I’m a Courteous and Honorable Man, Not a Devil - Chapter 262

“Sweat, I’ll get the sword!”

A grassland warrior gave a loud shout, urged the war horse and galloped away towards the big stone where Ni Kun was.

When he was more than ten feet away from the big stone, he stepped heavily on the stirrup and rose into the sky, like a predatory goshawk attacking Ni Kun.

At the moment of flying, he pulled out the long knife behind him with his backhand, roared, held the knife in both hands, cut down wildly, and waved a hot knife light like the scorching sun.

“You don’t even have the right to let my Frostmourne bleed.”

Ni Kun said faintly, without raising his head. His right hand left the handle of the sword, and his two fingers gently clamped against the hot knife light.

Dang!

In the sound of gold and iron attack, Ni Kun used two fingers to lightly clamp the human target enough to cast the whole body of iron and cut it off.

Without waiting for the grassland warrior to make any changes, Ni Kun bent his fingers and banged the tip of the knife easily. Then, with a flick of his fingers, the tip of the knife turned into streamer and shot out. With a pop, he pierced the warrior’s throat.

A blood mist splashed from the warrior’s back neck. The powerful kinetic energy, with the warrior’s body, threw back more than three feet, and then fell to the ground.

Boom!

The dull sound of the warrior’s body falling to the ground was like a heavy hammer, which shocked Wu Liehong and others.

Seeing that he was carefully selected among 200000 grassland warriors, his personal strength could rank among the top 16 riders in the whole grassland. Under Ni Kun, he didn’t even walk through a round. In the eyes of Wu Liehong, the grassland sweat finally showed a look of fear.

The grassland national teacher around him was tall and thin, dressed in red cassock, with short inch hair, black rosary beads hanging on his neck and a long knife on his waist. Sanger, the saint, also had dignified eyes, looked at Ni Kun with some fear and whispered, “the great master who entered the Tao with martial arts!”

Wu Liehong jumped from the corner of his eye, stared at Ni Kun fiercely, and shouted, “who are you? When did you come out of the Central Plains?”

Ni Kun lowered his eyes and looked at the frost long sword deeply. He said faintly, “the dying man is not qualified to know my name.”

“Arrogance!” Wu Liehong roared, and the whip pointed to Ni Kun, “shoot him!”

Fifteen riders behind him took off the iron tire strong bow and opened the bow and arrow at the same time.

Boom!

In the quivering sound of bowstring, fifteen three edged armor breaking arrows shot Ni Kun in unison.

When the sharp arrow broke through the air, a strange green Rune faintly lit up on the arrow and flashed a strange green awn.

“Evil curse?”

Ni Kun saw at a glance that the fifteen sharp arrows were all in accordance with the power of some evil spell, which could erode the filthy body protecting vigorous Qi, and even penetrate the body protecting spell of low-level Qi refining friars.

“This is the strange magic skill that Sanger, the grassland national teacher and Saint, cultivated after his adventure? Unfortunately, it’s too weak!”

The sword flashed.

Ni Kun finally pulled out the frost cold sword and swung it. The broad sword body was like a shield and bounced the fifteen sharp arrows at the same time.

Seeing his sword swing, Wu Liehong, Sanger and others felt unspeakable pain.

I feel that his moves are extremely ugly and have no sense of beauty. Swinging a sword is like swinging a hammer. On the contrary, he can easily block the fifteen not simple strong arrows

“The sword technique is not good. The sword is very good.” Saint Sanger whispered, “I don’t know how to use the sword at all. But his long sword is really a treasure. When waving, it has sword Qi. Even if the sword body doesn’t touch the arrow, the sword Qi can bounce the arrow away.”

“That’s right. When the man swung his sword just now, I could see clearly that I only hit five arrows. The other ten arrows were all bounced away by invisible sword Qi. This man was able to do well with the benefit of the sword. The sword was so miraculous that it fell on a guy who didn’t know swordsmanship. It was a real pearl in the dark. Only Ben Khan was worthy of the sword!”

Wu Liehong looked at Ni Kun’s frosty sword with burning eyes. His aggressive eyes were full of color.

“Try again.” Sanger whispered, “keep shooting!”

The fifteen grassland warriors began to shoot arrows. This time they shot freely and performed their own proud archery.

