Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 144 Chapter 143, Dual cultivation of law and martial arts, invincible!
"Received the same order, hunted the same person, but it doesn't mean we are in the same group."

A long knife in hand, wearing a bamboo hat, looked at the man in his 30s and said indifferently:

"That boy Xiao Hei thought he was skilled in swordsmanship, so he couldn't wait to jump out and want to eat alone, but he didn't expect to lose his life in vain."

"Xiao Hei's death is not in vain."

Another man who looked at the nearly forty-year-old man holding a pair of short knives said:
"At least, I have tested the reality of this kid."

"This kid's kung fu is average, and he can hardly make any effective response to Xiao Hei's swordsmanship. He can only wait for Xiao Hei's sword skills to be exhausted and show his flaws."

Another tall and thin young man in his 20s held a long sword in his arms and said coldly:
"But this son is wearing soft armor, and his chest, abdomen, and back are probably invulnerable, so he is confident. We must attack his throat, face, and limbs."

"The juggling got better, too."

The last one, in his early forties, a tall and burly man slammed a cooked copper stick on the ground, making a muffled bang, and the blue bricks on the ground cracked:

"But I'd like to know how many more muskets you can hide on your body."

Shen Lang smiled, simply threw the Yanling Saber on the table, and spread his hands:

"My whole body is covered with weapons, do you want to try?"

"The whole body is full of weapons? Then you have to learn from your boss, Mu Qingxue, and get a big cloak to cover yourself from neck to toe!"

The young man holding the long sword said coldly.

"Don't be careless. Let's go together. Even if he really has a musket hidden on his body, he won't have a chance to shoot when the four of us work together."

The man with the two short knives said.

"How will the bounty be divided?" asked the man wearing the bamboo hat.

"Equal share." said the strong man holding the cooked copper stick.

"What about the invulnerable soft armor on his body?"

"Whoever gives him a fatal blow, the soft armor will belong to him."

Several people are talking to you and I are talking, Shen Lang suddenly frowned:
"You guys are starting to discuss how to distribute the spoils? So sure, when I'm dead?"

"You are already dead."

The brawny man who used the cooked copper stick said, retreating his right foot into a lunge, flattened the copper stick, pointed the octagonal stick head at Shen Lang, gestured, and said in a deep voice:

"As the saying goes, a general with a stick and hammer is invincible. I kill people, and no one has ever been able to catch my three sticks. You are still young, and I will not bully the small with big ones. As long as you can catch me with one stick, I will... "

Before he finished speaking, the copper head of the copper stick suddenly shot out a flying needle as thin as a cow's hair, and shot at Shen Lang directly.

At the same time, the man wearing the hat took off the hat and threw it vigorously. The hat spun and flew out, and a circle of thin shark-tooth-like blades popped out from the edge, cutting towards Shen Lang's neck from the side like a knife wheel.

Holding the long sword in his arms, the young man who looked like a cold and proud swordsman opened his mouth and spat out, and three flying nails flew out, piercing Shen Lang's face in the shape of a character.

The man holding the two short knives raised the two knives horizontally, aimed at Shen Lang, pressed his fingers on the handle of the knives, two black water lines exuding a pungent smell came out from the tip of the short knives, and shot at Shen Lang face to face.

"They're all old bastards, the first guy to use a sword is a stupid young man!"

Shen Lang felt emotional in his heart, and he pinched the Yin Jue with his right hand like lightning, and dense cyan light spots flashed in the air around his body, which instantly turned into a light blue whirlwind, surrounding him from head to toe.

That nonsense before was not a waste of time.

Shen Lang had already taken advantage of the opportunity of nonsense and secretly completed the preparations for casting the "Wind Shield".

Now you only need to pinch the seal formula, and the spell can be activated instantly.

Although the "Wind Shield" is only a ninth-rank spell, even if it is activated with a ninth-rank monk's cultivation base, it can last for half a quarter of an hour.The defense strength can bounce arrows and stray bullets, resist musket bullets fired directly from ten steps away, and can take a full blow of a seventh-rank warrior, removing about [-]% to [-]% of the strength.

Afterwards, every time a monk's cultivation base increases by one level, the duration and defensive power of the "Wind Shield" will increase slightly.

With Shen Lang's spiritual power equivalent to that of a seventh-rank Taoist monk, the "gale wind shield" can last for 10 minutes. The defense is so strong that he is not afraid of his two heavy muskets approaching and shooting, and he is also completely immune to seventh-rank warriors. s attack.

now.

