Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 253 The murderous intent is revealed

The yin energy is overwhelming, and the evil energy is rolling like waves!

The piercing scream had just sounded when a giant hand shaped like a dark evil aura appeared beside Yang Qian and grabbed him on the head.

This power made Yang Qian's hair stand on end. Seeing the giant palm coming at him, Yang Qian instinctively knew that this was not something he could easily resist.

Then his figure flashed, leaving a big hole on the roof like a gust of wind and thunder, and his body instantly moved sideways, avoiding several feet to the back.

boom!
The evil giant palm struck nothing. It was supposed to be a pure energy method, but somehow it had the destructive power of a physical entity, and it tore the rooftop where Yang Qian was standing just a moment ago into pieces.

"Run? You have nowhere to run today!"

He hadn't seen the person yet, but the voice in his ears was full of murderous intent. The huge evil palm immediately changed into a fist when it missed the target, and flew out from the collapsed house at an extremely fast speed, leaving Yang Qian no time to recover and react.

Yang Qian still did not confront it head-on. He had already grasped the Tianshuang Knife in his hand. The knife intent flashed across, and he exerted all his body skills, trying to dodge the Yinsha fist like a swimming fish, and at the same time, he chopped it diagonally along the cutting texture!

puff!
The feeling that the knife in Yang Qian's hand gave was like cutting a piece of cloth. It wasn't that strong, but it was also not that the knife could not do anything about it.

However, the force of the recoil was also beyond Yang Qian's expectations. He was now in the Jindan realm, and he was also a martial arts practitioner. His body and soul were far stronger than those of the magic practitioners at the same level, but he was still slightly numb on one side of his body by the force of the recoil, and it took two strokes of his luck to relieve the pain.

What kind of cultivation is this person? !

Combined with the other party's words just now that he wanted to help several disciples to avenge their hatred, Yang Qian remembered the killing of his opponent in the dungeon a few days ago, who almost cost him his life. That opponent was an evil cultivator in the Jindan realm. If this person was his master, what level of cultivation would he have?
The more powerful Jindan realm? Or the Yuanying realm? Or the Chuqiao realm? !
It was very tricky, but Yang Qian was not panicked. Killing had always been with him since he came to this world. Although he could not say that he was used to it, he was already familiar with it.

There is no way out now, for one thing.

No matter how high the opponent's cultivation was, he couldn't be blindsided like he was now, he had to find where the opponent's real body was. This was the second point.

In the end, he did have the means to fight to the death, but the risk was quite high.

Fortunately, the speed and cunningness of "Wind and Thunder" meant that Yang Qian did not suffer any loss in terms of maneuvering.

"You can't run away!"

The harsh voice appeared again, and Yang Qian's mouth twitched slightly.

Run? Why should I run?
As soon as he had a thought, invisible energy emerged from his body, bringing up gusts of cold wind. In just a few breaths, he created a huge cold force covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius. With some simple basic water vapor techniques, snow appeared out of thin air all over the sky.

Yang Qian's figure quickly disappeared in the cold weather of flying snow.

Run? There is no need to run if there is no way. What Yang Qian needs to do is to find the opponent.

In fact, it is not difficult to figure out.

These evil monks must be the ones who had been hiding in the city guards before. They did not choose to directly raid the city guards camp to take back the city defense, or attack the military and government offices, but waited until this time to carry a statue of the evil god out for a parade. There must be a reason.

Yang Qian wanted to find out the true identity of the man who attacked him, so he naturally didn't need to go anywhere else. Even if he couldn't sense it, he would definitely rush towards the evil god statue. However, the Yinsha giant palm that was cut off suddenly dispersed strangely, turning into dots of black sand that fell like rain, and directly drenched the stiff passers-by on the interface below.

When the black sand came into contact with the human body, it immediately seeped into the passerby's body like water drops falling on a sponge.

After a moment, the passers-by who were originally stiff as if frozen began to have red eyes, veins popped out on their bodies, and dense black lines like blood vessels appeared on their cheeks and necks.

Then, it burst out with terrifying power, banging and banging on the ground, roaring and rushing into Yang Qian's cold wind and snow. And as if it felt the pull, it rushed straight towards Yang Qian who was hiding in the wind.

What is this? !

This was the first time Yang Qian had seen such a strange scene. An ordinary person suddenly became a weapon?

kill?

of course!

Yang Qian was able to survive until now because he had killed people all the way. No matter who you are, no matter if you are controlled or not, if you want to kill him, he will chop you down. There is no difference between men, women, young and old in the killing.

But when Yang Qian saw a passerby avoid one of his sword energy caught in the cold wind and his head was chopped off by the second one, he was really shocked.

These are just ordinary people, how could they avoid the sharp sword energy that he had hidden in the wind?

And when he killed one person, three things came out of the body.

A ball of black sand that had just been immersed immediately changed its body, and in the same moment it turned into a monster with red eyes, rushing over with a scream.

One of them was the ghost body that Yang Qian had seen before. It was very faint, and after it floated out, it seemed to be sucked and flew quickly towards the evil god statue not far away.

The last group was slightly different. It appeared and then quickly disappeared, but Yang Qian clearly felt something falling on him. It seemed to be a feeling of resentment.
Afterwards, Yang Qian felt as if he had been marked. Those red-eyed monsters that rushed into the flying snow and cold weather could accurately find his location no matter how he changed positions or moved.

And the more he killed, the stronger the resentment Yang Qian felt was silently growing on him, and the more the monsters could determine his position, and even their eyes would follow him.

What are these resentments?
Yang Qian knew that he couldn't let this thing fall on him, so the only solution he could think of was his new method: thunder magic!
After all, it is an evil thing, and thunder magic is naturally countered by it.

So Yang Qian shook the innate true qi in his body and stirred the thunder energy all over his body. Although he didn't know how the resentment was attached to him, he thought that using thunder magic to wash it all over should be able to wash it away, right?
Sure enough, after a series of hissing sounds like a branding iron hitting his flesh, Yang Qian could no longer feel the resentment that clung to him, and the monsters could no longer easily find his location.

Only then did Yang Qian gather his thoughts and continue to rush towards the evil statue.

"You really have some skills! You have sword intent, sword momentum, and even thunder magic. Your body movements are also weird. Are you a magic cultivator or a weapon cultivator? Or something else?"

The shrill whistling sound continued, but this time Yang Qian finally discovered the opponent's position: a man in a black robe who was sitting cross-legged at the feet of the evil god statue and making hand seals.

(End of this chapter)