Several arrows are connected in a straight line. The first arrow covers all the arrows in the rear; Some people fly to high altitude, then plunge vertically, and accurately take the throwing arrow of Ni Kun’s top door; There is an arc arrow that shoots an arc trajectory and attacks the soft rib on Ni Kun’s flank by weak wind force; There are also fast as bullets and indestructible armor breaking archery.

These fifteen grassland warriors are the top of 200000 grassland warriors. Both martial arts and archery are first-class.

With the armor breaking arrow blessed by Saint Sanger, in Wu Liehong’s view, even the two great masters of the Central Plains who entered the road with martial arts, I’m afraid they will be busy and disorderly under their siege.

However, these divine shots had no effect in front of Ni Kun.

He sat so steadily on the stone seat and swung the frost and cold sword carelessly. He swept the floor with a wave to the left and a sweep to the right, and easily bounced all the sharp arrows from all fancy archery.

However, both Wu Liehong and Sanger saw clearly that he only blocked a small part of the arrows. Most of the other arrows were shot away by the frost sword Qi emitted by the sword body.

Such miraculous special effects make Wu Liehong more and more jealous. Frost cold big sword is broad and thick. At a glance, it can be seen that it is very strong and heavy. It also suits his appetite very much.

“Enough temptation.” Sanger gave an order, and the warriors stopped shooting.

Sanger whispered to Wu Liehong, “that man’s sword technique is really ugly. But after all, he is an expert who enters the Tao with martial arts. His sword is magical and can’t be underestimated.”

Wu Liehong nodded: “Ben Dahan joined hands with the national teacher to take the boy.”

“That’s right.” Sanger said, “then do it.”

After saying this, Wu Liehong and Sang Hong looked at each other without saying a word. At the same time, they rose up in the air, stirred the vitality of heaven and earth between their breath, flew over a distance of more than 50 feet, one left and one right, and jumped at Ni Kun.

Wu Liehong pulled out the big sword on his back, drank violently, and cut out a ten foot long, refined and unparalleled sword gang; Sange drew out a three foot long miserable green demon knife. When the knife was pulled out, countless miserable green Yin winds swarmed towards Ni Kun with the skeleton wrapped in the shrill monster roar.

Wu Liehong’s sword is strong enough to easily break the body shield of the five or six layers of Qi refining friars. All the magic tools can be cut and broken. The evil wind and ghost roar of Sanger’s miserable green demon knife has extremely evil power.

Fifteen grassland warriors who watched the battle fifty feet away felt dizzy when they heard the howling of the dark wind. When they saw the skeleton with the shrill ghost roar, their energy was ready to move. They seemed to want to break out and throw themselves into the miserable green dark wind.

That miserable green demon knife is the treasure Sanger got in his adventure. It has the power to absorb the spirit and soul of strangers.

As long as the blade cuts a small hole, no matter how high your martial arts are, your blood essence and vitality, and even your soul will be absorbed by the magic knife to increase the prestige of the magic knife.

This Sabre can also finely quench the absorbed blood essence and vitality and feed back the sabre master. The national master Sanger used this Sabre to enter the Tao by force and assisted Wu Liehong to enter the Tao.

At this time, the two great masters of the grassland joined hands and went all out to win Ni Kun in one fell swoop.

Wu Liehong wants Ni Kun’s sword.

Sange wants Ni Kun’s spirit.

“A great master who enters the Tao with martial arts, his spirit and spirit will make my cultivation higher!”

The sword is vigorous and fierce, and the evil wind howls.

The killing move has arrived, but Ni Kun still sits firmly on the stone seat.

“Do you think our swordsmanship is ugly?” he raised his mouth and smiled coldly: “as a swordsman with interest, how can I not use a sword?”

Frost sword light, lit up again.

Ni Kun waved his sword.

This time, it is no longer careless and ugly sweeping.

The big sword weighs more than 100 Jin and becomes extremely light and flexible. The sword light jumped like a dancing spirit.

The soft sword Qi, like a pervasive breeze, scattered the ten Zhang sword Gang, and melted the ghost roar of the Yin wind like a silent spring rain.

