Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

After exiting the west gate, go up the stone bridge and walk across the moat. A large sedan chair is parked at the head of the bridge. From the sedan body to the lifting pole, the whole body is made of steel.

Si Tiao is two meters tall, dark skinned, and full of muscles. He looks like a burly man made of copper waves and iron. Standing by the side of the sedan chair, when he saw Shen Lang approaching, they all took a step forward and cupped their hands together to drink:

"The Cheng brothers have been waiting for Mr. Shen Lang for a long time, please ask Mr. Shen to get on the sedan chair!"

The sound of drinking has the power to shock people's hearts, and it seems that people can't help but accept their "invitation".

Shen Lang looked at the four big black men, then at the steel sedan chair, and said with a smile:
"Why do I look at it, it looks like an iron coffin?"

A big man stared at Shen Lang, and said in a deep voice:

"Master Shen, do you dare to get on the sedan chair?"

This sentence also contains a kind of mysterious and strange power, which seems to make people feel unbelieving, unwilling to admit defeat, and eager to win.This idea is very strong, once it germinates, it will enter the brain like wildfire, arousing people's brains to become hot and even irrational.

Shen Lang and the big man looked at each other, smiled suddenly, walked to the door of the car, opened the door curtain, and bent into the car.

The Cheng brothers looked at each other with solemn expressions, but they still stood in front of and behind them, erected the pole, sat down on the horse, and shouted in unison:
"Get up!"

Counting Shen Lang, the big sedan chair weighing more than three thousand catties rose from the ground, and the four big men effortlessly carried the sedan chair and walked steadily into the outer streets.

Just as Shen Lang sat down on the seat in the sedan chair, there was a sudden bang at the sedan door, and a steel plate hung down to block the sedan door.

At the same time, the seat Shen Lang was sitting on also made a clatter, and eight iron chains popped out, and in the blink of an eye, they intertwined with each other and bound his whole body, binding him tightly to the seat.

After that, four iron pipes protruded from the four corners of the iron sedan chair, chi chi spewing out blue, white, black, and gray smoke.

Shen Lang took a puff casually, and identified that the blue smoke was a ecstasy poison, which could make people insane; the white smoke was a blood coagulation poison, which could make people's blood coagulate; Smoke is a bone-eroding poison, which can melt people's muscles and bones and turn them into a puddle of mud.

Each kind of poisonous smoke has a different flavor. Swallow four kinds of poisonous smoke at the same time, mix and blend with each other, and derive new flavor and toxicity, which does not have a wild taste.

When the poisonous smoke was sprayed wildly, the walls, floor, and roof of the iron sedan chair were also filled with dense round holes, and countless poisoned steel needles shot down like heavy rain.

There is another fine net made of silver silk thread, covering Shen Lang from the back, but this net is not for capture, because every silver thread is extremely sharp, cutting flesh and bone is no problem.

Inside and outside the city gate, on both sides of the moat, and in the streets and alleys outside, I don't know how many pairs of eyes saw the scene of Shen Lang getting on the sedan chair.

Someone laughed and said:

"Shen Lang actually got into the Cheng brothers' trick of inviting names and provoking generals, and got on their sedan chair? It's a good show!"

"Although the Cheng brothers were well-known killers in the black market in the early years, haven't they been recruited by Prince Kang and haven't been in the rivers and lakes for many years? Why are they here today?"

"The Cheng brothers are Prince Kang's disciples, isn't it for the glory and wealth? If they can capture Shen Lang alive this time, they will get millions of silver dollars, plus the title of earl. Killing him can also earn a county viscount. It's not like being a servant Much stronger?"

...

There is a big clever smile:

"I said earlier that Shen Lang has never fought a battle with a master in the open and in full view of the public. No one has ever witnessed his record, which shows how watery his record is! No way, It is by relying on the magic weapon bestowed by Master Shenzhutang Wanfa to succeed in a sneak attack and win by luck!"

Some people questioned:

"Sneak attacking and beheading fourth-rank and fifth-rank warriors is fine, but how can third-rank masters sneak attack?"

"How can the third-rank Dacheng not be attacked? When Yan Tianying first became the second-rank, he was attacked by Qingluoshan's seven magic weapons and swept away his head? The third-rank Dacheng couldn't be like Yan Tianying. Same, if you lost your head, you still fight to the end in a bloody battle to get your head back. If Dugu Wei and other third ranks are hit by the same surprise attack, wouldn’t there be only one word of death?"

"That said, it seems to make some sense... So far, except for the battle of killing the spider sisters, Shen Lang has had many witnesses, and the rest of the battle seems to have never been witnessed by outsiders. Especially the killing of Dugu In the two battles between Wei and Carlos, there is no witness. These two records are indeed a bit suspicious..."

