“Senior brother, what exactly do you want to do ——,” Jin Mingxuan asked miserably.
You’ve come to this point, and you still don’t give up? The desire to live is quite strong. Unfortunately, your movements have nothing to hide under these eyes.
Qing Yu still adheres to the credo of killing without bleeping, and his strike is to kill.
“Suddenly”, the fastest of the 18 Dragon Subduing Stances.
Jin Mingxuan saw that this fake “Brother Feng” did not hesitate, so he gave up his intention to continue his disguise and slapped the ground with his right palm and stomped his feet, dodging Qing Yu’s life-threatening palm.
After dodging, Jin Mingxuan didn’t think of a counterattack, but fled quickly.
There was still strength left? Seeing this, Qing Yu’s eyes widened in surprise. That move, “Shocking Hundred Miles”, was one of the most powerful moves among the 18 Dragon Subduing Palms, and with the addition of “Qi Shuangliu”, it was even stronger.
It was surprising that Jin Mingxuan survived this move, but now he still had the strength to use his Kung Fu.
It seems that the protective vest he was wearing was very strong, at least Qing Yu asked himself if the golden silk vest he was wearing from Lord Wei was not as strong.
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t escape ——
The speed of Qing Yu is the best in the innate realm, Jin Ming Xuan could not even compete with him in his prime, let alone now when he is seriously injured.
The left leg was slightly bent, the right arm was bent inwards, and the right palm was drawn in a circle and pushed forward. The palm lift was the most famous of the 18 Dragon Subduing Palms, the “Hyper Dragon has Regrets”.
However, halfway through his palm, Qing Yu suddenly withdrew his palm and retreated.
In the next moment, a shower of dark rain shot out from Jin Mingxuan’s back, and upon closer inspection, it was actually countless black water droplets bursting out rapidly. These black water droplets pa*sed through the residual shadow left by Qing Yu and shot onto the trees and flowers behind him. The flowers and trees that were hit instantly turned black and decayed, quickly withering away.
That was close. Qing Yu thought to himself as he stood on a large tree, looking at the dark colour spreading upwards from the trunk.
If he hadn’t felt that Jin Mingxuan’s act of running away with his back to himself was so stupid that he didn’t look like he could fool himself for months, he would have used his “Hyper Dragon has Regrets”, which has a tenth strength and a twentieth strength, and left his strength to dodge, but if he hadn’t been caught off guard, he might have been shot by the poisonous water that looked so poisonous.
Even if he had read many medical books on poison and was good at using poison, he would not have had time to cure the poisonous water.
At that moment, Jin Mingxuan had already turned around and attacked Qing Yu in the tree. His face was still white and bloodless, but he was able to use his true qi freely, apparently using a secret technique to suppress his injuries.
Fleeing with one’s back to the enemy is an extremely foolish act, especially when one is still injured. Naturally, Jin Mingxuan did not want to do so. At this time, to fight for one’s life was the right way to survive in death.
What’s more, he was not without help. As he attacked Qing Yu, Jin Mingxuan opened his mouth to call out.
However, his action was interrupted by Qing Yu.
As soon as Qing Yu saw his action, he already thought of what he wanted to do. After all, the helper Jin Mingxuan wanted to call for had met Qing Yu a few moments before.
He flipped his hand and took out the long sword that he had hidden with his sword-hiding technique, and again he struck out with his harsh and poisonous “Sword Technique of Purging Evil”. At this moment when time was running out, Qing Yu gave up his intention to disguise himself as a Confucian disciple and used his most familiar and most ruthless “Sword Technique of Pervading Evil”.
The sword light flickered in Jin Mingxuan’s eyes and slashed across his throat.
“You ——” Jin Mingxuan reached out and pressed his hand against his throat, opening it to speak, but the blood flowing into his windpipe not only failed to make a sound, but also prevented him from breathing, and made him feel dizzy.
Qing Yu jumped down with his body and landed a little further away from Jin Mingxuan. Qing Yu, who had already guessed Jin Mingxuan’s identity from his various performances, did not dare to approach him easily. He was young, but if Qing Yu’s guess was correct, he was a very similar old C*nt to himself.
As a secret constable of Department Six, even if he was a half-a*sed constable, Qing Yu still knew something about the top figures of Department Six.
Under the Sheriff God, there are the Four Divine Constables. Apart from Lu Qifeng, the only one Qing Yu had ever come into contact with, there were also the “Blood-Handed Divine Constable”, Leng Mad Tu, the “Irregular Divine Constable”, Meng Wu Chang, and the “Bright Heart Divine The four of them, except for the “Bright Heart Divine Constable”.
The four of them, except for the “Bright Heart Divine Constable”, have all taken on disciples.
Seeing how Jin Mingxuan’s tricks and secret techniques were so varied, and knowing Luo Yan’s “listening to the wind”, he must be the disciple of Meng Wusheng, the “Uncommon Divine Constable”, who is versed in all kinds of strange techniques such as organs, secret techniques and poison techniques, and who is unpredictable.
“What a good disguise, Meng Wusheng’s disciple.” Qing Yu finally spoke up.
Jin Mingxuan looked at the unfamiliar face standing in the distance, but he felt that the eyes on his face were so familiar.
It was him, Jin Mingxuan suddenly remembered, those were the eyes of the man he had secretly observed many times before, the kind of eyes that hid coldness and ruthlessness underneath the calmness.
“Uhhhhhhh —— gurgle ——,” Kim Myung Hsuan opened his mouth to speak, but let the blood that was filling his windpipe again block his voice.
Recognize me? Qing Yu looked quietly at this “friend” that he had been with for months. It was only after truly recognising who he was that he realised how similar he was to himself.
Like Han Munsin, Kim Myung-heon was a man that Kiyoharu thought was similar to himself. He was a man of many tricks and always wore a mask on his face to confuse others, while he himself was very calm.
However, unlike Qingyu and Han Wenxin, Jin Mingxuan had never experienced any setbacks and was not as cautious as the two of them.
Otherwise, Jin Mingxuan would not have quietly left the dart with the cloth on the doorpost when he knocked on the door on that snowy night of the eighth day of the lunar month. Nor would he have set up and pretended to be asleep after stealing through Qing Yu’s bamboo slip.
He did not know that Qing Yu’s spiritual sense would sense that no one else had come outside the room that night.
Nor did he know that the bamboo slip, though seemingly ancient and with notes from many people, had no scent of anyone other than Qing Yu on it as it had been extracted from the system. Qing Yu often subconsciously practised the “Yin Yang Technique” while reading the bamboo slip, and it was covered with his own aura.
If other people touched the bamboo slips, they would inevitably disturb Qing Yu’s Qi.
Jin Mingxuan’s confident behaviour, in turn, became a fatal breach for him. And after he really began to suspect, Jin Mingxuan’s lack of caution made him even more flawed in Qing Yu’s eyes.
