When it comes to fighting to the death, the most taboo thing is losing momentum.
Shen Yi's non-stop actions made Jiao Mo unable to see where his limit was.
Not only that, the distance carefully maintained by the opponent is like a chasm in its eyes. It seems that it is only a few steps away from attacking, but it is still insurmountable.
The dense scars left by Chen Qiankun on Jiao Mo's body made it look like a piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking.
At this moment, he was bombarded by the continuous force of energy.
This old demon of Ningdan, who had lived for more than three thousand years, had completely lost the power to resist, and finally there was an unavoidable feeling of fear in his heart.
This fear not only comes from the worry that the demon-suppressing generals will catch up, but most of them actually come from young people in the distance.
This damn captain wants to completely blow himself up!
"hold head high--"
No longer caring about Chen Qiankun, the dragon demon let out a high-pitched voice, intending to transform into his original body and fly away.
Even if it means death! It would rather die under that demonic halberd!
Is a coward in the Jade Liquid Realm worthy of killing me, Mr. Jiao?!
"..."
Take the look of the demon into your eyes.
A trace of complexity flashed across Shen Yi's dark eyes, but without any hesitation, he drew out the straight sword from his waist.
The next moment, his figure suddenly rioted.
Holding the sword with both hands, he used the turbulent force to chop down a black light in the sky!
The sharp blade plunged into the Jiao Demon's heart.
The slender fingers with clear joints tightly grasped the handle of the knife, soaked in hot dark red demon blood.
"You are looking for death!"
The dragon demon's claws suddenly shot out, easily piercing the young man's shoulders. The same hot blood, containing a little golden light, sprinkled on his fair face.
There was no determination in those clear eyes, there was a little pain and a trace of fear, no different from ordinary people.
Are you afraid? Maybe a little.
To kill or not?
Shen Yi slowly released the hand holding the knife and clenched his fingers into a fist.
Cut off the pulse and capture the dragon!
Amid the severe tearing pain, the hard fist struck the Jiao Demon's veins at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye!
All the pitch-black pieces that had been burnt by demonic fire countless times fell off, and countless veins were instantly sealed.
"Get out! Get out!"
The dragon demon's arms were numb, and his claws were dug into the opponent's flesh, unable to be pulled out no matter what.
It wanted to push the other person away in fear, but still couldn't do it.
Shen Yi even took another half step forward, letting the scaly claws sink into her body for another half inch.
"Unless you die, I will have trouble sleeping and eating."
His voice was like a mosquito, he grasped the black knife at the demon's heart again, and suddenly pulled it out, splashing a wave of blood.
The broken ink shirt danced, and the ritual knife wrapped in swimming blood was chopped off like a full moon.
Pfft——
The ferocious dragon head rolled on the ground with a helpless expression, and under half of its body, a trail of blood spread along the path to the end of the line of sight.
It was the fishy wind and rain all the way, and I raised my hand countless times.
[Behead the dragon demon in the Condensing Core Realm, have a total lifespan of 5,240 years, and have a remaining lifespan of 1,970 years, all absorbed]
[Remaining Demon Lifespan: Three Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-four Years]
Shen Yi's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. It was unclear whether it was from exhaustion or excitement.
He was breathing rapidly, and a hint of fatigue slowly appeared on his face.
After adjusting her breath for a moment, Shen Yi gritted her teeth and pulled out the two claws that were deeply embedded in the flesh. The scales on them were sharp, like circles of hooks pulling out flesh and blood... It was so fucking painful.
Half of the dragon's body fell to the ground with a bang.
Even after death, the prototype will not show up. It must have taken a lot of effort to get ashore. No wonder it has stayed in Qingzhou for more than a hundred years without being discovered.
Shen Yi stepped on the opponent's body and skillfully opened his abdomen with a knife.
At this moment, a stamping sound came from behind.
Shen Yi looked back and saw that along the blood traces left by the dragon demon, dozens of horsemen and horses, headed by an extremely powerful demon horse with its body as red as blood, were rushing towards this place quickly.