"Cold-blooded human slaughter, it's just a waste of fame! The Cheng brothers are all four-rank warriors with powerful skills, and the traps in the sedan chair are even more sinister and sinister. It is said that they once killed a third-rank fighter who was against Prince Kang." An entry-level martial artist...has won the Invitation to Raise Generals spell, and sits on the sedan chair of the brothers of the Cheng family, even if Shen Lang doesn't die, he will still be stripped of his skin!"

As soon as the words were said, the Cheng brothers who carried the sedan chair into Waikou Street, and had just walked a hundred steps on the street, were suddenly startled, stopped, and froze in place like mud puppets.

Then, the middle section of the steel plate that sealed the sedan door suddenly turned red and melted, and molten iron trickled down.

When a hole was melted in the middle of the iron gate, a fleshy palm with fair skin and slender knuckles protruded leisurely from the hole, grabbed the edge of the hole where molten iron was still dripping, and tore it lightly.

crunch...

Amid the ear-piercing sound of steel tearing, that fleshy palm tore off a piece of the inch-thick steel plate like tearing cardboard, followed by another fleshy palm, pressed against the red iron plate, and tore it casually again.

After a few ear-piercing bangs, the steel plate was torn to pieces.

Shen Lang lowered his head and got out of the sedan door, his hair and clothes not in a mess.

With a slight jerk, he landed on the ground, nodded to the two Cheng brothers who were standing in front of them carrying the iron sedan chair, but motionless like zombies, and said:
"It's work."

With his hands behind his back, he walked forward calmly.

After he took more than ten steps leisurely.

The faces of the four brothers of the Cheng family, who were standing as stiff as clay withered wood sculptures, suddenly had cracks in all directions at the same time.

While the blood was rushing, their ears, noses, and cheeks slid down one after another, falling into the dust.

In the blink of an eye, the four big heads of the Cheng brothers turned into four bloody skulls, and even the scalps were shaved clean!

From the neck down, it was intact, and the four majestic bodies stood stiffly on top of the bloody skull, carrying the three-thousand-jin iron sedan chair.

Fortunately, it seems to have received some warning in advance. Today, there are no ordinary people in this bustling and bustling Waikou Street.

...

All the shops and restaurants were closed, and no ordinary people saw this horrific scene.

Otherwise, if seeing the dead faces of the Cheng brothers when people are coming and going, I don’t know how many people will be scared to death, how many children will be left with psychological shadows, and even pedestrians will run away in fright, causing a stampede.

In some restaurants and shops that have not closed their doors, the customers who patronize at this time are not ordinary people.

Some are greedy for the shocking reward, or for other reasons, have plans for Shen Lang, and secretly observe his methods.

Some were pure spectators who wanted to see how the cold-blooded Rentu killed people and whether they could escape the murder.

And seeing the horrifying scene of Cheng's brother Mo Ming's tragic death, no matter whether they had plans for Shen Lang or had no plans for him, all the onlookers fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, someone suppressed and said in a trembling voice:
"Is this... the 'innate and invisible sword energy' mentioned in the sea arrest order?"

"How did Shen Lang kill people? He was obviously sealed in the iron sedan chair. Before he tore open the sedan chair door, the iron sedan chair was clearly sealed and closed... How did he send out the sword energy to kill the Cheng brothers? "

"The Cheng family brothers don't rely entirely on the iron sedan chair mechanism! They are quadruplets. The four brothers are born with the same mind. They are not only fourth-rank great warriors, but also a set of joint attack techniques. It is said that the four auras are combined. The warriors in the early stage just don't have the immortality of the third-rank warriors. Shen Lang was able to kill them silently, so that they didn't even have the strength to fight back... This is the "innate body-shattering invisible sword energy" that I have never heard of ', where did the magic come from?"

"What kind of innate body-shattering invisible sword energy? Shen Lang is used to deceit, it must be bluffing! What he uses is not martial arts at all, it must be spells! How can martial arts achieve this level?"

"I was sealed in a sedan chair for a hundred steps, and when I came out, my clothes were not in a mess, and I was not injured. The Cheng brothers died so horribly... It is worthy of a cold-blooded massacre! Killing people with such cruel and cruel methods... He It's a warning!"

The irrelevant spectators who just came to watch the excitement, and even opened the market secretly, watched it quite enjoyable.

He felt that Shen Lang was worthy of being the famous "cold-blooded butcher", no wonder he was valued by Yan Tianying, and even recruited by Mu Qingxue.

And some killer assassins who have plans for Shen Lang will inevitably feel a little bit drummed in their hearts.

