At the end of the banquet, he politely refused the "Spring Festival Moment" activity of Depp and others, but Watson stayed to enjoy the special service of the Night Rose.

Night slowly fell, Lin Ze walked through the bustling streets, and did not rush back, but slowly circled around the northern city of Pingling County.

The side quest requires killing fifty cultists, and so far Lin Ze has not completed any of them, so it's time to be in a hurry, and the cult minions with lower cultivation are better to say, if all the cult minions who come are good at cult cultivation, then Lin Ze is really difficult to do.

To be honest, this task depends on luck, it can be easy or hellish difficulty, of course, a chance to draw a skill card, no matter what, Lin Ze has a good reason to fight.

After staying for more than an hour, and no suspicious traces were found, Lin Ze's figure once again bypassed a street corner, the street became much colder, and there seemed to be a gentle drizzle falling on the sky.

Lin Ze walked briskly in the drizzle, and the cold rain hit his face, making him shiver slightly.

His steps stopped suddenly, and the keen perception brought by the cultivation of the Divine Soul made his skin feel a chill at this time.

Unconsciously, there is no trace of Liao on this street, and even a little human voice no longer exists.

Lin Ze's face slowly became solemn, he raised his head, his eyes looked at the void in front of him, a faint light flickered, and there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in the air.

"The circle... ”

Lin Ze's palms clenched little by little, his dark eyes became extremely sharp, and then he raised his head and looked ahead, and a cold voice spread: "In Pingling County, dare to set up a magic circle to attack me, who else can there be besides you cultists?"

The whole street, still silent.

"Cultists are really rats, hiding their heads and tails to this extent?" Lin Ze sneered.

"On your body, there is the breath of the Raven God, and your hands have been stained with the blood of my Raven God Cultists for the past two days. A faint voice echoed through the streets.

At the moment when these words fell, several slight noises suddenly sounded in the dead alley.

More than a dozen arrows were deliberately sharpened to reduce the sound of breaking through the air, and the crossbow arrows were sprinkled from the roof with a terrible killing intent.

Lin Ze's face suddenly froze, his body quickly lowered, and he quickly flashed under the eaves on one side, and flashed all the arrows in this round very simply.

Ding Ding Ding... There was a dense explosion, and crossbow arrows jumped on the ground like broken dry thatch.

A jumble of footsteps followed.

In the alley behind him, a dozen or twenty figures flashed.

The back of these dozen or so figures all had cold light on them, but in their hands, they were all holding iron spears several feet long.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures also poured out of the alley in front of him, the same with sharp weapons on their backs, holding cold iron spears in their hands.

Lin Ze's face did not change.

But he took a deep breath, wiped his right hand, and drew his black sword.

Fighting such fanatical madmen as cultists cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness and softness.

If you can lay out the formation without you noticing, there must be a formation master with a high level of cultivation hidden behind it!

Lin Ze glanced at the long sword that was stronger than the darkness in the night, and began to run wildly.

His body instantly pressed against the eaves of the house, turning into a sharp flow of black wind.

At the entrance of the alley in front of him, the four or five people at the front saw his amazing speed and the cold glow of the long sword in his hand for the first time, these people didn't seem to expect that the young man they were going to kill had such strength, and their momentum weakened a little in an instant, but in the next moment, they still greeted him and made room for the people behind him.

Most of the more than ten sharp spears did not stab directly at Lin Ze's body, but stabbed around Lin Ze's body in a chaotic manner.

These criss-crossing spears were like the simplest rune arrays between heaven and earth, instantly splitting the area around Lin Ze into countless small pieces.

However, a small percentage of these people only felt a light in their hands.

The iron spears in their hands were cut off in an instant.

Most of the spears were still staggered, but in front of Lin Ze, there was always a straight passage.

His rapidly advancing body didn't pause at all!

In the darkness, a middle-aged man at the front suddenly let out a miserable howl.

Lin Ze's body rushed into his arms like a cannonball, and the black long sword in his hand instantly went in and out of his abdomen several times.

Scarlet blood spurted to the ground, and a miserable white sword light lit up.

One of the assassins at the man's side reacted, ignoring the middle-aged man, who was already bound to die, and swept straight forward with a sword.

However, there was a soft sound of snorting, as if a mess of weeds had formed a grassland in front of his eyes, and each weed was a cold sword light.

The man retreated in shock.

In front of him, the sword momentum of this advancing young man was extremely dense and complicated, and he felt that he could not stop the spread of the opponent's sword momentum at all, even if the opponent obviously only had one person and one sword in his hand.

It was at this moment that he suddenly felt cold in his wrists.

Only then did he realize that the soft sound of Fang Cai was from his wrist.

Then his eyes widened with horror, and he saw that the palm and wrist of his sword were detached. A splash of blood was spilled.

There was no emotional change in Lin Ze's eyes.

His body seemed to be squeezed as if it were squeezing past the side of the man with broken wrists, and the remnants of the black sword in his hand spread forward in countless messy thatch, sweeping through the abdomen of the two cultists in front of him.

Puff puff... Two waves of blood spurted in the bleak autumn wind.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"It's just ordinary swordsmanship... It's just that this boy uses it really well. ”

In an alley behind these cultists, who had fallen into terror, on the steps under one roof, sat two people.

The one who asked with a shocked face was a feminine man with a somewhat thin figure, his thin lips like a blade, glowing with coldness.

The man who answered his words was a masked man in black, who frowned slightly as he looked at the blood flowers and the shadow of the long sword that kept spreading out of the air, and then let out a sincere admiration.

Any swordsmanship, including the flying sword that can be barely used by sword cultivators after the fourth order, will have the most reasonable response to the sword momentum in the face of the opponent's various blades and attacks in different ways.

Picking, plucking, teasing, stabbing, chopping, dragging, shocking... A variety of sword moves composed of sword moves, practiced in ordinary times, in the face of attack, will naturally use the most reasonable move to deal with, the most effective to cause damage to the enemy, and do not hinder their next sword counterattack.

This boy has either been practicing basic swordsmanship day and night since he can walk, or he is a kendo genius.