I was a little surprised.
How could such a huge Qingfeng Gate be dealt with so quickly?
On the crimson horse, an old man wearing black light black armor holds an iron halberd, looking down at this place from a high position.
Chen Qiankun stared at the young man covered in demon blood indifferently, showing no emotion or anger.
On top of the other demon horses were generals who had experienced hundreds of battles. When they saw the scene in front of them, surprise appeared in their eyes.
While I and others were still busy at Qingfeng Mountain, a school captain came over to hunt down a demon in the Condensing Core Realm?
What’s even more unbelievable is... Looking at the half-lifeless corpse, the dignified Yangchun Jiang Jiaojun was really allowed to be killed?
Hong Lei, who was last, jumped off the horse, glanced at Shen Yi in shock and helplessness, and came to Chen Qiankun and whispered something.
The old man waved his hand, looked at the young man again, tapped his chin and said: "See what I'm going to do, go on, take it."
Hearing this, Shen Yi continued to swing the knife, stretched out his hand to take out the gleaming Jiao Dan, and put it into his waist. The whole movement was smooth and smooth without any stagnation.
"..." The generals' breathing was stagnant for a moment.
Mr. Chen was startled for a moment, and then a subtle teasing smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
He grabbed the reins and turned around slowly: "Give me a horse."
Hearing this, the general next to him was stunned for a moment, quickly turned over and dismounted, led the demon horse and walked quickly over, handing the reins to Shen Yi.
"I want to send this dragon body to the imperial court, but I can't give it to you."
Chen Qiankun continued: "For me, I will ride this horse back to Qingzhou Zhenmo Si Yamen, put on your big cloak, and come to Jiang County to find me when you have time, and be my personal companion."
As soon as the old man said these words, not to mention other generals, even Hong Lei was stunned for a moment.
He told the other party personally that it was understandable that Shen Yi would be promoted to a general because he killed the thousand-year-old dragon and flipped his palms to the point of killing himself with an angry sword.
But becoming a personal follower... those are two completely different concepts.
This means that the old man is willing to include him in his successor team.
After he retires, he has the opportunity to compete with other followers for the position of each other's demon-suppressing general.
In addition, the more affordable thing is that you only need to work with the general for a few years...not that you are temporarily transferred there, but that you follow him day and night.
As long as nothing goes wrong.
General Chen would write a document, send it to the court, act as a surety for the other party, and get back an elixir condensation method to teach. If his merits were profound, it wouldn't be a big deal to go to the martial arts temple two or three times before his life span was exhausted.
What could possibly go wrong? The old man needs to maintain his prime condition in order to frighten those big monsters, so he rarely takes action.
With his protection, even monsters are rarely seen a few times. I don't know how much more comfortable it is than the other police officers of the Demon Suppressing Department who are fighting for life and death.
"You seem to have just met him for the first time?"
The general next to him suppressed his jealous mood and said softly.
"Not really."
Chen Qiankun smiled inexplicably again, remembering the portrait that the monster hunter copied from a certain temple recently.
He is not a real martial arts immortal, he is just a pill-holding martial artist. He has jurisdiction over more than 30 counties, more than 2,000 villages, and millions of people. He stares at those pill-condensing demons all day long, and he has no skills to control them.
Therefore, there are countless mountain elves and wild monsters who secretly build temples, but the one wearing the ink shirt is the first one.
He is indeed young and promising.
The incense is being snatched at my head. With such a temperament, no wonder he is so skillful in picking out demon pills.
Previously on the altar, every time Zhang Hengzhou cast his gaze outside, Chen Qiankun silently watched, including when the dragon fled, the boy in black clothes frowned and slowly retreated behind everyone. , the same is true.
It's a pity that I was busy with important matters earlier and had no time to talk to him.
Let’s talk slowly when we meet later.
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Sorry guys, I will try my best to write more in each chapter, changing from six thousand a day to five thousand a day.
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Chapter completed!