Among the killers attracted by rewards this time, many of them are veteran killers who have already made enough money to retire, or like the Cheng brothers, who have been recruited by big shots as followers and have quit the arena for many years.

Many of these veteran assassins had brilliant records and were confident in their own methods.

But the death of the Cheng brothers awakened many people on the spot, and made many veteran killers and assassins retreat in their hearts.

On the contrary, some highly talented rookie killers who debuted not long ago still harbored naive dreams, wanting to seek wealth and wealth.

"I often hear the old people in my hometown say that life and death are determined by fate and wealth is in heaven. But I don't believe in fate, nor do I believe in heaven. I only believe in my own sword. Now the opportunity to fight for wealth and honor has come. I will use my sword to earn this fortune." Great wealth!"

...

There was a young killer in black, looking at Shen Lang who was walking leisurely alone on the cold street, he said to his companion who retreated after seeing the Cheng brothers' tragic death, and then sank to the ground suddenly, and cast Out of the "earth escape" magic.

Even for a real person, it is easy to fly to the sky and difficult to escape from the ground.

However, some gifted people are born with the ability to awaken the earth escape ability.

Of course, with this kind of earth escape ability, the depth of the earth escape is basically only about one foot, and it cannot pass through rocks, steel, or even wooden boards.

But even if there are many restrictions, the depth is only so small, and this ability is very powerful when used properly.

This young killer who didn't believe in fate or heaven fled to Shen Lang's feet in a blink of an eye.

The street above was paved with a layer of bluestone slabs, and he couldn't escape directly, but it didn't matter, the slabs were not thick, and his sword was very sharp.

The killer pulled out the poison that quenched the blood and sealed the throat, and also blessed the Taoist talisman, the long and narrow sword that briefly possessed the ability to "break Qi". With a steady pace, when Shen Lang took another step forward, he stabbed the long sword upwards, and the tip of the sword pierced the stone slab soundlessly, breaking the ground by an inch.

Only this inch of the sword tip is enough.

The sole of Shen Lang's foot will just step on the tip of the sword.

An inch or so of the sword tip was enough to pierce the sole of his boot, break through his protective qi, pierce the sole of his foot, and inject the poison into his flesh and blood.

Killing people does not necessarily require a higher level of cultivation than the opponent.

Didn't Shen Lang use the means of an assassin to defeat the strong with the weak and kill more with less?

I can too!

The young killer was full of confidence, as if he had seen the million silver dollars, the county viscount title.

then……

Shen Lang stepped on the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword that was blessed with Dao Dharma talismans, which claimed to be able to break through the true energy of a third-rank martial artist's body protection, was shattered into pieces without any suspense.

There was also a terrifying force, following the sword body all the way into the ground, with a puff, the killer's entire body was blasted into a ball of blood.

When Shen Lang walked over as if nothing had happened.

The bluestone slab with a narrow and thin crack pierced by the sword tip, like a high-pressure faucet, burst out a thin and high blood line, which soared more than three feet high.

As soon as the killer died, the strange spell failed, and the underground soil was squeezed under high pressure from all directions, and the mass of blood in the killer's incarnation flowed out along the narrow crack like a fountain.

The blood rained down, but none of it fell on Shen Lang's body. It only covered the paving stones with a radius of several feet, and even the door panels of shops splashed on both sides of the street, with a thin layer of blood mist.

then.

On the roof ridges on both sides, more than a dozen men in black suddenly stood up at the same time, raised their hands and cast several large nets.

These large nets are all golden, and the material seems to be the same as Shen Lang's "Golden Silkworm Armor". They are all woven with golden silk that can withstand swords and even muskets.

When several large nets covered both sides, the door panels of several shops on both sides of the street also fell outwards at the same time, revealing six cannons, with their black muzzles pointing at Shen Lang.

The big men holding torches grinned and lit the priming medicine.

...

Boom!

Amidst the loud noise, shotgun pellets the size of longan shot towards Shen Lang like a torrential rain.

Shen Lang didn't change his face, a translucent golden bell suddenly appeared on his body, buckling him upside down.

Shotgun lead shot on the Admiralty Bell, making a dense and crisp sound like rain, splashing out bright sparks, and rebounding back at a faster speed than when it came, smashing the big men who used the guns, and even the sides. The people in black who cast nets on the ridge of the roof were all shot into blood.

With Shen Lang's current level of Daoism, the Golden Bell Cover, a seventh-rank defensive spell, also has the ability to rebound attacks.

Of course, because it is only a seventh-rank spell, a third-rank warrior can easily blow it up, but it cannot rebound the attack of a third-rank warrior.

But it is more than enough to rebound these shotgun lead.

