The world of Taoism

Chapter 94 Demon Sword (for collection recommendation)

Chi Yetian Demon King killed a person lightly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

He took steps, walked slowly to the tree, and pulled out the long knife.

The knife is two and a half feet long, with a trace of ice cracks on the blade, which is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the red mask of Chi Yetian Demon King and a pair of cold eyes.

Chi Yetian Demon King put the knife across his knee, and gently wiped the dust on it with a piece of cloth.

In fact, this knife does not need to be wiped.

Whenever the murderous intent is born, the blade will ooze water mist, just like "spring rain".

So this knife was named Chunyu.

The Chunyu Knife was originally an ordinary knife with exquisite craftsmanship and clever techniques, but it is far from being called a magic weapon.

What really makes this knife have such a unique ability is actually human life.

This knife has been passed down for hundreds of years and passed down in the hands of various masters.

Killed an unknown number of people, drank blood from the blade, and finally became like this.

"The Han people came to the news again, saying that we will attack Fubo County in a few days, and the wealth and women will be divided five to five." One of the men suddenly stood up and said.

"This time we are still in the lead, and the others are in ambush. All the supplies are in charge of the Han people, and they will also provide information about the army."

"Han people still like fighting among themselves so much."

Chi Yetian Demon King sneered, stood up from the ground, and paced back and forth.

It is not easy for fifty people to defeat more than 1000 Qi troops.

However, with the help of the bandits and the Han people, plus the news in advance, they only need to ambush the officers and soldiers on the way to have a miraculous effect.

"Master Demon King, shall we do what the Han people say?" the subordinate asked.

"No need! Why do you listen to the Han people? Since when did my warriors from the Rakshasa country look at the faces of the Han people?"

The figure of Chiyetian Demon King blended into the night, hazy, like an evil ghost.

"The Han people are arrogant and conceited. They look down on the people of our Raksha country. They think they are smart and treat us as barbarians. They think they can control us by doing so?" Chi Yetian Demon King laughed.

The Han people do not know until now that they are not ordinary people, but Rakshasa warriors.

Raksha warriors are a group of people who practice martial arts. Martial arts is not the martial art of Qi, but a kind of magic.

A path of cultivation through a certain method of cultivation, or taking a certain kind of medicine.

Almost every one of these people led by Chiyetian Demon King has the strength of one against ten, and the total of fifty people is 500 people.

Ordinary armies can't deal with them at all.

Most of Qi's army is government soldiers, who usually work in agriculture, and take up swords and guns to go out with the army in battle, so they don't have much combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the upper echelon of Qi's army was corrupt, there was a constant stream of incidents of empty pay and oppression of government soldiers, and the army's combat effectiveness became weaker.

As long as they are a little bit more vicious, and kill one tenth of the people with lightning speed, this group of people will be defeated on the spot.

Da da da……

A series of hoofbeats attracted everyone's attention.

The Chiye Demon King stared at the direction of the sound of hooves.

A black horse sprang out of the black mist.

The horse is so tall that one can't help but give a thumbs up.

On the black horse sat a majestic knight.

The knight's eyes were firm, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, staring at everyone closely.

"Who is here!" Chi Yetian Demon King spoke Chinese with a strange accent.

"Inspecting the school captain, Fu Jian, here to take the heads of you and others."

Fu Jian drew out his long sword, pointed at the crowd, and said with a smile: "You are the Japanese pirates of the Raksha Kingdom? You are really short and vulgar."

This group of people is as short as children, and only the person in the middle can see through.

It is said that the people of the Raksha Kingdom love to wear exaggerated armor, probably to make up for the height gap.

"Han people, you should call me a Raksha warrior." Chi Yetian Demon King frowned and said.

The Han people are tall and cowardly.

The people of the Raksha Kingdom are short in stature, but they are all big men who stand upright.

"Okay! Japanese pirates!"

Fu Jian let out a long laugh, and the sword came out of its sheath, with a snow-white sword light, like a crescent moon, slashing down towards everyone.

Fu Jian practiced Marshal Baihu's technique of supporting the spirit, not only when Marshal Baihu was on his upper body, he had the power of the white tiger.

In normal times, the speed and strength of tigers are far beyond ordinary people.

A Rakshasa warrior held a knife in both hands, screaming like a tiger and leopard, and went up to him.

Click!

The long sword is sharp and cuts off the Rakshasa scimitar directly.

Then it was cut directly from the top of the Rakshasa warrior's head to his chest, almost splitting his whole body in half.

thump!
The Rakshasa warrior fell to the ground, his brains mixed with blood, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Beautiful! I didn't expect Qi to have such a strong man."

Seeing the death of his subordinates, instead of being angry, Chiyetian Demon King was a little excited.

The Chiyetian Demon King pulled out the spring rain, and his whole body turned into a scarlet light, and rushed towards the talisman sword.

In just a few seconds, the two fought for more than ten rounds.

The rest of the Rakshasa warriors did not dare to get close to the fighting range of the two, for fear of affecting themselves.

boom!
When the swords intersected, a ball of sparks burst out, and the two of them took a few steps back.

"What a weird knife!"

Fu Jian was secretly shocked, this person was very powerful, the knife in his hand seemed to have a strange power, which made Fu Jian feel very dangerous.

Fu Jian had a hunch in his heart that once a wound was cut by this knife, the consequences would be disastrous.

The mask of Chiyetian Demon King let out a dull laugh: "You are not like a Han Chinese, but like us Rakshasa warriors. Very good, you are a respectable opponent."

The rune sword didn't answer, while avoiding the attack of the Chiyetian demon king, he scratched his finger and drew a spell on his hand.

Roar!
The tiger roared in the forest, and the talisman sword landed on all fours, with the look of a tiger.

The talisman sword flew forward and slammed into Chi Yetian Demon King fiercely, and Chi Yetian Demon King was knocked flying more than ten meters away.

Chi Yetian Demon King sat on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

Gollum...

A sound of boiling came, and Chunyu knife oozes out a faint blood mist, wrapping the body of Chiyetian Demon King.

Seeing this, the talisman sword launched an attack, and the surrounding Rakshasa warriors swarmed up.

After Fu Jian killed five or six people, Chi Yetian Demon King slowly stood up.

Crimson rays of light shot out from the two openings of the crimson mask, and the two white demonic horns on the top of the head were facing the sky. A faint blood mist enveloped his body, and his figure was three meters tall, like a crimson yaksha evil spirit descending.

Chi Yetian Demon King didn't say a word, dragging the spring rain, every time he took a step, the ground shook.

At the same time, Rakshasa warriors besieged.

.........

The next day, the Zhou family.

In the inner hall, Zhou Xuan sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky, and silently recited scriptures in his heart.

The bridge in my mind seemed to be a few minutes stronger.

Usually Zhou Xuan would not only comprehend spells, but also copy scriptures to understand their meaning.

The lightning strike technique is realized from it.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, and a blue light flashed in them.

The light flickered away, and the eyes returned to normal.

The move just now was the Lightning Strike Technique.

Mobilize the qi of the internal organs and send it out from the eyes, which can deter others.

And the qi of the internal organs is consumed very little.

The deterrent effect on others is very good.

If a person with a weak mind is hit by the lightning strike technique, he may be scared to death on the spot.

If you cultivate to a high level, you may be able to kill people with your eyes.

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