Diligence can make up for one's shortcomings: Start by making up for one's natural spiritu

The night gradually darkened under the heavy rain.

The raindrops falling from the sky hit the oil-paper umbrella, breaking into a hazy mist.

Occasionally, there was wind, blowing the tassels hanging on the sword box, like wisps of swaying willow ribbons.

The distance of ten feet was not far or close.

But for sword cultivators, it was a place where one could easily take someone's life.

The old man, half of his body petrified, fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth. He was washed by the rain like a drowned chicken, and he was no longer as high-spirited as a fake Dan cultivator.

He stopped and stared at the man standing ten feet away, holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying a sword box.

It was like an invisible pressure that suddenly grabbed his heart, making him feel frozen all over.

It was a premonition of death.

"The God-Slaying Sect... actually targeted Fang Che."

"I really didn't expect that kid... had just transformed from a virtual spiritual root to a true spiritual root, and you could find him... You, the God-Slaying Sect, are really a bunch of dogs."

Su Shangxing stood in the rain holding an umbrella, his face grim, and the sword in the box slowly unsheathed, and under the control of his spiritual consciousness, it floated in the air.

The God-Slaying Sect demon cultivator, whose half body was petrified, stared at Su Shangxing with some surprise and some confusion.

It seemed that he vaguely sensed something.

"You... you are..."

The fake pill demon cultivator took a deep breath, and the cold rain air poured into his chest.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank like green beans in an instant.

"You are... the 'Sword Walker' of the Feilei Xiancheng Fighting Team!"

The fake pill demon cultivator was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He came to kill a high school student from the second high school, but he actually attracted the sword walker to take action? !

No...it should be said that the true identity of the other sword walker...is hidden in the second high school!

Bang!!!

The terrifying black magic power suddenly erupted from under the old man's feet, and countless raindrops exploded, like a circle of waves, with his body as the center, sweeping and surging around!

Su Shangxing held an umbrella in one hand, and slowly grabbed the sword that flew out of the box with the other hand.

The moment his slender fingers grasped the hilt of the tied rag stained with rain, Su Shangxing's clothes suddenly shook, and countless raindrops falling around were exploded into fine watercolor, like misty fog.

The gentle man who originally walked out of the rain alley with elegance suddenly became murderous, and his whole body seemed to have sword energy erupting, even the fine hair on his neck became extremely sharp!

A man is like a sword, born for a sword!

Holding a sword and an umbrella, Su Shangxing began to walk.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just three steps, and he crossed a distance of ten feet.

The waves of water that the fake Dan demon cultivator brought with him were cut silently.

Clang——

It was like a sharp hissing sound, that was the harsh friction sound of the sword blade cutting through the air and slashing the raindrops!

The thin long sword in Su Shangxing's hand, with the hilt tied with rags, suddenly trembled at an extremely terrifying speed, and with a whoosh, it suddenly disappeared!

It seemed to distort the air and space, tear open the rain curtain, and directly penetrate from behind the old man. Countless flesh, blood and rain that were broken by the vibration of the sword body were like a blooming blood-colored mandala!

The old man's eyes narrowed, fast... too fast!

Is this the speed and power of the sword walker? !

The old man roared, his whole body was petrified, and he actually locked up the life that was almost cut off. A fake Dan covered with blood-colored lines was spinning.

Countless magical powers surged out, and when they spread, even the broken flesh, the scattered blood and rain were petrified!

With a crackling sound, countless small pieces of gravel gathered together to form an extremely huge stone hand, which slapped Su Shangxing fiercely!

Su Shangxing held up an umbrella, facing the terrifying wind and waves caused by the petrified palm, shaking calmly.

He raised his fingers and gently wiped down with his index finger.

A flash of sword light exploded with a sword chant that tore the world apart.

As if it was splitting the mountains and breaking the sea, it split the huge stone palm in two.

From the top of the oil-paper umbrella, it fell apart and hit the ground, splashing water up to two meters high.

A gray shadow, swift and traceless.

The sword that cut the petrified palm flew again, and the traces of the sword light were subtle and subtle. The sharpness pointed to the annoying, narrow and oppressive raindrops, which were immediately pierced by the tip of the sword.

Like a bursting bead that was pierced, it exploded into a cloud of water mist.

