After finishing it, Wu Mian carefully drew a sword in the room with a smell of dust and a subtle musty smell.

In the swaying candlelight, the dim light reflected through the sharp sword edge, forming a thin and sharp cold light reflected on the wall, making the wall seem to be split and separated up and down.

This sword was the apology given to Wang Darui after he used up his sword. It was called Zhan Tie. Zhou Changsheng sent it to participate in the rituals of humanitarian killing weapons. It is now also a humanitarian killing weapon, which has extraordinary lethality to monsters.

The sword was three feet and six inches long, and the handle was four inches long, which was exactly four feet. If it was converted into the unit that Wu Mian was most familiar with, it would be about one meter three meter four, and it stood up to his chest. The sword body was narrow and long, but I don’t know what material it was used. It weighed about four kilograms and was astonishingly hard, and it would leave almost no traces when it came into contact with ordinary iron tools.

After carefully looking at the iron cutting, Wu Mian suddenly sighed:

"A good sword is a good sword, but it is inconvenient to use."

The Beidou sword technique he practiced was one-handed sword technique. When he practiced before, he also used a normal sword of three feet and three at once, and it was impossible to change it to a four feet sword without any impact.

Moreover, the iron cutting weighs four kilograms, which can be called a heavy sword. An ordinary sword is usually about two kilograms, and the same is true for the sword he used before.

Using length and weight is not a handy weapon, which is very fatal to martial artists, especially for people like Wu Mian who have not practiced martial arts for much time.

Misjudgment of distance and misjudgment of speed may lead to the failure of a battle.

"Fortunately, I took it just for the power of its humane killer, as an insurance, rather than really planning to use it to fight, especially against people."

"My current position is a nurse, a mage, not a warrior."

"If I meet a monster later, if I can deal with it, just use the Suzaku Ling Light Art to kill it. There is no need to fight it in close proximity!"

"Reality is different from game novels. There are not so many false things. If you really fight, you will give me the ultimate move at the beginning. If you can solve it with one move, you won't need the second move to avoid having too many dreams!"

"My Suzakuling Light Art can even burn out the beam of the room. The power is not a problem. The question is whether I can hit the monster... I have not used the Suzakuling Light Art to hit the moving target. I have formed hand seals and time to chant the spell, and the red mist before the Suzakuling Light Art is formed, which will give the monster a chance to react. If it is fast enough, my Suzakuling Light Art may not be able to hit..."

The Zhuqueling Light Art was made by him with one shot. Although he failed several times later, he was able to ensure that every time he used it, he could succeed.

However, due to the problem of internal strength recovery, he ensured that he could not use the Zhuqueling Light Art every time he successfully used it, but instead placed his energy and internal strength on the Xuanwu Zhengming Art, so he naturally had no chance to practice shooting mobile targets.

Now he remembers that the Suzaku Ling Light Art is used to shake the front, and the monster is alive and it is impossible to stand there and be beaten by others, so he is worried that he may not be able to use the Suzaku Ling Light Art to beat the monster.

"Forget it, if it's useless, call senior brothers and sisters to solve the problem."

After making plans, Wu Mian put the sword back into the sheath, tied it to his waist, and was about to walk out of his room and go to Kong Wenxuan to let him see if his preparations were sufficient.

But as soon as he raised his foot, he looked at the arrow pouch on the side, thought about it, and pulled out a fallen eagle arrow and placed it on the belt behind him.

"Be prepared or not is a matter of life and life!"

Whispering, Wu Mian looked around the room again, then looked down at Xian Deyu on his waist, feeling the pulling feeling of his neck being hung on his chest because of the bronze mirror hanging on his chest, and after confirming that he had not fallen, he did not hesitate until the door knocked on the next door.

"Come in."

After letting Wu Mian enter the room, Kong Wenxuan looked at Wu Mian's long sword with an arrow on his back, and nodded slightly, asking, "If there is a monster that really appears later, how are you going to deal with it?"

Wu Mian expressed his plans:

"First use the Zhuqueling Light Art. The junior brother cannot fight close to each other. If he can, he will not be close to each other. But I have not used the Zhuqueling Light Art to hit the movable target, so I may not be able to hit it. If the Zhuqueling Light Art cannot burn it, then I will decide depending on the situation... It is highly likely that you will let me take action."

Kong Wenxuan nodded and said, "It's great to think about defeat before you consider victory."

While speaking, he looked at the sword on Wu Mian's waist and the tail feathers of the arrow behind him, and smiled and said, "Since you are all planning to use the Zhuqueling Light Skill only, and you will also bring the Slashing Iron and Luoying Arrows by your side. You have not relaxed because of Yingyue and I. It seems that you are also a cautious person."

Wu Mian grinned: "Junior brother, I am cherishing my life and afraid of death."

Kong Wenxuan smiled and said, "No one is not afraid of death, no one is willing to sacrifice his life. This is the norm for human beings."

At this time, Song Yingyue also walked into Kong Wenxuan's room, holding a gossip mirror the size of a human head in her hand: "I found the monster, and I am indeed a newborn. I am now wandering outside Xiaoshi Village."

