Gululu...
Tang Zhao rolled down the steps.
The steps were very long and had rugged turns. It was naturally impossible for him to roll down all the way. After seven or eight steps, he hit a corner and physically braked to a stop.
"I...wipe..."
Tang Zhao only fell to pieces. He was confused for a moment and had no idea how he fell.
Was it recommended by the judge?
No……
As soon as Tang Zhao recalled it, he knew it wasn't the case. The boulder was still hanging, and it was impossible for the judge to come down. Moreover, there was no reason. The one who could sneak attack him from behind should be...
I could only hear a few noises at the entrance above my head, and then it suddenly became quiet with a thud.
The gate at the door is closed again!
It was originally dark underground, and it was also dark outside. It was hard to distinguish a few rays of light from the ground, but there was a layer of fence between them, making it even more difficult to see. The narrow passage has become a dark prison.
Tang Zhao was sitting on the steps. He didn't know what was going on up there. He just felt pain all over his body and his mind was still blurry. But he was no longer thinking about how he got here, but how he was going to leave?
Could it be that he was locked up?
Suddenly, an unusual feeling made his hair stand on end!
He didn't see anything. In the dark, his already short-sighted eyes couldn't see anything.
Not that I heard anything, there was no sound in the darkness.
Not smell, touch, taste...
That was the vigilance hidden in his most subconscious mind, and the moment it was touched, his hair stood on end!
Do it!
His first reaction was to draw his sword, but he had just fallen all the way, and all the magic weapons were thrown to an unknown place. His hands were empty, leaving him helpless, and he had accidentally hit his leg after falling. There, I was still sore and unable to exert strength or move.
The crisis was imminent, so he managed to lift himself up and push his palm forward——
It’s the same action he makes every day by pushing the stone!
In addition to sword practice these days, what he does most often is push stones. Pushing stones so persistently that it almost becomes a reflex for him, and he can't help but do this action at this time.
The palm left his body, and the crisis finally came.
Wind!
The piercing wind sound appeared out of thin air like an explosion, and it was very close at hand!
Tang Zhao's palm was slapping against the wind, and he immediately hit something——
A strong force surged forward, causing Tang Zhao's arm to shake and retract involuntarily. His body was also shaken backwards and fell to the ground.
"Hey, that's all! Boy, where's your previous Qing Gong? You're far behind compared to your strength!"
As Sun Sheng sneered repeatedly, a hand was grabbed from another direction. Tang Zhao instinctively tried to block, but someone grabbed his wrist, twisted it back, suppressed his hands, and then was lifted up and strangled. Covered the neck.
When it comes to close combat ability, Tang Zhao cannot be said to have rich experience, he can only say that he has no experience at all. He doesn't even have experience in street fighting when he was a child. He lost his sword and was bullied and subdued by others. He had no temper at all.
Who said that Guan Lei hasn't learned how to fight with others?
A thick arm strangled his neck. Tang Zhao had difficulty breathing and said: "Sun..."
The man shouted: "It's you, Mr. Sun Sheng!"
Sun Sheng was actually surprised. Before he and Tang Zhaolu fought, he was subdued by the other party's move. Although the weapon was sharp that time, the elegant and almost weird skills left a deep impression on him, so he used all his strength in the sneak attack just now, fearing that he was not strong enough, but he didn't know that the next two moves, although this kid had some He has strength, but he only practiced Kung Fu for three to five years. Later, he became more capable in close combat. How can he still have the exquisite body skills he had before?
He was happy and angry, and thought to himself: Damn it, I was shocked. It turns out that you, a young man, dared to threaten me with just one move, let's see how he will deal with you!
But the most important thing at the moment was the threat above his head. He didn't think that the other party was also an embroidered pillow. He grabbed Tang Zhao firmly and said loudly: "Judge, I have captured the child!"
After a while, the judge's voice was heard: "I'm going to arrest you. What are you shouting for?"
This voice was clear and steady, as if it was right next to my ears, and it sounded more decisive than Sun Sheng's loud roar.
Sun Sheng's momentum was slightly dampened, and he said hurriedly: "I know you like this kid, and if you don't treat him as a scapegoat like me, you definitely don't want him to die. Let me go, and I'll give him back to you. Let's make no mistakes. What’s wrong with river water?”
The air was slightly stagnant. After a while, the judge said: "I don't want him to die, but there is nothing I can do if he dies. I hate threatening people, and I can't make an exception for people who are not relatives, right?"
