Under the night, Zhao Changhe ran all the way to the back mountain, with Fang Buping chasing after him.
Killing Er Wuzi was satisfying for a while, but Fang Buping was already here. Whether you could escape from his pursuit after killing everyone was the real challenge.
The uneven expression in the moonlight was a bit ferocious, but actually there was a bit of joy: "Zhao Changhe! Killing brothers in the same religion indiscriminately, violating religious rules, where else do you want to go! Accept your fate!"
Fang Buping was really happy.
Originally, Zhao Changhe's status as an "official believer" was very annoying, and he had a "saint's background". He really didn't dare to move around. No matter how much he wanted to kill Zhao Changhe, he didn't dare to kill him. He could only use his power to bully others and let Zhao Changhe Suffer from being dumb.
As a result, Zhao Changhe was so out of control that he exposed his flaws after being bullied casually.
Of course, Wang Dashan was not a "brother in the religion." Strictly speaking, Zhao Changhe just killed a copycat gangster. It was the same concept as killing Zhang Quan, and it was not the canon's turn to talk about it. But this kind of thing depends on what people say. At that time, Sun Jianxi said that the person who died was a piece of trash, so he buried it. Now his leader said that the person who died was a brother in the sect, and he can make a record when he comes back. What can you say in defense?
What a surprise.
He knew that Zhao Changhe had just broken through to the third level of the Mysterious Entrance Level. This potential was indeed a bit scary. To be honest, he couldn't understand how a human could break through to the third level of the Mysterious Entrance Level after practicing martial arts for four months... Everyone has practiced the Blood Evil Kung Fu, who doesn't? Know who? Even if Zhao Changhe secretly practiced internal skills to assist, is this too outrageous?
The more this happens, the more you want to kill him. Everyone has already formed a feud. Are you still waiting for you to grow up?
Isn't it amazing to be triple just now? You haven't had time to practice and polish at this level, and you may not be able to show your strength at the third level. But Fang Buping has been polishing at the fourth level for many years. Not to mention anything else, it's just twenty years of fighting in the world. Can this young boy compare to his experience and understanding of swordsmanship?
Do you think you are Yue Hongling and can beat Master Xue at such a young age?
Even Yue Hongling has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and has been practicing for more than ten years, okay!
"Zhao Changhe, you also used Feixue Wuhen, how could you possibly outrun me? Just go back with me and stand trial, hahahaha..."
"You talk a lot of nonsense. You became the helmsman just by farting loudly?"
"...When I catch you, I will tell you to live but not to die!"
The sound of clothes breaking through the air approached all the way, and Zhao Changhe ran forward with an extremely calm expression.
Everyone has the same light skill "Flying Blood without Trace", but Fang Buping has a higher level of practice, and his speed is obviously faster than him. He will definitely not be able to escape by running hard. However, he never planned to run, but to fight. Escaping from the village was just to avoid falling into a tight siege and lure Fang Buping to the back mountain.
Yue Hongling could tell, "You must have a very clear goal." Yes, that goal was Fang Buping. From the beginning to the end, Zhao Changhe set his standards based on whether he could defeat Fang Buping.
Vice Helmsman Huang came to power temporarily after the previous elites withdrew, but Fang Buping was not. From the beginning, he was the helmsman who commanded Sun Jiaoxi and other elites to guard one side. He was the "Frontier Official" guarding one side among the famous demon sect. Although he may be ranked At the end of the day... this is the most difficult and dangerous battle since time travel.
For example, his basic technique may not be the Blood Evil Technique, but may be combined with better techniques from the teachings, and maybe some of the Blood God Techniques.
"Flying Blood without Traces" is a light body technique that requires internal strength. From the lightness technique that Fang Buping also used, we can judge that he has internal strength and is not just a man who practices external strength.
Beautiful inside and out! Four levels of entrance!
He is also skilled in knife skills and has rich experience.
Can such a person be beaten beyond his level?
"Whoosh!" The sound of the knife roared, and the piercing sharpness could be felt from far away, and the back tensed unconsciously.
The chase came so fast!
Zhao Changhe suddenly turned around and slashed, as if there were eyes behind him, accurately hitting the side of Fang Buping's knife.
As soon as the sword came out, the force was not exhausted. He quickly stepped lightly and used the force to rush out diagonally. In the blink of an eye, he was a few feet away.
Fang Buping couldn't help but admire how solid this kid's basic skills were. His sword, hands, legs, and body were all in perfect coordination, his position was precise, and his force was precise. His swordsmanship was truly worthy of being described as a master's degree. Moreover, I don’t know where this skill of identifying positions by listening comes from. I can tell where the knife is going to strike without even looking.
But unfortunately, there is a gap in hard power among the three levels of Xuan Guan that have just been broken through.
"Are your hands shaking?" Fang Buping chased after you again and smiled with interest: "Why run away? Why not fight for a few rounds and let me see how many surprises you can bring to me?"
Zhao Changhe's hands were indeed shaking a little, but instead of running away in panic as Fang Buping imagined, he felt much more confident.
There is no unshakable feeling like splitting a wall, and Fang Buping's sword has no unexpected and wonderful backstroke... It's just that there is a gap in strength between him! This means that you have to fight!
He still didn't say a word and continued to fly. Suddenly he leaped over the grass in front of him.
Fang Buping also jumped over the grass with a smile: "I know all about the traps in your village. Do you want to rely on this to turn yourself around? Hahaha... are you desperate?"
Following this leap, the long knife in his hand suddenly began to glow with blood, filled with evil energy, and looked extremely ferocious under the moonlight.
The gods and Buddhas are gone!