After saying that, she looked at Wu Mian and smiled and said, "Let's go and fight, my senior brother and I will look at you."

Wu Mian took a deep breath and nodded, "I understand."

Then he looked at the gossip mirror in Song Yingyue's hand and asked, "What is this? Can you locate the location of a monster... and look at the demon mirror?"

Song Yingyue smiled and explained: "This is not a demon-looking mirror, but a dragon-seeking mirror. Although it can determine the location of the demon, it has no ability to show the demon. It is just that the dragon-seeking mirror is used to find the dragon veins. Although it can also determine the location of the demon, it also requires the demon to not restrain his breath, otherwise the dragon-seeking mirror cannot determine the location of the demon."

Abandoned ribs!

This word suddenly appeared in Wu Mian's mind.

He still remembered that he had heard that the monsters had better methods of concentrating breaths and storing breaths than humans. Although the dragon-seeking mirror could locate demons, it would be useless if the demons concentrating breaths...

Fortunately, its function is used to find dragon veins, otherwise it would be considered as a mirror that there are too many patterns on it.

After looking at Xunlongjing again, Wu Mian took a deep breath, relaxed his body and mind, and asked, "Where is that monster in? Will you pass now?"

Song Yingyue lowered her head and stared at the dragon-seeking mirror for a moment, and smiled and said, "No need to go over, it's coming by itself."

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"Pu, pu, pu..."

A ragged figure jumped up on the trail with water accumulation. It seemed that the child was playing the game of trampling water, but his posture was stiff and he did not have the innocent pleasure of trampling water.

In the dark rainy night, he could not see his face clearly, but could only see a pair of cloudy eyes, like a burning fire.

"Pu, pu, pu..."

Suddenly, the figure stopped in front of a house and turned around and looked at the house with his head and body.

“Ah~”

Thrilling and sharp, like a woman's crying sound.

There seemed to be some movement in the room, but it became quiet after a moment.

The figure shouted for a moment, but when he saw that no one came out, he wanted to get close, but the peach talisman hanging on both sides of the door stopped him.

Helplessly, the figure let out a woman's cry for a while, but after seeing no one coming out to pay attention to it, he turned around and jumped towards the other room.

One room, another.

He shouted from a woman, but none of the houses opened.

He seemed disappointed and jumped away from the way he had always been.

But when passing by a house, a figure suddenly rushed out without making any sound, but a long sword in his hand seemed particularly obvious even in the dark night!

Xiaoloushan, Wu Mian, who was chanting the spell of Zhuqueling Light Art in a low voice, was stunned.

Snatch the head...Ph!

A monster robber?

He already knew what the beating figure was... a zombie.

According to the classification in the booklet given to him about the monsters, this is the monsters of the ghosts, and they are most afraid of the positive force.

His Zhuqueling Light Art is full of yang energy, and because of the Southern Bing Ding Fire of Vermilion Palm, he restrains such monsters the most. He originally planned to calculate the opportunity to deal with the zombies from behind, but he did not want someone to suddenly come out to steal the head, which forced him to stop using the Zhuqueling Light Art.

Otherwise, he would have sent the Suzaku Ling Guang Jue to pass by, and he would have probably become a murderer.

Not only was he stunned, Kong Wenxuan and Song Yingyue, who were beside him, did not expect such a thing to happen.

Kong Wenxuan recognized the origin of the sword technique of the figure that suddenly emerged and whispered: "The thunder-thunder style of the Tianjian Art... should be a disciple of Tianjian Villa. Unfortunately, the eyes of the zombie have turned into green phosphorus fire, and they are afraid they will soon become green corpse. Looking at his sword light, his internal strength should not be enough to support his sword move to hurt the zombie."

Sure enough, as he said, the figure suddenly rushed out and slashed the zombie's neck with a sword, making a dull sound like it was chopped on the wood.

After being attacked, the zombie immediately turned around and waved toward the figure.

The figure hurriedly drew his sword and avoided it, and then another sword slashed the zombie's neck.

The zombie counterattacked again, and the figure dodged again, and then slashed the zombie's neck with a sword.

Although it was not clear, Wu Mian guessed that the figure should have been cut in the same position and planned to use the number of times to make up for his lack of attack power.

Kong Wenxuan seemed to have guessed it and laughed in a low voice: "Good swordsmanship, if you have time, you will definitely be another famous swordsman in the world. But... you are still too young now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the zombie let out a shrill and sharp cry of a woman, which was louder and more harsh than the previous cry, and it also had an inexplicable magic. Wu Mian suddenly felt cold all over and his body was unconsciously stiff and stagnant!

Even so, even more so, the figure next to the zombie was standing there like a wood.

At this time, the zombie had already jumped towards him.

"Pu Tian!"

Kong Wenxuan shouted softly, and Wu Mian immediately felt a weak but Haoran power spit out with Kong Wenxuan's low shout and flew towards the figure.

Aroused by this weak and powerful force, the figure moved again, quickly avoided the zombie's attack, and then returned to slash the zombie's neck with a sword, and then whispered loudly: "I wonder if that senior expert is here, can you help the junior kill this jumping corpse?"
Chapter completed!