Spirit Realm Walker

A level one wind mage can only condense one wind blade. With each level, the number of wind blades doubles. A level six wind blaster can have a total of thirty-two wind blades.

Bang bang bang. The furniture was shattered by the wind blades, and the body of the man in the peaked hat was torn apart like a bubble.

Star illusion? Fengshenzhiyi's brows jumped, and he immediately saw a man in a peaked hat appearing in front, holding a dagger in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, raising the muzzle to shoot at him.

The handsome and elegant Fengshen Wing suddenly felt a warning in his heart. He ignored the enemies and bullets in front of him and raised his hand to push to the right. The air flow roared and condensed into a wall of wind.

Saint stage skill: Wind Wall!

Wind Wall is the Wind Mage's only defensive skill. It is condensed by high-speed flowing air. The faster the blade and bullet, the stronger the rebound.

The disadvantage is that it has weak defensive effect against heavy and slow weapons.

"Bang bang!"

Two deafening gunshots came not from the front, but from the right.

Two yellow warheads hit the wall of high-speed flowing air and were instantly bounced away. One was embedded in the ceiling, and the other penetrated the quilt and disappeared.

Although the wind mage cannot resist illusions, he can sense the enemy's true position through changes in airflow.

In the sound of gunfire, the illusion was broken, and the man in the peaked hat appeared on the right side.

Fengshenzhi neither looked at the stray bullets nor paid attention to the enemy. He pressed Jia Feizhang's shoulders with his palms, pressed him on the seat, and lifted him up with his other hand.

"Woo~"

The airflow in the bedroom suddenly became violent, and the hurricane rose from the ground, lifting fragments of furniture, quilts, computers and other items to the ceiling.

In this closed, full-range strike, the enemy has nowhere to hide.

This is a sealing item specially prepared to deal with the Night Travel God. Among all major professions, there are many props with sealing and banning functions. No profession's escape technique is impeccable.

The man in the peaked cap rolled up to the ceiling together with the debris, making a heavy noise.

The Wings of the Wind God immediately activated the wind blades, condensing thirty-two "sharp weapons" capable of cutting gold and breaking jade, and swung them at the enemies who were blown away.

"Puff puff puff puff."

The man in the peaked cap clinging to the ceiling disintegrated in the wind blade, and his broken limbs and internal organs fell one after another, making a "snap" sound on the floor.

Um? Wind God Wings was stunned. Although he was very confident in his wind blade attack, killing the enemy so cleanly and neatly was a bit unexpected.

The enemy doesn’t even have decent defensive items?

Fengshen Wing looked closely at the broken limbs on the floor, only to see that the flesh and blood were pale, the organs were dark in color, and there was not a drop of fresh blood.

A palm-sized disc with constellations engraved on it rolled down among the mutilated flesh and blood.

The face of Fengshenzhi changed slightly. At this moment, a cold wind swept towards the bald middle-aged man Jia Feizhang.

Without any time to think, Fengshen Wing grabbed a badge with a thunder and lightning mark and slapped it on Jia Feizhang's chest.

"Zizi~"

A bright blue electric arc jumped out of Jia Feizhang's body, rebounding the evil wind.

The power of the thunder attribute is extremely strong and yang, and it has strong restraint on spiritual bodies and wronged souls.

Wings of the Wind God grabbed a blue-red cloak, shook it open, and draped it on his back. In an instant, bright blue light appeared in his eyes, and thunder and lightning marks were highlighted between his eyebrows.

Crackling arcs of electricity ricocheted around him.

Wings of the God of Wind did not take action immediately. Looking at the dark wind swirling around in the bedroom, he said elegantly and calmly:

"Using the Inferi to pretend to be the real body is indeed a good strategy. Among the major professions, there are very few professions that can deal with the spirit body. Once the operation fails, the worst is to abandon the Inferi, and the spirit body can retreat calmly.

"I just saw you perform the Star Escape Technique, and I was also deceived by you. However, since we know that you are a high-level night wandering god, how could we not be prepared?"

As he spoke, he condensed a thunder whip, "crack", sparks flew everywhere, and electric ions raged in the air.

That sinister wind is like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around everywhere. It wants to go but can't. It wants to possess but will be bounced away by the thunder attribute power.

He watched helplessly as he was repeatedly struck by thunder whips, and his breath weakened rapidly.

The Wings of the Wind God waved the thunder whip while attacking the heart:

"Waiting for the help of your companions? Hehe, since we know that you are a star officer, how could we not be prepared? Your master-level companion was sniped by our alliance leader and elders.

"They all say that the Star Officer is cunning and cunning, and it is true. If the real person comes, and there are props like the Infernal Corpse and the Wraith Spirit to assist, it will take some effort to kill you.