Whether it was the ox-hair flying needle fired by the brawny man with the cooked copper stick, the sharp-edged bamboo hat of the hat warrior, or the flying nails spit out by the young swordsman, or the venom shot by the pair of swordsmen, they all fell on Shen Lang's body. The whirlwinds of light green whirlwinds that were constantly spinning up and down suddenly seemed to hit a copper wall and an iron wall, and bounced away one after another, none of which could break through the wind shield defense.

Seeing this situation, the expressions of the four changed one after another:
"He is a Taoist monk, not a warrior!"

"The information is wrong, hurry up!"

With these four people's cultivation bases of only seventh rank, facing a Taoist monk, without knowing his specific rank, the wisest thing to do is to make a quick decision and retreat immediately.

A little hesitation may cost you your life.

These four people are not the kind of stunned young people. When they saw Shen Lang casting a spell, they immediately threw the tables in front of each of them to Shen Lang without any hesitation. backwards.

They didn't dare to turn around and run away, and showed their backs to Shen Lang.

Because in front of a Taoist monk, once he turns his back to the opponent and cannot observe the opponent's spell in time, he may not even have a chance to escape.

However, Shen Lang didn't stand on the spot with the wind shield and cast spells as they expected.

He kicked the sole of his foot on the ground violently, and under the burst of huge force, cracks burst out of the blue bricks on the ground. With this huge force, his body bounced off like a cannonball, squeezed his hands into tiger claws, and waved his claws. Tear it, and smash a table flying in front of it into pieces.

After that, without stopping his body, he smashed through the broken wood flying all over the sky, like a tiger descending the mountain, and rushed to the brawny man with the copper stick flying back towards the gate of the inn with only one step.

He has a second-level agility enhancement. Even without martial arts, the agility given by the enhancement alone is not inferior to a seventh-rank warrior.

What's more, he has now entered the seventh rank of martial arts, and he has also practiced the Shenchuangtang Qinggong taught by Mu Qingxue. He ran forward with all his strength, but Shen Lang would overtake him in two or three steps, there was no room for him to escape.

Seeing that Shen Lang rushed in front of him with just one step, the brawny man with the copper stick burst into cold sweat on his forehead, and when his pupils shrank suddenly, he burst out with all his strength, and swung the cooked copper stick violently, sweeping away thousands of troops with one move, trying to force Shen Lang back .

But Shen Lang, who was wearing the Gale Shield, didn't dodge or dodge at all, and let the wrought copper rod that could break open monuments hit his waist.

Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the air flow surged, and the cooked copper stick only slightly shrank the pale green whirlwind surrounding Shen Lang, before bouncing away with all its strength.

And when Shen Lang was hit by the copper rod, he had already grabbed the strong man's throat with one claw, and tore his throat with the tiger's claw.

After that, Shen Lang didn't even look at the brawny man with the copper stick, and threw a piece of broken meat in his hand, and the sole of his foot slammed into the green brick, and flew out obliquely, like a hungry tiger preying on it, chasing after the young swordsman.

When Shen Lang left, the strong man with the cooked copper stick threw down the copper stick, covered his throat where blood was flying, and made a hoo hoo, fell to his knees powerlessly, and fell to the ground again.

Soon, a pool of blood overflowed from under the brawny man with the copper stick...

When the brawny man with the copper stick was covering his throat and bleeding, Shen Lang had already stepped in front of the young swordsman.

The young swordsman also shrank his pupils, and immediately opened his mouth without hesitation, and three flying nails shot at Shen Lang's eyebrows and eyes in the shape of "pin".At the same time, the long sword was unsheathed, and it slashed towards Shen Lang's neck.

Shen Lang grinned, not dodging or dodging, the fierce wind howling like a tiger's whistling in the tiger's claws, grabbed the young swordsman's throat.

At the juncture of life and death, the young swordsman suddenly lowered his head, and pressed his chin firmly against Shen Lang's tiger's mouth. When his survival potential exploded, he used his chin so that Shen Lang's tiger's claws were unable to tear with force for a while.

However, Shen Lang grinned, flipped his left hand, and showed the heavy pistol again. The muzzle of the gun directly touched the young swordsman's forehead, and blasted the young swordsman's head with one shot.

Well, Xiaogu is getting more proficient at reloading now.

Reloading a pistol is more convenient than a rifle. It doesn't take ten seconds to reload a small bone set.

Taking the pistol back into the space and handing it to Xiaogu to reload, Shen Lang pushed down the young swordsman's corpse, then turned around and rushed towards the pair of swordsmen.

At this time, the double-swordsmen had already retreated to the wall, and with their back against the wall, they arched hard, smashing the wooden wall into pieces.

