Not long after he finished speaking, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, as if the armored army in the sky was beating drums to cheer up, and gods were killing people from north to south. Yun Zhong came back to his senses and looked closely. There was no trace of Wu Shuang in the carriage. Only the whistling sword energy floated and landed at the young man's feet.
"You wait here and come back as soon as you go as a teacher."
In the midst of the ink rain on Yunshan Mountain, a sword immortal stepped on his sword and walked away. His clothes were wet and he was extremely depressed. However, he suddenly returned to Caixian Beach in one breath. Thunder followed him, and it was difficult to escape his back.
On Baizhang Street outside the Zhang Mansion, the calm old man had three bloody holes all over his body. When the strong wind passed, a rain of blood poured out, which was extremely miserable. There were more than 80 people on the street, including police officers. None of them thought that one day they would be able to penetrate the body of this unharmed old man with a blunt troupe spear using only human power.
Ma Si was even more injured than the old man. His left arm was hanging limply by his side, and all the meridians in his body were severed. The power of the old man's fists was indeed unpredictable. If he was not careful, he would find an opening and give Ma Si a heavy punch. The external injuries were not obvious due to repeated cycles, but the internal injuries were piled up to an extremely high level until the upper and lower meridians were shattered. If you want to use your inner energy, it is already difficult to reach the sky.
Fortunately, Ma Si's gun was specially designed to penetrate the old man's big holes. With these three spears, Ma Si estimated that he had cut off the key point where the old man's qi must go. If he tried to move his qi freely, it would definitely damage his cultivation and even destroy his remaining yangshou. It was not impossible. What Ma Si wanted was never to take the old man's head in a confrontation, but to do everything he could to grind the old man to death, just like the old man had killed the master of spear art many years ago.
The two separated, and the old man spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a sad smile, "I have been fighting for half my life, and I have never thought that one day I would be injured to this extent by a young man who has only been a monk for a short period of time."
"There are many talented people in the country, but it is a pity that I am old. No matter how difficult it is to move forward on the road of Wuhai, why not beat you to death, so that it can be left for future generations to comment on. I am still able to kill the great talent Lingxi in my twilight years."
Ma Si, who was kneeling on one knee, was holding a gun in his right arm. He was too lazy to listen to the old man's nonsense. He used his still intact elbow to push down the gourd from his waist, struggled to hook up the gourd rope with the gun shaft, and threw it to Yan Siguan's side.
"I asked Lao Xu to take a few sips of the fine Shao Knife and give it to you as a gift."
Yan Siguan didn't say anything. He used all his remaining strength to pick up the gourd. The strong wine went into his throat and his heart felt like a river. Wu Sheng has always been a steady drinker. No matter how drunk he is, he has never made a drunken gaffe or acted arrogantly. His wine quality is excellent. But this time when I was drinking, the spicy wine flowed down my neck, but I still didn't notice any trace of it.
"What a delicious wine." The man held up his body, which was as heavy as a mountain. It was as difficult as lifting a mountain, and he staggered to Ma Si. The two looked at each other and smiled, but there was no sound.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black armor swarmed up and surrounded the two of them, pointing all the shuttles at them. However, before the shuttle was thrown, the old man shouted back, "Although I am old, I am still capable of fighting, so you don't need to interfere."
Heijia then dispersed after hearing this, and both Yan Siguan and Ma Si were somewhat surprised. Especially Ma Si, Yu Zifu had a very bad reputation in the world back then, and it had almost reached the level of infamy. In the battle with the gun master, everyone knew that Yu Zifu had used despicable methods, but why was he so calm today and insisted on facing the two men's joint attack with his broken body? For a moment, Ma Si was a little undecided and could only wait for the old man to say more.
"Just now, I learned your identity." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his palm, the old man said slowly, his tone was not as murderous as before, but instead, it was like old friends meeting each other, full of emotions.