No need to do anything, just relying on the golden bell cover to bounce off the rain, and the wave of ambush was flattened. Shen Lang still kept his expression unchanged, walking forward with his hands behind his back, and his pace was as leisurely as if he was on a green walk.

As for those large nets made of golden silk, when they fell on the golden bell cover, they exploded with a loud bang, and turned into ashes in an instant, not even being able to slow down his footsteps for an instant.

Shen Lang's flame enhancement can add a layer of fire damage to any spell that is not opposed to the fire attribute, and of course the golden bell cover can also be used.

And the weakness of golden silk is that it is afraid of fire, even ordinary fire can burn it, let alone the flame of Shenlang.

When the blood of the people in black dripped from the roof tiles, spilled onto the long street, and filled the street, Shen Lang had already leisurely strolled far away.

Unknowingly, he walked between two tall buildings again.

"We are all orphans adopted by His Majesty. Thanks to His Majesty's grace, we are able to live to this day! But we are incompetent, unable to practice high-quality martial arts, and unable to learn Taoism. We can only repay your favor with death!"

A man in black, carrying at least a hundred catties of gunpowder, encouraged his companions in a low voice, and was the first to ignite the fuse of the gunpowder, jumped out of the window, and rushed towards the passing Shen Lang downstairs.

At the same time, on the tall buildings on both sides, there were more than a dozen men in black, all of whom were carrying gunpowder bags that were igniting and igniting, or jumped out of the window, or jumped out of the balcony, risking their lives and rushing forward. Xiang Shenlang.

Looking at these dead men, Shen Lang secretly sighed in his heart.

Although the emperor was licentious and cruel, he did have a skill in winning people's hearts.

Perhaps he was able to be established as the prince and ascended to the throne of God, because he was originally very good at pretending, which made the late emperor look away.With this scheming, sufficient resources, and the natural title of "Emperor", it is not surprising that he adopted a group of orphans and raised a group of loyal and loyal soldiers who were willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

Shen Lang didn't look at those dead soldiers who flew down.

Go forward with your own hands.

Boom boom boom...

There was a violent explosion, and the wild flames flooded the entire long street in an instant. The two high-rise buildings that the dead soldiers jumped out of fell apart in an instant, and the nearby houses collapsed. Even the houses hundreds of meters away , the tiles on the side facing the explosion were all exposed by the strong wind.

Huge black clouds rose into the sky.

But when the smoke and flames have not yet dissipated.

Shen Lang, who was dressed in brocade and golden crown, had already pushed through the thick smoke unscathed, and stepped out leisurely.

Lie Yan (raging flames) avoided wherever he passed.

Many spectators who saw this scene from a distance couldn't help holding their breath.

...

More than a dozen dead soldiers, each carrying hundreds of catties of gunpowder, bombed indiscriminately with nearly two thousand catties of gunpowder, and Shen Lang was still unscathed?

in the sky.

Dressed in a big red luan gown, with a luan bird swinging in it, and a pair of astral wings stretched behind her back, she looks down at Shen Lang who is stepping out of the thick smoke and flames. Xiumei frowned slightly, and whispered to herself:

"There is no spell fluctuation. He didn't cast spells to resist. But when the explosion was the most violent, he seemed to disappear for a moment?"

On the ground, as if sensing the gaze of the empress dowager, Shen Lang raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The eyes of the two collided again in mid-air.

Shen Lang smiled, nodded, retracted his gaze, and continued walking forward with his hands behind his back.

"He doesn't worry about my tracking at all?"

The concubine was surprised:

"What's his strength?"

At this time, Shen Lang, who was below, walked out of the street that was nearly half destroyed by the explosion, and turned to another street.

Just walking to the middle of the street, there was a loud shout in front:
"Kill Shen Lang!"

Amidst the loud shouts, an iron cart full of steel knives, driven by two big men, smashed the stone slabs of the street with a bang, and rushed towards Shen Lang from the front.

At the same time, the door panel of the shop on the left was broken, and a strong man with brass skin all over his body and a giant hammer in his hand rushed out.

A person also flew out of the window facing the street on the third floor of the restaurant on the right, and swooped in head to foot. The long sword in his hand pierced a streak of blazing white sword light, piercing through Shen Lang Tianling.

Two more cold lights came from behind, intertwined with each other, twisting towards Shen Lang's neck like a sharp pair of scissors.

Shen Lang still didn't make a move.

With both hands behind my back, I walk forward.

It's just that when going forward, there is a sudden wind.

call……

When the wind blows, the sword light piercing the top of the head shatters, and the killer who swoops down is torn apart, and then the shattered body is twisted into smaller pieces by the invisible sword wind, and then becomes It became more and more finely divided, and finally turned into a thick rain of blood, which was thrown down in all directions.

When the blood rains down.