Zhao Changhe could feel the blood evil spirit in his body being completely suppressed by the opponent, and even being pulled and stirred up. The eyes behind him had a counter-effect at this time. He could see the ferocious blood evil spirit, which touched his soul. It was really a little bit... "Fear" effect.
But the feeling only lasted a moment. How could Zhao Changhe be frightened by this "fear"? Turn around and strike again.
"Qiang!"
The sound of fierce fighting resounded through the night. Zhao Changhe spurted out a mouthful of blood, then fell down and flew back. He grabbed a tree vine floating in the air, flew towards the tree trunk next to him, and kicked hard, using his strength to fly towards the tree trunk. The direction of the water pool is completed in one go.
Fang Buping also staggered a step, even more surprised.
How could Zhao Changhe find the weakest point of this style of luck, as if he had cracked it thousands of times? This shouldn't be done... It shouldn't be done even after learning it. It's impossible for him to have the experience to be able to self-understand the weaknesses of his own moves. That would be too outrageous...
In a flash of thought, he saw Zhao Changhe grabbing a tree vine and swinging around. He also grabbed a tree vine and used his strength to swing.
However, Zhao Changhe pulled the vine with no problem. As he pulled, his hand suddenly felt weak, and the vine suddenly broke.
At the same time, some mechanism seemed to be pulled, and sharpened wooden spears flew out from all directions.
——Isn’t it just for this moment that I left Erwuzi to report the news? He was made to think that he knew what was going on here, but in fact, Wang Dashan knew nothing about what Zhao Changhe had secretly arranged!
However, Fang Buping was clearly in the middle of nowhere and was not using any force. The long knife in his hand was like a dancing pear blossom, and he cut away all the flying wooden spears in an instant without even a trace of threat. He was indeed a strong and experienced person. .
Behind the trees in the pond, Zhao Changhe had already drawn his bow and arrow without knowing it, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as it could be.
There was a "bump" sound, the bow was like a thunderbolt, and the arrow was like a shooting star.
Over there, Fang Buping had just finished dealing with the threat of the trap, and just when his heart relaxed, the sound of a bowstring sounded, and the light of an arrow had reached his face.
Where did he get the bow? You obviously don't have it with you?
The thought flashed through his mind, and Fang Buping let out a loud shout, and quickly raised his knife to the edge of the arrow.
The arrow energy, which was doubled by the blood evil energy transformed by internal energy, exploded in a spiral, and the terrifying blood evil energy rushed into the meridians, causing the blood energy in Fang Buping's body to begin to surge. He couldn't help but take a step back to offset the powerful impact, but the arrow was finally chopped off by him.
Before Fang Buping had time to breathe, blood suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The bloody knife cut through the sky, and the figure leaping out of the pool under the moonlight looked like a demon volleying in the sky.
The gods and Buddhas are gone!
This wave of attack is like a long river, unstoppable!
"Qiang!" Fang Buping swung his sword to block, and the earth-shattering sound of the fight seemed to be heard even in the distant village.
The old strength is gone, but the new strength is not yet born. Over there, Zhao Changhe has been gathering momentum for a long time and has been waiting for this moment.
One is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and this sword is really evenly matched.
Blood spilled from the corners of their mouths at the same time, their arms were bulging, and their eyes were as red as animals.
"I didn't expect that you could actually fight me to this point. It's amazing..." After the stalemate, Fang Buping finally had more strength to spare and slowly said: "But that's all..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with white.
A bag of lime exploded on his face, and he even ate a lot of it in his mouth. His eyes were in severe pain and he couldn't see anything.
Damn you, you think this is an extremely strong man, but he would suddenly smash the limestone in the face of the most intense, violent, and most exciting fight!
Fang Buping didn't even have time to scold his mother, when his throat suddenly felt cold.
The moonlight is silent.
Fang Buping's head and face were covered with lime, and blood oozed from his throat. He slowly fell to the sky, and a "bang" announced the end of the chase.
I'm afraid he never thought before he died that his pursuit would be like this.
Zhao Changhe slowly took a few steps back in an extremely weak manner, stabbed the knife into the ground, half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
He had planned these arrows and swords for a long time, exhausted all his strength, and exhausted all his potential. If he couldn't accomplish this in one battle, he would be dead.
The leader of the Demon Cult is indeed not comparable to ordinary people, he is really strong. If you go out into the world, there are countless heroes, and the challenge of leapfrogging is no longer as simple as imagined before.
As for the lime?
The movement of heaven is constant, and it will not exist for Yao, nor will it perish for Jie.
The Book of Troubled Times also recognizes it, doesn’t it?
Zhao Changhe took a deep breath, managed to stand up, drew his sword back to its sheath, and strode down the mountain.
"Second brother, hurry up! Hurry up!" The girl anxiously pulled her brother to fly all the way: "He hasn't even broken through the third level of the entrance. Fang Buping has been polishing at the fourth level for many years. He can't beat him!"
"I told you to give up the mission, who allowed you to sneak into the night raid!"
"If you still say this, why don't I scold you when I get home!"
Cui Yuanyong followed his sister helplessly into the mountain. Not far from the mountain path, his expression suddenly changed and he looked up at the sky.
The sky flashed with golden light, and a new chapter appeared in the Book of Troubled Times.
"February, the awakening of insects. Zhao Changhe practiced martial arts in April, and the entrance to the third level was broken. At this time, Fang Buping, the leader of the Blood God Sect's sub-rudder, was killed in Beimang."
"Changes in the Hidden Dragon List."
"Qianlong Ninety-One, Zhao Changhe."
"The long river falls for nine days and converges into the rivers and lakes."
【End of Volume 1】