"I didn't expect that that skinny little boy back then would have risen to such a level today. Although his level is lacking, his marksmanship is truly superb. Forget it, I will act upright today and accompany you two to fight a life or death battle."
The rain gradually stopped, the clouds dispersed in the sky, and something collapsed.
Ma Si was punched through the chest by the old man, and the force was like lightning. Before Yan Siguan could react, thick ink-like blood stains were already poured on the dough. Looking at Yu Zifu again, the translucent blood holes all over his body have healed. How can there be any signs of weakness in the flow of fist power? Just now he wiped the blood with his palm, it was obvious that he had swallowed the miraculous medicine.
Yan Siguan was furious and shouted: "Old man! You are so cruel!" Then he punched the old man dozens of times.
The old man ignored Yan Siguan's fist, grabbed Ma Si's neck and lifted it up with one hand, and raised the corners of his mouth. He would never accept a life-or-death gambling battle. This was true many years ago, and it will be true many years later. The previous injury was intended to give Ma Si a chance, but secretly he just wanted to take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck.
People become foxes when they grow old. They were already notorious many years ago. Could it be that they become more generous as they grow older?
The world has always talked about the fact that great revenge must be repaid, but there is no truth in the world that great revenge must be repaid.
Yu Zifu crushed Ma Si's throat bone and threw Ma Si's body in the street.
Zhang Qing on the high platform gradually smiled.
Senior is worthy of being a senior, and he is very familiar with conspiracies and tricks. It seems that he still needs to know more about it.
"It's funny?" The sudden words came from behind Zhang Qing, causing the young master to stand up immediately, and suddenly realized that the four maids had already fallen to the ground, and they were all unconscious.
"Don't look for the group of black armors under your account anymore. They don't know that their master is in my hands at this moment, and they are probably still on guard." Zhang Qing's back was already wet with cold sweat. He didn't know the identity of the person who came, but he could avoid Heijia without making a sound. This person's cultivation was probably extremely terrifying.
There were footsteps on the steps of the covered bridge on the high platform, and the person who came said in a very cheerful tone, "Your honor is here, why don't we have a drink together, and then return the master's alluring cicada?" It was Yang Fu, who had previously been leaning on the pavilion pillars to look at the high platform. Dongjing, after all, doing things for others requires a person who is dedicated to his duties and takes people's money in vain. Yang Fu despises it. The old servant was fine here, but Yang Fu was always vaguely aware of something strange. For several hours, not a single cicada had returned.
The poisonous nature of the cicada and the strength of its trunk made even the owner Yang Fu feel frightened. If he could trap or kill all the poisonous cicadas, how powerful he would be.
But soon, Yang Fu understood where Du Chan was going.
He saw a sword piercing the clouds in the long sky, extremely high and far away, and then using the momentum of the fall, it rushed down until it broke through the thick lead clouds in the sky.
The sword fell, and Yang Fuqing's uneaten snack also fell down. When he reacted, he felt extremely distressed, so he picked up another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, wandering up to the high platform. Heijia was still on guard under the high platform, and when they saw Yang Fu arriving, they all saluted.
Yang Fu shook his head and didn't care. This black armor is so good that it can easily deal with a few people in the world, but once it encounters those who have cultivated to the second and third realms, it is really stretched. Even if it uses the number of people to kill the internal energy, it will have little effect.
After all, Heijia was dealing with masters from the martial arts world.
He is not a Taoist god.
The alchemist stepped onto the high platform and suddenly his eyes were filled with sword light.
ps. Some people may criticize this chapter. Why did the author write Ma Si to death? Isn't revenge a revenge that makes reading enjoyable?
I've actually explained it.
The world has always talked about the fact that great revenge must be repaid, but there is no truth in the world that great revenge must be repaid.
It is certainly satisfying to see evildoers die and be punished, but there is no such truth in it. Lack of strength means lack of strength.
A hard fist is the biggest principle in the world.
It may be cruel, but this is the natural course of events for thousands of years.