In Shen Lang's hand, he did not know when an oil-paper umbrella was added, and he leisurely opened the umbrella and raised it above his head.

Crackling.

The rain of blood fell on the umbrella surface, and slowly dripped down along the edge of the umbrella. There was still no blood on Shen Lang's body.

at the same time.

The skin-skinned brass rushing from the left looked like a strong man holding a hammer with extremely tough skills. The clothes on his body were torn first, and then dense sparks shot out from the skin, making a jingling sound.

But this "invulnerability" phenomenon only existed for a moment.

In the next moment, the crisp sound of clanging clangs turned into the sharp sound of cutting sharp weapons, and the dense sparks turned into scarlet hot blood mist.

At last.

From head to toe, the big man turned into a bloody skeleton, kneeling seven steps away from Shen Lang.

Shen Lang kept walking and continued to move forward.

The two cold rays of light flying from behind shattered as early as the wind was blowing, turning into a piece of broken talisman paper and falling into the dust.

And the iron cart that rushed over from the front was also torn apart when the wind blew by, and the two strong men pushing the cart, like the strong man with a hammer who practiced horizontal and hard skills, turned into blood skeletons, kneeling on the ground. land.

...

The three blood skeletons "kneeled" under them.

With one hand on his back and the other holding an umbrella, Shen Lang walked in the rain of blood and gradually moved away.

All the spectators fell silent.

Even the smart people who questioned Shen Lang's record kept their mouths shut.

"Cold-blooded Rentu" has a great reputation, but few outsiders have actually seen his methods.

Today, people finally know why Shen Lang has this title.

Of the four killers, one was twisted into a rain of blood by the "innate body-shattering invisible sword energy", and there was not even a piece of flesh and blood left.

The other three were cut into blood skeletons, and they had to "respectfully" kneel to send him away after death.

In particular, some people recognized that the strong man with the hammer was a well-known master of cross-training among the court guards, "Bronze Arhat" Wu Ji, it is said that he was originally a monk who betrayed Buddhism, and he became an iron cloth shirt, a golden man The three sects of Buddhist secret martial arts, the Bell Jar and the Vajra Indestructible Body, once had a record of being undead with three palms of a third-rank martial artist.

But such a master of horizontal training, in front of Shen Lang, didn't even have the qualification to charge within seven steps of him, and was directly twisted into a bloody skeleton by the invisible sword energy.

Shen Lang's powerful martial arts, or "magic", is enough to shock people's hearts, not to mention Shen Lang's killing methods are so cruel.

All of a sudden, whether they were pure spectators or those with plans, they all felt chills in their hearts, their scalps exploded, and their backs felt numb. No one spoke or commented for a long time.

At the same time, many killers who had been spying on Shen Lang secretly for a long time retreated quietly, not daring to have the slightest greed.

But not everyone will be deterred.

After all, from the Cheng family brothers, to the golden silkworm net, the artillery trap, to Wu Ji and others, it was only some "unknown people" who took action.

Even if the "Bronze Arhat" Wu Ji is very strong, and the four brothers of the Cheng family even have a record of beheading the third-rank entry, but their little cultivation, in the eyes of a true master, is really only worthy of the four "unknown people". word evaluation.

Great masters who have full confidence in themselves will not be shocked by their death, nor will they be shocked by Shen Lang's cruelty.

A window of a brothel opens.

A beautiful young girl poked her head out of the window and looked at Shen Lang who was coming under an umbrella.

"Young master, come and play!"

The girl waved her handkerchief and greeted Shen Lang with a smile, regardless of the fact that it was still morning and not the brothel's business hours.

Shen Lang gently sniffed the fragrance that quietly floated in front of him with the girl's handkerchief waving, lingered at his nose, and even penetrated directly through his body's body, trying to infiltrate through the pores of his skin. Ren Yuanshen was dazed, his color made him dizzy, and he shook his head secretly, looked up at the girl, and said with a smile:
"Girl, isn't life good?"

The girl's bright eyes were full of sparkles, and she said shyly and angrily:
"What did you say, son? The servants don't understand."

Shen Lang smiled:
"Young lady's cultivation is not weak, and she must have paid a lot of price to be able to practice in the brothel so far. Let's cherish this hard-won cultivation and life."

After speaking, retract your gaze and move on.

That girl is really not weak, she actually has a third-rank early stage cultivation, and I don't know if she is a real brothel girl—it's hard to say, maybe she just practiced the kung fu of harvesting yang and nourishing yin, and bent down in a brothel just to practice?

...

It's a pity that the girl has been fascinated by the reward, or she really thought that Shen Lang's record of beheading the third-rank Dacheng was worth a lot. In short, she didn't accept Shen Lang's kind persuasion. Snow-white streamers flew out from the cuffs, flying towards Shen Lang like a spirit snake.

