Because the distance was extremely close, the painter could see and perceive it clearly, there was nothing connected between Lin Xi's hand and the long sword, and it was entirely because of the concentration of soul power that the sword flew back.
This is the real Edgeworth However, in the world of cultivators, only cultivators of the rank of the Holy Master can be truly skilled.
He was already a cultivator who was close to the peak of the Great Great Master, but the more he reached this kind of cultivation, the more he felt that he was still an unimaginably long away from that "saint" level.
The "holy" order that is beyond ordinary cultivators, with great strength, can even ignore many rules in the world, and many laws, is not a door but a mountain for him.
Could it be that the other party is a holy teacher?
In such an ordinary business, how could there be a cultivator of the Holy Master Rank And if it was a holy master, how could he deliberately suppress his cultivation and engage in such a duel with himself But if it's not a holy master, how can the other party be able to do it And the golden lightning that hit his body, causing half of his body to burn and almost paralyze, what was going on In this world, among all the cultivators, only the Changsun clan of Zhongzhou can turn into a powerful golden lightning with soul power.
In the very short time that the situation of the battle had undergone subtle changes, countless shocking thoughts filled the artist's mind.
The blank feeling in his brain caused by the extreme shock caused the soul power in his body to be truly sluggish.
"Snort" Lin Xi's sword directly slashed across his face.
The mottled mask on his face split in two and fell off his face.
From the left cheek to the right of his face, he had a terrifying sword wound, but even the blood gushing out of the wound could not hide the extreme shock on his face.
"Boom" The soul power in his body finally burst out again.
Lin Xi let out a muffled snort, and his whole body flew backwards at a faster speed again, and his back slammed into the wall at the end of this corridor.
He could see very clearly that the painter was originally a middle-aged man with a clear face, with a few strands of sparse beard, slightly high cheekbones, and a somewhat down-and-out teacher.
"How is that possible?"
"Who the hell are you?"
The portrayer could definitely see that Lin Xi, who fell to the wall, was much more injured than himself, but he still screamed and howled as if he was crazy.
The rain eaves above his head had been collapsed by the powerful force bursting out of his body, and at this moment, the dense cold rain washed over his face, making the blood on his face mixed with the rain flowing, and the wound looked even more hideous and terrifying.
I don't know if it was because of the pain or because of the cold and fear, his body began to tremble uncontrollably violently.
"You don't need to know who I am."
"As long as I remember the breath on your body and know your face."
Lin Xi began to cough and coughed up some blood foam, but his face was very happy, he fought very happily, he understood that with his current combat strength, if he fought with all his strength, it was already possible to kill such a powerful opponent by leaping over the ranks.
And he has already achieved his goal.
Because if you want to use this painter to deal with Su Zhongwen, you must at least know the true face of this painter and find him out of Qingyuan City.
Looking at the painter who couldn't understand it at all, and his body was trembling, Lin Xi didn't say anything more, but just said back in his heart.
Time goes back to before the stoppage.
Except for Lin Xi, no one knew what had happened in this world in this small courtyard where Lin Xi and Chen Feirong were.
Cold rain was pouring down in the sky.
The painter, dressed in a brown robe and wearing a mask, is navigating a muddy path.
Looking at the very quiet Lingering Garden in the distance, the dryness in the heart of this cultivator, who was already very strong in the world, became even stronger, and his body began to tremble with excitement.
After all, this woman is not only beautiful, but also the mysterious treasurer of Da Dexiang, who was widely circulated before.
A woman with such an identity is naturally more attractive.
Just like the eldest princess in the Yunqin Imperial City, the entire Yunqin, I don't know how many men have dirty feelings towards her in their hearts, and they want to desecrate her, but they don't dare to say it.
For him, if he has a strong enough cultivation and can even enter and exit the imperial city freely, the eldest princess's attraction to him is naturally the first, and he must also enter the palace, play with the eldest princess, and make the most exquisite painting on her body, so that everyone in the world can see it, and announce that the people of the world, they only dare to imagine the woman in their hearts, has been desecrated by him.
Just when this cultivator, who was trembling with excitement because of his own, was still a few miles away from the Lingering Garden, Lin Xi had already walked outside Chen Feirong's door and knocked on the door.
"Going" Chen Feirong asked in the room.
