When these soldiers summoned the painting scroll and painted spirits, Wang Fang's reaction was quite timely.

When the two constables showed hostility and summoned the scroll, Wang Fang felt that things might be beyond his expectations, and the other party's reaction was too big... The village burning case, as for the appearance of facing a great enemy?

Wang Fang, who noticed the danger, also summoned the Qiankun Painting Scroll.

As an apprentice of a first-level painter, Wang Fang is not able to draw too strong mental paintings. The only thing that can be used for battle is this painting scroll.

After seeing that the people surrounding him were all painters, Wang Fang's sense of crisis instantly reached the highest point. He no longer hesitated and directly unfolded the painting scroll Qiankun to summon the painting spirit Wukong.

In the middle of the rotating scroll, the Great Saint Wukong stood with his head held high with his head held high.

He was wearing golden armor, a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, his eyes were lit with fierce light, and fangs were exposed at the corners of his mouth. The momentum that rolled out from all over his body formed an air flow and spread outward, with extreme majesty.

At this point... After seeing that Wang Fang had such a powerful painting spirit, the soldiers of the North Palace Guard who had doubts about the village slaughter case basically determined that Wang Fang was the murderer.

After all, Wang Fang had just admitted that he did the case in Daokou Village. Now he has summoned such a strong painting spirit and has the strength to kill more than 100 villagers at the same time.

There are also messages from the crime scene and the time he entered the city yesterday.

All matched.

The murderer... is indeed Wang Fang.

Now Wang Fang summoned Hua Ling to resist stubbornly, and the Beidian Guard in charge of this case cannot let him escape. This is Zejun, and it will be King Jiang’s Dayhou in five days. No matter what sacrifice he makes, Wang Fang must be taken down here.

However, the soldiers of the North Palace Guard did not expect that the painting spirit released by Wang Fang from the painting scroll was so powerful.

The human-shaped painting spirit... is at least equivalent to the strength of the ninth-level Qianshan Governor of the Demon Clan, and corresponds to the ninth-level Mingxin painter who can enlighten the spirit of the painting spirit.

But Wang Fang, whom I saw in front of me, was obviously only 15 years old. Is he that powerful?

Let’s look at the painting spirits summoned by the soldiers of the North Palace Guards around, including jackals, tigers, leopards, lions, bears, geese and cranes, but none of them have reached the level of enlightenment. A one-on-one fight will definitely not be able to defeat Wang Fang’s painting spirit monkeys, but the army never pays attention to single fights in wars.

One of the palace guards unfolded a scroll again, and a kingfisher jumped out of the paper inside the scroll. After the scroll was closed and fell to the ground, the kingfisher that was rapidly leaving disappeared in the air and disappeared.

The messenger asking for help was released, and the personal soldiers took out a round shield from the newly unfolded scroll and stood side by side with their painting spirit War Bear. Then they said to Wang Fang: "Wang Fang, we are soldiers of the Beidian Guard! Since you know the case you committed, you should know that you will definitely not be able to escape today. I advise you to surrender obediently... Save the hardship of flesh and blood!"

When Wang Fang heard that the other party was the soldiers of the North Palace Guard and saw that they made such a momentum to capture him, he realized that the matter was more serious than he thought.

By the way!

These shameless villagers who can give their brothers and sisters to monsters for dinner against their conscience must have added fuel to the fire and said more things that are not good for them when reporting to the officials.

The one who burned the village was Wukong, so they must have framed him for collusion with monsters.

These troublemakers who bully good and fear evil!

Faced with the siege in front of him, Wang Fang felt that he would not fight if he could not fight. He went to the Capture Yai or the Beidianwei Yai. The truth was revealed when the two sides confronted each other. After all, a real painter could recognize that Wukong was a painting spirit, not a monster when he saw it.

"Brother Soldier..."

However, when Wang Fang was about to explain to Hua Ling for Zhan Xiong's personal soldiers, another personal soldiers behind him saw that Wang Fang's attention was attracted, and immediately directed Hua Linghu to pounce on Wang Fang's back.

The body of the Hualing Tiger is two meters long, with red and black fur, with a half-moon blade extending out on both shoulders, and the blade is sharp. The limbs are thick and powerful, and there is a hook-shaped scimitar at the elbow joint. The tail behind the butt is one and a half meters long, and the second half is a barbble whip.

With the sword teeth that stand out from the corner of the mouth, this spiritual tiger is really a weapon for killing people from beginning to end.

These two personal soldiers who trapped Wang Fang were originally partners, one was the main attacker and the other was the main defense and restraint.

They have a very tacit understanding between each other, and the attacks behind them are completed.

After receiving the painter's order, the painting spirit tiger rushed out instantly, and its outstretched claws scraped deep scratches on the bluestone ground. After jumping up, the huge body revealed a large shadow on the ground, and bright flashes reflected on the blades all over the body.

The tiger that leaped into the village was about to slaughter the criminals.

However, just as the body of Hua Linghu's pounced off the ground, a blurred shadow with a bar shape flashed, and then a rod head twitched towards his face.

Faced with the sudden attack, Hua Linghu did not react at all, and did not even see clearly what was hitting him.

The body that was originally rushing forward was immediately hit by the stick and flew horizontally.

A cry of wail sounded halfway, and the sound of the spirit tiger disappeared. Its body flipped horizontally uncontrollably, and the starlight that began to scatter from its head disappeared.

Before I could touch the shop on the street, the painting spirit tiger disappeared. However, the airflow it swept up by the sticks crashed into the shop like an air cannon.

The explosion sounded in the silk shop, and then all kinds of cloth rushed out and the airflow flew out and floated down the street.

Everyone was stunned on the spot!

In fact... he actually scattered a seventh-level painting spirit tiger with one blow!

What is the thing that hits the painting of the spirit tiger?

It was a rod head with a golden hoop. The rod head extended five meters backwards, and the other end was grabbed in the hands of the monkey who was painting spirit-summoned by Wang Fang.

The monkey stood there without moving a single step, holding the stick in one hand as if he didn't use much force, and he didn't even look here.

It looks like killing a fly.

But... the iron rod just now was only as tall as the eyebrows, so why did it suddenly become so long?

Just when the soldiers were puzzled by how the iron rod became longer, the five-meter golden cudgel was quickly shortened and returned to its original appearance.

Wukong took back the golden cudgel, turned around for a few times and then stood on the ground heavily. Then he said contemptuously: "What a tiger, why is it full of useless things!

Even my old son can't handle it, so do you have the courage to ambush the King Master here?

Let me see what you are...

Humph! There is no one who can fight."

After glanced around, Wukong looked even more contempt, his eyes just like a group of ants.

Just now, Wukong scattered the spiritual form of the painting spirit tiger with one stick. This painting spirit tiger with a level seven was completely dead. The painting scroll it had appeared without being summoned, and then it also scattered into a starlight.

The painter of the Linghu, the personal guard of the Palace Guard, was also stunned on the spot. It took him a lot of time and experience to cultivate this scroll of Qiankun. He had experienced many battles with the Linghu and had deep feelings.

As a result, they were broken up without preparation.
Chapter completed!