This streamer is actually woven with celestial silk, which is more precious than golden silk. Not only is it invulnerable to fire and water, but it can also withstand the true energy of a third-rank warrior. It is a pair of third-rank warriors.

This brothel girl also seems to have a chance, maybe she has had some kind of adventure.

It's a pity, no matter how difficult it is to practice, no matter how lucky you are, if you take action against Shen Lang, then everything is doomed to nothing.

Boom!

The seemingly light streamer, under the infusion of the brothel girl's true energy, made a thunderous sound of piercing through the air, dispelling layers of rippling air waves, and rushed towards it with tremendous force.

One hit Shen Lang's chest, and the other wrapped around Shen Lang's neck.

Shen Lang believed that with the cultivation of this brothel girl, she was a portrait made of refined steel, and if hit by these two streamers, she would be smashed into pieces or twisted into twists.

Unfortunately, she met Shen Lang.

Shen Lang who can kill without a shot.

Just when the girl from the brothel focused all her attention on Shen Lang and went all out to make a move—although she felt that Shen Lang's record might be watery and she was quite confident in her own strength and weapons, but when it came time to make a move, She still didn't dare to be careless. When she made the move, she had already locked Shen Lang's air mechanism and raised her skill to the extreme, but this just killed herself——a bone hand and a tiger claw shot out from her. Leaning out from behind, he put one left and one right on her shoulders, and when a look of confusion flashed in her eyes, he dragged her into the room.

A rank three martial artist wouldn't be so easily attacked by someone.

But who told Shen Lang to be too eye-catching, and the two who attacked it were Shen Lang's two master assassins who were best at stealth and sneak attacks?
After the brothel girl was dragged back to the house.

The two ribbons that were crashing into Shen Lang's chest and twisted towards his neck suddenly froze when they were only a foot away from him, followed by a jerk, the force attached to them disappeared in an instant, and they floated down softly.

Before landing, the two streamers quickly retracted into the window.

Some people in the dark didn't see the scene where the brothel girl was being dragged back. They were a little at a loss for this change, thinking that the brothel girl was just trying to make a move, but at the last moment they listened to the advice, reined in the precipice, and withdrew their offensive.

It wasn't until Shen Lang, who was holding a blood umbrella and never stopped, walked out of the street leisurely, that a master entered the brothel to check, and then he was shocked to realize that the girl from the brothel was decapitated!

Her body was lying on the couch, and her head was placed on the dressing table. In her eyes, there was fear and despair, but also confusion, as if she didn't understand how she died until she died.

The two streamers woven with silkworm silk also disappeared...

When the news spreads.

Some third-rank warriors who had great confidence in themselves also began to beat drums in their hearts.

A dignified third-rank martial artist died without a sound...

When the third grader of the brothel died, Shen Lang had been walking with an umbrella, and did not make any moves to attack.

...

For third-rank warriors, this is far more terrifying than Shen Lang cutting the heads of the four brothers of the Cheng family into skeletons in the street, and twisting Wu Ji and others into bloody skeletons.

A third-rank martial artist can flatten buildings with a single gesture, and after a deadly battle, the aftermath can easily level a few streets.

If a third-rank martial artist dies, he should die vigorously, leaving a large area of ​​ruins around him. How can he die so peacefully, aggrieved, and strangely?
How did Shen Lang kill the third grade of the brothel?

Congenital body-shattering invisible sword energy?

still is……

There are super masters who protect him secretly?
The second guess made some third-rank warriors who came here purely for rewards also dispel their greed and resolve to just be a spectator—of course, if Shen Lang was almost exhausted by the siege and exposed fatal flaws, they would not Mind coming forward to harvest.

But if you want them to charge forward, then thank you for not being sensitive.

When the masters are suspicious and speculate wildly.

No one noticed that a little white cat with a brass pendant hanging around its neck was taking advantage of the cover of the continuous building to drill air holes, walk on beams, and go through windows and doors. In the open roadway, it can also fly through the air like a phantom, shortening the exposure time to less than a moment.

The little white cat is Xiao Zhao.

The brass pendant is exactly the magic weapon of the Starfall Gate seized by Dugu Wei.

With Shen Lang's current posture and demeanor, picking up the loot really affected his style, so he had to trouble Xiao Zhao to pick up the loot with a magic weapon.

Even the concubine, because she was in the sky, her sight was blocked by the ridge of the roof, so she didn't notice the existence of Xiao Gu and Xiao Zhao, who are good at sneaking and hiding and restraining their breath.

The concubine who only focused her eyes on Shen Lang didn't even know that the brothel girl was dead because she didn't land on the ground to communicate with other people.