After that, the blade, which didn’t look sharp, flitted across Wu Liehong’s throat and turned quickly. The tip of the sword was slightly in Sanger’s eyebrow.

Keng!

In the light sound, the frost sword stabbed back into the big stone in front of the stone seat again.

Ni Kun held the handle of the sword in both hands and resumed the posture of sitting on the sword.

Wu Liehong and Sanger crossed in the air, one left and one right, falling under the boulder.

Wu Liehong looked blankly for a moment. As soon as he touched his neck with his palm and looked down, he saw that the palm was full of dazzling scarlet.

Sanger couldn’t help raising his hand and touching the center of his eyebrows, but he just touched a little blood bead.

“How could this happen?” said Wu Liehong, “don’t you say you can’t use a sword?”

With a puff, a bright red blood line burst out on Wu Liehong’s neck, and the blood sputtered out like a fountain, making a hissing wind.

The big bear’s strong body shook slightly. The grassland sweated and the golden lion fell to the ground. His eyes looking up at the sky were full of reluctance and confusion.

The national teacher sang Ge opened his mouth and wanted to say something. The magic knife in his hand suddenly burst into green light, and a miserable green Yin wind roared out of the handle of the knife, wrapping sang GE’s palm like a silk cocoon.

When the wind was howling, Sanger’s palm suddenly dried up and became skin and bones when he breathed.

The miserable green wind spread along Sanger’s palm and wrapped his whole body in the cocoon like wind.

When the Yin wind returned to the handle, Sanger had become a skin and bones, like a dried corpse weathered for many years.

When the wind blew through the gorge, Sanger’s dry body disintegrated with the wind and turned into debris.

Before he was completely breathless, the magic knife that sucked his blood essence, vitality and soul fell into the ground with a clang, and the miserable green blade exuded a more bright green awn full of temptation.

Just a move.

Two great masters of the grassland fell in an instant. Sanger was also eaten back by the demon knife and absorbed all his energy and spirit.

The remaining 15 grassland warriors were cold and fell into the abyss. They couldn’t believe that the Great Khan and national teacher who were regarded as gods by them had fallen here at the same time before they entered the Central Plains.

Died in a mysterious hand who didn’t even know his name.

For a while, the fifteen grassland warriors looked at each other, roared together, and launched a desperate charge against Ni Kun.

“It’s loyal and brave. I’ll send you down and continue to follow your sweat.”

Ni Kun pulled out the long sword again, waved it with a quick hand, and a cold light flashed past. The sword Qi was tens of feet long and wide. The flying blood was like an angry rose, blooming in the air and withering rapidly, soaking the canyon land.

“You passed.”

A loud voice sounded in Ni Kun’s ear.

As soon as the sound fell, the miserable Green Magic knife inserted upside down into the ground disappeared in the air, and Ni Kun had a little more green crystals in his hand.

“The origin of water?” Ni Kun was stunned: “it feels like the breath of blue God’s tears! Is that miserable Green Magic knife produced by blue God?”

The name of blue god is blue God, but the treasure produced does not have to be made blue. You don’t have to make auxiliary equipment like tears of the blue God.

Looking at the evil nature that the miserable green demon knife absorbs the blood essence and soul, and even after the former Lord is useless, it quickly eats the master, uses waste, and lures the new Lord to pick up, it feels a bit like the routine of the blue God.

“So, the real focus of this task is to collect the magic knife? If you just intercept it for one day and repel the enemy when reinforcements arrive, you will only meet the basic conditions, you can only pass the pass and get no better reward?”

Ni Kun threw away the green crystal in his hand: “this water source is too few for me to use. However, with the tears of the blue God, it is more than enough. It is not only enough to cultivate killing moves, but also to improve the realm accomplishments… The third level will get the water source. It seems that the gold source is promising!”

At this time, a loud voice sounded again: “do you want to go to the next level?”

Ni Kun thought and said, “can you stay here for a while?”

“You can stay here for seven days after completing the task perfectly.”

“Seven days? Enough!”

Ni Kun finally got up from the stone seat, lifted the big sword and walked towards the back of the canyon.

“Let’s see if this is a real world…”

[I broke my cigarette recently and am forced to quit smoking. My state fluctuates greatly. I can’t write fast. Excuse me. Please draw a ticket ~!]