A rain quietly fell in Qingyuan City.
The rain was cold and dripping, but since it was rain, not snow, it was a sign that the winter of the Yunqin Empire was coming to an end.
The itchy feeling in Lin Xi's body, like countless ants crawling, has faded a lot in the past few days, but the itchy feeling itself comes from the dark disease in his body, in Biluoling, his bones and flesh and blood in his body are not known how much they have broken, although under the rescue of the elixir and Tang Yuren at any cost in Qingluan Academy, who are probably the strongest doctors in the world, after half a year of near-vegetative life, the flesh and bones in his body have finally grown well, and he can withstand some of his strenuous activities, But the flesh and bones that were originally broken, and the flesh and bones that were reconnected are new.
At this time, it is as if the new flesh and bones in his body are fusing with his body, and the new bones become "old bones".
So on this rainy day of climate change, the tingling and itching feeling in his body is clearer and more uncomfortable than a few days ago.
However, this itchy feeling, in addition to making Lin Xi feel a sense of dryness, made him a little inexplicably excited, and even had some desire to fight with others.
After all, he was a cultivator, and he was a powerful cultivator who had already crossed the rank of national scholar.
If you want to kill Wenren Cangyue and his powerful subordinates, you can only make yourself more able to fight and make yourself stronger in battle.
Although he had fought with Su Zhongwen before, it was only between one or two breaths, and he just tried Su Zhongwen's combat power, and he was not a real shot at all.
This kind of hand-to-hand without a hearty shot, but like a fire trigger, ignited the uncontrollable desire to fight with others in his heart.
He is now waiting for an opponent who can make him make a hearty shot, the "painter" who will come for Chen Feirong.
He was sure that the "painter" would come tonight.
Because he and Chen Feirong moved to the "Lingering Garden", Da Shenggao purchased a quiet courtyard in Qingyuan City, and Chen Feirong liked to be quiet, so that there were only a few servants left in this garden, and it was far away from the garrisons of some town guards, so it was the best time to start.
Although this "painter" was forced by his practice and life to change his career to the business of secretly killing people, Lin Xi knew that he had not done what he was interested in for many years, and once he wanted to do it, whether he was forced to do it or wanted to do it himself, the wildfire in his heart must be burning very badly, and it was extremely difficult to bear to wait for another day or two when he had an excellent opportunity to do it.
The cold rain beat on the eaves and the plantains in the courtyard, making a quiet sound.
Lin Xi closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, quietly perceiving.
In the deep alley in the distance, there seemed to be a faint sound of a dog barking.
Suddenly, Lin Xi opened his eyes, and as soon as his figure moved, he arrived at the door like an arrow shot by a strong bow, but his hand fell on the door, but he pushed the door open silently, and in the next breath, it had already fallen into the black brick corridor outside the door.
Across a full moon-like doorway, under a rain corridor opposite, stood a visitor dressed in brown clothes, with no facial features on his face, but the color was very mottled, but with a mask that was randomly painted with oil paint.
"Friend, who are you, at a time like this, it's not a good thing to be uninvited."
Lin Xi naturally knew who was coming here, but he clasped his hands slightly, like a humble disciple cultivator, calmly looked at the other party and asked.
The other party didn't move immediately, looked at Lin Xi levelly, and let out a voice with a slight admiration, "I didn't expect that there would be a master like you in such a small place, who could sense my arrival." ” "What's the matter" Chen Feirong's voice sounded in a wing room in the courtyard where Lin Xi was, as if she was dressing.
"Friend, it doesn't matter who you are, this is a private house.
We don't want to get in trouble, and if you leave, we won't pursue it anymore.
Lin Xi said in a deep voice.
"There are beauties like jade, I can't see them with my own eyes, how can I run in vain on such a cold and rainy night?"
When the brown-clothed painter heard Chen Feirong's voice, he smiled slightly, and as soon as the laughter started, his toes tapped on the ground, and he had already swept straight towards Lin Xi.
Between him and Lin Xi, there was a rainy Mingtang and two banana trees with lush foliage, but the majestic aura and strong wind that emanated from his body caused all the raindrops that were close to him to be shaken away, causing the leaves of the banana tree to automatically fly away to both sides and shatter.
In a breath, he passed through a courtyard, passed through the full moon gate, and approached Lin Xi.
In the face of the painter's fierce momentum, Lin Xi drank softly, and finally exhaled the dryness and longing that had been accumulated in his body for a long time, and at the same time, he did not retreat but advanced, and two powerful soul powers poured out from under his feet, making his whole person fly forward diagonally towards the painter.
In an instant, Lin Xi had already flown in front of the brown-clothed painter, the cotton shirt on his right arm exploded, and every muscle on his arm burst out with amazing power, and he pulled out the long sword he was carrying in the midst of lightning and flint, and slammed the sword at the painter's throat.
This sword is like a spring thunder and thunder that came in advance, indescribably swift and powerful.
However, in the face of such a sword, the painter's eyes flashed with a smile of disdain, his right hand seemed to shrink back, but under his wrist, a sword light appeared.
