Spirit Realm Walker

"Of course it's the deacon who saved you."

Zhang Yuanqing finished his sentence and suddenly charged, rushing through the street with his sword, passing through the gang members, and ran towards the downstairs of the apartment.

To save the deacon? Cao Qianxiu and the members of Group Six looked at each other, suspecting that they had heard wrongly.

How can a second-level scout join in the fun? In a battle at the saint stage, any skill can instantly kill an extraordinary person.

"This guy doesn't want to show off in front of everyone, does he? It's stupid. Even the yellow wind monster and the deacon failed to break the restriction. What's the use of him going? It will be even more embarrassing." The medical master was very impressed by this new member. discount.

The others didn't speak, but they had similar expressions and mentality.

Only Cao Qianxiu frowned and said nothing, thinking of what the young tenant said in the candy shop for no reason.

How did he know that the deacon was in danger? Cao Qianxiu's heart suddenly surged with anticipation.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already passed by the members of the Anti-Black and White Alliance, and ran wildly on the wall at a 90-degree angle under the puzzled and horrified eyes of everyone.

Take advantage of the air conditioner's external unit and window sill to move up to the first floor, which is strong and elegant.

"Oh, what is he doing? Performing parkour."

"Who is this guy? Where did he come from? I've never seen him before."

"Is he a friend of that member? Unrelated personnel left the scene quickly. If there are casualties, we will not be responsible. Damn it, he is approaching the battlefield, holding his broken sword."

The spiritual practitioners below started shouting, as if they had found an outlet to vent the disappointment accumulated in their hearts.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had already reached the sixth floor by half climbing and half running. He stepped on the air conditioner, jumped up, crossed the seventh floor, and hung outside the window with flashing lightning on the eighth floor.

In the floating state, he bowed, gathered strength, and suddenly slashed out with his bronze sword.

A bright arc-shaped sword energy swept out of the sword body and struck the membrane covering the bedroom. With a "pop", the indestructible sealing power collapsed under the stunned gaze of everyone.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was falling, clung to the outside of the air conditioner, exerted a little force, broke the glass, and jumped into the bedroom.

Downstairs in the apartment, there was silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, including the serious self-improvement and fair Judge Cao.

The restriction that even the wind warriors could not break was broken by a strange spiritual realm walker with just one sword.

who is he?

This reversal caught the members of the Anti-Black and White Alliance off guard, but the surprise and excitement that immediately surged outweighed the confusion and doubts.

Exciting cheers burst out, and the hanging hearts of the gang members finally let go at this moment.

Without the restriction, Fengshen Deacon can escape the crisis.

"How did he do it? He is only a second-level scout." Snow White covered her mouth, surprised and excited.

Cao Qianxiu took a deep breath and looked at her like a fool: "If you still believe that he is a second-level scout at this time, it's just an IQ problem."

The other members of Group Six nodded silently.

In the messy bedroom covered with furniture fragments and papers, Zhang Yuanqing looked around coldly and saw a young man standing against the wall holding a thunder whip. He was wearing a nano combat uniform and had handsome curly hair.

This young man with an extremely outstanding appearance was unconscious due to excessive blood loss. Blood poured into his chest, and there were bloody wounds all over his abdomen, neck, thighs, etc.

The weak wind wall stood in front of him, blocking countless bullets and dagger attacks.

On the other side of the bedroom was a bald middle-aged man, holding a glass cover in his hand, wearing rattan armor and holding a pistol.

Beside him, there was a dagger floating.

The spirit was invisible to Zhang Yuanqing. It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, an oriental face, and facial features that looked like someone from North China.

One is possessed, and the other has a spirit body that is out of the body. I can swallow two in one mouthful. Zhang Yuanqing saw the Wings of the Wind God about to swing the thunder whip at him, and immediately said:

"I am the new swordsman recruited by the Anti-Black and White Alliance, and I am here to save you."

Deacon Fengshen, who was in a daze, waved his whip for a moment, and light burst out from his dim eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a tube of life solution and threw it over, not forgetting to warn: "Inject half of the tube, not more."

I feel bad if there are too many.

After taking over the Wings of the Wind God, Zhang Yuanqing flipped his wrist and swung his sword energy towards the bald man.

He borrowed this prop from Fu Qingyang's gang warehouse in advance. Its only function is to wield a sword with a power comparable to that of a level 5 swordsman. For a level 5 swordsman, this prop is useless.

But it suits him well enough to be borrowed to play the swordsman.

"puff!"

The sword energy swept across the bald middle-aged man's neck, and was blocked by the green light held up by the vines. But the next second, the green light dissipated, and the head rolled down. The sharp sword energy remained, slashing on the wall behind. There are deep sword marks.

A fountain of blood spurted from the empty neck, splattering on the ceiling.

The headless body fell backwards and fell to the ground. Two starlights lit up and then disappeared.

The two star officers retreated and did not try to hunt the Wings of the Wind God again. It may be that they have completed their mission and do not want to entangle, or they may be afraid of swordsmen in the saint realm.

