The King of Special Warfare

The darkness was as deep as a curtain.

Di Jiang's figure pierced the night, and walked away at a high speed with the howling wind. The silver light was getting farther and farther away, but the sharp killing intent in the sky was getting closer and closer.

The killing intent was not manic, but extremely cold and filled the entire space, calm, indifferent, and extremely dangerous.

Li Tianlan has passed out.

The saint felt his pulse and heartbeat, and was slightly relieved.

The No. 6 War Zone divided by the East Island was not too big or small, but the Saints could not find Li Tianlan in two days. Partly because of the size of No. 6 War Zone, but partly because Li Tianlan was too fast.

There is never any nonsense in high-intensity battles, shoot, fight, divide life and death, and retreat.

Every time Li Tianlan makes a move, the Saints are always one step behind him.

It was like this at the beginning, but through some remaining clues, the saint could gradually see that Li Tianlan's strength had broken through to a rather terrifying level, and then he was not in a hurry and followed behind at his leisure.

But he didn't expect that Li Tianlan would meet Di Jiang at the end of the battle. If he came a step late, the saints didn't dare to think about the consequences.

But even so, he still let Dijiang take away the extremely valuable Human Sovereign. At this moment, seeing Li Tianlan in a coma, the saint was a little embarrassed.

The killing intent surging wildly in the air suddenly stagnated at a certain moment.

The night sky suddenly became clear.

The killing intent all over the battlefield silently turned into a nearly completely transparent shadow. The shadow fluctuated violently in the dark night, and then turned into a black shadow.

The killing intent has completely disappeared.

There was nothingness where the shadow stood.

The saint's brows were frowned, thoughtfully.

"how?"

Jie who rushed to the battlefield asked in a hoarse voice.

Both he and the saint are dressed in black, but their temperaments are completely different.

Every movement of the saints inadvertently,

It seems that there is surging sword energy, but Jie is silent. Wherever he passes, apart from mystery, there is only endless darkness.

"Seriously injured, too tired."

The saint picked up Li Tianlan and handed him over to Jie. After a moment of silence, he continued: "The Emperor is lost."

"Um?"

Jie simply pronounced a syllable.

"It's Jiang Hongwei. You came a step late, otherwise you might have kept him."

The saint sighed with some regret, but there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes. Recalling the moment of fighting, the thunder that pierced the sky, he laughed at himself, thinking that he was indeed a terrible junior.

"The double thunder veins of the Wang family of Beihai?"

Jie's tone was calm. The Jiang family in Beihai Province was originally a wealthy family that attracted attention. The heir of the Jiang family and Wang Tianzong's personal disciple, such an identity cannot be completely secret. Some important figures in Central Continent will basically have a rough judgment on their strength.

If he can grow up normally, even if he doesn't enter the invincible state now, he basically has the combat power of the invincible state. In the Wang family of Beihai, this is the veritable second master.

"You should not be his opponent."

Jie said, his tone was clear and straightforward.

"Saints are indeed not his opponents. But I am more than a saint."

The saint shook his head, his tone a bit complicated.

"He knows who you are."

Jie's tone was indifferent, but both of them were very clear about the troubles contained in this sentence.

The relationship between the Palace of Reincarnation and the City of Sighs has been confirmed since the saints first climbed Taibai Mountain. If Jiang Hongwei exposes the true identity of the saints, the uproar caused by the trend will be enough to make Beihai Wang and Kunlun The city is completely alert.

The saint took a deep breath, and said lightly: "There is no way, if I don't really draw my sword tonight, I can't stop him, and Tianlan will be in danger by then."

He is the first heavenly king of reincarnation, but the strength shown by the status of a saint is really average, roughly between ordinary half-step invincibility and peak half-step invincibility, with only sword energy but no sword intent, this sword is equivalent to There is no soul, but once the sword intent appears, it will be all troubles.

Jie held Li Tianlan in his arms, took out a bottle of aquamarine medicine and gave him a drink, and remained silent for a while.

"Whoosh!"

The silver glow in the darkness pierced the night sky in an instant.

The silver light was like a shooting star, with a frightening momentum, but no killing intent, the sharp edge fell to Jie's feet.

A figure in a black cloak came out from the other side, and said softly, "It's all right."

The Human Sovereign who was taken away by Di Jiang was still in the shape of Fang Tian's painted halberd, and now he was stuck on the ground in front of Jie, trembling slightly.

"military adviser?"

Jie's entire face was hidden under the mask, and he raised his eyebrows calmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

The voice of the military adviser was smiling, and he cupped his hands. He didn't say anything about the first meeting. In the meeting a few days ago, the two had already met, although they had no communication.

Jie nodded, looked at the Emperor in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and said with some doubts: "This is..."

"I reasoned with that little guy named Di Jiang, maybe because he felt wronged. That guy left his weapon and left."

The military division laughed softly, gentle and elegant, soft without any sharpness.

"you?"

Jie asked back.

