To kill three children who were so frightened that they couldn't even move, the artist didn't even need to use a knife.
However, perhaps he still had the last trace of luck in his heart, or maybe he wanted to cause more psychological pressure on the sergeants present and give generals like Li Anting more time to regret, so he raised the hook and sickle and slashed it down again.
Many of the sergeants standing at the front closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at the next scene.
In the previous breath, Lin Xi also felt that no one could stop the painter, and was about to use his unique ability.
However, at this moment, a hole suddenly appeared in a wall behind the painter.
Because the speed was so fast, even between the wall and the painter, many of the sergeants were unable to react, they just felt as if there was an indigo light that came out of the wall, and then instantly passed through the crowd and reached behind the painter.
At this moment, only cultivators like Li Anting and the painter could perceive that this indigo streamer that suddenly broke out of the wall was an indigo sword with a thin chain.
At this moment, the hook sickle in the artist's hand did not cut down on the girl's neck, but instantly slashed backwards, and under the sharp attention and wrapping of his soul power, this hook sickle also instantly turned into a light blade, a light blade that could not withstand the power of soul power and quickly cracked.
Because he is already close to the peak of the Great Power Master, he can already feel the gap between him and the Holy Master, so this portrayer can also feel that the person who issued this sword is not a real Holy Master.
But at the same time, he also sensed that the other party's cultivation had far surpassed his own, and he had almost reached the threshold of the holy master, if there was still a big mountain between his cultivation and the holy master, then this person's cultivation had already reached the top of the mountain, and it only took some time to go down the mountain to become a real holy master.
Moreover, this sword seems to be more powerful than the power of the true saint master's flying sword strike.
Because even a true saint master could not pour all the power that could burst out into the blow of the flying sword, but at this moment, the cultivator who cast the sword seemed to have poured all his power into this sword through that thin chain.
This sword is like carrying a mountain and a country.
This sword, to the painter, felt that if it fell on his body, it would not be a sword hole, but would destroy his body into pieces.
The painter wanted to live, so he would use the means of killing a girl to force the Yun Qin army that surrounded him, so at this moment, he didn't care about killing that girl again, he just wanted to block this sword.
There was a muffled "click".
The hook and sickle in the artist's hand slashed into the indigo sword, but what made the artist instantly stiffen was that none of the things he expected had happened happened.
The terrifying power that had originally gathered in the indigo sword body suddenly disappeared.
The chains attached to the indigo sword suddenly stretched out and rolled around his body.
That terrifying power appeared in this chain.
The painter's body flew up in the air in an instant, and was torn by this chain with a cracking sound, and it flew out and slammed into the wall pierced by the indigo long sword.
There was a bang of "boom".
The walls were torn apart and all collapsed.
Before the painter could get up, the chain was slightly loosened between the blood spurting from the painter's mouth, and the indigo blue sword suddenly rose and fell.
It's like a hooked scythe that the painter raised before, raised and then slashed.
The artist's head flew up.
A fountain of blood erupted from between his neck, gathering soul power and collapsing half of the already crumbling roof.
When the dust and blood mist fell, the frightened Yun Qin soldiers reacted one after another, and more than a dozen people rushed forward to protect the three children who had not been injured in any way, but had just fainted due to excessive fright.
All the nearby Yunqin soldiers saw that there was no one in the collapsed bungalow except for the body of the painter.
Their shocked gaze continued to move forward, and they vaguely saw that in a bungalow behind a patio, a quiet man in a plain cotton robe flashed, and the indigo long sword was already in his hand at this moment.
There was silence for a moment, except for the sound of heavy breathing.
Li Anting looked at the figure of the man with a long body who didn't know when he sneaked closer, and was still more than thirty steps away from the painter's corpse, and his eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously.
For this man, he had the most sincere respect in his heart, because without this man, these three innocent children would have died today, but Li Anting was also not a weak cultivator, and he could also be sure that this man's blow was very different from that of Yun Qin cultivators, especially the indigo blue long sword with chains, which seemed to be something that only a reckless and powerful cultivator could have.
In the flash of his heart, Li Anting solemnly bowed deeply to the man with the indigo sword and thanked him.
But after saluting, his face became calm and cold again, "What's your name?"
