spirit walker

Chapter 668
"Of course the deacon who saved you."

After Zhang Yuanqing finished his sentence, he suddenly charged, holding a sword, rushed across the street, passed through the gang members, and ran towards the apartment building.

To save the deacon?Cao Qianxiu and the members of the sixth group looked at each other, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.

What kind of fun is a second-level scout joining in on? In the battle of the saint stage, any skill can instantly kill Chaofan.

"This guy doesn't want to show off in front of everyone, is he stupid? The deacon of the Yellow Wind Monster has not been able to break the restriction. What's the use of him going, it's even more embarrassing." The doctor Lin Shengshou was very impressed with this new member discount.

The others didn't speak, but they had similar expressions and psychology.

Only Cao Qianxiu frowned and remained silent, thinking of what the young tenant in the sugar shop said for no reason.

How did he know that the deacon was in danger? Cao Qianxiu suddenly felt hopeful.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had passed the members of the Anti-Black and White Alliance, and ran wildly on the wall at a ninety-degree angle under the eyes of everyone who was puzzled and astonished.

With the aid of the air-conditioning unit and window sills, the first floor goes up in a vigorous and elegant way.

"Oh, what is he doing? Performing parkour."

"Who is this guy? Where did he come from? I haven't seen him before."

"Is that member's friend? Unrelated personnel leave the scene quickly. If there are casualties, we will not be responsible. Damn, he is approaching the battlefield, holding his broken sword."

The spiritual realm walkers below shouted, as if they had found an outlet to vent the disappointment accumulated in their hearts.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already half-climbed and half-runned to the sixth floor, stepped on the air conditioner, jumped up, crossed the seventh floor, and hung outside the window on the eighth floor that was flickering with thunder.

Floating in the air, he bowed his body, accumulated energy, and suddenly cut out the bronze sword.

A bright arc-shaped sword energy swept out of the sword body, and cut through the membrane covering the bedroom. With a "poof", the indestructible sealing power collapsed under the astonished gaze of everyone.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was falling, grabbed the air conditioner, exerted a little force, smashed through the glass, and jumped into the bedroom.

Downstairs in the apartment, there was silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, including the serious self-improvement and fair Judge Cao.

The restriction that even Galewinds could not break was broken by a strange Spiritual Realm Walker with such an easy sword strike.

Who is he?
This reversal caught the members of the Anti-Black and White Alliance off guard, but the surprise and excitement that surged immediately overwhelmed the daze and doubt.

Exciting cheers erupted, and the hanging hearts of all the gang members finally let go at this moment.

Without the restriction, Deacon Fengshen can escape the crisis.

"He, how did he do it? He's only a second-level scout." Snow White covered her mouth, surprised and excited.

Cao Qianxiu took a deep breath, and looked at her like a fool: "At this moment, I still believe that he is a second-level scout, it is a problem of IQ."

The other members of the six groups nodded silently.

In the messy bedroom covered with pieces of furniture and paper, Zhang Yuanqing looked around coldly, and saw a young man standing against the wall with a lightning whip in his hand. He was wearing a nano-combat suit and had handsome curly hair.

This young man with an outstanding appearance was in a trance due to excessive blood loss. Blood poured into his chest, and there were bloody wounds all over his abdomen, neck, and thighs.

The weak wind wall blocked him, blocking countless bullets and dagger attacks for him.

On the other side of the bedroom is a bald middle-aged man, dragging a glass cover in his hand, wearing rattan armor, and holding a pistol.

Beside him, a dagger was floating.

In Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, that spiritual body had nothing to hide. It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, an oriental face, and facial features that looked like people from North China.

One is possessed, the other is out of the body, I can swallow two in one bite Zhang Yuanqing saw Fengshen's Wing was about to swing the lightning whip at him, and immediately said:
"I'm a newly recruited swordsman from the Anti-Black and White Alliance. I rescued you."

The deacon of Fengshen, who was in a trance, paused in the gesture of waving his whip, and a light burst out from his dim eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of life liquid and threw it over, not forgetting to tell: "Inject half a tube, not too much."

I feel bad for more.

After Fengshen Zhiyi took over, Zhang Yuanqing flipped his wrist and swung his sword energy towards the bald man.

He had borrowed this prop from Fu Qingyang's gang warehouse in advance. Its only function was to wield a sword energy comparable to that of a level 5 swordsman. For a level 5 swordsman, this prop was like a chicken rib.

But it's fitting that he borrowed to play the swordsman.

"puff!"

The sword energy swept across the neck of the bald middle-aged man, and was blocked by the green light propped up by the vines, but in the next second, the green light collapsed, and the head rolled down. There are deep sword marks.

Fountains of blood gushed from the empty neck and splashed across the ceiling.

The headless corpse fell back on the ground, two star lights lit up, and then disappeared.

The two star officials withdrew and did not try to hunt Fengshen's Wing again. It may be that they did not want to entangle after completing the task, or they may be afraid of the swordsman who is in the realm of saints.