"I can't do it myself, but there are you? Anyway, it's not far away. I can't reason with him. Can the three of us together not be able to reason with him? That little guy is a smart man, sensible."

The military master glanced at the saint with a smile, and continued: "You don't have to worry about your identity."

The saint seemed to understand something, and then frowned, his eyes changed, and he winked at the military division.

The military division nodded knowingly, turned around and left.

"I know the identity of a saint. What about you? Who are you?"

Feeling Li Tianlan's breathing became more and more steady, Jie looked at the military master's back and suddenly asked a question.

The military adviser paused, then hurried into the darkness again, as if he was in a hurry.

His voice drifted over in the night sky, clearly in my ears.

"I am the military adviser. I am also the hand of Samsara holding the knife."

His figure disappeared so far, and he seemed to be on his way with all his strength.

Jie's pupils condensed in an instant, and he silently looked at the direction the military master was leaving. After a long time, he turned his head to look at the military master, and said in a deep voice, "Does the knife really exist?"

knife.

invisible knife.

A knife that is hardly noticeable.

In Central Continent, only a very few people can perceive the existence of this knife, but they are vague, not to mention Jie, I am afraid that even Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun don't know what the so-called knife is about.

"It exists naturally."

The saint said flatly: "It's just not too long."

Jie took a deep breath, looked at the saint earnestly and asked: "The military division is the hand holding the knife, so who is the one holding the knife? It can't be the reincarnation palace master?"

"It used to be the boss."

The saint hesitated for a moment, but said truthfully: "When Tianlan returns to the country, it will be Tianlan holding the knife. He may never imagine what kind of knife the boss left for him in Zhongzhou."

"I can't imagine either."

Jie's tone was as flat as water: "It seems that President Qin has made up his mind, and the gift she left behind is indeed valuable, but all of this may not be what Tianlan wants."

"But this is what he needs most. Because he is in Central Continent."

The saint's tone was indifferent.

Jie stopped talking.

He has never been good at emotional matters, there is always a choice between sensibility and rationality, Qin Weibai made a choice, what about Li Tianlan?

He looked at Li Tianlan, who was still in a coma, and laughed at himself: "I never thought that the legendary knife really existed, so what have the Beihai Wang family and Kunlun City been doing for so many years? What's the point of what they did?

The saint didn't speak, but turned around silently, and said lightly: "Let's go. There are still things to do."

Jie didn't say much, hugging Li Tianlan, his figure disappeared instantly.

And the other side of the battlefield.

The figure of the military division was rushing through the mountains and forests without any energy remaining.

Trees flashed past him.

Suddenly.

His figure suddenly stopped in place.

The sweltering heat was brewing in the mountain forest, bringing with it a hopeless silence.

The figure of the military division slowly took one step forward, another step.

His body stopped under a big tree.

The military master was silent, but his eyes instantly became incomparably wild and sharp.

here.

It's where he and his boss separate.

Before parting, the boss rested under a tree.

But now...

Big tree still...

The boss is gone!

 …

Zhongzhou Lin'an.

The white mist in Qingyun Mountain still hasn't dissipated.

The white mist enveloped every corner of the mountain, and it was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

The white mist flows clearly and slowly in the night.

The most famous master of metaphysics in Zhongzhou, Master Wuwei, stood quietly in front of the temple gate, lowered his head with a smile on his face, and looked at the flourishing flowers in front of the temple gate.

Large tracts of flowers have now completely covered all the roads in the temple.

Ancient temples, white mist, and blooming flowers are everything.

A drop of bright red blood flowed down from Master Wuwei's chest and dripped into the flowers.

The old monk whose white hair had completely disappeared suddenly touched his bald head and looked towards the night sky.

The sky is still filled with white mist, ethereal like a fairyland.

Wisps of water droplets are falling from the sky, breaking through the white mist and nourishing the flowers and plants.

"It's raining..."

He murmured softly, opened his mouth, but closed it again.

The master originally planned to ask his two apprentices to enjoy the rain together, but he remembered that his two apprentices, Ruzhen and Ruye, had already been arranged by him to go to the East Island.

He sighed softly, turned around, and walked slowly into the temple gate.

Another drop of blood trickled down from his chest.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, splashing blood.

The rain is getting heavier.

 …

Long Island International Airport.

Two middle-aged monks who were identical in appearance, stature and temperament slowly walked out of the hall.

Both of them were dressed in plain monk clothes, with peaceful and serene expressions.

The two monks who had been walking side by side came to the outside of the hall in silence, looked at each other, turned around without saying a word.

One headed east, the other headed west.

Lopsided.

The dull night sky suddenly sounded billowing thunder.

Dense bolts of lightning pierced the night sky before the thunder, from top to bottom.

In an instant, heavy rain, thunder and lightning accompanied by high winds descended on Long Island.

The sweltering heat of Long Island has all faded away.

The overwhelming torrential rain overwhelmed everything.

All the world is left with the sound of rain. reading net