The tip of the sword pierced through and then pierced the stone layer on the petrified old man's body.

It pierced through the stone, the petrified bones and flesh!

The crackling tip of the sword flew and turned at high speed, and the sound of piercing the raindrops in turn continued to resound.

Finally, it was accompanied by a cheerful sword chant.

The flying sword wrapped in rags, flowing with a mirror-like reflection, hung on Su Shangxing's shoulder.

Su Shangxing raised his hand, and his slender fingers rested on the rag-wrapped hilt.

While putting the sword into the box.

While slowly taking the last step.

Standing in front of the old man.

The petrified old man, his hands, feet, and the petrified head began to fall.

Dongdongdong...

Like dumplings, they fell on the waterlogged ground, rolling down in pieces, like the sound of a sculpture breaking and falling all over the ground.

The fake pill covered with blood veins broke.

The petrifying power receded.

The old man's body, which was chopped into several pieces, immediately sprayed out countless red blood, dyeing the rain-filled ground red.

"After seeing the handsome face of the sword walker, you still want to run?"

Su Shangxing kicked the head that had lost its petrification and was wet by the rain, and said simply.

A burst of burning heat surged quickly, and the rain in the sky twisted automatically.

Nan Lihuo floated down, and many talismans whistled out from the loose robe.

"Fuck! Su Shangxing, you are a dog!"

Nan Lihuo was furious when he saw the old demon cultivator of the God-shaking Sect being dismembered.

He wasted so many talismans and blew up the old demon cultivator of the fake Dan realm and seriously injured him, but Su Shangxing, who came late, made up the last blow and snatched the head.

Whoever changed to this, everyone would be angry!

Su Shangxing... is such a dog!

He is not good at anything, but he is the first to get the first place!

He, Nan Lihuo, hates dogs the most in his life!

Su Shangxing glanced at Nan Lihuo calmly: "If I don't kill him, he will run away."

"Talisman makers... are just slow in killing enemies."

These provocative and arrogant words made Nan Lihuo grit his teeth. Sword cultivators are so great?

"Okay, don't worry about these details. He is just a fake Dan Mo cultivator. He is not worth much merit. At most, I will give you one-fifth. At least you have contributed."

Su Shangxing waved his hand and walked towards the community.

His spiritual consciousness had already spread out and sensed Fang Che's situation, so he could be calm.

Nan Lihuo rolled his eyes: "I am a talisman maker. How can I miss such a little merit from you? One-fifth, I am sending away beggars. At least one-third."

"Okay, deal." Su Shangxing was too lazy to haggle on this topic.

"You deal with the body."

After that, Su Shangxing entered the community.

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Fang Che stood up slowly, his whole body was wet, and the whole community was quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at Fang Che and the corpse beside him...

Fang Che also saw his parents, Fang Qingyun and Chen Shuting standing in front of the broken railings, looking at Fang Che who was soaked by the rain, with a sense of relief and... pride in their eyes!

Because, the one standing was their son, and the one who fell... was the demon cultivator!

The people of Xianmen are not newbies who have never been exposed to anything. They also know about the development war of Xianmen fragments and the demon cultivators who are roaming among the people.

However, it is still extremely rare for a demon cultivator to really appear around.

So many people talked about it, whispered to each other, and there was fear but also excitement in their eyes.

Their eyes turned to Fang Che, Fang Qingyun and his wife with strangeness and awe.

"Don't worry, the official will solve the problem here."

The voice of Su Shangxing came from behind Fang Che.

Su Shangxing walked over with an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the body of Xue Lei lying on the ground.

When he saw the hideous black snake head, Su Shangxing, who had always been calm, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Root Devouring Demonic Python!"

"This Xue Lei... is actually a Qi-refining demon species in the Shenshen Sect who has practiced the "Root Devouring Demonic Sutra" and "Python Dragon Transformation". Judging from his cultivation, he is about to build a foundation... You can actually kill him?!"

As a member of the fighting team, Su Shangxing knew a lot of secrets, so he was shocked.

Fang Che wiped the rain off his face in a daze.

It seems that he has no idea about Xue Lei's so-called Qi-refining demon species identity.

Su Shangxing also understood.

He thought about it and changed his words.

"Fang Che, if you kill this Shenshen Sect demon species, the official reward will definitely be extremely generous..."

"It means that you have received a huge fortune!"