Vol 3 Chapter 41: : Sixth Day · Blade - The King of Special Warfare

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The darkness is deep.

The silhouette of Dijiang cut through the night, and walked away with a whistling wind at a high speed. The silver light was getting farther away, but the sharp and sharp killing intention in the far sky was getting closer.

The killing intention is not manic, but it is extremely cold permeating the entire space, calm, indifferent, and extremely dangerous.

Li Tianlan has passed out.

The saint felt his pulse and heartbeat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The No. 6 theater divided by the East Island is not small, but for two days, the Saints could not find Li Tianlan, partly because of the area of No. 6 theater, but partly because Li Tianlan was too fast.

High-intensity fighting has never been nonsense, shot, fight, die, and retreat.

Every time Li Tianlan takes a shot, the saints tend to slow him down.

In the beginning, through some remaining clues, the saints can gradually see that Li Tianlan's strength has broken through to a quite horrible level, and then he is not in a hurry, and has been following in an unhurried manner.

However, he did not expect that Li Tianlan would meet Dijiang at the end of the battle. If one step was taken late, the saints would not dare to think about the consequences.

But even so, he still allowed Dijiang to take away the valuable emperor. At this moment, looking at Li Tianlan in a coma, the saints suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

At one point in the air, the frenzied killing intentions suddenly stagnated.

The night sky suddenly became clear.

The intention of killing all over the battlefield turned into a nearly completely transparent shadow silently, and the shadow fluctuated violently in the night, and then became a dark shadow.

The killing intention has completely disappeared.

There was nothing in the place where the shadow stood.

The saint's brow frowned, thinking.

"how is it?"

The robbery hurried to the battlefield asked hoarsely.

He and the saints were both in black, but their temperaments were quite different.

The saint's inadvertent movements seemed to be full of swordsmanship, but they were silent and silent, except for the mysteriousness, there was only infinite darkness.

"Serious injury, too tired."

The saint picked up Li Tianlan, handed him over to Robbery, remained silent, and continued, "The Emperor was lost."

"Ok?"

Jie simply made a syllable.

"It's Jiang Hongwei. You're one step late, or maybe you can leave him behind."

The saint sighed with regret, but there was an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, remembering the momentary fight, the thunderous light, he laughed at himself, thinking that it was indeed a terrible junior.

"The double thunder veins of the North Sea King?"

The tone of the calamity was quiet. The Jiang family in Beihai province was a high-profile giant. The heirs of the Jiang family and the disciples of Wang Tianzong's parents were not completely secretive. Although Jiang Hongwei, the double thunder vein, never shot, but for him The strength of some major figures in Zhongzhou will basically have a rough judgment.

If he can grow up normally, now even if he is not invincible, there is basically invincible combat power. In Beihai Wangshi, this is a veritable second master.

"You should not be his opponent."

Jie said, his tone was clear and straightforward.

"The saint is indeed not his opponent. But I am more than a saint."

The saint shook his head, his tone a bit complicated.

"He knows who you are."

The tone of indifference was indifferent, but the trouble involved in this sentence was very clear to both.

The relationship between the reincarnation palace and the city of sighs has been confirmed since the saints first ascended the Taibai Mountain. If Jiang Hongwei exposed the true identity of the saints, the uproar will be enough for the North Sea King and Kunlun The city was completely vigilant.

The saint took a deep breath and said lightly, "There is no way, I can't stop him if I don't really draw a sword tonight, and then the sky will be in danger."

He is the first king of reincarnation, but the strength of the saint ’s identity can be shown to be ordinary, roughly between the ordinary half-step invincible and the peak half-step invincible. Only the sword is not exposed, this sword is equal to There is no soul, but once Jianyi appears, it is all trouble.

The robber held Li Tianlan in his arms, and found a bottle of blue medicine for him, and remained silent for a while.

"Oh!"

The silver mang in the darkness cut through the night sky instantly.

Yinmang was like a shooting star, with a terrifying momentum, but did not see the intention of killing, the sharp edge fell to the foot of the calamity.

A figure in a black cloak came out from the other side, and said gently, "It's all right."

The emperor who was taken away by Dijiang was still in the shape of Fang Tianhua's halberd. At this moment, he inserted into the ground in front of the calamity, shaking slightly.

"military adviser?"

The whole face of Jie hid under the mask, and raised his eyebrows calmly.

"Good luck."

The military division's voice was with a smile and arched his hand. He didn't say anything about the first meeting. The two had already met at the meeting a few days ago, although there was no communication.

He nodded, looked at the emperor in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and wondered, "This is ..."

"I talked to the little guy named Dijiang, and I think it might be a loss. The guy left a weapon and left on his own."