After all, the swordsman's shock can restrain evil spirits and spirits.

Fengshen Zhiyi was in a hurry, threw the remaining half tube of golden liquid back to Zhang Yuanqing, clutched his still healing chest, jumped out of the window, and said:

"Don't let them run away, run after them!"

"What are you chasing?" Zhang Yuan said calmly, "Can you see the spirit body? Or can you see through the night tour? Deacon Fengshen Zhiyi, you are lucky to be able to save your life. If I were you, I would cultivate in place and continue to fight to the end .”

Fengshen Zhiyi leaned against the wall, opened his mouth unwillingly, and finally slipped against the wall and sat slumped.

Two starlights kept flickering in the house, and soon left Chinatown.

At night, Xinyue County is bright and bright, with colorful neon lights, a constant flow of vehicles, and two spirit bodies flying at low altitude, getting farther and farther away from Chinatown.

At this moment, there was a strong wind in front of him, and a figure came from the night.

It was a young man with mediocre features, wearing a cheap T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of blue half-fingered gloves.

Wind Mage?God punished inspectors?
The two star officials looked at each other, silently avoided the oncoming wind mage, and tried to leave quietly.

Suddenly, the young man with mediocre facial features turned his head and stared straight at the two star officials, with dark and viscous energy flooding from his eyes, he said with a smile: "You two, it's been a long time."

A night tour god of the same profession?No, this aura is the sudden shock of the two star officials. In front of the star officials of the same profession, they are in the state of spirit bodies, which means they have cut off their arms. There is no second possibility except to escape.

Immediately, he will use the star escape technique to escape.

Before the starlight rose, the young man with ordinary facial features raised his head and let out a scream.

Mental blow.

The consciousness of the two star officials "boomed" into thousands of fragments and they lost consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing took a breath, and two unconscious spirit bodies poured into his mouth like green smoke.

Chaotic memory fragments surged in, and the memories of the two flashed like a lantern.

He saw the training ground built in the tropical rainforest, and saw a group of children repeating cruel training every day under the force of armed mercenaries.

Seeing that two children stood out and successfully obtained the role card of Night Tour God.

I saw them complete one assassination mission after another under the arrangement of the organization.

These memories are fragmented and messy, like yellowed photos, recording the life of the two star officials.

Between the scenes, the two star officials returned to the tropical rainforest training camp and met the instructor who would never age.

"The organization has been looking for the key for a century, and finally has a clue. The target person is in Chinatown, New York County. He has no physical characteristics and no identity information. After you two go to Chinatown, someone will connect with you."

"Remember the characteristics of the target person, age 40-45, single-parent family, mother has contact with gangsters, or once worked in a disgraceful job, suddenly rich."

"After you find the target person, kill Wen Ling directly. Don't make unnecessary moves. After Wen Ling, you will naturally know what the organization is looking for."

The screens alternated again. This time, Zhang Yuanqing saw a burly man with thick sword eyebrows and a square face. There was a reckless domineering look between his brows.

Holding a fan-shaped copper block in his hand, the burly man said with a loud and low tone:

"Before my father died, I gave this thing to my illegitimate son. Now, I also want to pass it on to my illegitimate son. Little boy, you are my seed, you take care of it.

"Keep it with your life, understand."

"Dad, what is this?" The boy's voice was immature and full of curiosity.

"This is the Pope's relic, something that our family has guarded for generations. But remember three points, one: don't give it to foreign devils. Two: don't give it to trash. Three: don't give it to bad people."

"I will protect him."

The scenes alternated again, and Zhang Yuanqing saw the bald middle-aged man, who was not bald at this time, sitting in an office, opposite an office worker in a suit and leather shoes.

A sign on the chest of an office worker reads: Will George, Relationship Manager, Legg Mason Bank.

"Mr. Zhang, your safe number is 0042, please enter your password and fingerprint, and I will take you for an iris recognition later."

The screen ends here.

Zhang Yuanqing squeezed the center of his brows, and calmed down the insanity and mild pollution caused by swallowing the two star officials.

"The power of Taiyin has become stronger, tsk tsk, devouring spirit bodies of the same level is indeed the best way to increase the power of Taiyin."

"What forces do those two star officials belong to? I seem to have seen a similar training camp before, er, the training camp for Dark Night Rose to train spiritual walkers? Then these two star officials are the informants of Dark Night Rose."

"The Pope's relics can make two star officials travel thousands of miles to New York County to find them. It should be the Holy See more than a century ago. But how can the Pope's relics be kept by a family of yellow race?"

"Hey, I just want to do a task and accumulate points, why did this happen to me?"

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and came up with an idea, "Let Ontology inform President Doubi, he may know about the Pope's relics. Well, the role of joining the Anti-Black and White Alliance has been reflected, and I can also inquire about it from this organization.

He realized that the Pope's relics could be extraordinary.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)