After leaving Dingyuan City, Wu Gen felt his heart flying like a bird. After leaving the gloomy school captain's mansion, I feel relaxed both physically and mentally.
The horses kicked lightly on the light green turf, and frightened quails flew up from time to time. Recalling that Zhu Qianhua once joked that he was a quail, he suddenly felt that this gray little thing became cute.
After climbing over a hill, you can see the camp in the distance.
At the foot of the mountain is a peach forest. Because people have been walking for many years, a path has naturally formed. When approaching the peach forest, Wu Gen suddenly grabbed the reins and put his hand on the handle of the broken knife.
Beside the peach grove, a person slowly walked out.
This man was in his twenties, with a stiff face. He was standing in front of the forest with a fly whisk in his hand, looking coldly at Wu Gen who was coming on horseback.
Wu Gen's ears twitched slightly and his eyes glanced back. A young man with red hair, a strong physique and a red scimitar on his back appeared behind him. His uncontrollable murderous aura made the horses feel uneasy.
"Wu Gen, right? Don't leave. Throw your life away." The young man holding a whisk said coldly.
Wu Gen raised his chin and said, "Who are you? You dare to stop the officers and soldiers from doing their work. Don't think that just because you are holding a broom, you will yawn like a toad with a loud and scary tone. If a good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way."
The man was not angry. He gently shook the duster in his hand and said, "You must be a duck if you are so stubborn before you die. With your three-legged cat method, why not be more submissive and cut off the head yourself to save yourself a lot of suffering." "
Wu Gen thought for a while and nodded repeatedly, "That's fine. Being kind makes things easier. But before you die, you have to let me know which adult is interested in such a good head like me."
"Haha, it's not difficult. How dare you, a little middle-class man, to take advantage of a noble man? Mr. Qin has let you go many times, but you dare to use some underhanded tactics to ruin his good deeds." He lightly tapped his palms with a whisk and shook his head repeatedly.
"Third Young Master said, since we have left Dingyuan, I might as well twist off your head and make a urinal. Things in the capital are expensive, so save as much as you can. Be happy, and after we finish this task, the two of us will We have to rush to the capital to meet the young master.”
"It turns out to be the thief who broke the house." Wu Gen nodded, "I wonder which of the two of you is willing to come up and take my head?"
The man holding the whisk looked at the red-haired young man behind Wu Gen, but the other man folded his arms and showed no reaction. He could only say helplessly: "Then let you experience the alien's methods. Don't think that you can defeat a Daxia country." The ants don't know how high the sky is."
As he spoke, he shook the dust in his hand, and the silver thread as thin as hair suddenly swelled up, turning into a white snake and meandering towards Wu Gen. The snake's mouth opened and the fishy smell rushed out, making Wu Gen feel dizzy.
As soon as the white snake came out, the horse underneath him started to tremble, its hooves became weak and it whined endlessly.
Jumping off his horse, Wu Gen rolled on the spot and avoided the big snake's attack. But the horse underneath him suffered a disaster. It was bitten in two by the big snake and died on the spot.
Glancing at the red-haired young man behind him, Wu Gen stepped forward quickly on the snake's body, heading straight for the man holding a whisk. In the past, fights with people were mostly head-on confrontations between warriors, and this weird method was a bit tricky.
Seeing Wu Gen running towards him, the man didn't panic. He waved his wrist, the snake head dropped the horse's body and dived straight into the ground.
With a bang, gravel flew and the snake head emerged from under Wu Gen's feet again. The big snake's lantern-like eyes were red, its bloody mouth opened wide, and it bit fiercely.
The silver thread on this whisk was made by the young man's elders who beheaded a python that had been practicing for many years, cut open the skin, divided it into hair-thick pieces, and refined it bit by bit.
This object can transform into a big snake and bite, and it can also be entangled and strangled. It can be used for both long-distance and close-range attacks. It is really a great magic weapon.
