Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Chapter 400 Meeting old friends
Lin Ji never imagined that he would meet this person in this bitter cold place in Yunzhou.

"Lu Cong? Isn't he a headhunter in Qingyang County? Why did he come to Yunzhou? His cultivation has broken through to the fourth realm?!"

The last time I saw Lu Cong was when Lin Ji rushed all the way back to Jingzhou from Victoria.

At that time, I was passing by Qingyang County and had a short reunion with my old friend.

At that time, Lu Cong was already a head arrester in Qingyang County, and he lost a little of his former naivety and became a little more mature.

Only one arm is missing, which is a fly in the ointment.

"If I remember correctly, he was only in the third realm at that time? How long has it been since then, and he is already in the fourth realm?"

Seeing that it was an old friend who shot, Lin Ji became more and more interested.

At the same time, Lu Cong confronted the barbarian monk with a serious face.

"Tiger Claw!"

With a low shout, he punched out.

His whole body was like a fierce tiger ready to go, and after the fist fell, the sound of a tiger's howl actually resounded.

The roar of the tiger was mixed with strong winds, forcing the barbarian monks on the opposite side to retreat to avoid it.

But the barbarian monk seemed to see Lu Cong's strength, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, but said in a stumbling manner: "You can live, and the rest will die."

Lu Cong thought for a while before he understood, and said, "You want to let me go?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Lu Cong grinned and rushed forward again.

"I don't want to let you go yet! Kill brother guard, do you think I will let you go?"

The barbarian monk snorted coldly.

"Then you will die!"

After the words fell, the two were entangled again.

Obviously, the barbarian monk is also a body-refining monk, or the barbarian's training system focuses on body training.

Lu Cong and the barbarian monks were like needlepoints facing each other. Their battles had no supernatural powers and spells, and most of them were fist-to-flesh close combat.

It looks like a gangster on the street throwing bastard fists, but if he is a little careless, he may be the price of serious injury and death.

This is much more dangerous than monk fighting.

At the same time, the steward of the caravan trotted to the front of the car behind the convoy.

"Miss, that Mr. Lu may not be Manzi's opponent, why don't you go to Beiguan City first, and I will stay here."

On the window of the car, the small curtains were lifted, revealing a beautiful face with a rather cold temperament.

"My master ran away when something happened, what do you want the people below to think of me?"

"But now is not the time to talk about this." The steward wanted to persuade him again, but the curtains had already been closed.

Seeing this, the steward could only anxiously and helplessly stand beside the sedan chair.

On the other side, just for a moment, both Lu Cong and the barbarian monk suffered from many injuries.

Both of them looked a little bruised and swollen, but the battle became more and more fierce.

Suddenly, Lu Cong's foot became unsteady and he staggered half a step.

The barbarian monk saw this opportunity, stepped forward and approached directly, but just as he was about to strike fiercely, he saw the smug look on Lu Cong's face.

The barbarian monk was shocked.

"No, I've been fooled!"

But it was too late to get away now.

Lu Cong yelled loudly, and the momentum around him was shaken, and a wave of air overflowed.

A phantom of a black tiger rose up behind him, and the next moment, the phantom also rushed towards the barbarian monk the moment Lu Cong shot.

"Roar!"

The tiger's roar was as earth-shattering as a mountain forest, and even several sides seemed to tremble.

The barbarian monk was hit head-on, and he flew upside down, and died before he landed.

Lu Cong let out a long sigh of relief, the phantom behind him disappeared in an instant, and he was completely exhausted, sitting down on the ground, panting heavily.

"Hoo hoo.. Master taught me the Black Tiger Yin, which I use too reluctantly."

Behind Lu Cong, everyone in the caravan cheered when they saw the scene of the barbarian monk being killed.

But the strange thing is that those ordinary barbarians who are still fighting with the guards have no plans to retreat at all, and there is no trace of panic on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Lu Cong was startled and struggled to get up.

But just as he stood up, a figure fell in front of him on the big tree beside him.

"Excellent, there are very few body-training monks like you among the monks in the Central Plains." Another barbarian appeared in front of Lu Cong, with a calm expression on his face, and slowly approached Lu Cong.

"Fifth Realm?" Lu Cong's pupils shrank suddenly, but the opponent didn't make a move, but his momentum completely overwhelmed him.

No chance.

"If you were from our Northern Wilderness, you would definitely be a true warrior. However, if you die to protect the weak of your own race, you can also be considered a true warrior."

Hearing this, Lu Cong frowned, but did not back away.

"Even if you die, I will bite off your flesh!" Lu Cong said viciously.

"Then try it."

After the words fell, the newly-appeared barbarian monk stepped forward, and before Lu Cong could react, he had already arrived in front of him.

There is a huge difference between a monk of Yuanshen and a monk under Yuanshen.

Looking at the pale face so close at hand, Lu Cong was already in despair.

He saw the opponent raised his hand, and slashed towards his neck like a hand knife. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't draw any strength.

The moment Lu Cong had resigned himself to his fate, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

In Lu Cong's eyes, the figure's feet were less than half a meter in the air, but when it reached out, it just grabbed the hair of the barbarian night wandering monk.

Then, the hand suddenly fell down, and even the barbarian Yeyou couldn't stand upright, and his head fell to the ground.

The hand knife that hadn't fallen was naturally resolved.

Even the head of the barbarian night walker was dissolved into a disgusting puddle on the ground, leaving only the headless corpse, which seemed to be accusing the sneak attacker of his insidious despicability.

This sudden scene made Lu Cong stunned for a long time, until he saw the appearance of the person coming.

"Boss?! Why are you?"

"Haha, are you scared?" Lin Ji grinned, patted Lu Cong's shoulder hard, and wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes.

Lu Cong didn't realize it.

The rest of his life after the catastrophe and the ecstasy of seeing Lin Ji made him a little bit overwhelmed.

"Boss, why are you here?" Lu Cong asked with a big smile.

"Slaughter the rest of the barbarians first, and we'll talk slowly."

While talking, Lin Ji didn't move his footsteps, but grasped it out of thin air with one hand, and the Qingzhi Sword appeared in his hand.

He slammed his sword in the direction of the remaining barbarians, but there was no light from the sword, only a strong wind blew.

The gust of wind came and went extremely fast, and it disappeared without a breath.

puff!puff!puff!
There were several muffled sounds in succession.

Under the shocked eyes of the caravan guards, their opponents fell down one by one, and the corpses didn't separate their heads from their necks until they fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)