It wasn't until the blood bloomed on his left rib that the alchemist woke up from his confusion. The tyrannical force of this sword was just adding insult to injury for the alchemist who was already dying at this moment.
The sword's light broke through the outer wall of the chariot tent and penetrated the alchemist's left rib, almost nailing him to death in the chariot tent.
Fortunately, the severe pain in his knees over the past few days had made him somewhat accustomed to it, so after he woke up, he lightly patted the bag. In an instant, hundreds of pearls and jade came out, and the cicadas chirped incessantly, covering the blade of the sword for a while. Chant.
Everyone knows that there are many poisonous insects in Nanli, but these men present have never heard of being able to refine cicada insects into poisonous insects. At that moment, they raised the swords in their palms with solemn expressions. Even the man who was the leader of the ruthless sword tightened his brows when he heard the cicadas chirping, so he pressed the blade downward again.
But the young alchemist in the car tent, with blood pouring from his mouth, just stared at the sword on his chest, slowly opened his left rib, almost pressing it to his lower abdomen, steeled himself, and turned his palms.
So there was a single chariot tent in the wilderness, and a group of black and white cicada shadows sprang out from it. It was like a sudden rise of clouds, and it suddenly burst out, actually wrapping up several people around it, and soon there were pitiful screams.
In normal times, the hundreds of poisonous cicadas in the alchemist's cloth bag, which were well-fed and refined, could poison everyone to death without even letting out a scream. However, things are different now. The original cultivation level of the second realm seemed to have been shaved off along with the patella after the swordsman in the courtyard used his sword. The slightest bit of inner energy that could only be mobilized was also consumed by months of displacement and injuries to both knees. There is not much left, and it cannot operate freely at all.
For those who practice, the inner Qi is the root. If the inner Qi dries up, no matter how advanced the realm is, it will be like a moon growing in the water, with no power. Not to mention that the physical condition of the alchemist today is extremely poor. , actually cut open the left rib as if through plain silk, and almost cut the lower abdomen straight. Even though the poisonous cicada has strange poison in its body, it can always move more and more as it pleases, which gives the bandits a chance to breathe.
Almost as if his eyes were about to burst, the alchemist curled up his two fingers slightly, and the man outside the car tent seemed to want to kill him, the man who controlled the cicada, so he used the force on the handle of the knife to kill him first. , and a few more points were added. Under the surging blood, the sharp blade went downwards for a few more points, straight from the alchemist's left rib to his lower abdomen, revealing a deep knife wound.
But after all, those two fingers were already curled up, and several people present died of poison in an instant. Only the leading man, although his face was covered with blood from the poisonous cicada's claws and wings, he still had not been poisoned, and he was so violent. Then, he stretched out his long knife, broke through the wall of the car, and went straight towards the alchemist's neck.
"You can't dodge this knife." The young man smiled miserably.
A few months ago, in the eyes of the alchemists, these gangsters were inferior to chickens and dogs. With this sword, there was no need to retreat at all. Even when the carriage and horse stopped, these few people did not know the time of death. The approaching thieves who were blocking the road were probably dead before they even got close, becoming prey for the poisonous insects in the alchemist's cloth bag. But now, with such a humble Taoist behavior, I am afraid that this knife will be stabbed on the neck, which is really unavoidable.
A few months later, one day and one place, white dragons and black carps appeared, high rivers and flat hills.
Even though he was powerless, the young man still tried his best to raise his fingertips, intending to make the chaotic white poisonous cicadas outside the car tent bite the man.
The snow reflected the light of the sword, and the wind blew the wings of cicadas. The man indeed had extraordinary physical strength, but he was still barely alive. The broad-edged single sword in his palm caught the wind and broke through the wall of the car immediately, almost without any stagnation. The fierce light of the sword had already reached the alchemist's throat.
But the snow-white flying cicadas outside the car tent could only poison a few others to death. As for the man who slashed his throat with a knife, he turned a blind eye.
After a while, the sword light was in full bloom.
Even the Alchemist, who was already unconscious, didn't know where the sword energy in front of him came from. He only felt that his eyes were hurt by the sword light, and he subconsciously clenched his fists tightly. Originally, The few remaining strands of inner energy also walked away at will, heading straight into the jade cicadas outside the car tent. The robbery man outside the car tent was even more miserable. Just by the light of the sword, his right arm holding the sword was completely severed. After a few breaths, his clothes were covered with blood, and the poison of the jade cicada hit his heart again. The whole body was destroyed, and he died suddenly on the spot without even uttering a word.
But the alchemist who narrowly escaped death did not care about the transparent knife wound on the front and back of his left rib, and cursed with his last breath, "I need you to be kind, but it is really unlucky." Then he said Passed out.
Countless jade cicadas were outside the car tent, moving with the wind, scattered and disorderly, and for a moment they seemed to be fleeing.
But not long after, the poisonous cicadas, which were like pearls and jade, settled down and turned into a stream of light, all of which were captured in the palm of a person in the distance. The person who came did not show his true face. He only covered his body with a black robe. He stepped on thousands of poisonous cicadas, like silver tiles inlaid with jade flying and mixed with fat. He ignored the alchemist who was only half-breathed in the chariot tent. He teased, "It's hard for the fat man to leave a protective sword energy for you, but he still doesn't know what's good for him. If he wants to cripple your body and destroy your meridians, for Wu Shuang, it's just a Kung Fu that shakes Qingshuang. It seems that he's out of town." Cultivation, instead of bringing your state of mind to a unified state, only adds evil thoughts."
The man in black robe picked up an alluring cicada and used a few tricks, the cicada's wings rose up with some red threads, and the whole body looked like red ink dotted with jade, which was very delicate.
"But since raising cicadas is not easy, it seems reasonable to save your life as a teacher." The man in black robe stood up in the air, took out a green seedling from his arms, raised his hand and threw it into the car tent. The green seedlings circled down and attached to the young alchemist's chest, but they sucked up the blood to the full. Many vines immediately sprouted and wrapped around the transparent knife wound on the left rib and lower abdomen, and no more blood leaked out.
"Fortunately, you, Wu Shuang, are quite sensible. Since you have spared the traitor's life, I will give you half of my favor." The strong wind was blowing, and Nanli Poison Lord, who was already one of the Five Ultimates, looked at the billowing ink clouds in the west, his eyebrows Slightly comfortable.
There are many poisonous insects in South Li, but the poisonous insects and weeds in other areas are still far different from those in Taichong Ridge. This is because the land here is really moist and tight, and no one has set foot there. There is no human habitation within a hundred miles, and tigers, leopards, and insects are everywhere. , covered with vines and entrenched in the deep forest, there are very few hunters in Nanli, and they never set foot on the territory around Taichong Ridge for fear of losing their lives, so no one has paid attention to this place for hundreds of years.
There is a cliff in the middle of Taichong Ridge. It seems that a thousand-mile-long snake passed by and washed away a section of the 100-foot-high ridge. There are cliffs thousands of feet high on both sides, but in the middle there is a flat open space of about dozens of miles. There has been continuous rain on the ridge for many years, and the river has burst its banks several times, turning the place into a large lake with rippling water, beautiful and elegant.
No one knew that the famous Nanli Duzun Mountain Gate was such a scene of lush water and grass, with thousands of hectares of blue waves, green mountains and green trees, birds and blackbirds chirping from time to time, and dangerous cliffs on both sides reaching up to the sky.
