The wind whizzed by his ears, and Wu Dian fell rapidly. His magic power was running, and his whole body was as hard as steel. He hit the artificial stone ground downstairs like a stone, making a loud "bang" sound. , a large piece of stone was broken.
Wu Dian stood up from his crouching position as a buffer. He was completely calm. He smiled and said to the middle-aged man who had just jumped down: "Strong man, why are you running so fast? I just want to talk to you."
The middle-aged man screamed: "Talk about your sister!" He turned around and ran away. As soon as he ran out, he howled miserably. His feet were in confusion and he fell heavily to the ground. However, he was struck by the flying sword again, and Wu Dian was injured. , this sword struck his lower body!
Although the substitute technique can divert the damage, the pain has to be borne by himself. This time, the pain was so intense that it was so intense that the middle-aged man could hold back from rolling, which was already a sign of great perseverance.
He turned around and stared at Wu Dian fiercely: "You are so cruel, are you afraid of hurting your two compatriots? Where is your morality?" As soon as he finished speaking, there was another scream, and he was slashed on the buttocks.
Wu Dian shrugged: "Those two were killed by you a long time ago, and they were even made into substitutes. Do you think I can't tell? If I don't control you, more people will die." After that, he struck out with another sword, Cut him hard on the arm.
The middle-aged man snorted and laughed sinisterly: "Yes, I have trained them into 'corpse puppets' long ago to resist harm. If you want to kill me, first chop your two compatriots into flesh." Mud it!”
Wu Dian responded calmly: "Okay!" The flying sword was launched, and one strike hit him harder than the other, but it struck him on his hands, legs, and back, avoiding his head and chest.
The middle-aged man howled loudly in pain and kept rolling, trying to avoid the damn flying sword, but how could he dodge the extremely fast slash that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
He saw that it wouldn't be long before the "corpse puppets" were all consumed, and he would be killed by then. His heart suddenly crossed, and he used a forbidden secret method in the religion, muttering something in his mouth. Suddenly, he roared loudly, his muscles and bones expanded, his fangs protruded, and countless bone spurs pierced his skin, growing out of his back and turning into a ferocious monster!
Its eyes were already blood red, and it stared at Wu Dian. It bent down and exerted its strength, and suddenly pounced over, determined to die together.
Wu Dian praised: "The Super Saiyan has transformed!" The flying sword slashed again, but this time it was defeated. There was a muffled "pop" sound, leaving only a ball of blood on the monster, and It didn't cause much damage. I guess he had this idea too, to hold the flying sword against his body and tear him apart!
Wu Dian curled his lips. After all, it was an ordinary flying sword made from black water black iron, and it was still not powerful enough. Seeing that the monster was approaching, I stretched out my hand, grabbed the monster's arm, used the power of its forward motion, swung it half a circle and smashed it to the ground!
Before the monster god came back, he was already in a state of disrepair. His whole body was on the ground, which meant that he no longer felt any pain under the secret method, or he would have fainted. Just as it shook its head, trying to figure out what was going on, it became light, flew up again, and hit the ground hard again, "Boom"!
Just like that, Wu Dian was just like swinging a broken sack, smashing it with great joy. After a while, he felt that there was no strength left in his hand to struggle. He picked up the thing and took a look: "Huh? He passed out." He threw it to the ground with shaking hands and used the "Qingling Spell" to slap it in.
The cursed light penetrated deeply into the body and froze all the changes in the monster. Soon, the bone spurs shrank and the limbs recovered, turning into the middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks again, only in tatters and in a state of embarrassment.
Wu Dian raised his head and exhaled, preparing to soothe his excitement. Only then did he realize that at some point, a violent fighting scene had alerted the residents upstairs. They were all watching from behind the windows. No one dared to say anything. Seeing him watching Many people came and hid inside.
Wu Dian smiled, waved his hand and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, I'm a good person, I'm fine!" However, who believes that he is a good person like this? No one dared to answer.
At this time, the man on the ground groaned. Wu Dian knelt down and found that he had woken up, but his eyes were dull, and he no longer had the viciousness he had at the beginning. Wu Dian asked softly: "What is the name of your sect?" The man seemed to have lost his mind and said honestly: "My religious name is Zhenyang Sect!"
Wu Dian asked again: "What is your name? How did you find the Zheng family? Does anyone else know?" The man then told the story of his incident in detail.
It turns out that this man's name is Xing Desheng, a Chinese whose ancestors immigrated to Southeast Asia. His family has believed in the Zhenyang Sect for generations, and he joined the sect at a young age. Because of his good talent, he accumulated merit and became an elder in the sect. He is second only to the guardians and leaders of the sect, and he is considered a powerful sect.
As for the one who bowed his head to Mr. Zheng, he was Xing Desheng's son, or the son of him and his biological sister. Because it was contrary to human ethics, he was not allowed to join the religion, and he only secretly taught some superficial spells.
His son had been wandering around, doing evil with the help of magic, and coveting the high rewards given by Old Zheng's opponents, so he tried his best to harm Old Zheng. However, he was beaten by Wu Dian Chuchu, and his whole body was exhausted, and he died miserably.
It was already a month after Xing Desheng received the news, and he went back and forth to investigate the murderer. His son had killed many people in Nanyang, and the investigation was very labor-intensive. Fortunately, the Zhenyang Sect was very powerful, so he was able to find them one by one and killed many. The person finally locked on Mr. Zheng.
Xing Desheng knew that someone was helping Mr. Zheng, so he thought of getting rid of him, so that he could get his revenge completely. So he hid it from the people in the sect, used a false identity to enter the country, and quietly lurked around the Zheng family to investigate. He soon discovered that the Zheng family was obviously protected by magic, and the person behind it was an expert!
He is a cautious person and strives to be safe, so he has made a series of arrangements to lure people out and catch them all in order to fully avenge his son's murder!
Wu Dian nodded after hearing this, understanding the cause and effect, and felt relieved. It would be good if no one else knew about it, so as not to beat the young and the old to take revenge. If I don't practice anymore, will I just guard the Zheng family and kill you?
He asked what he was most concerned about: "You preached that the legend of sword immortals was recorded in the classics. Where are the classics?" Xing Desheng took out a bunch of things from his arms and pointed to a leather booklet: "The classics are here."
Wu Dian was overjoyed: It’s really wise of you not to cut off your chest! Sure enough, you have something. Why do you bring these important things with you? Isn’t this a sincere gift to dad? It seems that you can't punch anyone in the chest when fighting with others in the future, otherwise it would be a shame to ruin a good thing!
He picked up the booklet, which had a few seal characters written on it, "Zhenyang Secret Code", and flipped through it. They were all written in Chinese characters, and the words were quaint. No wonder Xing Desheng spoke in an ancient style. It seems that this Zhenyang sect is There is no doubt that China has been passed down since ancient times, and its culture is well preserved.
While I was flipping through it, a piece of silk fell out, with some images of islands drawn on it. Wu Dian asked: “What is this?”
Wu Dian nodded with satisfaction, put the picture in his inner pocket, pointed to the ground and asked.
The pile of things were bottles and jars. Xing Desheng said that they were all tools and materials for his magic. Only a piece of jade was obtained accidentally. He suspected that it was related to the rumored Immortal Cave, so he did not tell anyone. He was secretly investigation.
