Destiny is ashes

Chapter 87: Killed with One Sword (210)

Of course, as the Demon Cult encroached on the borderland of Dachen, it brought all kinds of supplies from the outside world to the villages in the northwestern mountains.

By controlling the lifeline of resources and providing some benefits and conveniences from time to time to win the hearts of the people, the Demon Cult can obtain a steady supply of manpower and a stable logistics base within Dachen.

Outside the northwest of Dachen, their notoriety is far-reaching, but in the northwest mountains, they are fully capable of competing with Dachen in all aspects.

The shuttle broke through the air, shaking the atmosphere and emitting a subtle and regular humming sound.

Not long after, An Jing, who had been paying special attention to these subtle movements, looked towards the shuttle and said, "Here it comes!"

At this moment, Anjing was halfway up a hill.

He stood on a raised platform, looking far away at a black shadow in the distance.

That is the shuttle.

An Jing didn't run too far. After finding a suitable terrain, he stayed and began to prepare for a counterattack.

A sword case more than three feet long was set up on a protruding rock. The long-range sight locked onto the tiny figure on the distant shuttle. A faint light flashed in An Jing's eyes. It was the locking formation of the Chongming sword case that was overlapping with An Jing's field of vision, like a second pupil.

This is the so-called 're-brightness'.

The shuttles cut through the air, swept through the wind and clouds. In this deep mountain forest, they did not need to hide their momentum, nor were they afraid that An Jing would escape their control. In terms of strength, they definitely had a team that could completely suppress the inner strong martial artist.

They would never have thought that An Jing had no intention of escaping or hiding.

He wants to fight back.

"Captain, we have found the target. He is on the hillside of the mountain ahead, and seems to be waiting for us!"

On the shuttle, on the raised observation platform, a cultist operating a telescope reported the information he had seen.

"Oh?" Instructor Li was a little surprised under the observation platform: "Could it be that An Jing has figured it out? He has given up on escaping and is ready to surrender?"

This is somewhat incredible...

"We can't be careless." Xu Changjing shook his head. "He might have decided to fight to the death with us. The younger the guy, the more likely he is to fight to the death. We should be prepared."

Having said this, he and Instructor Li came to the front of the shuttle, ready to see what An Jing was intending to do with this unusual behavior.

Just at this time, the observer made another new discovery.

But this time, his tone was full of obvious doubt: "The target has something strange in his hand, it seems to be some kind of magic weapon?"

He said in confusion: "Strange, where did the target get the magic weapon..."

"Magical weapon?"

Instructor Li and Xu Changjing were both stunned when they heard this. They both frowned and felt something was wrong, but after all, they were still five or six miles away from Anjing, so they were not too nervous.

"Maybe it was obtained from the Red Armor Guards? Or maybe it was a life-saving weapon taken from the manor's storage room?"

Instructor Li guessed, while Xu Changjing still stared at An Jing's position, and then suddenly his pupils contracted: "No!"

He took a step back, completely hiding himself in a blind spot, and then shouted: "Turn! Get up into the air and dodge!"

"That magical weapon is very dangerous..."

But it was too late.

In An Jing's field of vision, Xu Changjing and Instructor Li only showed their heads.

They are indeed very vigilant and very cautious.

But not careful enough.

Click, click, click. The external telescope and the locking array built into the sword case core overlapped at this moment, and the light white array locked onto the head of the white-robed scholar.

Powerful spiritual energy was output from the spiritual furnace, flowing on the acceleration track of the Chongming Sword Box, turning into crackling blue-green electric sparks. He pulled the trigger.

emission.

hum-

The white sword light shot out, bringing with it a sharp scream, like the morning light emerging from the horizon at dawn, drawing a light white curved trajectory.

At this moment, Xu Changjing, who was unable to dodge and had already sensed the sign of death in his heart, already knew his fate.

——It’s actually true… Don’t say I didn’t warn you, haha!
His heart was like lightning, but he smiled calmly: "Sure enough, this boy An Jing is definitely not an ordinary person!"

"His threat was actually quite frank."

“Fortunately…”

With a flash of light, the flying sword hit its target.

The man and his life instrument were shattered together.

"What kind of magical weapon is this!?"

When the sword box was launched, Instructor Li was extremely shocked. He drew his sword from his waist and even raised a piece of railing template as a long shield.

He retreated one step slower than Xu Changjing, so he saw the magic weapon in An Jing's hand emit a dazzling blue-green electric light. At that moment, Instructor Li felt that his life was in danger. That was the power of a full-strength attack from the inner energy like a tide, the result of compression and compression.

Even if he wanted to block it, he had to prepare in advance, concentrate and calm his mind for dozens of seconds, and then he could grasp the tiny moment of energy, burst out all his strength, and use his strongest attack to block the attack of the magic weapon!
Even if one is strong, if he is not careful, he can be seriously injured or even killed!

"Old Xu, you..."

Turning his head, Instructor Li, who was still a little frightened, was planning to back down. Xu Changjing's previous worries were correct. They might have underestimated An Jing. If they really wanted to catch him, their team was not enough. They had to wait for a martial arts master like Manager Zhang to ensure the completion of the task.

However, Instructor Li did not see Xu Changjing.

He then realized that his body and the right side of his armor were covered in blood.

Blood was dripping, and half of the upper body was gone, leaving only the torso below the waist still standing on the deck.

Under the extremely horrified gaze of Instructor Li and the gust of wind from the flying shuttle rising into the air, the corpse fell backwards, stirring up a cloud of blood mist.

"Old Xu——"

The scream that started in the air did not affect An Jing on the ground at all. At this moment, he was packing up his sword box as quickly as possible and then starting his escape journey again.

And this time, no one will be able to track him through magical powers.

"The white-robed scribe... I don't know his name yet."

An Jing felt a little regretful. If he knew the other person's name, he would definitely remember it in his heart and use it as a footnote to his life in Xuanming Manor.

But An Jing also knew that this would not end so easily.

The Demon Cult will never give up the idea of ​​bringing him back, and the next time the Demon Cult goes out again, it will definitely not be a hasty and simple team like the one they are now.

Not only the Demon Cult, but also Dachen and Tianmo are probably looking for his whereabouts - this battle with the Demon Cult will inevitably attract their attention.

But it doesn't matter.

The next time, when the many forces of Huaixu Realm planned to attack him, An Jing would definitely get more power from Tianyuan Realm and Sword Spirit.

This is true whether it is better equipment, more resources for practice, or brand new spells and martial arts.

An Jing may not win this race, but he won't lose either!
The cold wind of late autumn and early winter blew over, and An Jing's figure disappeared among the vast mountains in the northwest.

(End of this chapter)