Sun Sheng tightened his arms and said, "Then I'll kill him." He wanted to tighten his arms again, but he remembered that the other party couldn't make a sound and couldn't arouse the anxiety of the person outside. He relaxed his arms slightly and held Tang's hand with one hand. Zhao's legs and said: "I will torture him little by little."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pierced Tang Zhao's skin.
He is known as the "Vulture", and his best skill is the Eagle Claw Skill. His fingers are as hard as fine steel, and he can poke a bloody hole in a person's body. With all five fingers going down, five bloody holes can be poked out at once.
He thought that this child was young and would cry when he saw some blood, which would put some pressure on the outside world.
Unexpectedly, Tang Zhao groaned, his whole body tensed up, and struggled endlessly, but he didn't scream out. Sun Sheng was not happy, and without moving his fingers from the wound, he dragged down on the spot, pulling out five deep blood marks, and said: "Get out." Make a sound and let your savior hear it."
Tang Zhao didn't answer and said "poof". The sound of his teeth could be heard in the darkness.
Sun Sheng sneered. He was a gangster. He had many ways of torturing people, and he had seen a lot of tough people. He was just worried about the threat above his head, so he didn't do anything ruthless. This guy didn't want to drink wine as a penalty, so he had to It's really hard for him.
He said slowly: "Okay, you little brat pretending to be a tough guy, I will deal with you the same way as a tough guy. How about pulling out your intestines? Or crushing your joints? Don't bully you too much, start with your fingers? "
It wasn't that Tang Zhao wasn't afraid, nor was he worried that he would implicate the judge above his head, he just held his breath and refused to admit defeat. When he was young and stubborn, he would sometimes feel angry and would not let go no matter what. Even though the pain of the wound brought tears to his eyes, he refused to show weakness.
Sun Sheng pinched Tang Zhao's finger and was about to exert force when he heard a voice above his head: "Actually, I'm very curious, how did you catch him? This kid is not bad at strength."
Sun Sheng said in surprise: "He? Strength? He has a lot of strength, but he is just a little bit stronger. His fists and feet are not as good as those of a seven or eight-year-old child."
The judge laughed when he heard this: "Really? So weak? Boy, have you lost your capital? Remember to find it back, otherwise you will be in trouble."
Tang Zhao reluctantly snorted in pain. Of course he knew what the judge was talking about. This code word couldn't even be called a code word. As long as one of his two weapons was present, it wouldn't be...
Sun Sheng said: "Hey, what do you think? I believe you are a hero. As long as you agree, I will return him to you as soon as I leave the villa. I won't delay your business."
The judge said: "I think this is better - use your teeth."
Sun Sheng was stunned and felt a sharp pain in his arm, but Tang Zhao opened his mouth and bit through his flesh. He let go after the pain, and Tang Zhao had already fallen to the ground and rolled down several steps.
But that was all, Tang Zhao did not continue to escape.
The basement was extremely dark. Even though Sun Sheng had good eyesight and was used to the darkness, he could only see Tang Zhao's figure lying on the steps, breathing heavily, as if he was panting.
Sun Sheng was furious and feared that he would slip away and spoil his big business, so he rushed down the steps to catch him.
At this time, Tang Zhao stood up and jumped towards him.
Sun Sheng could only see the outline and couldn't tell what the moves were. He used the Eagle Claw Skill and grabbed Tang Zhao with his sharp five fingers.
He was outstanding in light kung fu and extremely fast in movement, and he was able to get ahead of Tang Zhao...
"boom--"
Before he could reach him, he was hit head-on and was knocked backwards, falling on the steps.
what?
This time it was Sun Sheng who was stunned. Apart from the heavy blow, he only felt severe pain in his face and his face was covered with wet and sticky liquid.
Blood……
He's bleeding!
Sun Sheng screamed strangely, turned around and ran away. The inexplicable attack frightened him so much that he did not dare to turn around and fight.
The darker it is, the more unknown it is, the more fearful it is.
He wanted to run away, but Tang Zhao didn't let him go and swept forward with one step.
laugh--
There was another sound of hitting, and Sun Sheng staggered and ran up crazily.
He has been famous for his light kung fu for decades, and his attainments in body skills are still higher than those in claw skills. If he really ran away, Tang Zhao would never be able to catch up with him. Even if they were moving around in a room, he would be able to keep Tang Zhao at bay. I can't even touch the corners.
