Volume 10 Chapter 42

A rain fell quietly in Qingyuan City.

The rain is very cold and intermittent. However, since it is rain, not snow, it indicates that the winter of the Yunqin empire is about to pass.

Lin Xi's feeling of numbness and itch like countless ants crawling in his body has disappeared a lot in the past few days, but his feeling of numbness and itch comes from his body's dark disease. In biluoling, his bones and body's flesh and blood don't know how much has broken. Although in qingluan college, regardless of the cost of the panacea and Tang Yuren, I'm afraid they are the most powerful doctors in the world After half a year of almost vegetative life, the flesh and bones in his body finally grew well and could bear some of his violent activities, but the flesh and bones that had been reconnected at the original fracture of the flesh and bones were new. At this time, it's like the new flesh and bones in his body, merging with his body, and the new bone becomes "old bone". So in this rainy day of climate change, the tingling feeling in his body is clearer and more painful than in the previous days.

However, this kind of numbness and itching makes Lin Xi feel a little bit excited, even eager to fight with others.

After all, he is a practitioner, and he is a strong practitioner who has already crossed the level of national scholar.

If you want to kill Wen Ren cangyue and his powerful subordinates, you have to fight to make yourself stronger.

Although he had a fight with Su Zhongwen before, it was only a breath or two. He just tried Su Zhongwen's fighting power. He was not really a real hand at all.

This kind of fight without a hearty and incisive hand, on the contrary, is like a Kindler, which ignites his uncontrollable desire to fight with others.

He is now waiting for an opponent who can let him give a hearty shot, the "painter" who will come for Chen feirong.

He can be sure that the "painter" will come tonight.

Because he and Chen feirong moved to "Liuyuan", a secluded courtyard purchased by dashengao in Qingyuan City, and Chen feirong left only a few servants in the garden for the reason that she liked it. It's far away from the garrison of some towns, which is the best time to start.

Although this "painter" was forced by practice and life to change to a business of secretly killing people, Lin Xi knew that he hadn't done anything he liked for many years. Once he wanted to do it, whether he was forced to do it or wanted to do it himself, the wildfire in his heart must be very fierce. With an excellent mobile phone meeting, he couldn't help waiting for another day or two 。

The cold rain, beating on the eaves and plantains in the courtyard, makes a quiet sound.

Lin Xi closed his eyes, like sleeping, quietly feeling.

In the deep lane in the distance, there seems to be a faint barking of dogs.

Suddenly, Lin Xi opened his eyes, and his figure moved like a arrow shot from a strong bow. When he arrived at the door, his hand fell on the door, but he pushed the door open silently. In the next breath, he had fallen into the black brick corridor outside the door.

Across a full moon like doorway, under a rain corridor on the opposite side, stood a visitor dressed in brown, with no facial features on his face, but the color was very mottled, but with a mask painted with oil paint at will.

"Friend, who are you? It's not a good thing to come here without asking."

Lin Xi naturally knows who is here, but he is slightly holding his hands together, like a humble disciple practitioner, calmly looking at each other and asking.

The other side didn't act immediately, looked at Lin Xi, and made a voice with a little praise, "I can't think of such a small place There will be masters like you who can feel my coming. "

"What is it?" Chen feirong's voice sounded in a wing room of the courtyard where Lin Xi was. It seemed that she was dressing.

"Friend, no matter who you are, this is a private house. We don't want to get into trouble. If you leave, we won't pursue you. " Lin Xi said in a deep voice.

"There are beauties like jade that I can't see with my own eyes. How can I run for nothing on such a cold and rainy night?"

When the painter in brown heard Chen feirong's voice, he smiled a little. As soon as the laughter started, his tiptoe was on the ground, and he had swept straight to Lin Xi.

Between him and Lin Xi, there are two banana trees with luxuriant branches and leaves in the rainy Ming hall. However, the majestic breath and strong wind sent out by him make all the raindrops close to him fly, making the leaves of banana trees fly to both sides automatically, breaking.

In a breath, he passed through a courtyard, through the full moon gate hole, approaching Linxi.

In the face of the fierce trend of the painter, Lin Xi finally breathed out the dryness and desire that had been accumulating in his body for a long time. At the same time, he didn't retreat but entered. Two powerful soul forces gushed out from his feet, which made his whole person meet the painter with a posture of flying forward obliquely.

In an instant, Lin Xi had flown to the body of the brown colored painters. The cotton shirt on his right arm made a loud noise. Every muscle on his arm burst out with amazing power. He pulled out a long sword between the lightning stones and lifted it to the throat of the painters.

