The rising sun caused a cloud to appear, and a camel appeared vaguely in the endless desert. The black figure wearing a cloak reflected a sad color. No one knew whether it was a human being or a withered skeleton that had been walking in the desert for many years.
At this moment, strong winds blew in front of us, rolling up yellow sand all over the sky.
Several rays of white light appeared in the wind and sand, shining on the face of the man in black on the camel. The wind and sand have not stopped, and the camel caravan is still moving forward. The white lights seem to move as the camel caravan moves forward.
Everything returned to calm, eerily quiet, with only the clanking of the camel team and the breathing of the three horses in the air.
A withered poplar tree still did not fall. He stood so proudly behind the three men in black.
The camel caravan was still the same caravan, still driving slowly towards their direction. The three of them didn't know whether the camel was a human or a ghost, because the three of them had not noticed the changes on the camel team from the beginning to the present.
The wind wasn't blowing too hard, and so far, the three of them still hadn't seen the face of the person on the camel. At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere became tense. It was no longer as dull and weak as before. Even the camel felt something was wrong and stopped moving forward. What the three people on the horse didn't expect was that the man in the cloak on the camel seemed to move. What the three of them never expected was that the man in the cloak didn't make a move, which even made the three of them suspicious of the man on the camel. It was not a human being, but a withered skeleton, a dead skeleton that had traveled through the desert for several years. But the black cloak was brand new, which made the three of them hesitate.
At this moment, the cloak began to shrink inwards, as if as they expected, the thing on the camel was probably a skeleton wrapped in black.
A ray of rays of light fell from the sky, stirring up calm waves, making the tranquility no longer peaceful, and the fear no longer shocking... Three pairs of vicious eyes stared at the direction of the rays of light's destruction.
"Clang, ding, ding, ding, hiss." The knife that came from nowhere was a machete, blocking the deadly glow and the three swords.
"Pfft, swish-swish-puff~puff~" White powder spread to one person's eyes, and then the knife formed countless phantoms in front of another man in black. Blood was flying in front of the man in black, and countless knife shadows were seen. Wandering around him.
"Ah! My eyes, my eyes..." The eyes of the man in black who fell off the horse were filled with blood. His trembling hands ignored the sand and touched his own eyes.
Not far from him, there was a bloody white skeleton. Rags and bloody flesh were scattered all around. All this was done by one person, the man in black cloak on top of the camel.
"Ghost, ghost! It's a ghost..." The remaining man in black was frightened and ran away screaming.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The scimitar was like a spinning top, flying toward the fleeing man's neck with a pungent cold wind.
At this critical moment, he got rid of the entanglement of death.
"Keng~!"
A flying snake knocked down the scimitar.
No, specifically, it was an iron chain several feet long, which was more appropriate. Looking along the chain, he saw a man in his late forties, with a slightly long beard, saber-shaped raised eyebrows that evoked a domineering look, and a purple robe swaying in the air.
"If my guess is correct, you are the Tartar Skeleton King. These people were forced to become bandits. Do you want to kill them all?" the purple-robed man said angrily.
"I never thought that Fan Chongtian, the Iron Chain King, would be here and want to be a hero who fights against injustice! Very good! Very good! If all the heroes in the world knew that you, Iron Chain King Fan Chongtian, sacrificed their lives to fight against injustice, they would definitely give you Build a thousand-year monument. Hahaha...!" The Skeleton King smiled, and then said: "Okay! In that case, I will help you today."
"Keng~!"
I saw an iron chain hitting the Skeleton King continuously with a powerful sound.
Fan Chongtian returned to the Central Plains today. He was in a good mood to visit relatives all the way, but unexpectedly he encountered this incident. Not only did the Skeleton King not give him face, but he also spoke rudely. He also wanted to kill this so-called chain king in the martial arts myth after Hu Xiaotian in the Central Plains. How could Fan Chongtian not be angry? He had been walking around the world for decades, and no one knew about it. No one knew about the iron chain in his hand.
