Chapter 395 Killing Ring

But I don't know that a few other people are even more surprised.

"This ugly woman is not a big deal if she hits my fireball technique?" said another man with a flirtatious voice on the fourth level of Qi training, and even hesitated a lot in the movements of his subordinates.

"It's some kind of magic weapon protector, after all, it's that person's companion. The man who wanted to be a Ding furnace at the fifth level of Qi cultivation guessed, and it was difficult to hide jealousy and hatred in his tone, and this emotion was because of Cheng Xuan.

"Senior Brother Sun's magic weapon, hurry up and take it out! If the boat capsizes in the gutter, none of us will be able to get it down. The man whose arm was cut off hid behind and scolded loudly, the resentment in his tone made Jia Qi couldn't help frowning, and he felt uncomfortable for a while, and began to regret his hesitation just now.

Ritual weapons? They have magic weapons on them? Jia Qi's heart sank, and he realized that the situation was not good for him.

The persimmon picks up the soft pinch, and the one with the broken arm will take him with a sacrificial sword first.

Jia Ji made up her mind, her body flickered, and she stabbed a few swords at the one with the highest cultivation, the sword and sword were close to the point, and the horrified other party retreated again and again, but she took advantage of the gap between the retreat and came to the front of the man with the broken arm, this time without the slightest hesitation, and stabbed straight to the throat.

The man with the broken arm screamed in horror, and half of his body tried to escape, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the best time.

Seeing that the man with the broken arm was about to be killed, the man with a flirtatious voice broke off and shouted: "Cheap woman, don't want to kill my senior brother." Raising his hand, three cold rays of light flew out of his sleeve, but they were three murderous and awe-inspiring flying knives, and the monk of the fifth layer of qi cultivation also took the opportunity to throw out the dust, and the wisps of it were bound towards the body of the good period;

The good period of divine consciousness saw the flying knives and dust, and then looked at the man in front of him with a vicious look. Gritting his teeth fiercely, the long sword in his hand continued to stab the man's throat, and when he saw the blood splashing and flowing on the man's neck and slumping to the ground, he was relieved in his heart: finally solved one;

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man's eyes widen as if in disbelief.

I couldn't help but feel gloomy.

At this time, the flying knife and the whisk struck at the same time, and when the lightning was fired, the footwork of the best period was running to the extreme, and it was like a phantom to shift its shape, and it was dangerous to avoid the key points. The other two pierced the arms and shoulders at the same time;

Meanwhile. The dust also entangled Jia Ji's body.

Jia Qi bit his lip tightly, and flew upside down towards the monk of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation with the force of the dust, and when he was about to reach the front, he turned around and happened to be face to face with the monk. The long sword also slashed at that moment.

This time. Her hand didn't hesitate.

Severe pain in the shoulder. and two flying knives that wanted to go deeper made her understand: if you hesitate, you will die.

I thought it was going to work, but it was unexpectedly blocked.

Jia Qi looked at the golden light on the fifth-layer Qi cultivator: "Defensive magic weapon." "Who is the person who is attacking? There are combined flying knife magic weapons in the fourth layer of Qi training, and there are rare defensive magic weapons in the fifth layer of Qi training?

There is no way, only to fight.

Eyes are red at the best of the best. Feeling the flying knife on his left arm, as if he wanted to fly away, he immediately handed the sword in his right hand to his left hand, stretched out his right hand to hold the two flying knives and pulled them out, ignoring the bloody fingers and the flying knives that repeatedly bounced and wanted to escape, the whole person rushed towards the fifth-layer monk of Qi training, and the flying knife slammed into the defensive magic weapon that was steaming with golden light.

The fifth-layer Qi cultivation monk almost died just now, but fortunately he had a defensive magic weapon on his body, so he narrowly escaped the catastrophe, but he was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and he realized that he had encountered a hard stubble tonight, and his previous idea might be difficult to realize, so he unwillingly glanced at Jia Ji again, but he competed for her blood-colored eyes, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Forget it, it's just a Ding furnace, if you lose it, you will lose it!

It's better than losing his life, looking at this woman's posture, it is completely the appearance of a desperate Saburo, such a woman, he can't bear it, and he wants to retreat.

How can he be willing in the good period, the bloodied right hand holds the flying knife that beats repeatedly and disobeys the discipline, and the effect of practicing the fast sword for several years finally appeared, and it hit more than a dozen times in just a few breaths, and the sound of metal collision was endless.

The light of the defensive magic weapon became more and more dim, and finally with a 'poof', the light mask shattered.

At the same time, another flying knife also rushed towards the heart of Jia Ji: "Demon girl, suffer death." "The last throwing knife of the master of the throwing knife weapon finally caught the flaw of the good period and stabbed straight towards the vital point.

Jia Ji's heart was cold, he wanted to hide but found that he didn't need it at all, his heart was dark, but there was a fierce energy: If I want to die, I have to have a backpad, so I simply stopped trying to dodge, but the flying knife in his hand stabbed into the throat of the fifth-layer Qi cultivator.

When the flying knife pierced into the heart of the best period, it was blocked by a layer of floating divine patterns.