If more people are killed, the whisk will naturally form an evil spirit. If you encounter a living creature, you may become timid before fighting, and your combat power will be reduced by three points.
Something like evil spirit is invisible and has no quality. It can also be called a kind of aura, which belongs to the existence outside the five senses. Some butchers have too much blood on their hands. When they pass in front of an animal, they feel the killing intent on their body. The animal will often collapse to the ground and let it be slaughtered.
Wu Gen's soul was powerful, so he was naturally very sensitive to these evil spirits. When he felt the snake head coming from behind, he didn't resist and just moved back and forth along the snake's body.
After a while, the long snake body was tied with a knot, and the snake's head was bound and unable to move.
When the red-haired young man saw this scene, he couldn't help but show ridicule on his face and sneered.
The young man's face was a little confused, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing. Two fingers of his left hand stretched out and slid down the right arm holding the whisk. Suddenly, the body of the big snake swelled up and became more than twice as thick. The snake's body glowed with red light, and the rich evil aura was almost substantive.
With a forceful effort, the snake's head was freed from the tangle, its body swayed, and with a slight whistle, the trees on the ground were plowed open by its huge body, and it chased Wu Gen with a rumble.
Looking at the fangs that were longer than his own body, Wu Gen did not hesitate, turned around and ran towards the young man. The big snake behind him was like a maggot attached to a bone, chasing after him closely.
When they arrived a dozen steps away from the young man, the big snake had already protected him in advance, waiting for Wu Gen to bump into him. Wu Gen turned around and ran to the other side, circling the young man.
Soon, with the young man as the center, a huge circle of dust flew, gradually blocking his sight.
The young man snorted, trying to fish in troubled waters with such shallow means. Lifting his right arm vigorously, he saw a snake head rising more than ten feet high in the middle of the huge smoke circle. He opened his big mouth and blew hard, and a smelly air wave spurted out. Under the roar of the wind, the sky was filled with The dust is swept away.
When the dust dispersed, the young man was slightly surprised, and Wu Gen's figure disappeared from the field. While he was wondering, he noticed that the red-haired young man was looking up. Following his gaze, he saw a small figure running upwards on the huge snake. The speed is so fast that the body is almost parallel to the ground.
Just as he was about to control the snake's head to turn, Wu Gen had already reached the position of the snake's head, jumped up high, cut off the knife in his hand and inserted it seven inches into the big snake.
Compared with the body of the big snake, the broken knife is like a toothpick, and I am afraid that even the red evil energy cannot penetrate it. But once the knife entered the body, it was like a hot knife cutting through fat, easily piercing the thick snake skin.
Wu Gen's eyes were full of mockery, "Look, you, the little snake, are more evil, or my sword, which has killed countless people, is more evil."
The big snake rolled up and down, roared upwards, and tried to throw Wu Gen off its back.
Wu Gen grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, clamped the scales the size of a washbasin between his legs, and turned around along the snake's neck. The big snake whined, its huge body quickly shrunk, and turned into dust again, and the filaments on the wooden handle fell one after another.
Seeing that the magical weapon in his hand was broken, the young man was furious. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Gen stomped his feet heavily after landing. The afterimage flew past and the person was already in front of him.
How could it be so fast? The young man was a little confused. In a hurry, he had to use his left arm to block the whizzing broken knife.
There was a crisp sound, and the sleeve on the young man's left arm was shattered into pieces by the huge force and flew down, and the broken knife was also bounced up by the shock.
Wu Gen was shocked. When he lowered his head, he saw that the opponent's arm had turned into a black sword. The young man knelt down on one knee, his face twisted, and he blocked Wu Gen's attack.
"Boy, do you think I only have a whisk to defend myself against the enemy? You actually forced me to resort to such methods." The young man said angrily, threw away the whisk, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.
He shouted to the red-haired young man in the distance, "Xueyong, how long do you want to watch the show? Hurry and kill this kid so that you can pay homage to Mr. Qin."
