In a life-and-death fight, the most taboo thing is to lose momentum.
Shen Yi's unremitting actions made it impossible for Jiao Mo to see where his limits were.
Not only that, the distance that the opponent carefully maintained was like a natural chasm in its eyes. It seemed that it was only a step away from attacking, but it was never able to cross it.
The dense scars left by Chen Qiankun on the Jiao Demon made it look like a piece of porcelain on the verge of breaking.
At this moment, under the continuous bombardment of the strong energy.
This old Ningdan monster that had lived for more than three thousand years had completely lost the power to resist, and finally couldn't help feeling a hint of fear in his heart.
This fear not only came from the fear that the Demon-Suppressing General would catch up, but most of it came from the young man in the distance.
This damn lieutenant wanted to blow him to pieces
!
No longer caring about Chen Qiankun, the Jiao Demon let out a loud cry, and was about to transform into his original form and fly away.
Even if it was to die! It would rather die under that demonic halberd!
A cowardly person in the Jade Liquid Realm is worthy of killing my Jiao Jun? !
"…"
Take in the demon's expression.
A hint of complexity flashed across Shen Yi's dark eyes, but he did not hesitate at all and drew out the straight sword from his waist.
The next moment, his body suddenly violently moved.
Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed a black light in the sky with a surging momentum!
The sharp blade pierced into the heart of the dragon demon.
The ten slender fingers with distinct joints tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, which was stained with the boiling dark red demon blood.
"You're looking for death!"
The dragon demon's claws suddenly blasted out, easily piercing through the young man's shoulders. The same hot blood plasma, with a little golden light, sprinkled on his fair face.
There was no determination in those clear eyes, but a hint of pain and a trace of fear, no different from those of ordinary people.
Are you afraid? Maybe a little.
To kill or not?
Shen Yi slowly loosened his hand holding the knife and clenched his fingers into a fist.
Cut the pulse and capture the dragon!
In the intense tearing pain, the hard fist peak slammed into the veins of the Jiao Demon at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye!
The black scales that had been burned countless times by the demon fire fell off, and countless veins were instantly sealed.
"Get out! Get out!"
The Jiao demon's arms were numb, and his claws were sunk into the opponent's flesh, unable to be pulled out no matter what.
It tried to push the other away in fear, but still couldn't do it.
Shen Yi even took another half step forward, allowing the scaly claws to sink into his body a little deeper.
"I can't sleep or eat unless you die."
With a voice as soft as a mosquito's, he grasped the black knife at the demon's heart again and pulled it out suddenly, splashing a wave of blood.
The torn black shirt fluttered, and the ceremonial sword wrapped in flowing blood cut down like a full moon.
Puff——
The ferocious dragon head rolled on the ground with a helpless look. Under half of its body, a bloodstain spread along the path to the end of the sight.
It was a journey of bloody wind and heavy rain, and countless times of raising hands.
[Killed the Jiao Demon in the Condensation Dan Realm, with a total lifespan of 5,240 years. The remaining lifespan is 1,970 years, which has been completely absorbed]
[Remaining demon lifespan: 3,264 years]
Shen Yi's hand holding the knife was shaking slightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to exhaustion or excitement.
His breathing became rapid, and a trace of fatigue slowly appeared on his face.
After adjusting his breathing a little, Shen Yi gritted his teeth and pulled out the two dragon claws that were deeply embedded in the flesh. The scales on the claws were sharp, like a circle of inverted hooks tearing out the flesh... It really hurt.
Half of the dragon's body fell to the ground with a bang.
Even after death, it did not reveal its original form. It must have taken a lot of effort to get ashore. No wonder it stayed in Qingzhou for more than a hundred years without being discovered. Shen Yi stepped on the other person and skillfully cut open his abdomen with a knife.
Just then, a sound of footsteps came from behind.
Shen Yi looked back and saw dozens of riders and horses quickly rushing towards this place, led by an extremely majestic demon horse with a blood-red body, following the bloodstains left by the dragon demon.
I was a little surprised.
How could such a large Qingfeng Sect be dealt with so quickly?
Riding a red horse, an old man wearing black armor and holding a solid iron halberd, looked down at the place from a high position.
Chen Qiankun looked at the young man covered in demon blood calmly, with no sign of joy or anger.
The other demon horses were all experienced generals. When they saw the scene clearly, surprise appeared in their eyes.
While he and his companions were still busy at Qingfeng Mountain, a lieutenant came over to hunt down a demon in the Condensed Dan Realm?
What was even more unbelievable was... looking at the half-lifeless corpse, he really killed the dignified Yangchun River Jiaojun?
Hong Lei, who was the last one to fall, jumped off his horse, glanced at Shen Yi with shock and helplessness, and came to Chen Qiankun and whispered something.
The old man waved his hand, looked at the young man again, tapped his chin and said, "Look at what I will do. Go ahead, take it."
Hearing this, Shen Yi continued to swing his sword, stretched out his hand to take out the glowing Jiao Dan, and put it into his waist. The whole movement was smooth and there was no pause at all.
"..." All the generals even held their breath for a moment.
Old Master Chen was slightly startled, and then a barely perceptible playful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He pulled the reins and turned slowly: "Give me the horse."
Hearing this, the general next to him was stunned for a moment, then quickly dismounted, led the demon horse and walked over quickly, handing the reins to Shen Yi.
"This dragon body must be sent to the court, but I cannot give it to you."
Chen Qiankun continued, "Take this horse back to the Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division Office for me, put on your cloak, and come to Linjiang County to find me when you have time and be my personal attendant."
When the old man said this, not only the other generals, but even Hong Lei was stunned for a moment.
He told the other party in person that Shen Yi had killed the thousand-year-old crocodile dragon and had committed suicide with his sword in anger. It was understandable that he was promoted to a minor general.
But becoming a close follower... those are two completely different concepts.
This means that the old man is willing to include him as his successor.
After he retires, he will have the opportunity to compete with other followers for the position of Demon-Suppressing General.
In addition, what is more cost-effective is that you only need to follow the general for a few years...not a temporary transfer like myself, but the kind that follows him day and night.
As long as nothing goes wrong.
General Chen would write a document, send it to the court, act as a guarantor for the other party, and get back a method of teaching the alchemy method. If the merits were great, it would not be a problem for him to visit the Martial Temple two or three times before his lifespan expired.
What could go wrong? The old man needed to stay in top form to intimidate the group of big monsters, so he rarely took action.
With his protection, even demons are rarely seen. I don't know how much more comfortable it is than the other officers in the Demon Suppression Division who are always fighting for life and death.
"It seems like this is the first time you've met him?"
The lieutenant general next to him suppressed his jealousy and spoke softly.
"Not really."
Chen Qiankun smiled again for some unknown reason, thinking of the portrait that the monster catcher had copied from a temple recently.
He was not a true martial immortal, but just a
martial artist with Dan-condensing abilities. He was in charge of more than 30 counties, more than 2,000 villages, and millions of people. He had to keep an eye on those Dan-condensing monsters all day long. He was unable to manage them all and therefore, there were countless mountain spirits and monsters who secretly built temples, but the one wearing the black shirt was the first one.
He is indeed a young and promising man.
The people who are trying to steal the incense have come to me. With such a temper, no wonder I am so skilled in trying to get the demon pill.
Earlier on the altar, every time Zhang Hengzhou cast his eyes outside, Chen Qiankun watched them quietly, including when the dragon fled and the black-shirted boy frowned and slowly retreated behind everyone.
Unfortunately, I had some important matters to attend to before and had no time to talk to him.
We'll talk about it slowly when we meet later.
(End of this chapter)