The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 47 On the three-footed sword, the world is clear and bright! (Thanks to the [-] starting coins of the cat repair immortal)

The effective range of the spell for the death-defending method is not long.

At least the old Taoist's current Taoism is still within ten miles.

Especially when Zhang Yue ripped off his arm, the bloody smell could not be concealed for a while.

Wei Yuan held the sword and chased after him under the influence of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman. He stepped on the breeze, and his speed was extremely fast. In the current state, the enhanced perception of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman was extremely sharp, and just when he was almost catching up. At that time, he suddenly received a call from the special operations team.

"Master Wei, have you found the Taoist priest?"

"If you find it, escort him back."

"This kind of evil magician needs to be handed over to the Tianshi Mansion, and sentencing and convicted together with the judicial department of Dahua's Criminal Department. Although the crime is extremely heinous, the judicial process must still go through. There is no way, he is human after all... "

Wei Yuan paused in footsteps, his face was flat, and said, "Well."

Hang up the phone and put it on the stone next to it.

Wei Yuan walked into this desolate place on the outskirts of Quan City, leaning on a small mountain, and there were villages, but they had long since been abandoned. Come, the old Taoist priest whose arm was torn off was sitting on a stone, his face was pale, but when he looked at Wei Yuan, he was calm and grinned.

"The little guy is a step late, is it the last ride to send that demon?"

"I don't have a bad heart, but unfortunately, I have already surrendered to the crime."

"Choosing a day to go to court is a matter of life or death, and at least you have to stay in it for the rest of your life, but at this time, you, a monk of the right way, have to protect the safety of the old way, take care of food and drink, and serve you with delicious food. "

Wei Yuan's voice was cold, and he hummed.

He slowly returned the long sword to its sheath and walked slowly forward.

As he approached, the old Taoist noticed something was wrong and emphasized: "I have surrendered myself."

"According to the law, you can't do anything to me."

"Ah."

Wei Yuan still answered without any hesitation.

After a long battle, he knew something was wrong, his face changed suddenly, he grabbed a mobile phone with his right hand, and was about to press the alarm button, when he heard a gunshot, and his skinny palm and mobile phone were shot by firearms specially aimed at ghosts. Dong Chuan, the old Taoist screamed and fell to the ground, his face pale and his body trembling.

Wei Yuan raised the gun:

"Unfortunately, I'm not a member of the action team."

The old Taoist looked pale, and planned to take the last move, go to prison and think about it, but he didn't expect this, seeing Wei Yuan's murderous aura in front of him, he hurriedly said: "You stop, the world of spiritual energy, except for you and me, but There are also the eyes and ears of other mountain spirits and monsters, and as long as they are asked at that time, their actions cannot be concealed."

"You are still young, there is no need to die with the old man!"

In order to survive, he coughed up blood, slapped the ground heavily, and said angrily:

"Earth, sprites, come quickly, come quickly!"

Called land, but harmless spirits.

Wei Yuan really felt a pair of eyes around him.

It is those spirits that existed in ancient times, the spirit of things, and slowly awakened after the aura recovered.

There is no way to harm people, but it is also difficult to kill.

Those who are virtuous can invite inquiries.

The old Taoist was panting, his face like golden paper.

Before he could speak, Wei Yuan pulled the trigger again, and the armor-piercing bullet directly pierced the right knee of the old Taoist priest. He screamed again, and then fired another shot, pierced his right leg, and raised the muzzle slightly. Once he locked his eyebrows, the old Taoist roared.

The armor-piercing projectile was fired, but it only penetrated into a scarecrow, which was another way to die.

But this time the old Taoist's body appeared not far away, panting rapidly.

The invisible mountain spirits around stared at this scene.

Lao Dao said angrily: "I am dead, don't think about it!"

"Who are you and which faction are you from?! Do you still know the rules?!"

The mountain spirits and monsters seem to be whispering to each other.

Several of them seemed to come out to persuade Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan put away the empty firearms, then took out the waist badge of the Crouching Tiger and hung it by his waist.

There was a roar of tigers in the air.

The atmosphere of the deserted village that seemed to contain many 'people' just now froze.

Wei Yuan's face was flat, and he raised his hand and drew his sword.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard was icy as if stepping out of a dim historical memory, making the hands and feet of this mountain-covered resurrection spirit cold.

"Lieutenant Sili is handling the case, please don't disturb the idlers."

………………

A moment of silence.

Then in the blink of an eye, the whole mountain of spirits and monsters dispersed neatly.

The ground is drilled directly into the ground.

Feng Jing leaned on Feng Jian'er and ran to the horizon.

"...Ancient Crouching Tiger?"

The old Taoist priest's face was already pale, Wei Yuan exhaled and exerted his strength, his left hand broke the sword, and his right hand was clenched tightly, and he violently attacked and killed. The broken sword tore, and his energy was cold, and he directly chopped off a ferocious wound on the demon Taoist's arm.

The eight-faced Han sword in his right hand followed closely, like a dragon, pierced through his left shoulder and pierced through his bones.

The old Taoist raised his hand to hold the blade and said angrily:

"Lang Lang Qiankun, you want to kill me for a demon?!"

Wei Yuan's face was calm, and the broken sword in his left hand slashed heavily, smashing through a layer of black cloud and inlaying it into Lao Dao's shoulder.

"He's not a monster."

Blood splattered.

Raise your arms, stagger your swords, and madly attack and kill in the way of Xuanyuan Sword Art and battlefield swordsmanship.

The old Taoist was originally cultivating supernatural powers, not like Wei Yuan's way of slaying demons and eliminating demons. In addition, he was injured and was broken by thunder. He watched his life-saving methods continue to be destroyed by Wei Yuan's swordsmanship. Chopping, fear gradually appeared in my heart, the last sword was chopped down, the sound of tiger roar exploded, and the last scarecrow for death was chopped to pieces.

The old Taoist turned pale, and while retreating, he repeatedly begged for mercy.

"I... you stop, I know I'm wrong."

"I was forced too. If you let me go, I will definitely die in prison for the rest of my life, isn't that enough?!"

"I will give you all the Taoism and magic of our lineage, and I will give it to you."

Wei Yuan didn't answer, and the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

The double swords slaughtered wildly, and the swordsmanship was powerful, smashing all the talismans and spells on the old Taoist priest.

He remembered the words of Colonel Sili in the picture taken by Yuelu.

Slaying demons and removing demons requires no mercy.

I am waiting for the three-footed sword, and this is the Qingming in this world!

Who is the monster? !
The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand held the old Taoist priest's right arm, and the left hand broke the sword and held it back, slashing through his throat, tearing the magic spell protection, and a burst of blood flowed out. Leaving tears, he fell to the ground with a plop, opened his mouth, and seemed to be a person's nickname.

Wei Yuan put the long sword on his side waist.

On the waist card, the feathers of Jin Yu bird emerged.

Maximize your magic power.

The eight-faced Han sword slashed out, and on the sword body, the wind whistled, and the extremely thin wind reversed at a very fast speed, wrapping the body of Yaodao, and was turned into fly ash by the majestic demon power in the air. He couldn't die any longer, the strong demonic aura also shattered Wei Yuan's own aura.

Wei Yuan turned pale and slowly retracted his sword.

...............

"Well, it's me, Wei Yuan, sorry Officer Zhou, I'm one step late."

Wei Yuan leaned on his sword and looked at the direction in which the sword energy was dissipating, and said:
"He seems to have absconded in fear of crime..."

"Where did you escape?"

"I do not know."

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(End of this chapter)