Chapter 43: Why Should the Army Fear Practitioners?
Because the distance was extremely close, the painter could see and feel clearly that there was nothing connected between Lin Xi's hand and the long sword. It was entirely due to the concentration of soul power that the sword flew back.
This is the real Edge of Sword!
However, in the world of practitioners, only practitioners at the level of Saint Master can truly wield a sword.
He was already a practitioner close to the peak of the Grand Master, but the more he reached this level of cultivation, the more he felt that he was still unimaginably far away from the "holy" level.
He is detached from ordinary practitioners, and with his powerful strength, he can even ignore many rules in the world, and the "holy" level of many laws. For him, it is not a door, but a mountain.
Could it be that the other party is a holy master?
How could there be a Saint Master-level practitioner in such an ordinary business?
And if he was a Saint Master, how could he deliberately lower his cultivation level and engage in such a duel with himself?
But if he were not a Saint Master, how could the other party be able to control a sword?
And what happened to the golden lightning that struck him, causing half of his body to be burned and almost paralyzed?
Among all the cultivators in this world, only the Changsun family from Zhongzhou can turn their soul power into powerful golden lightning.
In the short period of time when the battle situation changed subtly, countless shocking thoughts filled the artist's mind.
The blank feeling in his brain caused by the extreme shock caused real sluggishness in the use of soul power in his body.
"laugh!"
Lin Xi's sword struck directly across his face.
The mottled mask on his face split into two pieces and fell from his face.
There was a horrific sword wound from the left cheek to the right cheek, but even the blood pouring from the wound could not hide the extreme shock on his face.
"boom!"
The soul power in his body finally burst out again.
Lin Xi let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards at a faster speed again. His back hit the wall at the end of the corridor. The moment his back hit the wall with a dull sound, his body
There were also many sounds of bone cracking, but his eyes remained locked on the painter's face.
He could see very clearly that the painter was originally a middle-aged man with a thin face, a few sparse beards, slightly high cheekbones, and a face that looked like a somewhat downtrodden teacher.
"How can it be!"
"who are you!"
At this moment, the painter could definitely see that Lin Xi, who fell slumped against the wall, was much more seriously injured than himself, but he still screamed and howled like he was going crazy.
The rain canopy above his head had collapsed due to the powerful force bursting out of his body. At this moment, the dense cold rain washed over his face, causing blood and rain to drip down on his face, making the wounds look even more ferocious and terrifying. I don’t know.
Whether it was pain, cold, or fear, his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
"You don't need to know who I am."
"As long as I remember the aura on your body and know your face, that's all."
Lin Xi started coughing and coughed up some blood foam, but his expression was very happy and he fought very happily. He understood that with his current fighting power, if he used all his strength, it would be possible to kill such a powerful person over the top.
opponent. And he has achieved his goal.
Because if you want to use this painter to deal with Su Zhongwen, you must at least know the true identity of this painter and find him from Qingyuan City.
Looking at the painter who couldn't understand at all and whose body was shaking, Lin Xi didn't say anything more, but just said something back in her heart.
…
Time goes back to before the countdown.
Except for Lin Xi, no one knew what had happened in this world, in the small courtyard where Lin Xi and Chen Feirong were.
Cold raindrops were falling densely in the sky.
A painter wearing a brown robe and a mask was walking on a muddy path.
Looking at the very quiet Liuyuan in the distance, the boredom in the heart of this cultivator who was already very strong in the world became more intense, and his body began to tremble with excitement.
After all, this woman is not only beautiful, but she is also the mysterious shopkeeper of Da Dexiang who was widely circulated in the past.
A woman with such status is naturally more attractive.
Just like the eldest princess in Yunqin Imperial City, there are countless men in Yunqin who have dirty desires for her in their hearts and want to blaspheme her, but they don't dare to say it out. For him, if
If he has a strong enough cultivation level to be able to enter and leave the imperial city freely, the eldest princess will naturally be the most attractive to him. He will definitely enter the palace, play with the eldest princess, and do something to her.
The most exquisite painting, let everyone in the world see it, and declare to the world that the woman they only dare to imagine in their hearts has been molested by him.
…
Just when this cultivator, who was trembling with excitement because of his desire, was still several miles away from the Liuyuan Garden, Lin Xi had already walked to Chen Feirong's door and knocked on the door.