After all, the swordsman's shock can restrain evil spirits and spirits.

Wind God Wings was so anxious that he threw the remaining half of the golden liquid back to Zhang Yuanqing, covered his still healing chest, jumped out of the window and said:

"Don't let them run away, chase them quickly!"

"What are you chasing?" Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "Can you see spirits? Or can you say that you can see through the night wandering? Butler of the Wings of the Wind God, you are lucky to be able to save your life. If I were you, I would cultivate in place and continue to fight to my death. .”

Wings of the Wind God leaned against the wall, opened his mouth unwillingly, and finally slowly slid against the wall and sat down slumped.

Two starlights flashed continuously in the house and soon left Chinatown.

The New Testament County is bright and bright at night, with colorful neon lights, endless traffic, and two ghost bodies flying at low altitude, getting further and further away from Chinatown.

At this moment, a strong wind blew ahead, and a figure swept across the night.

He was a young man with mediocre features, wearing a cheap T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of blue half-finger gloves.

Wind mage? Inspectors of divine punishment?

The two star officers looked at each other, silently bypassed the oncoming wind mage, and tried to leave quietly.

Suddenly, the young man with mediocre features turned his head and stared directly at the two star officials. Dark and sticky energy emerged from his eyes, and he smiled and said: "You two, it's been a long time."

A night wanderer from the same profession? No, this aura was caused by Star Officers. The two Star Officers were suddenly startled. In front of Star Officers of the same profession, in their spiritual bodies, they were like cutting off their arms. Apart from running away, there was no other possibility.

Immediately use the Star Escape Technique to escape.

Before the stars rose, the young man with mediocre features raised his head and let out a scream.

Mental blow.

The consciousness of the two star officers exploded into thousands of pieces and they lost consciousness.

Zhang Yuanqing took a breath, and two unconscious spirits poured into his mouth like smoke.

Chaotic memory fragments surged in, and the two people's memories flashed by like a lantern.

He saw a training ground built in the tropical rain forest, and saw a group of children being forced by mercenaries with guns to repeat brutal training every day.

I saw two children stand out and successfully obtain the Night Wanderer character card.

I saw them completing one assassination mission after another under the arrangement of the organization.

These memories are fragmented and messy, like yellowed photos, recording the lives of two star officers.

As the scenes alternated, the two star officers returned to the tropical rainforest training camp and met the instructor who never aged.

"The organization has been searching for the key for a century and finally has a clue. The target person is in Chinatown, New York County. He has no physical features and no identity information. After you two go to Chinatown, someone will contact you."

"Remember the characteristics of the target person. He is 40-45 years old, a single-parent family, his mother has contact with gangs, or he has worked a disgraceful job and suddenly became rich."

"After you find the target person, kill Wen Ling directly without any unnecessary actions. After Wen Ling, you will naturally know what the organization is looking for."

The scene changed again. This time, Zhang Yuanqing saw a burly man with thick sword-shaped eyebrows and a square face. There was a sense of arrogance and arrogance between his eyebrows.

The burly man held a fan-shaped copper block in his hand and said in a deep voice with a loud voice:

"Before my death, my father gave this thing to my illegitimate son. Now, I also want to pass it on to my illegitimate son. Little bastard, you are my seed, you take care of it.

"Keep it with your life, do you understand?"

"Dad, what is this?" The boy's voice was childish and full of curiosity.

"This is a relic of the Pope and something that our family has protected for generations. But we must remember three points. One: it cannot be given to foreign devils. Two: it cannot be given to trash. Three: it cannot be given to bad people."

"I will protect him."

The scene changed again, and Zhang Yuanqing saw the bald middle-aged man. He was still bald at this time, sitting in an office, opposite an office worker in a suit and leather shoes.

There is a sign hanging on the chest of the office worker that reads: Will George, Account Manager at Legg Mason Bank.

"Mr. Zhang, your safe number is 0042. Please enter your password and fingerprint. I will take you to do iris recognition later."

The scene ends here.

Zhang Yuanqing pinched his brows to calm down the insanity and mild pollution caused by swallowing two star officials.

"The power of Taiyin has become stronger. Tsk tsk. Devouring spiritual bodies of the same level is indeed the best way to increase the power of Taiyin."

"What force do those two star officers belong to? I seem to have seen a similar training camp before, uh, the training camp where Dark Night Rose trains spiritual realm walkers? Then these two star officers are informants of Dark Night Rose."

"The Pope's relics can make two star officials travel thousands of miles to New York County to look for them. They should be the Holy See more than a century ago. But how can the Pope's relics be kept by a yellow family?"

"Hey, I just want to do a task and accumulate points. Why did this happen to me?"

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and came up with an idea, "Let the body inform President Doubi. He may know about the Pope's relics. Well, the role of joining the Anti-Black and White Alliance has been demonstrated. I can also inquire from this organization."

He realized that the pope's relics might be extraordinary.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.