But there is no space here, there is only one road, and it has an end.
When he climbed to the top, he saw the fence tightly closed by his own hands.
There is a faint light coming through outside the fence, and there are infinite ways out there, but the cast iron railings block everything, like a dungeon.
Just when he felt desperate and was about to turn around and start fighting the trapped beast, another heavy blow hit him on the back.
"boom--"
His whole body was photographed hanging on the fence.
No……
This is not the power of young people!
Never mind that it is impossible to develop such strength after three, five or even ten years of training!
Why should he...
Bang bang——
Tang Zhao held his breath, stood on the steps under the fence and struck out with his sword. There was a muffled bang in his ears. He didn't have any swordsmanship skills. It couldn't even be called a slash, or it could be called a swing——
Sun Sheng screamed in agony at the beginning, but then it went silent, or it could be said that it was covered up by the sound of being hit.
"That's it—"
A hand reached out from between the two railings and grasped the wooden sword.
The overwhelming weapon stopped. Even if Tang Zhao didn't take the initiative to stop immediately, it also stopped completely in that hand.
Finally, Tang Zhao withdrew his strength, the wooden sword stopped completely, and his eyes were fixed on that hand.
There was a familiar glimmer in that hand.
Gangqi.
Extending from that hand, beyond the grille is a familiar mask.
The mask had no expression, only a very calm voice came from it.
"I can't tell that you are quite violent."
Tang Zhao was stunned. The masked man twisted the fire fold with his other hand, and the real fire light lit up.
The light of Gang Qi is similar to the light of the talisman in the magic weapon. It is a very subtle light source. It allows Tang Zhao to see it at a glance, just like seeing the magic weapon he dropped on the underground steps at a glance, but it does not seem to be the same. It can't light up the surroundings, let alone keep warm.
So, when the real light shone, Tang Zhao saw Sun Sheng.
Sun Sheng was spread out on the fence, with a weird posture, like an insect with broken legs. Half of his sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face was stained with blood, and there was still fear, shock and even despair.
Tang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
When he first struck, he actually couldn't see the other person's expression, and even the human shape was blurry. He didn't even feel that he was hitting someone, but that he was hitting a human-shaped sandbag, so he kept hitting, no matter Stop fighting, keep fighting...
But if he saw the blood flowing like a river in the place where the light shines, and saw the frightened and desperate face, would he still draw the sword so madly?
Even if you hate him for hurting you and want to retaliate in kind, you won't continue to beat him repeatedly and meaninglessly.
This is not what he should do towards "people" in his heart.
Tang Zhao didn't expect that he would be related to violence, but he was like a crazy tiger for killing people like crazy in the dungeon.
Once he was immersed in the darkness, lost his senses to help him judge, and lost his ability to discern, he also lost control.
"Thankfully you found a wooden sword. If it had been another sword, it would have been in pieces."
"I……"
Am I violent?
"Take it."
The judge put the fire fold into Tang Zhao's hand. The real flame was burning in his hand, and he could feel the warmth.
The feeling of it all came back. Sight, smell, touch, emotion, thinking, and his real sense of existence.
The fence is loose and the exit is open.
The judge first dragged out the dying Sun Sheng.
The entrance to the passage suddenly became wider. Under the firelight, bloodstains were stained on the magic weapon, witnessing the fierce battle just now.
No matter how unreal he felt just now, everything finally returned to reality.
"Medicine, apply it yourself. Wounds on the legs can sometimes kill people."
Tang Zhao took the thrown medicine bottle, lowered his head and applied medicine to himself.
The place where the leg was stabbed was still bleeding, and the medicine powder applied to the wound stung again. Tang Zhao grinned, thinking about the pain and powerlessness of being controlled and hurt again, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated.
There was a buzzing sound outside, and I didn't know what the judge was doing, so I heard him say: "Get out of the way, I'm coming down."
Tang Zhao held on to the wall and went down a few steps. His leg injury made it difficult for him to exert force, but he could barely walk. He suddenly said: "Well? Can you come down? Is the stone still hanging? How did you solve the problem?"
The judge said: "No problem for the time being. By the way, you haven't killed anyone, have you?"
Tang Zhao said: "No."
The judge said: "Then you are lucky, you don't have to kill anyone this time. He is still breathing, so I will kill him for you."
