The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"Hey, you have to keep your word. If you dare to lie to me, I will definitely make you regret it."

The Soul of the Holy Sword tried hard to put on a cold and proud posture.

However, the temptation of the soul ball was too great, it couldn't help but threatened and warned again, the proud image it had created with great difficulty collapsed in an instant.

Qin Feng held back his smile, nodded and said, "How could I lie to you? My current level of cultivation does not allow me to use this treasure at all."

"If I knew you needed this, I would have given it to you."

"This kind of treasure, in my hands, is like a pearl thrown in the dark. Only in your hands can it play its greatest role, and it will not be dusty."

Anyway, flattery doesn't cost money.

Moreover, the opponent is not a human being, but a weapon spirit, the sword soul in the sword of the holy way.

Qin Feng patted the other party's ass without any pressure, and he squeezed it smoothly, with his usual expression.

"... Seriously? Do you really think so?" The Holy Sword Soul was very happy when he heard Qin Feng's words.

"Of course, it's absolutely true." Qin Feng nodded seriously, with a very sincere and sincere expression.

"Haha, okay, you are a human being, you are not rough, I like you."

The Soul of the Holy Sword let out a burst of happy laughter.

Its favorability for Qin Feng, a human being, immediately soared.

The tip of the sword fluttered up and down above Qin Feng's head, which shows that it should be in a good mood now.

If it has an expression, it is definitely smiling at the moment, very proud.

"You friend, I have made a deal. Don't worry, I will help you solve these troubles right away."

Whoosh...

The soul of the holy sword controls the tip of the sword, and it evolves into afterimages, directly sinking into the chests of the five palace masters.

The five masters of the shrine didn't even have a chance to dodge.

The sword shadow was too fast, and disappeared with a whoosh.

They looked down at their chests.

No bloodstains.

No wounds either.

However, they clearly saw that something had sunk into their chest, so how could there be no trace?Not even a little strange feeling.

It seemed that what happened just now was an illusion.

But they knew very well that it was definitely not an illusion.

"What did you just do?"

Such a weird thing made the five god palace masters very disturbed, so they asked sharply.

Qin Feng is also a little confused.

He thought that the soul of the holy sword would directly kill these five people.

"Friend, with my current cultivation base, if I forcibly kill them, I will have to pay a very high price. Therefore, I planted a ray of sword intent in each of their hearts, and you can directly control their life and death."

The soul of the holy sword explained to Qin Feng.

Of course, they communicated with each other with their thoughts throughout the whole process, and the five masters of the shrine could not hear them at all.

"Understood, thank you, friend, should I give this treasure to you now, or keep it with me temporarily, and give it to you after I am safe?"

Qin Feng said.

"...Leave you here for now."

The Soul of the Holy Sword let out a low buzzing sound, and said via voice transmission, "The energy I have been saving for a while is exhausted, I have to go back to rest first...wake me up after you are safe!"

Before Qin Feng could respond, the soul of the holy sword controlled the tip of the sword and returned directly to Qin Feng's ring.

It's not that it doesn't want the energy of the soul ball to recover now.

Rather, it needs the cooperation of Qin Feng.

However, given Qin Feng's current situation, there must be no time to help him, so he had to endure it for the time being.

Anyway, even if it has to wait for thousands of years, it doesn't care about waiting a few more days.

Qin Feng glanced at the ring on his finger and smiled slightly.

Inside his seemingly ordinary receiving ring, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

town jail...

The tip of the sword of the holy way...

Demon Sealing Chain...

Countless secret treasures.

And the soul of the holy sword!

Although the current Holy Sword Soul is still very empty and has been silent for a long time, but this is a real boss.

Once it's back to its prime, gather all the remains of the Sword of the Path.

Gee...

Qin Feng couldn't help looking forward to that day.

"Hey, I'm asking you something, what did you do to us just now?" Seeing Qin Feng sneering and saying nothing, the five masters of the shrine became more and more uneasy, and shouted sternly.

Qin Feng unhurriedly took out a tissue and wiped off the blood on his face, restoring that handsome and extraordinary face.

"I planted a sword intent in your heart..."

Qin Feng glanced at the five nervous gods, and said slowly.

"...What do you mean?" Someone asked with a frown.

"It means that your life and death are in my mind." Qin Feng explained very seriously.

