Infernal Artist

Since the arrival of the cult.

Over hundreds of years, evil beings have always used various methods to trick people into joining cults, secretly assassinate powerful people, or parasitize the bodies of people who practice martial arts.

The experience of countless blood and tears has made humans deeply wary.

so.

When Liu Ping performed the Qilin Slash, he was unable to control the move, causing the Fire Qilin to fly toward the statue of Zhu Rong enshrined in the center of the ruined temple.

Something unexpected happened and the statue couldn't help but move.

Just this moment——

In the main hall, Head Li, Zhao Zongmen and five elders from the two sects disappeared from the place.

They surrounded the statue of Zhu Rong, drew their weapons, and shouted in unison:

"kill!"

Under night.

The entire temple exploded with a bang, and the flames and ice turned into wisps of dancing light and shadow, scattering like a shower of stars in the shower.

Liu Ping Chengfeng stepped back and narrowed his eyes.

He saw the behemoth being besieged with all its strength by the two heads and five elders, and was caught off guard.

very good.

If the fight continues like this, the evil creature will surely die.

The only thing to worry about is——

Why is it waiting here?

Liu Ping turned his head and swept towards the mountains, cliffs, streams, and rocky slopes in the darkness.

suddenly.

In a bamboo forest, densely packed small characters floated quietly:

"The evil bone lurker."

"The evil bone lurker."

"..."

It turns out that there is an ambush. Once the temple succeeds and the human race is defeated, the bamboo forest outside will launch a surprise attack and annihilate everyone.

Liu Ping stretched out his figure, and all the flames on the long knife in his hand were completely extinguished.

The long sword returns to its sheath.

His whole body melted into the night rain, and he slid silently towards the bamboo forest in the wind.

Boom!

He landed in front of the bamboo forest, took out the long knife and shook it gently.

I saw a cluster of flames jumping out from the tip of the knife.

"Can you help cover it up? I want to preserve my strength as much as possible and don't want others to know the strength of a fifteen-year-old kid. After all, I have just entered the sect."

Liu Ping said.

The flame danced.

boom--

far away.

There was a violent roar from the temple, and the light of the fire shot up into the sky, reflecting the showers in the night sky.

The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, and all the disciples were too busy to take care of themselves. Those with higher standards rushed forward to surround the temple, always ready to participate in the attack.

The gushing fire kept bursting and shining, flickering on and off, reflecting the monster's ferocious figure.

The masters walked back and forth, releasing killing moves one after another from time to time.

The evil thing roared, trying to dive into the darkness again, but there was no chance.

People surrounded the temple and held torches high.

Everyone's attention was focused on the evil object, so no one noticed Liu Ping's situation.

"Nice job." Liu Ping praised, put away his knife and walked into the bamboo forest.

The wind is long and the rain is strong.

The mountains and forests are like waves.

Liu Ping walked in the bamboo forest and said, "Come on, since you want to play ambush, how about we have a good time?"

A rustling sound blew along the wind.

The evil things are moving.

Liu Ping smiled, disappeared into the dense forest, and disappeared under the cover of the night.

The evil creatures became restless and scattered in all directions, looking for traces of Liu Ping.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

——After dozens of breaths.

Liu Ping stood deep in the bamboo forest, stabbing the head of an evil creature with the long knife in his hand.

The blade shook, and the evil creature's head exploded.

Two lines of burning small words quickly appeared:

"The Doomfire mission is going well."

"The death of evil things will be burned by the flames and turn into the power of the law of fire."

Liu Ping glanced at it and sighed:

"It's rare to encounter an opponent who can play a normal game. This feels really good."

at his feet.

All the monsters had their heads cut off and fell to the ground, their headless bodies dripping with blood.

The firelight floated motionless on the tip of the knife, like a candle in the night, like an eye gazing at Liu Ping.

"Can you burn the body and don't let anyone find it?" Liu Ping warned.

The fire danced.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Liu Ping put away the knife, turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest.

Behind him, a flaming red lotus without any power fluctuation emerged from the ground, wrapping all the monsters and gradually melting them away.

It's like it never happened.

at the same time.

In front of the temple.

The evil thing pretending to be the statue of Zhu Rong suddenly fell to the ground.

