The ferryman who came to meet him had his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle's eye. He only caught a glimpse of sword light in the corner of his eye, and his heart was shrouded in great fear.
That sword light is like a piece of autumn water, there is absolutely no way to avoid it.
The blade of the sword touches the skin.
Turn your wrist! Wipe it across!
The ferryman's throat tore open a long and narrow gap, and a splash of blood surged up, splattering into blood in mid-air.
Passers-by on the street screamed and ran away, and in the blink of an eye, only Xu Zishuai and others were left.
The ferryman's eyes widened. He covered his throat, raised his face and stared at Xu Zishuai's face in disbelief. He stumbled backwards, tripped his feet on the edge of the boat, and was about to fall into the water, when suddenly there was something on his back. Supportive force.
The ferryman looked up and found a spear leaning against his back.
The tide of the river laps on the rocks, and the sound of flowing water is endless.
A tall young man stood on the shore, his upper body shrouded in shadow, and his expression could not be seen.
Liang Qu shook his forearm and shot the ferryman back with his spear.
The ferryman fell back into the boat, blood still spurting from his throat and making a whooshing sound. He stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling, as if he wanted to curse something.
Xu Zishuai sneered: "You're pretending to be one, so take off your human skin."
The ferryman didn't seem to hear. After glaring for a few times, he completely lost his breath and was about to fall down, but the edge of the spear had already reached his back.
With a gentle poke, you can tell that the tip of the spear has penetrated, and the blood mixed with cold sweat soaked into the back with a swipe.
The river wind was so cold that it wanted to freeze all the bones to pieces.
Liang Qu said coldly: "We have known about the skin painting method for a long time. I advise you to be more honest."
The letter from Zhao Hongyuan said everything that could be said clearly.
The so-called ferryman is actually a dwarf, but he is covered with refined human skin. Once activated, he will squirm on his own and grow together, similar to ordinary people. This is the skin painting method.
This is similar to the shadow beast skin that Senior Brother Lu used when refining Fu Bo for him.
Senior Brother Xu's sword seemed fatal, but in fact it was insignificant.
It's a pity that no matter how many tricks he tries, it's still useless. He can't get rid of the fact that he is a rower. Who would want to be a boatman if he has the ability.
After seeing through the trick, the ferryman remained motionless.
Xu Zishuai was not used to it. He swung his sword and peeled off the outer layer of fake skin, revealing the dwarf about one meter inside.
At this time, the dwarf gave up his disguise and shouted: "I won't say anything. There is a blood curse on me! If you say it, you will die suddenly. You must give up!"
"You want to say that we don't want to hear it yet." Liang Qu hugged the spear and was quite speechless.
There are a lot of old people in the Ghost Mother Cult, so just throw the hot potato to the court.
As for the blood curse, it is a way of injecting Qi and blood into other people's bodies to form a spider web, absorbing the Qi and blood of the person for a long time, and controlling the life and death of others. It can be triggered passively or actively.
They really couldn't solve it this way, but could the court still do it?
I don’t know if Zhao Hongyuan has it on him. If not, it would be unbelievable.
With the ferryman in hand, Xu Zishuai put away his sword: "Let's go to Zhao Mansion and take a look at Senior Brother Lu."
"good."
Liang Qu pulled out the hemp rope and tied up the dwarf like a hairy crab. After finishing, he held it in his hand and followed Xu Zishuai straight to the Zhao mansion.
The whole street was empty. What they had just done was enough to scare away the townspeople.
Zhao's mansion was filled with smoke and dust, and all the servants ran away.
When Lu Gang stepped over half of the shadow wall and reached the center of the courtyard, the half-collapsed main house finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed completely.
The roof of the main house is made of composite tiles. Zhao Hongyuan also covered it with ash for comfort. The entire roof is extremely heavy. Once the top beams and columns are broken, it is only a matter of time before the main house collapses completely.
Smoke and dust rose vigorously.
Lu Gang did not approach rashly.
According to Zhao Hongyuan, the envoy's strength is in the middle realm of Wolf Smoke, which is a small realm higher than him, so he dares to preside over the blood sacrifice alone.
