Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 404 Too slow

Unlike the sword intent in the trap, the "intention" emanating from the sword tip was much more aggressive. It took Yang Qian a lot of effort just to absorb it into his body, and it was even more dangerous to let it enter his meridians and dantian.

Finally, when it was taken into his sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he guessed, these "intentions" became much docile after entering the sea of ​​consciousness, and he could comprehend the mysteries more directly and easily in the sea of ​​consciousness.

[You feel the mysterious sword intent from an unknown source. As you concentrate on comprehending it, you gain some inspiration from it, and your sword intent is enhanced.]

Walking forward step by step, Yang Qian felt that he was not undergoing any test, but picking up money.

Apart from the stinging pain from the constant cutting of the sword's will, the scene was not dangerous. On the contrary, as he picked up more and more sword's will, Yang Qian's adaptability to the sword's will emanating from the sword's peak became stronger and stronger.

The change of Overlord's defense was very obvious from being worn down in the beginning to just leaving marks and pain later on.

Yang Qian did not stop either, maintaining a slow pace forward, allowing the sword intent he had comprehended to continue to increase in strength, and also allowing himself to keep picking up new sword intent.

Will it continue like this until it reaches the top of the sword?

It seems that Danon, who arranged this secret place, did not want Yang Qian to pick up the sword intent so smoothly and leave. Or maybe he had other intentions.

Yang Qian kept moving forward until he reached the foot of the mountain. The situation once again broke his guess. After the sword intent entered his sea of ​​consciousness, it was no longer so docile. It suddenly became sharp and stirred up the part of his sea of ​​consciousness that was aware of the sword intent. Yang Qian felt dizzy and couldn't even stand steadily.

It's going to happen!

Yang Qian blamed himself for being careless. After entering this secret realm, he was paralyzed by the rhythm of "inheritance and enlightenment" that had been created here, and subconsciously believed that all the "dangers" here were a routine.

When Yang Qian wanted to break free and step back, he found that he seemed to be trapped in place. The sword intent that had penetrated into his meridians suddenly became as strong as needles, nailing his entire body from the inside out, making him unable to move.

Coupled with the violent storm-like turbulence in his sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Qian's awareness became blurred in just three breaths and he quickly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Yang Qian hurriedly stood up and was on guard, but found that he was no longer in the rocky desert under the sword peak, but at the top of a towering mountain. The mountain wind was howling around him, and looking around, beyond the low trees was an endless sea of ​​clouds.

This is where?

After a moment of confusion, Yang Qian immediately realized that he might be trapped in some kind of illusion.

Otherwise, a moment of dizziness would not have allowed him to move so far away. And although he didn't feel anything unusual, as a martial artist, Yang Qian was unusually sensitive to his body. He found that his body had become "much slower" than usual. This was not normal.

The only explanation is that everything Yang Qian sees and feels now is not real.

The way to break the illusion is to find out what is wrong, and then use this as a basis to expand this "suspicion", and finally tear apart all the illusions that have deceived yourself.

Yang Qian had already found "something wrong" from his physical body's reaction, and immediately began to try to break these circumstances, but a figure that suddenly appeared two meters in front of him interrupted his pace.

"Draw the sword."

Yang Qian took two steps back after hearing this, his eyes full of vigilance. This man had a blank expression on his face, but he exuded an extremely strong and sharp aura, and he also held a knife in his hand, an ordinary horizontal knife.

Yang Qian did not dare to neglect it. Although everything in the illusion was fake, the means against the soul were real. Once killed in the illusion, the real body would also die under the influence of the soul, and there would not even be a chance to escape from the soul. He took out his giant blade and stabbed forward with a straight knife. At the same time, Yang Qian's usual cold force was instantly sacrificed. The mountaintop, which was already windy, was even more cold at this time, and ice flakes flew like knives.

In an instant, Yang Qian seemed to have disappeared on the top of the mountain, but in fact he had merged into the sword force.

"Blade power? Wind power? Giant blade? Interesting. I didn't expect to meet a martial artist... No, it should be a martial artist who practices both magic and martial arts. It's really rare!"

Yang Qian, who was immersed in his own sword power, was shocked by the other party's sudden words. He didn't expect that his skills, which had never been seen through by others, were easily revealed in an illusion.

Not only his identity as a martial artist, but also his fellow martial artists are seen as so real.

What surprised Yang Qian the most was that this person couldn't be a real person, right? Why did he not only seem vivid, but also had sense and logic in his words, giving the illusion of thinking? Or was this illusion coming from his heart, so it seemed like he had discovered his secret?
There were many distracting thoughts in his mind, but his hands had long been accustomed to killing. After the body skills were deployed, the giant blade could not take the evil and treacherous path, but it could take the violent and fierce path. So at this time, the wind was huge in the cold weather, dazzling the eyes and dazzling the mind. After the giant blade followed the wind and accumulated power, it chopped down with extreme speed and the force of collapsing mountains.

"too slow!"

Slow? Before Yang Qian could even comprehend the meaning of the other party's words, he felt a chill on his neck.

Then came a sharp pain, and then his vision changed, the world was spinning, and in just two breaths, his consciousness fell into darkness.

The last thought was: I was beheaded?!
Yang Qian woke up again, jumped up from the ground, and the first thing he did was to touch his neck.

The head is still there!

What happened just now? Even if it was in a fantasy, getting beheaded would mean death, right?
how come?
"Come again, draw your sword."

A cold voice sounded from behind Yang Qian. He turned his head and saw the man who had revealed his true identity. At this moment, there was a hint of sword intent on the tip of the knife in the man's hand.

Yang Qian could feel the murderous aura from the opponent, and subconsciously took out his giant blade again. Then, he still used the same fighting method as before, raised the blade, then blended into the wind, and finally found an opportunity to slash the opponent with great force.

"It's still too slow. At this speed, what's the point of playing with a knife?"

This time he said a few more words. But Yang Qian still couldn't finish listening, because his head was chopped off again, and after the world spun around, he could only curse in his heart.

Did he die this time?
Still not dead, still woke up.

After a few times, Yang Qian calmed down and realized that he was trapped in a cycle. If he wanted to get out of this cycle, he had to get rid of the black-robed man with a knife in front of him.

This time Yang Qian changed his sword moves.

Didn't you say it was too slow?

Then I’ll show you right away!

Then poof!

Yang Qian's head fell to the ground for the third time.
(End of this chapter)