The military division laughed softly, politely, softly without a bit of sharpness.

"you?"

Ran asked.

"I can't do it myself, but there aren't any of you? Anyway, it's not far away, but I can't reason about him, can't the three of us talk about him together? The little guy is a smart man, reasonable.

The military officer glanced at the saint with a smile and continued: "Don't worry about your identity."

The saint seemed to understand something, then frowned, his eyes changed, and he winked at the military officer.

The military division nodded his head, and turned and left.

"I know the identity of the saints. What about you? Who are you?"

Feeling that Li Tianlan was breathing more and more smoothly, looking at the back of the military division, he suddenly asked.

The military officer saw a meal, and then hurried into the darkness again, it seemed to be in a hurry.

His voice fluttered in the night sky, clear in his ears.

"I'm a military division. I'm also a samurai hand."

His figure had disappeared so far, and he seemed to have gone all out.

Jie ’s pupils condensed instantly. He silently looked at the direction the military division was leaving. After a long time, he turned his head to look at the military division, and said in a deep voice, “A knife, does it really exist?”

Knife.

Invisible knife.

Hardly noticeable knife.

In Zhongzhou, only a few people can detect the existence of this knife, but they are vague. Don't talk about robbers, I am afraid that even Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun are not clear about the so-called knife.

"It exists naturally."

The Saint blandly said: "But it's not too long."

Breath took a deep breath and looked at the saints seriously and asked, "The army division is the hand holding the sword. Who is the sword holder? Isn't it the reincarnation master?"

"Formerly the boss."

The saints hesitated, and said the truth: "When Tianlan returns to China, Tianlan will hold the sword. He may never imagine what kind of knife the boss left him in Zhongzhou."

"I can't imagine it."

Jie ’s tone was as plain as water: "It seems that Qin Zong has determined that the gift she left is indeed valuable, but all this may not be what Tian Lan wants."

"But this is what he needs most. Because he is in Zhongzhou."

The saint tone was indifferent.

Rob no longer speaks.

He has not always been good at emotional matters. There is always a choice between emotional and rational. Qin Weibai made a choice. What about Li Tianlan?

He looked at Li Tianlan, who was still in a coma, and laughed at himself: "I can't imagine the legendary sword really exists. So what have Beihai Wangshi and Kunlun City been doing for so many years? What is the significance of what they do?

The saint did not speak, but turned silently, and said lightly, "Leave. There is still work to be done."

He didn't say much, holding Li Tianlan, his figure disappeared instantly.

And the other side of the battlefield.

The figure of the army division was swiftly moving through the mountains and forests.

The trees flashed behind him.

Suddenly.

His figure suddenly stopped.

The sweltering heat was brewing in the mountains, with a desperate silence.

The figure of the military officer slowly took a step forward, another step.

His body stopped under a big tree.

The military division was silent, but his eyes suddenly became extremely frantic and fierce.

Here.

It is where he is separated from his boss.

The boss rested under the tree before parting.

But now ...

The tree is still ...

The boss is gone!

.......

Linzhou, Zhongzhou.

The white mist in Qingyun Mountain has not yet dispersed.

The white mist shrouded all corners of the mountain, and it was so thick that it could not be melted.

White mist flows clear and slowly in the night.

Master Wuwei, the most famous master of metaphysics in Zhongzhou, stood quietly in front of the gate of the temple, lowered his head with a smile, and looked at the flourishing flowers in front of the gate.

Large swaths of flowers have now completely covered all the roads in the temple.

Ancient temples, white mist, and flowers are everything.

A drop of Yin Hong's blood dripped from the Master Wuwei's chest and dripped into the flowers.

The old monk, whose white hair had completely disappeared, suddenly touched his bald head and looked at the night sky.

The sky is still filled with white mist, like a fairyland.

Strings of water drops are falling from the air, breaking through the white mist and nourishing the flowers and plants.

"It's raining..."

He murmured softly, opened his mouth, but closed it.

The master originally planned to call his two apprentices to enjoy the rain together, but then he remembered that his two apprentices, Ruzhen and Ruye, had been arranged for East Island by themselves.

He sighed softly, turned around, and slowly walked into the temple gate.

Another drop of blood dripped from his chest.

Blood beads fell to the ground, splashing blood flowers.

The rain is getting heavier.

...

Long Island International Airport.

The two middle-aged monks, who look exactly the same or have the same temperament, slowly walked out of the hall.

They were both plain monks, with peaceful and peaceful expressions.

The two monks, who had been walking side by side, went outside the hall silently, staring at each other without words, and turned around.

One to the east and one to the west.

Lopsided.

The dull night sky suddenly sounded murky.