Chapter 46 On the three-footed sword, it is the Qingming of the world!
The effective range of the death-preventing disaster method is not long.
At least with the old Taoist priest's current Taoist practice, it is still within ten miles.
Especially when one of his arms was torn off by Zhang Yue, the smell of blood could not be concealed for a while.
Wei Yuan held the sword and quickly caught up under the effect of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman. He stepped on the breeze and was extremely fast. In this current state, the perception strengthened by the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman was extremely sharp, and just when he had almost caught up.
At that time, I suddenly received a call from the special operations team.
"Master of the Guard, have you found the Taoist priest?"
"If found, please escort him back."
"This kind of evil magician needs to be handed over to the Tianshi Mansion to be sentenced and convicted together with Dahua's criminal justice department. Although the crime is extremely heinous, the judicial process must still be followed. There is no way around it. He is a human being after all...
"
Wei Yuan paused for a moment, looked calm, and said, "Yeah."
Hang up the phone and put it on the stone next to it.
Wei Yuan held his sword and walked into this desolate place in the outskirts of Quan City. It leaned against a small mountain. There were villages, but they had long been abandoned. The young people went down the mountain, and the old people went to their children's homes. There was almost no one there.
Come, the old Taoist priest whose arm was torn off is sitting on a stone, his face is pale, but when he looks at Wei Yuan, he has a trace of calmness and grins.
"The little guy came a little late. Did he send the monster on his last journey?"
"My heart is not bad, but it's a pity that I have already reported the crime and surrendered."
"Choose a day to go to court. Whether you live or die depends on your fate. You have to stay there for at least a lifetime. But at this time, you, a righteous monk, still have to protect the safety of the old Taoist, take care of food and shelter, and provide good food and drink.
"
Wei Yuan's voice was cold and he hummed.
He slowly sheathed the long sword and walked forward slowly.
As he approached, the old Taoist priest noticed something was wrong and emphasized: "I have surrendered."
"According to the law, you can't do anything to me."
"Um."
Wei Yuan still answered calmly.
The experienced veteran knew something was wrong, and his face changed suddenly. He grabbed a mobile phone with his intact right hand and was about to press the alarm button. He heard a gunshot. His skinny palm and the mobile phone were hit by bullets specially aimed at demons.
After the hole was penetrated, the old Taoist priest screamed and fell to the ground, his face turned pale and his body was trembling.
Wei Yuan raised his gun:
"Unfortunately, I am not a member of the action team."
The old Taoist priest's face turned pale. He planned to take the last resort and go to jail to think of something else. However, he did not expect this. Seeing the murderous aura of Wei Yuan in front of him, he hurriedly said: "Stop, in the world of spiritual energy, there is no one here except you and me."
There are also the eyes and ears of other mountain elves and wild monsters. If the time comes, as long as you ask questions, your actions will not be concealed at all."
"You are still young, there is no need to die with the old man and me!"
In order to survive, he coughed up blood, slapped the ground hard, and said angrily:
"Land, spirit, come quickly, come quickly!"
It's said to be land, but it's just some harmless monsters.
Wei Yuan did feel that there were an extra pair of eyes around him.
These are the spirits and monsters that existed in ancient times, the nature of things, and their spiritual energy slowly awakened after their revival.
There is no way to harm people, but it is also difficult to eliminate.
A person with good manners can attract people to ask questions.
The old Taoist priest was breathing heavily, his face was like gold paper.
Before he could speak, Wei Yuan pulled the trigger again, and the armor-piercing bullet directly penetrated the old Taoist priest's right knee. He let out another shrill scream, and then fired another shot, piercing the right leg, and then slightly raised the muzzle of the gun.
Once he locked his eyebrows, the old Taoist priest let out a low growl.
The armor-piercing bullet was fired, but it only hit a scarecrow, which was another method of death.
But this time the old Taoist priest's body appeared not far away, panting rapidly.
The invisible mountain spirits all around stared at this scene.
