Ji Ping'an interrupted him and said:

"I'll just ask you one thing, do you know what will happen to the people of Yuhang after the national fortune is drawn?"

The Shadow Protector stared at him and said sarcastically:

"So what if you know? Could it be that the hero was reincarnated by that time? Messing in other people's business?"

Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:

"I'm not a knight, and I've never said I'm a good person..."

Are you a good person?

Perhaps when I was still alive, I could barely count as half of it.

However, when he was wanted by the entire Zhengdao, he had to kill some righteous people with passion in order to survive.

Those people are not evil people, and they even have to kill themselves as the "Demon Lord" with their lives...

From then on, he knew that he could no longer be considered a "good person".

When the national savage arrived, he fought with the first emperor of the Divine Emperor in the east and west, and passed by the army, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command. Who dared to say that no innocent people were affected during the process of conquering the world?

Therefore, it is even more impossible to be considered a "good person".

When the Four Saints Cult members heard the first half of the sentence, their expressions were slightly slower, thinking that the other party had no intention of being hostile to them.

However, the next second, Ji Ping'an said:

"But I once promised someone to guard his empire for him."

His eyes fell on the cracked statue of the Wu Temple, with a complex expression:

"I originally thought that everyone was dead, and the promise was over. Who would have thought that they would live again... Then it would be hard to sit back and watch you do this, otherwise they would never look good when they meet each other in the future."

The Grand Master of the Great Zhou... is a shameless person.

Ji Ping'an smiled and said:

"So, you can't move the luck of this city."

The Shadow Protector's face suddenly became gloomy. He didn't know who the "friend" he said was, or he had a vague idea, but he didn't think much about it:

"Do you think you can stop it?"

The next second, before Ji Ping'an could answer, the figure of the Four Saints's guardian suddenly collapsed and turned into a ball of rotating black lines, blended into the ground, and disappeared into the shadow.

Extremely abrupt!

No time to respond.

Just the next second he disappeared, in the shadow behind Ji Ping'an, the shadow protector quietly emerged, and the scarlet blood-red gloves grabbed the back of his head!

"Woo!"

The wind was broken.

At this moment, even the masked warriors of the Four Saints did not expect that their guardians would take action so suddenly.

However, Hongying knew: If the young man in front of him was indeed an "old friend", even if the return time was still short, it would still not be underestimated.

With this grab, the five fingers almost tear the air apart. When the five fingers close together, the air in the palm of the palm was pinched and sound burst out.

Unfortunately, he did not catch Ji Ping'an's half-corner. A second before the opponent took action, Ji Ping'an took a step forward without any haste.

not much.

Just one step.

But it is a critical distance that is enough to avoid this attack.

“Predict?!”

The shadow guardian's pupils contracted slightly. He also followed the Four Saints Masters back then, with extraordinary eyesight. He immediately realized that the other party could avoid it because he did not use some kind of "scheme", but simply predicted by the warrior.

While taking a step, Ji Ping'an took a step, he grabbed his spare right hand casually from the air.

"Clang!"

At this moment, under the pull of the power of "Taibaixing", the scabbard in the hand of a masked warrior suddenly trembled, and the steel knife inside slipped out of the scabbard on its own, pulling out a afterimage, and handing the hilt into Ji Ping'an's hand.

"Be careful, he will grab the knife..."

Half of the reminder was still in his throat, and Ji Ping'an gently twisted his feet on the floor tiles of the long street, and his right knife was slashed and slashed.

A sneering sound... as if the cloth was cracked, the shadow protector was cut in half, returning to a pure shadow, falling to the ground, and shadows squirming and quickly blending into the darkness.

Disappear without a trace.

"Wait and retreat!" A voice suddenly sounded. It was an order to the other masked warriors.

With just this one round, the Shadow Protector has been confirmed that this person's strength is definitely not a rival to a group of subordinates.

Although staying can be entangled for a while, it is meaningless to reverse the victory. Instead, it will lose the power of the church in vain.

"How dare you speak in front of me?"

Ji Ping'an smiled and threw the steel knife out casually.

In an instant, under a certain wall, bricks and stones splashed in the shadows, earth and stones flew, and a large ball of dust fell down. Half of a steel knife had been embedded in the stone wall, and the remaining half was shaken.

The other masked warriors were shocked when they saw this. They retreated to the distance without any nostalgia, but did not escape, but left the battle group to watch. Obviously, they did not think that the Protector of Shadow would be defeated.

Sure enough, as the subordinates who were in the way dispersed, the red shadow hidden in the shadow snorted.

This time, the hum did not come from one place, but came from all directions.

The long street leading to the Wu Temple is remote, with long walls on both sides. At this time, the wind blew the clouds and revealed a waning moon.

Ji Ping'an's eyes swept through, and he saw hundreds of "shadow protectors" emerged from the shadows in the entire street and alleys, each of which was exactly the same and came to him at the same time.

"Look at which one is the real me!" Hundreds of people spoke at the same time.

Ji Ping'an looked plain, and his right hand hooked, and a ray of light was released at the tip of his fingers, connecting the handle of the knife, like a golden chain.

Immediately, he pulled it gently, and the steel knife embedded in the wall pulled out, rotating and flying backwards. The jumping golden electric arc climbed over the blade, making a "bang" explosion like a high-voltage motor.

Then, as he turned gently, the steel knife connected with the arc chain drew a round circle with him as the center.

"Shit"...

As the blade passed, the "Shadow Protector" were torn and smashed and fell to the ground, like the ground wet by rain.

At the same time, he gently threw the lantern toward his head, grabbed the air with his left hand, and his wrist slightly sank.

A mountain god stick with a thick top and thin bottom, with brown green embellishment was dragged out from the different space.

A wooden stick hits the ground.

A "dong" sound was made, with the wooden stick as the core, and ripples spread.

The blue bricks squirmed piece by piece, undulating like water waves, and the shadows on the ground were swallowed by the soil. In an instant, there was no shadow in the large area around him.

At the end of the ripples, a shadow was "squeezed out" by the soil, and it was wrapped around and condensed into the magic guardian wearing red gloves.

His face was ugly, his face was almost distorted, staring at Ji Ping'an in disbelief:

"Who are you?!"

As the Four Saints Guardians, he is different from Zhu Xunna and other martial artists. He is a monk who has been given the magical skills by the leader.

This kind of shadow magic is rare among ancient practitioners.

The requirements for practitioners are quite strict, and the corresponding one is that most people will lack the means of suppression due to their lack of understanding.

It is precisely because of his advantage in martial arts that he often has the advantage against practitioners of the same level.

However, for some reason, the young man opposite seemed to be extremely familiar with his abilities. He forced him out of the prototype by just two spell casts.

This is by no means something that can be done by just "knowing" yourself.

Ji Ping'an put away his staff and picked up the lantern falling from the air in his hand, calmly saying:

"Apart from this sentence, don't you say anything else? Or do you mean that you were suppressed in Qingya for too long and lost your ability to speak?"

Upon hearing this, the shadow protector suddenly burst into anger in his heart!

In the past, due to grudges in the world, his whole family was slaughtered, and his enemies were pressed on Qingya and punished by his enemies. He was whipped and tortured again and again. He was then taken away by the Four Saints Sect Masters and trained to be the protector of the Demon Sect...

And that unknown past has become the most painful scar in his heart, or the inner demon.

If someone mentions this in front of him, his anger will destroy his reason.

"You're looking for death!"

The Shadow Protector's expression was distorted, and some memories that had been sealed for a long time in my mind were surging.

Two red gloves suddenly dripped blood out.

Immediately, he suddenly took off the glove in his left hand and revealed a right palm with a bright silver metallic luster. Immediately, he threw the glove to the side.

The seemingly light glove fell to the ground and made a dull "bang" sound.

Suppressed the sound of the wind.
To be continued...