From the beginning, the red-haired young man named Xue Yong sat on the mountain and watched the fight between tigers and tigers. Seeing his accomplices suffer losses, he was indifferent.
Hearing the young man's greeting, Xueyong snorted coldly and took a step back, his attitude self-evident.
The young man was furious, "Xueyong, you retreated today and refused to fight when encountering the enemy. See if I don't report to the young master, you have lost your status as a middleman." Usually when young people fight with others, they mostly attack from afar. Transforming into a weapon is a last resort and his last resort to save his life.
Wu Genzheng looked at the young man's arms curiously. There was actually someone who could turn his flesh and blood into a weapon.
Hearing his clamor, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this man has no ability, but he is really stupid. Threatening teammates at this time is not to forcefully push them to one's side. At least, this means that the bloody brave will not cooperate with them to attack themselves again.
Relaxing in my heart, I thought of Shui Congyue's extremely simple three strikes during the battle with Gan Xing, and I couldn't help but feel that I might as well try with all my strength to see how far my fighting power was.
Taking a deep breath, the muscles on his body bulged, "Tianluo, kill." Wu Gen shouted, stamped his feet and jumped up.
Seeing Wu Gen's attack, the young man did not dare to neglect, and crossed his arms to protect himself.
A cold light flashed, and the young man felt a huge force coming from him. His body felt like it was hit by a running bull, and all the bones in his body were shaking.
Sure enough, it was still refreshing to hit people like this, Wu Gen secretly thought, no wonder Shui Cong Yueleng turned the halberd into a hammer. Without waiting for his body to stand firm, Wu Gen shouted again, "Transform into a slash". This move was even more powerful, as unstoppable as a horse's wave or a tiger's wave.
The young man looked ugly and stood up to face him. Years of experience tell him that if he doesn't take the initiative at this time, he will only become more and more passive. Only by breaking the opponent's momentum can he have a chance of victory.
The two collided in the air, and the air flow surged around them with the two as the center. All the trees within five feet fell down, and a large circular pit appeared under their feet.
The young man screamed and his left arm was cut off by the broken knife. For such a long time, Wu Gen carefully polished the broken knife, and the originally dull blade gradually became sharp. I don't know who used this knife. The material is very hard. Wu Gen tried it and it was hard to hurt it even with ordinary weapons.
The two separated, and the young man no longer had the will to fight. He turned around and ran in the direction of Xueyong, hoping that the other party could protect Ichigo. Looking at the young man who was running and turning back, heading straight towards him, Xueyong sneered and punched out suddenly. The fist was filled with blood mist and pierced directly through the opponent's chest.
The young man had blood gushing out from his mouth and nose, and looked at Xueyong in disbelief.
"Trash." Pulling out his fist, Xueyong pushed the young man contemptuously. The young man fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Wu Gen was not surprised by Xueyong's move. He was a cold and arrogant person who did not like to be coerced. The young man's words just now had already dug his own grave in advance.
"Your Excellency..." Wu Gen looked at Xue Yong, unable to guess what he would do next. This person seems to be quite strong. He has fought twice in a row and is really not sure of winning.
"Let's go. You have already fought a battle today. Killing you is useless." Xueyong tore off the young man's clothes and wiped his hands carefully.
"Then how should you explain to Third Young Master Qin?"
Xueyong curled his lips disdainfully, "That rice bucket is worthy of my explanation. If it weren't for the identity of the middleman, why should I submit to his disciples. Now that he has gone to the capital, from now on, I have nothing to do with him. The world is so big. , just traveling around.
But you, under the rule of his noble father, will probably die in two days. "Throw away the rag in your hand, turn around and walk away.
"Why help me?" Wu Gen shouted loudly.
"Don't be so sentimental, I just don't like that guy." Xueyong's voice came from afar.
Looking at his back, Wu Gen remained silent. Xueyong's words woke him up. Yes, it was time to leave Bao'an County. After all, the news that he was still alive would reach Qin Guan's ears sooner or later.