Zhantai Qiantang, who was holding an indigo long sword, exhaled slowly, in every breath that had not been decided before, he felt that he was doing the most difficult thing in his life, but at this moment, after the sword was really stabbed, his heart became calm, but became relaxed, "My name is Du Siguo."
He looked at Li Anting and bowed in return, and said.
Li Anting's brows furrowed deeply.
All the disciples who belong to the court, or some officials and wealthy people, as long as they are known cultivators, when they enter the city gate, they will be recorded by the city defense army and reported to the town defender military headquarters, and he will naturally know.
After all, cultivators are aliens in the human world, and the Yunqin military will always keep an eye on cultivators.
But the name Du Siguo is completely unfamiliar to Li Anting, that is to say, this is a hidden cultivator who does not belong to the court and has not revealed his identity as a cultivator before.
"I need to verify your identity, and I need your cooperation."
So Li Anting didn't say anything more, just looked at the cultivator in front of him, no matter what his identity was, he was worthy of his respect, and slowly said this sentence.
Zhantai Qiantang naturally understood what Li Anting meant, but he didn't resist, just sighed slightly in his heart, nodded, and said, "Okay." ” "I'm sorry."
Li Anting said these two words with many layers of meaning seriously, and waved his hand to several school officials beside him.
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These school officials also bowed to Zhantai Qiantang, and then began to pass on some military orders.
The six green wolf heavy armored sergeants who were not injured in the painter's hands first gathered around Zhantai Qiantang.
Some of the heavily armored cavalry began to gather, and one of the infantry generals politely asked Zhantai Qiantang to hand over the indigo long sword in his hand first, and then, surrounded by at least hundreds of sergeants, this Yunqin army began to escort Zhantai Qiantang to the barracks of the town defenders.
Lin Xi stood up in the attic where no one was paying attention, and he frowned as he watched as the army, which was still like a great enemy, escorted Zhantai Qiantang away.
Because he has seen a lot of cultivators related to Da Mang, although he doesn't know the identity of Zhantai Qiantang at this moment, he is six or seven points sure that Zhantai Qiantang should be a cultivator from Da Mang.
At this moment, he was heartbroken, and the hated Wenren Cangyue was in Da Mang, and he would start a big war with Yun Qin, it stands to reason that he should also hate the cultivator from Da Mang, but at this moment, he didn't have any hatred for Zhantai Qiantang in the army escort, but had a very strange emotion.
In that case, just for the sake of the three Yun Qin's children, no matter what the purpose of the Great Mang cultivators who came to Qingyuan City, they should not make a move.
However, the man in a plain cotton robe still made a move.
The army began to withdraw, and some of the men of the penal division began to take over, and began to block the streets and alleys where the fighting was taking place.
Because he was not in the area where the battle took place, Lin Xi left the attic without any difficulty, away from the street he had chosen, and strolled through the streets of Qingyuan City with his head down, and began to think about what he was going to do next.
Originally, in his plan, he first used the painter to kill Su Zhongwen, and then in the process of the painter's escape, he tried to inform the painter that Zhang Lingyun had made some arrangements to help him escape from Yuyuan City, so that the painter could escape into Zhang Lingyun's official residence.
Next, he can try to make people discover the connection between the painter and Zhang Lingyun.
However, he still somewhat underestimated the combat power of the Yun Qin army against solo cultivators.
Now that the painter is dead, it will be another problem to deal with Zhang Lingyun.
Lin Xi frowned, walked slowly, and thought slowly.
He didn't come up with any perfect good way for a while, but he thought of Zhantai Qiantang's sword again, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth showed some self-deprecation, he exhaled, shook his head, and whispered to himself: "People like him who can't make a move have made a move, I obviously said it myself, in the face of such a person who ignores the law, as long as it is not found and there is no evidence, it is not illegal Zhang Lingyun dares to find a painter, Lin Xi, you can make a move, and you can do it again, What are you hesitating and scrupling about the opportunity not to be discovered, why do you have to dig out so many thoughts" After saying this self-deprecatingly, and no longer bothering his mind because of a person who was just a little bit of a small figure to him, Lin Xi's mood suddenly changed for the better.
After casually walking into a noodle shop not far in front and eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, Lin Xi decided that he must at least find out the identity of the man who made the move, at least if it was not his enemy, he couldn't watch him die in Yunqin
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