This sword, like the spring thunder light coming ahead of time, is speechless and swift.

However, in the face of such a sword, the painter's eyes flashed a smirk of disdain. His right hand seemed to shrink back, but under his wrist, there was a knife light.

A light brown short knife, with the potential of backhand killing, chopped at Lin Xi's wrist holding the sword.

The speed of the sword light is far faster than Lin Xi's lightning like sword light, just like Lin Xi's wrist came up to cut him.

But at this time, the air in front of Lin Xi seems to be a strong shock, and Lin Xi's body is a fierce meal in the air. His knife, however, lost its discretion and cut off the air in an instant!

At this time, Lin Xi looks up.

His madness, all the negative emotions that he repressed, and his strong sense of killing seemed to gush out of his eyes at this moment, and turned into a sword.

His right shoulder cotton padded jacket hissed a crack, and the soul force erupted in an instant made his whole right arm seem to grow abruptly, and he flung it forward violently. He had already become some of the endless sword power because of the pause of his body, but it became more rapid, cutting to the painter's eyes.

This is the real hearty sword of Lin Xi, absolutely!

The painter's eyes also flashed an incredible look of shock.

He was not shocked by Lin Xi's accomplishments and the ability to control the soul power, but by the speed of its use.

As long as there are too many battles, it is possible to use the soul power skillfully. But in such a short time, the soul power can be used so fast in the body, which is impossible.

Even with his cultivation beyond the first level, it is impossible to do it at all.

This is against the spiritual power and body of the practitioner.

In the extreme shock, the painter's left hand flew up.

These are two fingers that are well maintained, like white jade. It seems that they want to hold Lin Xi's sword. But just as these two fingers are stretched out, a mighty and extreme breath has come out of these two fingers.

A huge force, like a fire, was burning from his fingertips.

"Boom!"

The space between him and Lin Xi was shocked once again. The power from his body formed the shape of a Red Flamingo in an instant, which hit the long sword in Lin Xi's hand.

In such a short period of time, Lin Xi's hands were covered with blood, and the sword flew out of his hands.

The huge power overflowed, so that his body was completely stopped in the air, and his cotton padded clothes and strips were split, which made him fly backward.

Zhang Lingyun had no mistake about the strength of the "painter". The painter is indeed a practitioner who is close to the peak of the grand master and has successfully melted his soul.

The reason why there are so many equal level divisions among practitioners is that there are huge differences in the strength of each level.

The spiritual strength of the physical strength of the practitioners at the master level of a great country is still too much stronger than that of the practitioners at the master level of a country. Just the sharp explosion of the spiritual strength in the body, which is transformed into a powerful force, is enough to shake the practitioners at the master level of a country out.

Moreover, this is only a practitioner of the great master level. If the practitioner of the holy master level gives full play to his soul power, ordinary practitioners can't get close to him at all. If they look at each other, they will be blown into a mess of scum.

In the face of overwhelming force, all skills are vain.

In the concept of the world of practitioners, it is absolutely impossible for the first level practitioners to challenge those who are close to the peak of the master level of a great country.

After all, Qingyuan City is only a small city. Before the whole Qingyuan City, I'm afraid there were no practitioners of the great master level, so Zhang Lingyun had absolute assurance, so painters dare to do such things.

……

The knife in the painter's hand goes on, stabbing Lin Xi's belly.

Although Lin Xi's attack was completely disintegrated with absolute strength, the strength of the other side's performance made the painter a little nervous. According to the previous news to him, the shopkeeper of Dade Xiang in the room is also a practitioner. If he is also such a strong man, the two will threaten him if they join hands, so he must solve the problem immediately Drop.

In the perception of the two practitioners, the world is relatively slow at the moment. Lin Xi is starting to fly backward. His left hand, however, is still pressing the wrist holding the knife to the painter's right hand, to stop the knife.

The painter did not change the knife position.

Because he thought that Lin Xi's soul power was very strange. This knife just wanted to hurt Lin Xi, not kill him directly. In his view, even if the wrist and Lin Xi's hand intersect, his strength is enough to hurt Lin Xi.

However, at this time, the war situation, which was originally strong and weak because of the difference in absolute strength, has undergone extremely subtle and weird changes.

The painter felt that the soul power in Lin Xi's body erupted again at an extremely amazing speed.

A rapid soul force gushed out of Lin Xi's hand. In the time when he could not respond at all, it turned into a golden lightning and hit his hand.

The painter's eyes widened unbelievably, and his intense burning and numbness even made his soul power call pause at the moment. However, the blank shock and numbness of his brain did not stop, he saw,