First-rank warriors are not omnipotent, let alone second-rank warriors.

When the second-rank fighters are in the sky, the insight of the "Tianmu Point" is stronger than that of the third-rank fighters. Like a goshawk, they can see things that are not covered by obstacles, but the air sensor cannot ignore the distance, and it is impossible to be so nuanced. up.

After the brothel girl died.

All killer assassins seem to lose their nerve.

Shen Lang has been walking out of the bustling area outside the outline, and came to the outskirts of Beijing with large trees and farmland, and no one shot him anymore.

But not everyone has given up.

On the side of the road ahead, tea flags are waving.

Outside the tea shed, in the middle of the avenue, Xuan Jianzong, who had challenged Shen Lang to fight face to face yesterday, was intact, with a long sword in its sheath in both hands, with a straight posture and sharp edge.

Inside the tea shed, four benches were arranged in a row, and on top of the benches, there was indeed a pair of high-quality golden nanmu coffins.

Duan Wuque looked at Shen Lang approaching with an umbrella, and said coldly:
"You are late."

Shen Lang smiled and said:

"Sorry, many people are reluctant to let me leave Beijing, and they are too enthusiastic to keep me, so it has been delayed for a while."

He put away the umbrella, casually threw the blood-stained oil-paper umbrella to the side of the road, looked at the coffin in the tea shed, nodded and praised:
"The coffin is nice."

Duan Wuqian said coldly:

"A long-established birthday shop with hundreds of years of history, and a high-quality golden nanmu coffin. If you can sleep in this coffin and be buried in the earth, it will be considered a worthwhile life."

...

Shen Lang laughed dumbfounded:

"After meeting you yesterday, I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure out where your confidence came from."

Duan Wuque raised his chin slightly, lifted the long sword, held the scabbard horizontally, raised his chest flat, and said proudly:

"The name of this sword is 'Zhao Ye'. Although it is only a third-grade sword, I have used my unique secret method to nourish the sword with Qi for five years. In the past five years, this sword has never been unsheathed once. Once it is unsheathed, it is so powerful that ten strokes Within, it will not be inferior to the second-grade divine sword."

Shen Lang came to a sudden:

"Is this where your confidence lies?"

Although it is only within ten strokes, the power of the sword is not inferior to the second-grade divine sword, but with the sword technique of Xuanjianzong, with the perfect cultivation base, holding this sword, within ten strokes, it can kill fourth-grade magicians and third-grade warriors. It's really not that hard.

Duan Wuque smiled:
"I have raised my sword for five years, and today I will unsheath it for you. Even if you die, you will be proud enough!"

talking room.

Duan Wuque held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled it out.

zheng...

It is long and clear, but it can make people's soul tremble, as if a small part of the sword leaves the scabbard amid the sound of the sword being stabbed by an invisible sound sword.

Just this small section of the sword, which is less than an inch long, and the snow-bright sword light that blooms can make people feel at a loss before their eyes. Apart from the dazzling white cold light, they can hardly see anything anymore.

No wonder it is called "Zhao Ye". Such a brilliant and bright sword light can indeed illuminate half of the night sky if the sword is drawn at night.

zheng...

Amidst the more high-pitched, longer and stinging sound of the sword's cry, the long sword was completely unsheathed.

The sword light that has been accumulated for five years turns a radius of ten feet into a sea of ​​blazing white light, completely submerging everything in the sea of ​​light. Their eyes also became blazing white, and they could hardly see anything clearly. Those with a slightly lower cultivation level were even stabbed to the point of tears, and their vision became more and more hazy.

And in the sea of ​​blazing light, violent sword energy roared like a giant dragon, overflowing ten feet away, smashing all the surrounding objects half an inch above the ground into pieces.

The tea shed on the side of the road was instantly razed to the ground as a matter of course, and everything in the tea shed, including the golden nanmu coffin, was instantly reduced to fly ash and powder.

"Shen Lang, the greatest misfortune in your life is that you met me!"

Duan Wuque himself couldn't bear the blazing night shining sword light, he closed his eyes, and only remotely sensed the position of Shen Lang with his sword energy. Amidst the cold shout, he touched the ground with his toes, soaring into the sky, his body and sword united as one, like The sword fairy floating from the sky stabbed Shen Lang with a strong sword.

Although the Zhao Ye Sword has been accumulated for five years and can launch ten moves equivalent to the power of a second-grade divine sword, but facing an opponent like Shen Lang, Jue Wu Que will not be careless in the slightest.

The lion fights the rabbit and does his best.

Although he has the power of a second-grade divine sword with ten moves, but he can kill Shen Lang within three moves, Jue Wuque is absolutely unwilling to use the fourth move.