A light brown short knife slashed at Lin Xi's sword-holding wrist with a backhand slash.
The speed of the sword light far surpassed Lin Xi's lightning-like sword light, just like Lin Xi's wrist came up to slash him.
But at this moment, the air in front of Lin Xi seemed to be violently shocked, Lin Xi's body was violently slammed in the air, and his knife was instantly out of proportion and slashed into the air Lin Xi raised his head at this moment.
His madness, all the negative emotions that were suppressed, and the powerful killing intent seemed to erupt from his eyes at this moment, turning into a sky-high sword intent.
His right shoulder cotton coat cracked, and the soul power that erupted in an instant made his entire right arm seem to suddenly become longer, and he threw it forward violently, and his sword momentum, which had already become a little exhausted due to the pause of his body, became more rapid, slashing towards the painter's eyebrows.
This is Lin Xi's real hearty sword, and it is extremely decisive The artist's eyes also flashed with incredible shock.
He was not shocked by Lin Xi's cultivation and ability to control soul power, but shocked by the speed at which Lin Xi's soul power was invoked.
With the exquisite use of soul power, as long as there are a lot of battles, it is possible to do Lin Xi's this, but in such a short period of time, such a rapid mobilization of soul power in the body is simply impossible.
Even with his cultivation beyond the first order, it was impossible to do it at all.
This is fundamentally something that violates the common sense of a practitioner's soul power and body.
In extreme shock, the artist's left hand quickly stretched out.
These were two extremely well-maintained, white jade-like fingers, which looked castrated as if they wanted to clamp Lin Xi's long sword, but just as his two fingers were stretched out, a majestic aura had already surged out from between his two fingers.
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A massive force, like a burn, ignited from his fingertips.
"Boom" The space between him and Lin Xi shook violently again, and the power that surged out of his body formed the shape of a red flame bird in an instant, impacting the long sword in Lin Xi's hand.
In this extremely short period of time, Lin Xi's hand was covered with blood, and the long sword flew out directly.
The huge force overflowed, and the impact made his body completely stop in the air, and the strips of cotton robe on his body were torn, and there was a tendency to fly backwards.
Zhang Lingyun's previous prediction of the strength of the "painter" was not wrong, the painter was indeed a cultivator who was close to the peak of the great power teacher and had successfully melted his soul.
The reason why there are naturally so many levels of division among cultivators is because there are huge differences in the strength of each level.
The spiritual power of the great country master level cultivators is still much stronger than that of the national scholar level cultivators, and the sharp explosion of soul power in the body alone is enough to shock the national scholar level cultivators into a powerful force.
Moreover, this is only a cultivator of the Great Master Rank, if a Saint Master Rank cultivator erupts his soul power with all his strength, ordinary cultivators will not be able to get close at all, and if they look at their faces, they will be blasted into a cloud of scum of flesh and blood.
In the face of overwhelming power, all skills are vain.
In the concept of the cultivator world, it is absolutely impossible for a cultivator who is at the beginning of the national scholar to challenge a cultivator who is close to the peak of the great master's rank.
Qingyuan City is only a small city after all, and in the entire Qingyuan City, I am afraid that there were no cultivators at the level of a great master before, so Zhang Lingyun was absolutely sure, so the painter dared to do such a thing.
The knife in the painter's hand continued to move forward, stabbing at Lin Xi's lower abdomen.
Although with absolute strength, Lin Xi's blow was completely disintegrated, but the strength shown by the other party made the painter a little nervous, and according to the news given to him before, the big shopkeeper of Da Dexiang in the house was also a cultivator, if he was also such a strong man, the two of them would join forces, and it would pose a threat to him, so he had to deal with the person in front of him immediately.
In the perception of the two cultivators, the world at this moment was relatively slow, Lin Xi was beginning to fly backwards, but his left hand was still pressing the wrist of the knife in the artist's right hand, trying to block the knife.
The artist did not change the knife position.
Because he originally felt that Lin Xi's soul power was very weird, this knife only wanted to hit Lin Xi hard, and he didn't want to kill Lin Xi directly.
In his opinion, even if his wrist intersected with Lin Xi's hand, his strength was enough to hit Lin Xi hard.
However, at this moment, the battle situation, which was originally extremely strong and weak due to the difference in absolute strength, underwent extremely subtle and strange changes.
The painter felt that the soul power in Lin Xi's body erupted again at an extremely alarming speed.
A rapid burst of soul power erupted from Lin Xi's hand, and in the time he couldn't react at all, it turned into a golden lightning bolt and hit his hand.
The painter's eyes widened in disbelief, and the strong burning and numbness even made his soul power call pause at this moment, but the shock and numbness that made his brain blank did not stop, he saw that Lin Xi's light cyan flying sword, which had already flown out of his hand and was flying backwards, flashed a dazzling silver light, and paused forcefully in the air, like a jumping silver lightning, reflecting back There is a dinner in the evening, but I decided to put some pressure on myself, on the last day of November, I still have to do three watches and one watch in the evening: