Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 121 Will the Monster Also Admit Defeat?

According to the description in his mind,

Ye Que finally knew the truth of the River Soldiers.

The River Soldiers was raised by the innocent souls of the Luo River in the past ten million years. It was born in the battle of the Human Race and the Demon Race against the monsters. The River Soldiers was divided into two parts from the birth, and the infinite resentment turned into the River of the River Soldiers and controlled people's mind. The boundless fighting strength turned into the Soldier of the River Soldiers and was responsible for the fighting.

In general, the River could be regarded as the tool soul of the Divine Tool, the Soldier could be regarded as the body of the Divine Tool.

What had been hidden in the page of the Divine Book was the body of the Divine Tool River Soldiers.

The River Soldiers, which was invincible in the battle of ten million years ago, could break any swords and blades, and had eaten all kinds of magic treasures in the Human World. Therefore, it also gave the Divine Tool an ability to devour, the River of the River Soldiers was good at consuming the True Energies, and the Soldier of the River Soldiers was good at consuming the magic treasures.

The Divine Tool that appeared again was like a child who had been hungry for countless years. If it was not the suppression of the Divine Book, he would flee from Ye Que's body and ruin the Human World.

After so many days, it finally found a chance just now. First, it controlled the Noble Death Sword, and then controlled the Justice-seeking Sword. After a few mouthfuls, it devoured the two swords.

However, things always changed because of the cause-and-effect cycle.

Since Ye Que was not only the owner of the utmost treasure Divine Book and equipped with the Divine Energy, but also a half-requisite person of the Divine Tool River Soldiers, the addition of several reasons had somehow made the Divine Tool successfully recognized Ye Que as master.

Confusedly,

Ye Que actually had a Divine Tool.

No, it could only be regarded as a half, but half of the Divine Tool was indeed a Divine Tool.

With a thought in mind,

Ye Que had finally returned to the reality.

A small sand could hide a world. In the Divine Book of the Spiritual Sea, the time had passed for a long time, but in the real world, it was only a moment.

Time was relative to space.

The thin, old man was wrapped in the numerous gray spirits which had swept over the sky. His eyes were grim, but he looked like a winner. In his eyes, Ye Que was almost the lamb ready to be slaughtered. He really couldn't think of what change could the little boy make.

Ye Que, who was originally prepared to retreat at a very high speed, suddenly stood still and motionless at this moment. Even the eleven Spirit Swords that were originally suspended in midair were taken back by him.

He held his hand and his face was calm.

"You are just pretending to be profound!"

"Do you want to play an 'Empty City Planning'?"

"Do you think that I'm blind? Or a fool? That I will be deceived by this inferior deceptive trick? Ridiculous!"

The thin, old man waved a white flag, and with a palm fell from the sky, the power of the Spiritual Force blew away all the snow on the ground. At the same time, he jumped up, and his feet became sickles. He seemed to have merged with the dark clouds in the air. The numerous spiritual dark clouds and swinging snow had formed huge pressure like a mountain.

"Ha!"

With an angry shout, a mountain-like Spiritual Force attack surged towards Ye Que.

Until then, Ye Que still did not move, but looked up at the figure of the thin, old man, visually measuring the distance between them and the coverage of the gray dark clouds above his head.

Three steps!

Still a three-step distance.

When there were about only three steps from the old to Ye Que, he finally moved.

Draw the sword!

Ye Que made an incredible posture of drawing the sword in the air. You must know that there was no machete in his waist, and there was no sword either. There was nothing but the clothes and a sachet at the waist.

"Stab!"

A strange thing happened.

It was because of this extremely simple drawing type, the air on the snowy road suddenly condensed, and it seemed that even the wind in the mountain had stopped.

A blue sword appeared in the air. The sword was four feet long with one side sharpened. There were four sweeping lines on the sword, the handle was fastened, and the tip was straight. The sword was swung from his waist, and the right arm of the thin, old man was cut off with a simple move. At the same time, the white little flag in his hand was also divided into two, and the spiritual dark clouds which fell down with overwhelming pressure were now screaming desperately.

The murderous dead spirits seemed to have encountered a nemesis when encountering this sword, all of them turned around without costs. However, the dark clouds and the water from the waterfall had already fallen down, how could they turn back to the cliff?

The desperate screaming rang one after another.

The sword holding in Ye Que's hand directly released a huge ancient beast after a flutter of the sword. The beast rushed to the dark cloud like a wolf into the flock, and it could devour a lot of the dead spirits with one bite as long as they came close. There was no way for them to escape from it.

Without a stop, Ye Que turned around the blade and attacked the left arm of the thin, old man.

At this time, the thin, old man, full of horror, seemed to be unable to accept the fact now. It happened merely in a second, how could one become so different?

The white little flag in his hand was a magic treasure of about level three, it was cut into two parts by Ye Que's sword with a simple attack. And the gray dead spirits on the top of his head was very strong, why did they look like having encountered with a nemesis? They were actually escaping, let alone fighting.

Were there fears in the heart of the dead spirits?

The sword in Ye Que's hand was turned from the Divine Tool River Soldiers, and the shape was originated from the sword of his previous life 'Demon Killer'.

The thin, old man desperately fled backwards. At the same time, the black flames spread to Ye Que without calculating the costs. The black flames that could ruin corpses now seemed to have lost its power and became ordinary flames.

18 demo-killing strikes.

One strike after another.

When the last strike was wielded out, the resistance of the thin, old man was finally exhausted. The magic treasures that he had were all broken by the River Soldiers. Without the white flag and an arm, he had lost most of his fighting strength, now he was resisting Ye Que, who was holding the Soldier of the River Soldiers, simply with his cultivation base.

He could not compete with Ye Que at all.

Since the Divine Tool had already recognized its master, Ye Que and the River Soldiers had merged together, how the old man could resist such a power.

What was more, with an arm being cut off by the first strike, the True Energy in his body had lost a part of it immediately, and it seemed to have been absorbed by the Divine Tool.

Although the Soldier of the River Soldiers was good at devouring the magic treasures, it still had a certain ability to devour the True Energy in bodies, especially after a direct contact.

While one party became strong, the other part would become weak.

Finally,

With a big bang, the thin, old man was directly slapped on the ground by the sword on bended knees.

He spat out blood continually with a pale, scary face. It seemed that he had almost been beaten to death.

"I surrender!"

The thin, old man who fell to the ground suddenly shouted out. He surrendered to Ye Que! During the life and death battle, as a demon, he surrendered to a human cultivator!

Was this monster so frightened of being beaten that he didn't even need dignity?

The sword was stagnant. Ye Que raised the eyebrows and he felt some surprised. The thin, old man in front of him had a big difference with the monsters recorded in the book. Had the monsters that had not appeared for hundreds of years in this Divine Land changed? Or it was because they had stayed in the Human World for so long that they had infected human's traits.

As a 'monster', a creature that represented the fear, it would admit defeat!

Chapter end