"Hehe... Do you think we will believe it?" Someone obviously didn't believe it.

"You will believe it." Qin Feng said very firmly.

"Why? Just rely on your own words?"

Some scoffed.

For the doubts of these five people, Qin Feng just smiled slightly.

Just now, the soul of the holy sword has told Qin Feng how to control the five wisps of sword intent.

Qin Feng volleyed and clicked on the Lord of the Shrine who had just questioned.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

The master of the shrine sneered with disdain on his face.

What life and death is in a thought, it is too suspenseful.

However, as soon as his words fell, he felt his heart was suddenly tightly grasped by a big hand.

Woo!
The bursts of angina that could not be described in words made his face extremely painful, his right hand clutched his chest tightly, and he fell down like this.

The body twitched a few times, and then there was no movement.

The Painful and ferocious expression was still frozen on the face of the Lord of the Shrine, which shows that he was still suffering from great pain at the second before his death.

The other four masters of the shrine suddenly showed consternation and fear.

Just one touch from the other party, and their old buddy died miserably... Such methods are really terrifying.

It really is life and death between a thought!

They all believed it now.

The dead God Palace Master didn't seem to have any injuries on the surface, but if his chest was cut open, it would be found that his heart had been crushed by an invisible force.

"My lord, what are your orders? We will try our best to meet all your requests."

Facing the threat of death, the four masters of the shrine directly knelt down.

All dignity and face were thrown aside.

They lowered their noble heads to Qin Feng.

"I need your library, I want to look up some information." Qin Feng said in a deep voice.

"no problem."

The four masters of the shrine agreed without any hesitation.

"You take her with you."

Qin Feng pointed to Beichuan Liangxia who was unconscious beside him, and then walked towards the mountainside.

He walked very slowly.

However, every step is extremely firm.

The four masters of the shrine carefully carried Beichuan Liangxia, and followed behind Qin Feng step by step.

Even though their hearts were full of killing intent towards Qin Feng, on the surface they dared not make any changes for the time being.

Their lives are still in each other's hands.

Qin Feng walked towards Zangshu Pavilion step by step.

Hold your head high.

Arrogant.

Impossible.

He didn't seem to take Jingu seriously at all.

The more he is like this, the more cautious the four masters of the palace are, not daring to show any neglect or disrespect.

"You put her in there, and then go out, within a kilometer around the library, I don't want to see a person from the shrine, understand?"

Qin Feng stood at the door of Zangshu Pavilion and said without turning his head.

The voice was cold, with a hint of chill.

"Yes, my lord."

The four masters of the shrine did not dare to have any objections. They first carefully placed Beichuan Liangxia in the lounge of Zangshu Pavilion, and then emptied the area around Zangshu Pavilion by themselves.

Within a kilometer of Zangshu Pavilion, there is not a single disciple of the Shrine.

The four masters of the shrine did not dare to play tricks.

If this boss is angered and the sword intent in their hearts is detonated, they won't even have a chance to regret it...

Qin Feng looked around and made sure that there was no disciple of the Shrine around, so he walked into the Zangshu Pavilion.

He had just walked into the depths of the Library Pavilion, and the injury he had been suppressing exploded immediately.

He opened his mouth and spewed out streams of foul-smelling black blood.

Staggering for a while, Qin Feng couldn't hold on any longer and fell directly to the ground.

His face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, and his breath was even more sluggish, dying, as if he might die at any time...

This is completely different from the arrogant and domineering Qin Feng just now.

He has been suppressing his injuries just now, trying to create the appearance that he still has the strength to fight. The purpose is naturally to make the four masters of the shrine dare not develop a heart of resistance.

If he shows weakness, there is no guarantee that the four masters of the shrine will not take the risk.

As long as he is killed before he activates his sword intent, then the four masters of the shrine will not be threatened, and there is no need to worry about their lives...

If there is a glimmer of hope, these four masters of the shrine might fight it out!
"Fortunately, I bluffed them...cough cough..."

Qin Feng struggled to sit up, leaned against the bookshelf, and couldn't help coughing up a few mouthfuls of black blood, and he completely relaxed.

He is safe for now.

As long as you give him a little time, although he can't recover to his peak state, at least he has the power to protect himself, enough to leave Little Japan safely...