Chapter 87 Kill with one sword (210)
Of course, when encroaching on the Dachen frontier, the Demonic Church brought various outside supplies to the villages in the northwest mountains.
By controlling the lifeblood of resources and providing some benefits and conveniences from time to time to win the hearts and minds of the people, the Demon Sect can obtain a steady supply of manpower and a stable logistics base in Dachen.
Outside the northwest of Dachen, their reputation is far-reaching, but in the mountains of the northwest, they can compete with Dachen in all aspects.
The shuttle flew through the air, vibrating the atmosphere, and emitted a subtle and regular hum.
Not long after, An Jing, who was paying special attention to these subtle movements, looked at the direction of the shuttle: "Here we come!"
At this moment, Anjing was located halfway up a hill.
He stood on a raised platform and looked at a black shadow in the distance.
That's the shuttle.
An Jing did not run too far. After finding a suitable terrain, he stayed and began to prepare for a counterattack.
The sword box, which was more than three feet long, was set up on the convex rock. The long-distance sight locked the faint figure on the shuttle in the distance. An Jing's eyes lit up with a faint light. That was the locking formation of the Chongming sword box. An Jing's vision overlapped, like a second pupil.
This is the so-called ‘Chongming’.
Flying shuttles pierced the sky and swept through the wind and clouds. In this deep mountain and old forest, they did not need to hide their momentum, nor were they afraid that Anjing could escape their control. In terms of strength, they definitely had a force that could completely suppress the Nei Zhuang martial artist. Team.
They would never have imagined that An Jing had no intention of escaping or hiding.
He wants to fight back.
"Captain, we have found traces of the target. He is on the mountainside of the mountain in front. He seems to be waiting for us!"
On the shuttle, at the raised observation platform, a demon cultist who controlled the telescope reported the information he saw.
"Oh?" Under the observation platform, Professor Li was a little surprised: "Could it be that An Jing has figured it out? He gave up on escaping and is ready to surrender?"
This is a bit incredible...
"Don't be careless." Xu Changjing shook his head: "He might have decided to fight to the death and fight with us - the younger the young man is, the easier it is for him to be determined and fight directly. We'd better be prepared."
With that said, he and Professor Li came to the front of the shuttle, ready to see what An Jing was planning to do with his unusual behavior.
At this time, the observer made another discovery.
But this time, his tone was filled with obvious doubts: "Is there something strange in the target's hand? It seems to be some kind of magical weapon?"
He said with some confusion: "Strange, where did the target get the magic weapon..."
"Magical weapon?"
Li Jiaoxi and Xu Changjing were both stunned when they heard this. They both frowned and felt something was wrong, but after all, they were still five or six miles away from Anjing, so they were not too nervous.
"Maybe it was obtained from the Red Armor Guard? Or was it a life weapon taken from the manor's storage room?"
Li Jiaoxi guessed, while Xu Changjing was still staring at An Jing's position, and then his pupils suddenly tightened: "That's not right!"
He took a step back, completely hiding his body in a blind corner, and then shouted: "Turn the helm! Take off and dodge!"
"That magic weapon is very dangerous..."
But it was too late.
In An Jing's field of vision, Xu Changjing and Li Jiaoxi only showed their heads.
They were indeed very vigilant and cautious.
But not careful enough.
Click, click, click. The external telescope and the locking array at the core of the sword box overlap at this moment, and the light white array is locked on the head of the white-clothed scribe.
Powerful spiritual power is output from the spiritual energy furnace, flowing on the accelerating track of the Chongming Sword Box, turning into crackling green-blue electric sparks. He pressed the trigger.
emission.
Buzz——
The white sword light shot out, causing a sharp scream, just like the morning light emerging from the horizon at dark dawn, drawing a light white curve.
At this moment, Xu Changjing, unable to dodge and with signs of death in his heart, already knew his fate.
——It’s actually true...don’t say it’s unforeseen, haha!
His heart was like lightning, but he laughed calmly: "Sure enough, An Jing is definitely not a thing in the pool!"
"His threats were actually honest."
"Fortunately..."
There was a flash of light, and the flying sword hit its target.
People and life tools were shattered.
"What kind of magic weapon is this!?"
When the sword box was fired, Li Jiaoxi was so shocked that he took out the sword from his waist and even raised a railing template as a long shield.
He stepped back one step slower than Xu Changjing, so he saw the dazzling blue electric light blooming from the magic weapon in An Jing's hand. At that moment, Professor Li felt that his life was in danger. It was the full blow of the Inner Breath Like Tide Realm. Strength, the result of compression and compression.
Even if he wanted to block it, he had to prepare in advance, concentrate and calm down for tens of seconds, and then he could seize that tiny moment of energy, explode with all his strength, and use his strongest attack to block the blow of the magic weapon!
Even if you are strong inside, you will be severely injured or even killed if you are not careful!
"Old Xu, you..."
Turning his head, Li Jiaoxi, who was still a little frightened, originally planned to retreat. Xu Changjing's previous worries were correct. They might have underestimated An Jing. If they really want to catch him, their team really doesn't have enough people. They have to wait for a chapter. Only a martial arts master like the general manager can ensure that the mission is completed.
However, Li Jiaoxi did not see Xu Changjing.
Only then did he realize that the right side of his body and armor were covered in blood.
Blood dripped, and the upper body was missing, leaving only the torso below the waist still standing on the deck.
The corpse fell backward under Li Jiaoxi's horrifying gaze and a gust of wind as the shuttle flew into the air, causing bursts of blood mist to rise.
"Old Xu————"
The scream that started in mid-air did not affect the peace on the ground at all. At this moment, he was packing the sword box as quickly as possible, and then started his escape journey again.
And this time, no one will be able to track him through magical powers.
"The scribe in white... I don't know his name yet."
An Jing felt a little regretful. If he could know the other person's name, he would definitely remember it in his heart and make a footnote to his life in Xuanming Village.
But An Jing also knew that all this would not end so simply.
The Demon Cult will never give up the idea of bringing him back, and the next time the Demon Cult goes out again, it will definitely not be the hasty and rudimentary team it is now.
Not only the Demon Cult, but also Dachen and the Heavenly Demon are probably looking for traces of him - this time the battle with the Demon Cult will definitely attract their attention.
But it doesn't matter.
The next time, when many forces in Huaixu Realm plan to take action against him, An Jing will definitely get more power from Tianyuan Realm and Sword Spirit.
This is true whether it is better equipment, more resources for practice, or brand new spells and martial arts.
An Jing may not be able to win this race, but he will not lose either!
The cold wind of late autumn and early winter swept by, and An Jing's figure disappeared among the vast mountains in the northwest.
(End of chapter)