As soon as the sinister smile on the monk's face was halfway revealed, his eyes widened in horror at the sudden change, as if he had seen something incredible, and he even raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

How is this possible? Throwing knives are magic weapons, how can they not penetrate the flesh?

And that floating texture, what the hell is it? How can it have so much power, magic weapon?

Jia Ji thought that he had practiced the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, and the divine pattern had been engraved on the head, neck, atrium, back, waist and other parts, and it was reasonable to be able to block the blow of the flying knife, so he quickly turned around and came to the monk in a few steps, and raised his sword in his left hand to kill the monk.

The three knives lost their owner's control and then fell to the ground.

Knowing this moment, Jia Ji felt a burning pain in his arms and hands, and even his head was dizzy, probably the result of serious blood loss, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the long sword fell to the ground, and she herself fell to the ground.

The cold voice sounded so calm that it sounded: "Stand up and go to the house to deal with the wounds;"

Jia Ji pouted aggrievedly, reluctantly but still tried to stand up, holding his head with one hand, and walked into the room crookedly. Fortunately, one hand was still intact, and he threw off his clothes and picked up clean water to wash the blood off his left arm, only to find that the wound did not seem to be as serious as he imagined, and he was stunned for a moment and threw it behind.

Touching the ointment prepared by Ling Zhou to the wound and tying a bandage, he let out a long breath.

It's not easy to do this kind of thing for the first time!

Through the window, the bloody smell in the courtyard was particularly thick, and Jia Zhi got up and looked at the three corpses outside with a frown: "What to do with these corpses?"

"What does my sister think I should do?" Ling Zhou didn't answer, but asked what Jia Ji thought.

"Bury it. ”

"Where is it buried?, in the yard?" asked the boat.

Jia Shi immediately turned white, and shook his head again and again: "No, you can't bury it in the yard and bury it outside." ”

"Who's going to bury it?" asked Ling Zhou again.

Jia Qi was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Otherwise, I'll go." "A few servants aren't here because she's going to retreat, so I don't think I'll be willing to help, but who else can there be?

"Then you can go!" Ling Zhou neither agreed nor objected, but said lightly, clearly standing by and watching.

Blood flowed everywhere, the body that fell to the ground, the expression of death, and the pungent smell of blood made Jia Qi feel like vomiting, and he closed his eyes before asking Ling Zhou: "Is there anything that can hold this corpse?" Even if her head was dizzy, she knew that she couldn't just go out like this.

"They have storage bags on them," Mr. said.

Jia Ji nodded, took off the storage bag on one of the corpses, easily re-identified the owner, took out the contents, and then put the three corpses inside, and then found the question of the residual smell of blood, and asked, "How can I dispel this smell?"

"Yes, it's just too slow. Ling Zhou said.

"It's okay, if only it could be dispelled. Jia Qi said, she couldn't stand the smell of blood in the place where she lived, first buried the blood seeping from the land in the courtyard with soil, and then took out the incense burner and lit incense, and then went out to avoid several patrols with excellent footwork and left Baiyun City.

In the past few years, Jia Shi is a veritable otaku, and it is also strange that the course arranged by the boat is too compact, she has no time to wander around and explore the environment, the only path she knows is Baiyun Mountain, those monks seem to be disciples of Baiyun Temple, and buried in Baiyun Mountain is also considered to be a leaf to return to the roots.

Dig the pit with a sword, take the three corpses out of the storage bag and place them in the pit, bury them and look at the dirt bag silently for a moment, the morning light drops to the hour, and then returns to the inner city courtyard of Baiyun City.

One night passed like this, and three lives were gone.

The smell of blood has been dispelled, and I don't know if it's a psychological factor, so I don't feel very comfortable.

Counted the inheritances left by the three people one by one, and found two identity cards, which were indeed disciples of Baiyunguan; two magic weapons, one attack and one defense, more than a hundred spirit stones, and a few spirit runes, but they were good things, put them away and hide them; as for the exercises, she couldn't look at them at all, and threw them aside after a glance;

After waiting for her to finish, she asked, "What does my sister think about the battle at night?"

"A Taoist priest said: I blocked the way of their young lady, so it can be seen that the mastermind is a female cultivator. Jia Ji said.

Ling Zhou frowned impatiently: "What does it matter who is the mastermind? As long as they dare to come, they will all be killed; I am asking my sister how she felt about the battle, what have you gained, and what shortcomings have you found?"

Jia Qi was stunned, and suddenly felt that what Ling Zhou said before was particularly domineering, and couldn't help but nodded, thinking about last night's battle intently, and only spoke after a long while: "I should work harder to practice footwork, if the footwork is fast enough, I can completely avoid their pinching attacks, and I don't have to exchange injuries for injuries;"

Ling Zhou nodded: "What else?"

"At first, if I had solved one quickly, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed;" Jia Ji remembered the hesitation when he first attacked the killer, and actually let the other party dodge.

"Hesitation is a taboo in battle, which will lead you to defeat or even lose your life. ”

Jia Ji lowered his head and did not speak. (To be continued......)