"Now, wait for death slowly and welcome your end."

Suddenly, a sharp dagger stabbed into Fengshen Wing's chest.

His pupils suddenly shrank, his body froze, and his movements of waving the whip suddenly stopped.

Fengshen Wing turned his head in disbelief and looked at Jia Feizhang, who was always protected by him.

The bald middle-aged man's mouth curled up, his eyes were malicious and playful, and he said, "Who told you that we came alone?"

"You, you are..." Wind God Wings covered his chest and staggered back, "Are you the spiritual servant just now? No, you are also a star officer."

He understood that there were two star officials and two spiritual bodies hidden in the Yin Corpse.

One of them had already seized Jia Feizhang's body when he first possessed him, devouring his soul and memory. The subsequent conversations, and the action of the man in the peaked hat to withdraw his spiritual servant, were all trying to deceive himself who was hiding by the window.

Jia Feizhang smiled and said: "Did you not wake up when you were discussing the layout with Xingguan? Hehe, only idiots like you from abroad dare to play with Xingguan like this in the second district."

The Wings of the Wind God's face was ashen, and regardless of the injury on his chest, he suddenly raised his hands and set off a hurricane that swallowed everything.

In the candy shop, Zhang Yuanqing silently thought:

The first district does not produce Night Wandering Gods. Is this star official a talent recruited by Tianpu, or does he come from the second district? If it's the latter, is it the Star Officer of the Taiyi Sect or the Dark Night Rose?

Well, it can't be so absolute. Since the advent of the Bright Compass prophecy, major organizations have begun to recruit night wandering gods with purpose. It is completely reasonable for large overseas organizations to maintain several night wandering gods and star officials.

"You seem a little absent-minded." Cao Qianxiu looked at the opposite side with bright eyes, "Don't tell me you are sleepy."

The shop had long been closed, half of the lights were turned off, and the other half was left by the boss for them.

The boss was an economical person who didn't want to work overtime and didn't want any money, but he was a nice person. He gave the lock and key to the two of them, told them to remember to turn off the lights and lock the door, and then left with a curse.

——The boss knows Cao Qing.

Sleepy? Don’t you know that the Night Gods are all liver emperors? Zhang Yuanqing looked at Curry Street and said, “Your deacon is in danger.”

Cao Qianxiu looked confused and didn't understand.

Before she could ask in detail, the rapid and solemn voice of the team leader's self-improvement came from the headset:

"All members gather together, something happened in Curry Street, the Wings of the Wind Deacon is in danger, please provide immediate support."

Cao Qianxiu's eyes widened instantly.

"Got it!" Zhang Yuanqing pressed the headset and replied, then looked at the confused girl: "During the mission, you must remain absolutely calm. No news can shake your mentality, otherwise you will die."

After saying that, he ran out of the candy shop with quick strides.

Zhang Yuanqing said this deliberately. The purpose was to establish a "mature, stable" and "experienced" image in front of Cao Qianxiu, so as to facilitate the subsequent exposure of the true level.

Only then did Cao Qianxiu react. She quickly got up and followed him out, pulling down the rolling shutter door at the same time.

Curry Street is about one kilometer away from the Tang Shui Shop. With the speed of Cao Qianxiu and Zhang Yuanqing, they arrived at the designated location in less than half a minute.

It was half past eleven at night, and there were very few pedestrians in Chinatown. Half of the entire block was plunged into darkness, while the other half was barely covered in lights.

In a block full of parked cars, Zhang Yuanqing saw from a distance twenty or thirty people gathered downstairs of a certain apartment building, anxious faces looking up at a certain window.

Lightning flashed in the window, but no sound was made.

Several young people wearing peaked caps were holding computers and typing keys with one hand. Several drones were hovering above everyone's heads. Above them, there was a wind mage gliding in the wind.

——The Wind Mage does not have the ability to fly, but can glide.

"Judge!"

A voice came from above their heads. Zhang Yuanqing and Cao Qianxiu looked up and saw a figure gliding from the sky against the wind.

This is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, with a round face and a remnant of the girl's baby fat, and a pair of bright, watery eyes.

Wearing a white sweater and light-colored slim jeans, she looks youthful and sweet.

At this time, the girl's round and sweet face was full of anxiety.

"Baixue, what's going on?" Cao Qianxiu asked hurriedly.

Princess Snow White glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and had no time to pay attention or greetings. She grabbed Cao Qianxiu's arm and said urgently:

“I heard from the team leader that Deacon Fengshen’s plan is to close the door and beat the dog, and confine the murderer in the house, so that it will not hurt ordinary people and prevent him from escaping.