"Got to go?"
Chen Feirong asked in the room.
She did not take off her clothes, but just sat on the bed with her clothes on. When she heard Lin Xi's knock on the door, she also stood up.
"Yes." Lin Xi nodded slowly.
Without any hesitation or asking Lin Xi any reason, Chen Feirong opened the door and quickly followed Lin Xi into a carriage that was already waiting at the side door.
Lin Xi tightened her clothes, put on a bamboo hat, and put on a thick raincoat. She shouted "Drive!" and the carriage, pulled by two of the finest horses, was like an arrow.
General, he rushed out, rushed out of the manor, ran along the avenue, and ran towards the city.
The black carriage broke through the rain curtain.
The thunderous sound of horse hooves broke the calmness of the rainy night.
There were still several miles away from the Lingering Garden, and the painter who was moving quickly stopped in shock.
He vaguely saw the carriage rushing out, and then watched the carriage leave at an alarming speed and disappear from his sight.
"How is this going?"
The painter looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared. He couldn't figure out why the woman who was living here so well in the middle of the night suddenly lost her nerve and why she was so anxious to leave.
…
The cold rain continued to fall until dawn, and the Qingyuan City defenders' training ground became a little muddy.
Chief of the Zhengwu Division, Li Anting, looked at the muddy and hard ground in front of him and frowned deeply.
Because there is no ice.
The absence of ice means that winter has officially passed for the army, which means that a war between the two countries is about to begin.
The more unclear the Yunqin people are about the situation, the more enthusiastic they will be to fight this battle, and want to bring back the treasonous General Wenren and behead him. But the more military generals like him, the clearer they are about fighting.
What kind of price will be paid for such a war, and how many lives of soldiers loyal to the empire will be paid.
A school officer came quickly from the gate of the camp, came behind him, and immediately saluted: "General, just now there was a man named Su Zhongwen, who claimed to be an adviser to the governor of Liu Province, and asked someone to bring a message.
."
"Su Zhongwen? It is indeed the counselor who followed Liu Ziyu. The city defense told me before that I know he is in the city." Li Anting turned around, looking like an iron-blooded general, and said quickly: "What's the matter with him?"
The school officer did not hesitate at all and said: "He said he found a wanted criminal, and he can be sure to be the 'painter'. But the 'painter''s cultivation level should be far above him, and should be the only one in our military."
Only by dispatching can it be possible to surround and kill the felon. He said that he has now managed to lead the felon into the streets and alleys of Tianzhenfang. But there is no guarantee that the felon can stay there for a long time. If our army
If you have any concerns and can't arrive soon, there's no need to go."
Li Anting's brows jumped sharply, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Su Zhongwen wanted to make a meritorious service... but our duty itself is to protect one side and pacify it. If a cultivator can frighten us, then our army still has
What is the meaning of existence? Why use this clumsy way of provoking us?"
"The order goes down and the men are mounted immediately. The heavy armor army and the crossbow army are dispatched! Go to Tianzhenfang neighborhood to encircle and suppress the serious criminals!"
A sharp shout burst out from Li Anting's mouth.
In just a few breaths, stern military orders rang out in the garrison, and countless sounds of gold and iron roared in the garrison.
…
A clear middle-aged teacher holding an ordinary oil-paper umbrella and wearing an ordinary green cloth and cotton robe was walking in the alleys.
His brows slowly wrinkled, and the look in his brows became cold and stern, completely unlike the peaceful look he had when he was outside in the crowded streets.
This middle-aged man with a thin chin and beard is the painter who ran away for nothing last night.
He didn't understand why Chen Feirong left suddenly in the middle of the night. He just felt that something was wrong. What made him feel some inexplicable murderous intention and shock today was that someone actually knew his identity and where he lived.
The innkeeper brought him a message and asked him to meet in this street.
Who leaked the news about him?
What does this person want to do with him?
Now he is in the light and the other person is in the dark, so he must know who it is.
Following the direction told to him by the innkeeper, this suspicious and extremely cautious practitioner slowly walked forward. Suddenly, he stopped.
Because there is a dead end in front of you, and there is a wall in front of you. There is no way out.
Just when his face became more ugly and he was thinking about whether he should stay here next or leave here immediately and leave Qingyuan City, he felt something and turned around.
He saw a middle-aged scribe emerging from the alley in the distance.
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