Master Li held the knife and cut off the monster's head. He looked at it carefully and said, "This is a rare evil thing that has killed many of us."

"Hahaha! I heard that this thing is good at mimicry and is very rare. Killing one and missing one is really a fluke! What a fluke!" Sect Leader Zhao said with a big smile, leaning on an iron rod.

Everyone was more or less injured, so they rested on the spot and counted their personnel.

"Liu Ping is missing!"

Zhang Pinghe suddenly shouted.

Head Li's expression condensed and he stood up suddenly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice coming from far away in the night rain:

"Who said I was missing?"

Liu Ping.

He limped up to the crowd and said with a wry smile: "Master, that move was really out of control. Please punish me."

Everyone was silent and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time.

Sect Leader Zhao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, smiling and saying: "No one will punish you. Fortunately, you took the risk this time and broke through the evil thing's hiding place in one fell swoop. Otherwise, we would have ended badly."

Head Li glanced at him and saw that there were no injuries on his body, so he said angrily: "On the way from now on, you can practice the Qilin Slash for me a hundred times a day."

"Ah! There are too many, Master!" Liu Ping said with a bitter face.

"It's your luck this time. If you accidentally hurt someone next time, I'll see how you deal with it, a hundred times - remember?"

"……yes."

Although the temple has been destroyed, most of it still provides shelter from the rain.

Everyone stopped talking about the discussion and quickly made a fire to cook. After eating, they arranged for patrols and took turns to rest.

A night of silence.

The sky was slightly brighter, and the two masters immediately gave the order to set off.

Everyone quickly packed up, and soon they all got on their horses and ran towards the capital.

After they left.

Another two hours passed.

A giant python poked its head out from under the temple, spitting out letters and looking around.

"Ambush failed."

"...Strange, a team was clearly arranged to ambush, but why are there no traces of their battle?"

The giant python swam towards the bamboo forest.

It suddenly found a footprint, but the next moment——

The footprints seemed to have been melted by fire. They were instantly sunken and their original appearance could not be seen.

The giant python took a breath of silence and whispered: "Damn law."

It twisted its body, quickly retreated into the temple, disappeared into the ground and disappeared.

…

A few days later.

Beijing.

Zhang Pinghe, the top disciple of the Magic Mountain Sect, was meeting with the core disciples of several other sects along with Liu Ping.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zhang Pinghe."

"Who is this--"

"I am the disciple of the head of Bailing Temple, Liu Ping."

"Oh, very good. I have long heard that the Demon Mountain Sect is famous for its fists and kicks, and Bai Ling Guan's sword skills are also famous. Why don't we come and learn from each other?"

"Haha, come on, just spar with me, Zhang Pinghe, and don't fight with Junior Brother Liu."

"Why?"

"Not long after he entered the temple, he still couldn't stop his moves. A few days ago, he summoned the fire unicorn with one move and burned out the evil things lurking in the temple. Even I would have been burned to death on the spot if my master hadn't saved me."

"You really can't stand it?" someone asked.

"Ashamed, ashamed. I often strike too hard. Master ordered me to practice my sword skills hard to avoid further casualties."

Liu Pingsheng was afraid that everyone would not believe him, so he drew his sword out of its sheath——

boom! ! !

The flames exploded directly, almost burning the tables, chairs and benches around them.

"Stop it—stop it quickly!"

Everyone kept saying.

Liu Ping returned the sword to its sheath.

In an instant, all the visions disappeared.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief and believed what he said.

——With such a talent, who the hell can fight with him.

I don’t know how I died, how unjust!

One person said:

"Oh - I know you. I heard that your friend was parasitized by a monster, and you killed him with one knife."

Another person said: "It seems that he was very emotional at the time and couldn't hold back his moves - which is understandable."

Another person said: "Hey, practice hard. The sword skills of your group are too fierce. If you can't hold back your moves, you can't compete with others at will."

"Yes, I will remember it." Liu Ping said sincerely to everyone.

"Okay, let's stop chatting. Zhang Pinghe comes to fight with me."

"Why not?"

Everyone made room for the two of them.

Liu Ping sat leisurely on the side, chewing candy in his mouth, and watched the battle with narrowed eyes.