"But just now the drone captured that Deacon Fengshen was seriously injured and is in critical condition."

Cao Qianxiu's face darkened: "You are gathered here because you cannot break the restriction and cannot rescue?"

Snow White nodded vigorously: "Several team leaders have contacted the top management of the organization, but, the feedback they received is to wait."

She frowned her delicate eyebrows and stamped her feet anxiously: "We can wait, but Deacon Fengshen can't wait. The higher-ups don't know what they are doing! Even if there is a deacon, as long as the restrictions are broken, Deacon Fengshen can escape."

While he was talking, several more people came up to him.

The leader was a young man in his mid-twenties, with a square face, short hair, a strong build, and sharp and clear eyes, which gave people a very positive feeling.

There were three people behind him, one of whom was a fat young man in a black T-shirt and wearing black-rimmed glasses. His appearance and temperament perfectly fit the image of a "fat nerd."

A young man with an unruly temperament, a short ponytail, and fairly handsome facial features, but when combined, they gave people an uncomfortable feeling, too sharp and unruly.

One is a simple and honest young man, with ordinary facial features and height, but a strong and honest figure.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the four people and identified their identities based on their temperament and appearance.

"We have contacted the 'Yellow Wind Monster' deacon and will be here soon. Don't worry, everyone." Ziqiangxiu first explained the situation to Cao Qianxiu, and then nodded slightly to Zhang Yuanqing.

"Great." Princess Snow White breathed a sigh of relief. The yellow wind monster is a level 4 wind blaster. Although it is far from comparable to the Wings of the Wind God, it is still a saint.

Cao Qianxiu looked around at her teammates and said:

"Why is this happening? The top management of the organization should have a careful plan, why are they still in such a mess?"

All the team members looked at each other, speechless.

Even Zhiqiang, who had just said "the organization's natural arrangement", was speechless for a moment.

The organization seems to be on its knees.

Seeing no one responded, Cao Qianxiu looked at Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the window:

"No matter how careful the plan is, it is like an open-book exam for the star officer. If the top management of the organization cannot make it, they are probably stuck.

"Never try to ambush a star officer. In terms of layout ability, none of the major professions in the spiritual realm can compare with a star officer. The top management of the organization has too little experience in dealing with the Night Walker God."

The unruly Siren Doctor Lin Shengshou hummed: "In hindsight, what's the use of saying this now."

Siren is probably the fire master in the first district. No, he deserves more beatings than the fire master. The fire master talks brainlessly, but the siren is good at provoking Zhang Yuanqing to look at him.

After being a spiritual practitioner for so long, he has learned to be tolerant. Some professions just have no brains. You have to admit it.

At this time, a strong wind hit, and a middle-aged man in pajamas swept into the night sky.

The members of the Anti-Black and White Alliance below breathed a sigh of relief and shouted "Yellow Wind Monster Butler".

The middle-aged man looked at the window with flashing lightning, ignored the members on the block, and spread his hands to make the air around him boil.

The strong wind stirred up dust and garbage, making it difficult for the members below to keep their eyes open.

Under the control of the middle-aged man, the boiling airflow condensed into wind blades, and the wind blades condensed into larger wind blades.

Under the breathless expectant gazes of Snow White and others, the middle-aged deacon Huang Fenggui pushed out with both palms.

"Woo~"

The wind roared loudly, and the six-meter-long wind blade suddenly slashed out and hit the film-like barrier.

The membrane shook violently twice, then recovered, and the wind blade dissipated into a strong wind.

It's a bit embarrassing not to break the ban.

The expectant eyes of all the members froze, and their expressions became stiff.

The yellow wind monster's expression changed slightly.

"No, it didn't work." Cao Qianxiu's face turned pale.

The expressions of the members of the sixth group became solemn.

It's too late, it's too late to save Deacon Fengshen. Unless the elders and alliance leaders can arrive immediately, Deacon Fengshen will die.

How long can a person in desperate situations survive?

The Windbreaker is not a profession with high defense and self-healing. It is not easy to survive until now.

"What should I do?" Snow White was so anxious that she almost cried.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's cell phone dinged in his pocket, and he took it out to check the message:

"The true identity has been confirmed. There are no high-ranking Spirit Realm practitioners lurking around. I have already made a disguise. The Tongtian Cult Leader can appear at any time."

Zhang Yuanqing replied:

"Wait until I break the restriction as a swordsman, then you take action!"

The clone replied: "Roger it!"

Zhang Yuanqing put away his cell phone and walked downstairs of the apartment. In the process, he opened the inventory and grabbed a two-foot-long bronze sword.

Cao Qianxiu behind her was stunned and shouted: "What are you going to do?"

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.