But before he retreated from the hole in the wall, Shen Lang rushed to him.

Seeing the fate of the brawny man with the copper stick and the young swordsman, the swordsman knew that Shen Lang's wind shield would not be broken, and any attack would be futile, but when Shen Lang's tiger claws roared and caught him, he instinctively swung his sword and slashed with a pair of short knives in the blink of an eye. With more than a dozen knives, he swung a dense knife net.

Then Shen Lang stood against the wind shield, his claws forcibly broke through his knife net, grabbed his head and twisted it forcefully, with a click, he twisted the head of the two swordsman 180 degrees.

The last bamboo hat guest had already smashed through the wooden wall and exited the inn lobby. Finally, he turned around and ran with all his strength, covering a distance of three to five zhang in just a few steps.

Seeing that he ran too far, Shen Lang quickly chanted the mantra, stretched out his finger, and a transparent cone-shaped ripple flew out from the fingertip. In a blink of an eye, he flew ten feet away, caught up with the bamboo hat guest, and hit his chest with a puff. A shot was shot in the back, bringing out a splash of blood mist.

The initial power of the ninth-grade Taoism "Fingering Art" is equivalent to that of a military musket.The higher the rank of the monk, the stronger the power of this technique.

With Shen Lang's mental strength equivalent to that of a seventh-rank monk, with one shot of pointing arrows, a sixth-rank warrior would be shot right through.

The hat hat staggered and fell to the ground, and crawled on the ground for a while, before dying in despair.

Looking around at the messy main hall with corpses everywhere, Shen Lang sighed softly:

"Back then, it took a lot of effort to kill Zhao Mengshan, an iron trash. Now, killing five experienced and seventh-rank martial arts killers in one go is effortless...

"If I'm just a simple warrior, with my mere seventh-rank cultivation base and armor, I can barely protect myself and escape. If I'm just a simple Taoist monk, killing these people will cost a lot of spells .

"But now, I only used two spells to kill all the assassins... The double cultivation of martial arts and martial arts is really sharp!"

Although these five killers are not as extravagant as Zhao Mengshan, they are soft armor and amulets, but the experience, strength and reaction of these five killers are much better than Zhao Mengshan.

Even so, under Shen Lang's subordinates today, he was still vulnerable, and his body was lying on the ground in a blink of an eye.

The key is that Shen Lang hasn't used many spells yet - he only has one eighth-grade Taoism now, and he can only cast it six times a day.There are four other nine-rank Taoism, and each Taoism can only be used seven times a day.

Although the number of casting spells is quite a lot, the problem is that not every casting spell can destroy an enemy.When encountering enemies with stronger martial arts, quicker reactions, and shields on their bodies, it may take several spells to eliminate one person.

And in this inn, although there are only a few killers, God knows if there will be more killers in the future.

Spells can be used sparingly, just in case.

Shen Lang didn't express much emotion, and immediately began to clean the battlefield.First, they carefully searched the corpses of several killers, but found nothing good, even a few silver dollars.Instead, a sketch portrait was found from each killer.

There is no doubt that these sketches are the portraits of Shen Lang.Not only did he paint his face like a photo, but he also painted his spirited and heroic temperament.

"Good painter!"

Shen Lang praised the sketch:
"If you draw me so like this, you must have seen me with your own eyes. And the one who has a grudge against me, and is still alive after meeting me, seems to be the woman in the black dress who is suspected to be Mrs. Zhao and her men, as well as the ghost Wang Dong. The subordinates Li Ying and Nv endured it.

"Combined with them knowing that I can sense the murderous gaze... So, the portrait must be from Mrs. Zhao's side, and she also hired the killer?"

After pondering for a while, Shen Lang searched the inn upstairs and downstairs, as well as the front and back yards.

Surprisingly, no one was found.

Including the guy who fed the horse before, and the guy who led him into the main hall, all disappeared without a trace.I didn't find any characters like the innkeeper.

"Did you get killed by the killer and hide the corpse? Or...those guys are also killers in the first place? The reason why they don't want to kill me is because they are as good at restraining emotions like the guy who delivered tea, or...they regard killing as a crime." It's a pure business, and they don't need to do anything, they only fight on the periphery, so there is no killing intent against me?"

While thinking.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the gate, followed by a team of uniformed policemen rushing in, seeing Shen Lang and the corpses all over the ground, the team of policemen suddenly changed their expressions, as if they were facing an enemy, they raised their knives and guns at the same time, Aim at Shen Lang:

"No wonder you heard gunshots here. It turns out that there are murderers here! We are the police of Yunya County. You murderer will be arrested without putting down the murder weapon!"

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)