She didn't take off her clothes, just sat on the bed with her clothes closed, and when she heard Lin Xi's knock on the door, she had already stood up.
"Yes."
Lin Xi nodded unhurriedly.
Chen Feirong didn't hesitate at all, and didn't ask Lin Xi any reason, she pushed open the door and followed Lin Xi quickly into a carriage that was already prepared at the side door.
Lin Xi tightened his clothes, put on a bamboo hat, put on a thick coat, and shouted in a low voice, and the carriage, which was pulled by two of the finest horses, rushed out like an arrow from the string, rushed out of the manor, and rushed towards the city along the avenue.
The black carriage broke through the rain curtain.
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves shattered the calm of the rainy night.
There were still a few miles to go from the Lingering Garden, and the painter, who was moving quickly, stood in amazement.
He vaguely saw the carriage rushing out, and then watched as the carriage left at an alarming speed, disappearing from his sight.
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"What's going on" The painter looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared, and he couldn't understand why the woman was living here in the middle of the night, why she suddenly became nervous, and why she was suddenly in such a hurry to leave The cold rain did not stop until dawn, and the drill field of the defenders of Qingyuan City became a little muddy.
Li Anting, the chief of staff of the Zhengwu Division, looked at the muddy and hard ground in front of him, and frowned deeply.
Because there is no icing.
If there is no ice, it means that the winter for the army has officially passed, and it means that a major war between the two countries is about to begin.
The more unclear the situation of the people of Yunqin, the more enthusiastic they will be to fight this battle, and want to pull the traitorous General Wenda back and behead him, but the more generals in the army like him, the more clear they are about what kind of price they have to pay for fighting such a war, and how many lives of soldiers loyal to the empire will have to pay.
A school officer came quickly from the gate of the big camp, and when he came behind him, he immediately saluted and said: "General, there is a person named Su Zhongwen, who claims to be a strategist of the governor of Liu Province, and asked someone to bring a message. ” "Su Zhongwen is indeed the strategist who followed Liu Ziyu, the city defense told me before, I know that he is in the city."
Li Anting turned around, completely in the air of an iron-blooded general, and said quickly: "What's the matter with him?"
The school officer did not hesitate at all, and said, "He said that he found a wanted felon, and he can be sure that he is the painter."
It's just that the painter's cultivation should be far above him, and it should be possible to surround and kill that felony only if our military is dispatched.
He said that he had managed to lure the felony into the alley of Celestial Place.
But there is no guarantee that the felony will stay there for a long time.
If our army has any scruples and can't get there soon, they don't need to go. ” Li Anting's brows jumped suddenly, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Su Zhongwen wants to make meritorious contributions, but our duty is to protect the peace of the party, if a cultivator can scare us, then what is the meaning of our army's existence, why use this clumsy agitation method to provoke us?"
"Give the order to go down, let the sons and daughters get on their horses immediately, and the whole army of the heavy armor army and the crossbow army will go to the Tianzhenfang neighborhood to encircle and suppress the felons" A loud cry burst out of Li Anting's mouth.
In just a few breaths, the sound of stern military orders exploded in the garrison, and the voices of countless gold and iron roared in the garrison of the town defenders.
A middle-aged teacher holding an ordinary oil-paper umbrella and wearing an ordinary green cloth cotton robe walked through the alleys.
His brow slowly furrowed, and the look in his eyebrows became cold, not at all like the peace he had used to be in the crowded street outside.
This middle-aged man with a sparse jaw is the painter who ran for half the night last night.
He didn't understand why Chen Feirong left suddenly in the middle of the night, but he felt that something was wrong, and what made him feel even more inexplicable killing intent and shock in his heart today was that someone knew his identity and knew where he lived, and asked the innkeeper to bring him a message and ask him to meet in this street and alley.
Who leaked his news What did this man do to him?
Now he's in the light and the other is in the dark, so he has to know who it is.
Following the direction told to him by the innkeeper, the suspicious and extremely cautious cultivator walked slowly forward, and suddenly, he stopped.
Because there is a dead end in front of it, facing a wall, there is no way out.
Just as his face became more ugly, thinking about whether he should stay here next, or leave here immediately, and leave Qingyuan City, he felt something and turned around.
He saw a middle-aged scribe emerge from the alley in the distance
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