Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 333 What a coincidence! I am also a martial artist.
Perhaps he was surprised that Yang Qian did not escape, and at the same time he was even more puzzled why Yang Qian suddenly took out a long knife.

But the power of the sword is stronger than any words.

Under the stimulation of the mysterious energy, the force of the cold weather is far from the state it was in before when it was stimulated by the innate true energy.

The direct impact of extreme cold is no longer limited to the physical body, but even the soul may be frostbitten!

Mixed in with the cold weather is wind.

The evil and strange cold wind blew up pieces of thin ice as cold as blades, which flew at high speeds. Sometimes they swirled, sometimes they were like a rain of arrows, and sometimes they were like dancing butterflies.

Of course, there is also Yang Qian hiding in the wind and the knife in his hand.

The big monster's eyes were bulging, and he could see the horror on his ferocious face. When the sword moved, just like when Yang Qian saw his fist, he could be sure that this was a method used by a martial artist. Because even if it was a weapon cultivator, the sword move he made would definitely be full of spiritual energy fluctuations, not like now, with hidden power but surging might.

"who are you?!"

What answered the big demon, who was already a little anxious, was not Yang Qian's words, but a sharp blade with mysterious sword energy and sword intent.

Even though he felt the sudden murderous intent in the knife, he just raised his arms to block it.

Pfft!

The sword energy and sword intent were silently caught in the wind and brushed past the big monster's left leg. When he raised it to block the arm, it fell down without warning and cut off the thigh bone of his left leg.

Moreover, the mysterious energy on the blade was like a maggot attached to the bone, drilling into the opponent's body along the incision, like a small knife, drilling into the meridians and the flesh, and destroying it crazily.

Facing the mysterious energy and the sword intent, the big monster's fist force lost the momentum that it had just when facing the magic thunder energy, and instead became hard to swallow. It was impossible to dissipate it.

With just one strike of the sword, Yang Qian successfully severely injured the big monster in front of him.

The reason why he chose the opponent's legs was because the monster's movement speed was extremely fast. Even Yang Qian's "Wind and Thunder" could not be said to be stable.

In order to avoid the trouble of catching up later, Yang Qian took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and kicked him in the leg.

Now let’s see how you can move.

At the same time, he kept moving his feet and integrated into the sword force. He could not tell Yang Qian's position at all, and he could not predict where his sword would appear from.

The second knife slashed diagonally from bottom to top towards the armpit, as if to cut off the opponent's arm.

When the big demon tried to block or dodge again by turning sideways with a reaction speed far beyond that of an ordinary magic practitioner, the knife sank down again strangely, and the blade flapped its wings like a butterfly in the wind, flying over the other thigh again.

Pfft!

Same position, same clean and neat operation. A thigh was removed.

There was no screaming, and not even much blood could be seen. It was as if only an empty shell was cut off.

Yang Qian didn't care. His spiritual power locked onto the other party's soul. Even if the other party knew how to escape, or wanted to escape far away to form the Nascent Soul, he would not give him that opportunity.

Next, it’s the hands, and finally the dantian.

run?
When Yang Qian got within ten feet of his sword, there was no way that his soul could move within the realm of the sword's intent. As long as Yang Qian wanted, he could slice or shred the opponent's Nascent Soul.

"Who are you to spare me and let me go?"

It was the same words, the same big demon. But this time the words were no longer coming from his body, but from his soul. Because his soul was pulled out of his dantian by Yang Qian and held in his hand.

From coming with murderous aura and overwhelming power to being held dead in a palm and begging for mercy, all this happened in just the time it took to eat a meal.

Yang Qian, on the other hand, now felt like speaking.

"Bai Xian?"

"Yes, yes, it is Xiao Yao! Xiao Yao is Bai Xian."

Monsters are essentially beasts. Survival is their top priority, a goal that must be achieved by any means necessary, and it is also their instinct.

Face? Integrity? These things simply don't exist in the eyes of demon cultivators.

Now that his Nascent Soul has been captured and his physical body has been destroyed, his life is still alive and there is still hope of survival, so he is naturally a "little demon".

"Where did you get all these martial arts skills?"

"Master, to be exact, what I am doing here is not a martial arts practice, but a pseudo-martial arts practice of demon martial arts. I got it from the tomb of the Demon Master Qingtian."

Yang Qian was stunned when he heard this, and then he said in surprise: "Tell me in detail."

"Yes, Master, this is what happened."

This conversation lasted for a full half hour.

Yang Qian didn't expect that he had originally wanted to destroy a demon mountain which was famous in Shuangqing Prefecture but not top-notch, in order to establish his own reputation in Shuangqing Prefecture, that is, to establish a stick in Shuangqing Prefecture.

As a result, they accidentally discovered a strange and ancient historical trace about martial arts.

"You mean to say that your methods were obtained from a stone tomb? And the owner of the stone tomb is the so-called Sky-lifting Demon Master? A servant of a god?"

Bai Xian's words sounded more like he was telling a fairy tale. And Bai Xian himself was a lucky person in the story. He stumbled upon a great opportunity by accident, and in just four hundred years he cultivated from a small mountain demon to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

As for the so-called Sky-lifting Demon Master and immortals, these were the information Bai Xian obtained in that tomb.

"Yes, Immortal Master, the tomb of the Sky-Bearing Demon Master is under this cave! If you don't believe it, I am willing to take you there to see it!"

Yang Qian smiled, and sighed in his heart that in this world, when it comes to lying, people are still the best at lying to each other. No matter how clever the evil spirits are, they are always a little bit short of the mark when it comes to deceiving people.

There was no need to figure out why. Yang Qian, with his extensive experience in the police station, could tell that the demon cultivator he was holding was still playing tricks on him.

The reason is simple. What do you want when you are controlled by others? Isn't it to escape from the predicament? In the case of Bai Xian, isn't it to save his life?
Now Bai Xian is the fish and Yang Qian is the knife. As a result, he didn't discuss any conditions and just revealed all his cards.

What's this for? Are you trying to self-destruct?
A typical case of haste makes waste. This kind of situation only happens to those little liars who are a little clever but not experienced enough. A constable like Yang Qian, who has dealt with too many different kinds of people, should not be too familiar with these things.

So Yang Qian smiled and gathered a ball of fire in his palm, his Dan fire, and above the flame was Bai Xian's soul.

Little thoughts?
A cunning mind?

It's okay. Just suffer a little. For ordinary prisoners, corporal punishment can make them remember and wake up their brains. For the Yuanshen, it is to torture the soul. And it is very simple to torture the soul. Just roast it with the fire of the elixir. This is the most painful method for the soul, and it is also recognized by the cultivation world as the most cruel method.

Moreover, the soul will not be burned by the fire, nor will it faint due to extreme pain. It can continue to enjoy this extreme pain without interruption.

(End of this chapter)