People in the world call it: a black snake roams everywhere, a brave and brave man. He has a sense of righteousness and is known as the Living King of Hell.
The sky is full of spy shadows, and it's hard to tell which ones are real and which ones are fake. Sometimes it's like a black cloud containing evil energy, and sometimes it's like a giant axe, striking at the Tartar Skeleton King.
"Poof!" The Tatar Skeleton King's mount was split in half by Fan Chongtian's iron chain, and most of it was stained with blood. The scene is horrific. The Tartar Skeleton King was also knocked off his horse, and the clothes on his chest were also cut open. The Skeleton King who fell to the ground felt like his body was on fire, and a torrent suddenly surged into his heart.
"puff!"
Blood spat out of his mouth.
The Tartar Skeleton King never expected that this Central Plains martial arts myth was indeed extraordinary. No matter how fast his Soul Remnant Knife was, it was not as fast as Fan Chongtian's iron chain. Swinging the chain is like swinging a whip, and every move is strong and powerful. Even Iron Chain King Fan Chongtian is so terrifying, let alone Hu Xiaotian. If it were Hu Xiaotian, the only choice he could make was to wait for death. Fan Chongtian only made three moves. He was already like this. If he had made four moves, he would have been killed long ago.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a pungent smell, creating a sense of desolation.
Fan Chongtian walked slowly towards the Tartar Skeleton King.
He was indeed curious. He had heard people in the world mention this Tatar Skeleton King, and he wanted to see the true face of this Tatar Skeleton King in Lushan.
The Tartar Skeleton King does not want to die, because there are still many things in the world that he has not done, and now he can only gamble with his own life. His face pretended to be frightened. Just one step away, he begged Fan Chongtian to spare him.
"Master Fan, I am short-sighted! I am so selfish and arrogant that I have offended you. I ask you to spare my life. I will thank you for not killing me in the future! I will turn my back on evil and never step foot into the Central Plains again." Hitting the sand in front of Fan Chongtian's feet.
Iron Chain King Fan Chongtian raised his head and looked at the empty blue sky. There was not even a trace of white cloud left in the open space.
Then he lowered his head and said to him: "I have been traveling around the world for decades, and I have done hundreds of things that have benefited me. What you did today is really the anger of both humans and gods. Even if I keep you, God will not keep you. Life and death are long. The energy gathers and dissipates. As long as you don't help Zhou to do evil or do evil in the future, I will let you live today."
"Thank you, Master Fan! Thank you, Master Fan! I will never dare to do it again in the future." As he spoke, the Tartar Skeleton King raised his head slightly and looked at Fan Chongtian, with a treacherous smile on his face.
Fan Chongtian saw this and asked, "Why don't you leave?"
At this time, three skeleton kings appeared in front of Fan Chongtian. He wanted to take action, but he couldn't exert any strength.
"You, you...how dare..." He pointed at the Tartar Skeleton King and said angrily.
I saw the Skeleton King taking out a bottle-shaped object from his arms. Only then did he realize that the dark wind accompanied by the pungent smell just happened to be blowing from the side of the Tartar Skeleton King.
"Hmph! Fan Chongtian, my hero Fan! I have kowtowed to you three times today! You should be satisfied. But don't worry, you won't die. It's just that you can't make your own decisions in the future. Only I am I can only let you do it, that’s because you were hit by my soul-losing technique. Hahaha..." The Tatar Skeleton King laughed proudly.
It turns out that when the Skeleton King began to beg for mercy, he secretly used his dangerous skill, the Lost Soul Technique. Fan Chongtian never thought that he would end up with his own failure. He regretted, regretted his kindness as a woman, and regretted not killing the treacherous villain in front of him. He regretted that he would follow these demon sect members to harm the world from now on. But this was no longer his choice. Fan Chongtian smiled sadly and said: "I have been wandering around the world for decades, saving people's lives in water and fire, and now I have to endanger the world with this dirt. This makes me feel uneasy. I regret it." It’s too late!”
