Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 218 How strong is the Jindan realm? (Part )
Where is this?
Jizhou Prefecture Police Station, Patrol Case Prison!

It was guarded by several personal guards of the mansion owner Liu Chuan. But now an outsider broke in! ? There was not even any movement before!

Including Yang Qian, he also realized that someone had invaded only after the first shout, and before that he was also unaware of the sudden change in the dungeon just across the wall.

A sinister aura blew towards him, and the cold and strange aura instantly reminded Yang Qian of the two evil monks he had killed in Yong'an City not long ago.

Sure enough, the first thing the other party said when he came in was, "You are the one who killed my two junior brothers?"

Junior brother?

He was wearing a loose black robe that made it impossible to tell his figure. His hair was loose without a crown, but it was combed meticulously.

His face was the same as the evil monks Yang Qian had seen before, pale and bloodless. He had a small tuft of beard on his chin, and his age was unclear, like he was fifty, but also like he was only thirty.

What’s terrifying is the oppressive force!
It rushed towards us, forming a blockage in the narrow torture chamber, just like suddenly filling a small bottle with water!
Pfft!Pfft!
Feng Song and the other man could not bear this kind of pressure. In just a moment, their knees went weak and they collapsed to the ground. They could not even sit up and just lay down, their teeth clenched and their heads covered with cold sweat.

Yang Qian was slightly better, but he was also under unimaginable pressure.

It was as if a tremendous force was pressing down on me, trying to crush me.

But Yang Qian understood that this feeling was not the physical body really bearing the huge force out of thin air, but an illusion from the soul. It was the soul that was really being "squeezed by the huge force".

"Hey! Not bad, kid! Although your aura is turbid and unclear, it is rare for you to be able to withstand my aura at such a young age. It is rare even among the immortals. It's a pity that you didn't practice well but came to the secular world. You deserve to lose your life today."

Yang Qian felt a chill in his heart.

The evil cultivator in front of him was obviously not comparable to any cultivator he had fought before, including Zhang Yue from Piaomiao Peak, who was far inferior to this man.

Even Yang Qian felt that Feng Qingyi and Yu Hao from the Five Thunder Palace might not be a match for the man in front of him.

As a result, if Yang Qian had not relied on the innate true Qi in his body to forcibly wrap his soul, and relied on the great circulation of his physical body to madly transfer the pressure on his soul to his feet to release it, he would now be like Feng Song and the others, pinned to the ground and unable to move!
What kind of cultivation is this? How could it be so terrifying?!

But it was impossible to let Yang Qian surrender. Although he was restrained, he was not completely unable to move. The core in his lower Dantian that was about to take shape seemed to be stimulated by something and began to rotate rapidly, stirring the cyclone in the lower Dantian to rotate faster. The innate true qi in the meridians also became more active, forming a wall, and quickly took on most of the pressure from the soul!
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and patted his chest, and the storage bag hidden in his arms immediately spit out the Tianshuang Sword into Yang Qian's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a cold force came out and cut off the gloomy oppression that had filled the torture room. Feng Song and the other man behind him immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved Huang Yuan and the wooden rack to the corner.

They couldn't get out of the dungeon and the entrance was blocked, otherwise Feng Song and the other man would have carried Huang Yuan as far as they could.

"Sword force? Tsk, no wonder you can kill my junior brother. But you will still die in front of me!" Yang Qian didn't have as much to say as the other party. He silently spread his sword force throughout his body, but held back and did not fire.

Before the other party finished speaking, Yang Qian moved first!
Why would the person holding the knife wait for others to take action first?

Whether you can win or not is another matter, but you must attack first.

"court death!"

The man in black robe sneered, and then the wide black robe suddenly expanded as if it were inflated. The inky black mist seemed to have the outline of a human face, with an open mouth, like a silent roar, and rushed towards Yang Qian who was rushing towards him with murderous intent.

Is this a ghost?
No! This is a ghost! Yang Qian had encountered one before in Yong'an City. However, the ghost he encountered was far less gloomy and terrifying than the three ghosts that pounced on him. Even with the naked eye, one could already see a clear outline!

As soon as the ghost appeared, Yang Qian even felt that the blood in his body had solidified, and he felt an inexplicable chill.

The distance between the two sides was already very close, only three or five steps. In an instant, Yang Qian's knife had already touched down. There was no strange knife trajectory without any inertia, and it was even crooked and did not look like a swing. It was more like being twisted in a cold wind that rose out of nowhere, with swirling knife foam?

At the same time, within a radius of ten feet, more and smaller "knife foam" was also swirling in the wind, invisible and intangible, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped up all three ghosts that pounced on it.

But these "knife foam" are inconspicuous yet appear extremely ferocious.

There were no exceptions to Yang Qian's perception of the cutting textures, so what about ghosts? Yang Qian had killed them before when he was in Yong'an City. Even though these three ghosts were more powerful and the cutting textures on the surface were weaker, Yang Qian's sword intent was also different from before.

Sword Domain, the first time to be tested in actual combat.

As far as Yang Qian himself was concerned, after having the sword domain, coupled with the sword momentum, he had a "sense of control" over the area within ten feet around him that he had never had before, as if he dominated everything within this area of ​​ten feet!
In the domain, there are two kinds of sword intent. One is Yang Qian's own sword intent that is concentrated on the Tianshuang Sword. The other is the concrete image in the sword domain that is driven by Yang Qian's own sword intent and runs out from the cutting rules of heaven and earth.

The former was used by Yang Qian to chop the ghosts that were close at hand, and the latter was used as droplets in the wind and swarmed towards the black-robed man who was also close at hand.

"Is this... Sword Intention?!"

The one who experienced it most deeply was naturally the black-robed man in the sword domain. The disdain in his heart was instantly dispelled by the fear of being cut, broken, or even annihilated transmitted from the ghost.

The most feared by ordinary ghosts are nothing more than thunder magic and Tiangang soul-suppressing methods, and the rest can be ignored to a large extent. But the way of intention is an exception, it does not follow magic, but the rules of heaven and earth, and under the cutting, the ghosts will be cut in half and annihilated into nothingness.

Just as the strange knife force came over, the three ghosts released by the black-robed man were slashed fiercely, and their bodies were seriously damaged. They roared forward but were blocked by countless tiny knife forces like a jungle of thorns, and they could hardly move forward or backward.

The man in black robes also felt the blades coming from all directions, as fine as thorns and floating like cotton wool. After they appeared, they began to cut the death shield on his body frantically. After a moment, he felt the pressure of the death shield, which was being quickly peeled off layer by layer.
(End of this chapter)