Chapter 88 Northern Patrol (310)
Taking advantage of the Demon Cult shuttle's embarrassing escape, An Jing had no intention of pursuing and expanding the victory. Instead, he galloped towards the border city of Dachen at the fastest speed.
He knew very well that the current timidity and retreat on the part of the Demon Cult was only temporary and was the result of the Chongming Sword Box locking its target and the tracking function being too unexpected.
Soon, the Demon Cult will understand that An Jing's sword box is fine for people, but it is not very destructive to shuttles.
And An Jing also knows how to be warm and cold.
His spiritual energy furnace can only support three flying swords. Even if he goes all out, he can only support the fourth one. This may only be possible if he takes Qi-boosting pills to overdraft his body.
For humans, this means being able to kill four warriors at the peak of their inner energy.
But for the shuttle, this too concentrated power is nothing more than punching a hole as big as four heads.
A person with a hole as big as a human head would definitely be dead. A flying shuttle would certainly affect its speed, but it would definitely not cause it to lose its ability to fly, and it could still be tracked.
If there were smart people on the demon sect's side, or people with strong decisiveness, they would not retreat after killing the white-clothed scribe, but would directly press forward and use their lives to pile up all their trump cards.
In this case, he really has no choice but to fight.
Fortunately, the other party is not that smart.
"Everyone is a grassroots team, so we have some breathing room."
"Especially without the magical power of tracking, it depends on who has the best skills."
After killing the scribe in white, An Jing felt refreshed all over.
It was a feeling that was hard to describe, just like after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the sounds heard by the ears suddenly became clearer and the eyes became sharper.
The most surprising thing about this feeling of being freed from restraints is that you don't feel the restraints at all until you are truly freed.
The entanglement of cause and effect may be like this.
"Moreover, the magic weapon of Tianyuan Realm... is actually so easy to use!"
While running, An Jing observed the sword box in his hand with fiery eyes.
An Jing is quite confident in his own strength. Even if he is facing the head coach Li Jiaoxi, or an old man like the owner of the medicine village, he is confident that he can defeat them.
But the premise is that the other party fights him alone and gives him a chance.
He was on the defensive, waiting for the opponent to take the initiative and then reveal a flaw.
But with the flying sword, everything is different.
The offensive and defensive momentum was instantly reversed.
This kind of sword box is not uncommon in the Tianyuan world.
Military ones may be rarer, but ordinary sword cases are used casually even by gang members. They even have 'bulletproof raincoats' specially used to defend sword cases and muskets.
An Jing had determined that although the bulletproof raincoat could not block a direct strike from the sword box, it could deflect the flying sword from hitting the vital point and block ordinary bullets and sword slashes.
If those people from the Demon Cult thought that the raincoat on his body was just an ordinary piece of clothing to cover his figure, they would definitely be surprised when they fought with him in close combat or fired flying arrows.
Of course, the Demon Cult is definitely not stupid either.
An Jing believed that the next time the Demon Cult Shuttle caught up with him, the opponent would either be fully armed and equipped with shields, armors, and magical weapons, or they would send many powerful or martial masters.
Until then…
"When soldiers come to block it, when water comes to cover it up, there are always more solutions than difficulties."
Shaking his head slightly, An Jing didn't want to think about this for the time being. Anyway, without the real-time tracking of the life weapon, the worst he can do is go to Tianyuan World to find a way to break the situation when he encounters danger.
With the possibility of two worlds and the help of the sword spirit, An Jing believes that he can definitely give a steady stream of 'surprises' to anyone who has evil intentions towards him.
And just when Anjing was running non-stop towards the big border city.
Dachen.
The Hannan Road is one of the three roads in the vast sea.
Yinzhou City, late at night.
As the capital of Hannan Road, Yinzhou City, the safest city, was the first to recover from the demonic disaster in the Hanhai Sea twelve years ago.
Because of the support from Shenjing and the gathering of resources from the entire Hannan Road, this place is even more prosperous than before.
Even though the entire city was covered in frost and snow, and there were no stars in the night sky due to the snow clouds, the bright lights penetrated even the dark clouds covering the sky, illuminating every detail of the snow clouds as if they were daylight.
Tianyi Divine Sect, the location of Beixuan Altar.
Yinzhou City Xia Zhonglou.
A tall woman with white hair holding a glass of sake stood at the watchtower, comfortably overlooking the night view of Silver City.
It's bustling with traffic and bustling, and even the heavy snow will be melted into rain and mist by the rising heat before falling.
Countless people were running back and forth like ants in this huge city. Some drunken women couldn't help but think, if they threw down their wine glasses at this moment, how many wealthy businessmen, warriors and alchemists could they hit?
The heroic woman with phoenix eyes slightly narrowed and a plum blossom mark between her eyebrows took a sip of wine. She likes this feeling of being high up and overlooking all living beings.
And she does have this strength.
As the northern patrol envoy of the Heavenly God Sect with the strength of [Divine Treasure Realm], even in Yinzhou City where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, there are not many people who can compare with her, and there are even fewer who can beat her.
——If it weren’t for the Divine Religion, I might still be a clad girl by the vast sea of Yinchuan, being eaten by mermaids. She would not be able to enjoy any happiness in her old age, and would even be swallowed by the evil disaster for food.
How can we be like this now, looking down on the world for a long time?
With this thought in mind, the Northern Patrol envoy took another sip of spiritual wine.
For ordinary warriors, this clear nectar is a precious spiritual object that can strengthen their qi and blood and enhance their innate energy. But for her, she just likes this clear taste. If she enjoys it freely, she can still feel a little intoxicated. She can better enjoy her rare leisure time.
But there will always be accidents that break this comfort.
"Inspector Lin."
Suddenly, a deep and deep voice sounded in the ears of the Northern Patrol Envoy.
Beside her, the melted frost and snow condensed into a water mirror, suspended in mid-air.
In the mirror, a tall figure vaguely appeared: "My tracking team failed in its mission. Xu Changjing died and the tracking of Anjing was lost."
"Based on his escape trajectory, there is a high probability that his target is Kanming City or Tianyou City. I have mobilized all my manpower in the northwest."
"But the situation on the border is indeed complicated. It seems that other major events are happening. Dachen's manpower has also arrived. One Shen Zang and three martial arts are all elites transferred from Luanzhou. Their whereabouts are currently unknown."
"With the locals, we either have to be cautious or we have to go to full-scale war."
"To prevent accidents, let me remind you in advance that if the situation gets out of control, you must be prepared to dispatch."
Hearing this announcement, the Northern Patrol Officer couldn't help but frown.
Trouble is coming.
(End of chapter)