This was an ending that shouldn't have happened, but it happened to him at this time. He didn't want to suffer like this. He had no choice but to relieve his pain. He slowly raised his hands, but when he tried harder, he found that this method was useless.
"Why...why is this happening? I...my inner strength..." Fan Chongtian looked at his hands in confusion, and then moved his gaze to the proud Tatar Skeleton King.
"Don't think about committing suicide, just obey my orders obediently! Hahaha..." the Tatar Skeleton King said with a proud smile.
"rat…!"
"You are wrong! As a member of the Demon Sect, I, the Tartar Skeleton King, should not describe us as despicable. To achieve the goal, we must do whatever it takes. This is a good choice. How can we describe people as despicable? ? If you are in such a desperate situation, you will resort to insidious tricks in order to survive. It's a pity that you, Fan Chongtian, don't have that chance now. But fortunately, follow me, and I will never treat you badly in the future!" The Tatar Skeleton King Smiling softly, he continued: "If word spreads in the world that your Iron Chain King Fan Chongtian was defeated by me, the Tartar Skeleton King, then my reputation as the Tartar Skeleton King will be a blockbuster! And your Iron Chain King Fan Chongtian will be disgraced. , What a terrible defeat!"
"What do you want to do with such intentions?" Fan Chongtian looked at the Tartar Skeleton King quietly, wondering why the Tartar Skeleton King didn't kill him.
"I just want you to do something for me." The Tartar Skeleton King said simply.
Fan Chongtian looked at the Tartar Skeleton King in front of him, and seemed to know what the Tartar Skeleton King was thinking. He said with disdain in his eyes: "Do you think you can do whatever you want by controlling me? As long as there is news about me in the world, you will become the target of being hunted down."
"Hahaha...! Do you think I will really leak the news? Even if I do, the place you appear today will be the last place. From now on, people in the world will never hear about you again. No one can see your true face. And this place will disappear from everyone's mouth along with you." The Tatar Skeleton King smiled.
"What exactly do you want to use me for?"
For some reason, the Tartar Skeleton King smiled very proudly. Said: "You said once a kind-hearted person changes his original nature, what do you think he will become in the eyes of the public? Will he still be the great hero praised by others like he was originally? Or will he be like that? What if you become a notorious traitor? If that happens, your family may be implicated along with you, especially your lovely daughter. By then, I’m afraid the consequences will be the same as those of the original one. Just like Zhao Yueheng, no one in the whole family was spared."
"You beast! I didn't expect that even mother and daughter would be spared! Aren't you afraid of retribution!" Fan Chongtian was very worried because he hadn't seen the mother and daughter for a long time. Now that he is poisoned by the Tartar Skeleton King, he may soon become what the Tartar Skeleton King said.
"Don't worry, as long as you obey me obediently. Mother and daughter will never be harmed by you, let alone their lives." The Tatar Skeleton King turned his back to Fan Chongtian and looked around. The endless desert threatened.
Fan Chongtian did not expect that the Tartar Skeleton King would threaten him with the lives of their mother and son. If he doesn't agree, then their mother and son will be implicated. Now he has no choice, maybe this is his only choice.
"Okay! I promise you."
"Although you agreed, it does not mean that I will completely trust you. If you want others to believe you, you have to do something that others can believe in you, such as..." With that, the Tatar Skeleton King raised his head He held his hand and walked slowly towards Fan Chongtian.
"You want to abolish my martial arts?"
"No, just control your mind." After saying that, he pressed his hand tightly on Fan Chongtian's head.
After a while, Fan Chongtian fainted and fell to the ground.
[Question: 1. Will the Tartar Skeleton King promise Fan Chongtian not to harass his family?
2. Will the Tatar Skeleton King let Fan Chongtian be used as cannon fodder? 】
