng Mountain and stepped lightly on the top of the high cliff of Guanjian Gorge.
The old man cast his gaze towards the dense forest below, feeling a little amused.
In the message brought back by the demon hunter, the people of Shuiyun Village described vividly, a fierce river god in black clothes with an ink knife on his waist.His eyes were full of killing intent.
When we actually met him, he was a reserved young man.
After waiting all night, he didn’t see the other party coming to pay homage.
He is vigilant, decisive in killing, and has the courage to fight for his life. He is so determined when taking the demon pill that even he, the demon-suppressing general, can't even think of taking away his things.
But he did not use this to ask for greater credit. From the beginning to the end, he was not even willing to get close to himself, let alone flatter him and ask for credit.
"I don't think I can kill the dragon, but I'll give it to you."
Looking at the young man walking out of the tent, the old man showed a rare smile on his lips, and then observed In a few years, it would be a good choice to leave the Qingfeng Mountain sword pool to the other party.
The Demon Suppressing Division does not lack geniuses, but it lacks those who have experienced life and death. Although there is a risk of premature death, how can it protect millions of people without experiencing those moments of life and death.
The seedlings that survive are called good seedlings.
"Although it is safe to stay with me, it is a pity."
If you have made a meritorious service, you should be in glory.
Thinking of this, he said lightly, "If you dare to come down before returning to the Zhenmo Si Yamen, your legs will be broken."
The words that were neither light nor serious floated to the two people at the foot of the cliff. in the ears.
Hong Lei held the horse and looked back in shock. After seeing the familiar figure of Chen Qiankun, he quickly pushed Shen Yi, "I told you that this horse was given to you by the general, so you have to be careful." "What are you trying to do?"
Shen Yi also looked towards that place and saw a red stream of light passing through the sky and disappearing at the end of the field of vision.
Such a wanton gesture made him feel a little more envious.
""
Fortunately, I also have a certain background.
Feeling the Waidan in the sea of qi being re-suppressed by the Melting Sun Treasure Furnace.
Shen Yi withdrew her gaze and mounted the demon horse.
More than twenty Golden Eagle captains opened the way ahead. Surrounded by dozens of foreign camp captains, Hong Lei led the demon horse at a steady pace and transmitted the message into the secret passage
"The old general is very thoughtful. He is worried that you will be noticed by the Yangchunjiang Shui Tribe. No one knows about killing the dragon except these generals."
"But Zhao Kanglin died again. In front of us, and he is the only one who died, the Zhao family can't help but hold grudges in their hearts. Although those old guys may not be able to touch you, they can save a lot of trouble by showing off in advance."
Qingzhou City.
Under the control of the Zhenmo Si Yamen, there are rarely any major incidents here.
It’s just that the swordsman’s wife was kidnapped again, and the thieves in Pingsha Valley drank several jars of the prince’s wine.
As the messengers rushed around one by one, a big event that could make everyone lose their minds could not be concealed and resounded throughout the world.
Qingfeng Mountain is gone.
Unlike the bloody storm in Yushan County, under the hands of General Linjiang County, a huge mountain gate that had lasted for countless years disappeared out of thin air..
The storyteller clutched the ringwood tightly and stood helplessly in the teahouse.
He talked about chivalrous tenderness for decades, and slayed demons with swords for decades, and all of them turned into real "rumors" overnight.
"I"
His dry lips moved, and he barely managed to steady his mind. It was difficult to tell the story he had memorized by heart, and he could only think of new stories. .
"Today I will tell you about a story about the river god of Shuiyun Township who wielded a fairy sword and angrily killed the thousand-year-old river fish spirit"
The storyteller wiped his sweat and patted the sound wood hard. In this dynasty, there is a burly man with a leopard head and eyes, wearing a gilt cloud patterned robe, holding an ink blade that can cut mountains and rivers. He is full of energy, with his feet on the waves of the river, and behind him are thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. "
"The river demon has a ferocious face, a fat head and big ears, and he is arrogant and shouts, who is coming?"
"The big man smiled coldly, and a tortoise handed over his hand. This is When the stars descended from the sky, the Zhenjiang River God just heard his immortal name, and the river demon was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, shaking like chaff, and even that thing shrank into the size of a bean."
"Pfft"
p>The storyteller spat into his hand and said in a high and sharp voice, "Cut down the fairy sword and crush the river demon to ashes."
The young man below who was covered in bandages couldn't help but close his eyes. He whispered, "No, I feel a little embarrassed."
The charming girl in casual clothes picked up the tea cup, feeling a little uneasy, "Common people like to hear exaggerated things."
Li Xinhan looked at the storyteller again, "I don't know how far he is from the Yuye Realm. He should be close. He is also a genius, but he was stuck in the small town of Baiyun and wasted a lot of time."
"That's right."
What did he remember? "I asked you to take me out for a walk earlier, but I forgot to ask why you came back so early. Where is Shen Yi?"
Li Mujin Staring at the broken leaves floating in the teacup, he didn't speak for a long time.
She didn't know why she was in such a hurry to come back. She just arrived in the county for two days and couldn't help but ride back.
What if Qingfeng Mountain continues to recruit captains, what if they get themselves?
Why did they suddenly want no one again?
What can a perfect martial artist do on Qingfeng Mountain?
As the woman's thoughts were in confusion, Li Xinhan slowly frowned and stared at his sister closely, his eyes filled with confusion. After getting sullen, he said in disbelief, "You let him go."
Being questioned in a rare moment, Li Mujin did not refute, but suddenly stood up.
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