Even though he struck first and severely damaged the opponent, he still had to be careful.
Lu Gang looked around and saw a beam in front of one wing. He took a step forward and chopped it off with his knife. The entire pillar was flat and broken. He took his arm and pulled out the pillar.
He lowered his body and raised his breath, the muscles on his body bulged, and all his strength flowed like water waves, transferred to the big pillar, and he suddenly threw it towards the ruins of the main house.
A burst of white mist swelled in the air, and then dissipated quickly.
The huge tree rushed out of the darkness, tearing the air current, and its copper-covered head was stuck heavily in the ruins.
The big pillar was controlled by Qi, and at this moment it was several times harder than fine steel!
The broken tiles instantly shattered into powder, and the giant tree attacked straight to the deepest point, unstoppable!
Huang Zejun, who was hiding among them, finally lost his composure and jumped up to avoid the giant tree that went straight into the ground.
He kicked up with his leg, splitting the big pillar, spinning around in the air, and kicked back half of the giant tree.
Huang Zejun didn't bother to check the results of the battle, turned around and rushed out of the ruins, shooting towards the outside of the house.
Hu Qi on another roof had been waiting for a long time. He opened his bow and shot out an arrow!
The billowing air flow broke through, and he arrived in front of Huang Zejun in just a flash.
The strength of the little Siguan martial arts master's arrows can be judged only by their momentum. Huang Zejun didn't take it to heart at all, but his body still subconsciously avoided it. That was enough!
Lu Gang stepped out, and the ground instantly cracked open, creating a large pit. The giant tree fell into the pit and shattered into countless diamond-shaped pieces of wood.
The roaring sound waves hit his face, and the vigorous blood breathed out, and the clouds were ten feet high. Huang Zejun's eyes were about to burst, and he turned around and tried his best to block it.
boom!
Thunder exploded in the cold night, and the huge roar spread hundreds of meters around.
Huang Zejun was knocked down in mid-air and rolled onto the ground. A deep pit tens of meters long was plowed out, and a wing room was collapsed but he could barely stand. Lu Gang attacked again!
"Lu Gang! You think I'm afraid of you! Just take a punch from me!"
Huang Zejun was furious, regardless of the pain on his body, his energy and blood were activated, his body was burning like fire, and his whole body was red. His feet suddenly exerted force, the bricks and stones shattered into slag, and strong winds burst out.
Step forward, twist, pinch your fingers together, and deliver a punch.
The strong wind cut across the surface, and the air flow exploded, as if two giant siege trees were colliding together.
boom!
The strength is like a wild dragon dancing wildly, and the earth is turning over like an abyssal dragon.
An area of tens of meters in radius sank several feet, and all the bricks and stones inside exploded, creating a regular yellow mud circle surrounding the two of them.
Huang Zejun looked at Lu Gang, who was breathing calmly, and was surprised. He summoned up all his strength and tried to push him away with his horns, but surging energy and blood shot out from his arm, like a mud dragon entering the sea. quietly.
He was shocked, what is this? Like a millstone?
Lu Gang was equally astonished. Huang Zejun was seriously injured in a sneak attack beforehand, and his whole sternum was probably broken a lot, but he still managed to survive!
He is worthy of being the envoy of the Ghost Mother Cult. Although he is not smart, his strength is not weak at all.
The vigorous air waves continued to explode, like rolling winter thunder.
The two of them fought with fists and kicks, their murderous intent breaking through the sky, and they were extremely violent.
On the eaves, Hu Qi stared at the battlefield intently, with his hand on the bow string, always ready for support.
With his ability, he couldn't cause any harm at all, but he could interfere with Huang Zejun's escape.
If it can interfere, then his existence is valuable.
Just as Lu Gang and Huang Zejun were fighting fiercely and Hu Qi was concentrating, a hand quietly touched his shoulder.
Hu Qi was startled, turned around and found that it was Xu Zishuai. Then he looked at Liang Qu, who was carrying a dwarf next to him, and said happily: "Senior Brother Xu, have you caught the ferryman?"
"Yes." Xu Zishuai nodded and took the longbow away, "Leave it to me next!"