The old Taoist said angrily: "If I die, don't even think about it!"
"Who are you, and which faction do you belong to?! Do you still know the rules?!"
The mountain elves and monsters seemed to be whispering to each other.
Several of them seemed to want to come out to persuade Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan put away the empty firearm, then took out the Crouching Tiger waist badge and hung it on his waist.
It was like a tiger roaring in the air.
The atmosphere in the deserted village that seemed to be surrounded by many 'people' suddenly solidified.
Wei Yuan looked calm and raised his hand to draw his sword.
The sound of the sword blade rubbing against the scabbard was as cold as if it came from the dim historical memories, making the hands and feet of the mountain of resurrected monsters feel cold.
"Captain Si Li is handling the case, please don't disturb anyone else."
………………
There was a moment of dead silence.
Then in the blink of an eye, all the monsters in the mountain dispersed neatly.
The land drills directly into the ground.
The wind spirit lay on the tip of the wind and ran away looking at the horizon.
"...the ancient Crouching Tiger?"
The old Taoist priest's face was already pale. Wei Yuan exhaled and exerted his strength. He broke the sword in his left hand and clenched the Eight-sided Han Sword in his right hand. He violently attacked and killed. The old man's spell suddenly spilled out and was directly chopped off by the Eight-sided Han Sword in his left hand.
The broken sword tore, its strength was extremely cold, and it cut a ferocious wound directly into the demon Taoist priest's arm.
The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand followed him, like a dragon, piercing his left shoulder and coming out through his bones.
The old Taoist priest raised his hand to hold the sword blade and said angrily:
"Lang Lang Qiankun, you want to kill me for a monster?!"
Wei Yuan's face was calm, and he slashed down hard with the broken sword in his left hand, breaking through a layer of black clouds and embedding it into the old Taoist's shoulder.
"He is not a monster."
Blood splattered.
He raised his arms forward, crossed his swords, and attacked like crazy using Xuanyuan Sword Technique and battlefield swordsmanship.
The old Taoist priest originally cultivated magical powers, not like Wei Yuan's way of slaying demons. In addition, he was injured and had his Taoist skills broken by thunder. He saw that his life-saving methods were constantly being destroyed by Wei Yuan's sword skills.
Chop it into pieces, fear gradually appeared in your heart. With the last sword strike, the roar of a tiger exploded, and the last scarecrow was chopped into pieces.
The old Taoist priest turned pale and retreated, begging for mercy again and again.
"I...you stop, I already know my mistake."
"I am also forced. If you let me go, I will definitely die in prison for the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?!"
"I will give you all the Taoism and magic of our lineage. I will give them all to you."
Wei Yuan didn't answer, and his hand movements didn't stop at all.
The two swords slashed wildly, and the swordsmanship was powerful, cutting through all the talismans and spells on the old Taoist priest.
He remembered the words of Captain Sili in the film "Moon Dew".
Kill demons without mercy.
On top of the three-foot sword, we will see the clarity of the world!
Who is a demon?!
The eight-sided Han sword in the right hand held the old Taoist priest's right arm, and the broken sword in the left hand was held backwards, and he slashed across his throat, tearing the spell protection, and a burst of blood flowed out. The expression on the old Taoist priest's face was frozen, but there was nostalgia in his eyes.
With tears streaming down his face, he fell to the ground and opened his mouth, which seemed to be someone's nickname.
Wei Yuan put the sword at his side.
On the waist badge, the feathers of a golden-feathered bird emerge.
Mobilize the demon power to the greatest extent.
The Eight-sided Han Sword was slashed out fiercely. A strong wind roared above the sword body. The extremely thin wind flowed in the opposite direction at an extremely fast speed, wrapping up the body of Demon Dao. It was turned into flying ash by the majestic demon power in the air. The dead body was
No longer able to die, the strong demonic power and vicious aura also shattered Wei Yuan's own aura.
Wei Yuan looked pale and slowly sheathed his sword.