Shen Lang really didn't expect that Duan Wuque actually had this secret method of raising swords - this is not the skill of Xuan Jianzong, it is Duan Wuque's unique secret method, it can't be said, it is just a coincidence that he came across it by chance, and it is impossible to predict in advance.

In order to deal with Carlos' divine hammer before, Shen Lang even went to Azalia to borrow the Holy Sword of the Wind King, but now, neither the holy sword nor the divine hammer is on his body, Shen Lang really does not have any weapons that can withstand the second-rank level Excalibur attack.

...

Spells are useless - the War God Hammer can blast the "Crystal Wall" with one hammer, and even blast the multiple body protection spells on Shen Lang's body with one hammer, plus the two precious armors of Black Star and White Dragon.

Although Duan Wuque's sword is not a real second-grade divine sword, and its power cannot be as powerful as the War God's Hammer, but the sword is sharp, and Duan Wuque's level is not low, and its moves are exquisite. It can be seen that his martial arts are far better than Carlos, who claims to be proficient in all weapons and martial arts, but actually relies on his talent to make a living, and his martial arts are a bit rough.

With Duan Wuque's swordsmanship and the power of the Zhao Ye Sword within ten strokes, it is absolutely impossible for Shen Lang, who does not have a second-rank divine weapon in his hand, to take his sword forcefully.

Even dodging is impossible.

Shen Lang has been submerged by the sword light, enveloped by the sword energy, and is almost in the complete "field", and his own invisible sword field, because he only has a third-rank cultivation base, has been temporarily promoted to the second-rank by the power Ye Jianqi was swept away.

At this moment, Shen Lang, who was in Duan Wuque's "Sword Domain", had his aura completely locked by Duan Wuque.Even the Shuiyue phantom can't fool the air lock of the "Temporary Second Grade Divine Sword". No matter how you dodge, the sword of Duan Wuque can spontaneously evolve and change according to the air machine until it stabs the sword in front of Shen Lang, into his heart.

So Shen Lang stopped hiding.

He didn't even use the "Crystal Wall", but only cast a "Vajra Indestructible Body" instantly, and then with the Vajra Indestructible Body, the eternal golden bell cover, and the iron cloth shirt, he forcibly endured the sword of Du Wuque.

puff!
The invincible sword edge pierced Shen Lang's layers of body protection spells, pierced his strengthened skin, pierced his strengthened muscles, and then pierced the periosteum between the ribs, which was as tough as a piece of black iron, and its power was only weakened by numerous defenses About forty percent.

The remaining six layers of mighty sword edge pierced Shen Lang's heart without any suspense, and then the sword energy burst out, twisting his heart into pieces, and even opened a blood hole in his back, killing him.
? The mist was blown out of the blood hole along with heart fragments.

A sword pierced Shen Lang's heart, and Duan Wuque's eyes couldn't help being a little surprised. He didn't expect that Shen Lang didn't even take a single move from him—he thought that even if he used every move with all his strength, he would have to use at least three moves. Woolen cloth.

So Shen Lang is really just a waste of fame?
Are his astonishing achievements that no one has witnessed really worthwhile?
Duan Wuque blinked his eyes with great effort, feeling that his eyelids were a bit heavy, but his body was unexpectedly light.

what happened?

Duan Wuque thought suspiciously, lowered his gaze, but was surprised to find that there was nothing under his head, and his body had already knelt on the ground at some point.

And the reason why I can still look at Shen Lang is because...

Shen Lang grabbed his bun with one hand and lifted his head in the air.

"Life is always full of surprises. I didn't expect your sword to be so sharp, and you certainly didn't expect that I would be reborn overnight."

Shen Lang said with emotion, thinking that if the little rabbit hadn't been promoted to the fourth level last night, giving him a fourth-level vitality enhancement, then facing Duan Wuwei today, he would have to expose the little demons and call them out to fight.If it's a one-on-one fight, I really can't handle the top ten swords of Duan Wuqian.

"It's a pity that the nanmu coffin was destroyed by yourself, and you don't have a good coffin to sleep in. But since your sword skills are really good, I can make a sarcophagus for you..."

Duan Wuque blinked vigorously again, turning his gradually sluggish thoughts, thinking about why his head was picked up by Shen Lang.

like……

When he pierced his heart with a sword, he also swung a sword at the same time?
That sword was too fast, too ruthless, too fierce, that kind of all-powerful, sacrificing blow, the gods block and kill the gods, and the tragic aura of dying with the enemy made him blank for a moment, until I only recalled it now.

So what kind of sword technique did Shen Lang practice?
How could it be so sharp, even the head was cut off, without...feeling...pain...

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