Wang Qiang tore off his sleeve and bandaged the wound.
The old man took out a jade bottle, poured out some powder and sprinkled it on the wound on his arm. While Wang Qiang was bandaging the wound, he also wrapped his own arm with a handkerchief.
I thought that I was forced to take out the long sword, which would be a fatal blow to Wang Qiang in front of me.
Unexpectedly, Wang Qiang's reaction was even faster than that of the old man, and his injuries were much lighter than those of the old man.
Wang Qiang's strength far exceeded Old Man Sanhao's expectations. How long had it been since the battle at Broken Heart Cliff?
The old man thought that this lightning sword was enough to make a monk in the Fusion Realm fall instantly after being struck by the sword, but Wang Qiang blocked it.
The two of them didn't even have three breaths before they injured the old man's arm.
Wang Shi was not surprised by the old man's insidious and vicious sword attack. As long as the killer could use it, he would use it even if it was a move he couldn't think of.
This is a killer who will do anything to kill people.
During this brief pause, the old man couldn't help but say: "You can't tell, that slap didn't kill you, but it made you a lot stronger."
Wang Qiang stared at the sword in the old man's hand and replied coldly: "Because you haven't seen me in my most terrifying state, and you already said that today is an unlucky day."
The old man was silent for a moment, responding to what the fortune teller said that night.
But even if it is an unlucky day, it is also an unlucky day for the guy in front of me. What does it have to do with him? He is a hunter, the most he can get is one bite from his prey, and he wants the life of his prey.
Thinking of this, the old man said: "Come on, use all your skills and let me see."
"You can not see it!"
Without hesitation, Wang Qiang still replied coldly: "Perhaps, when you see it, he is already a dead person!"
At this time, Wang Qiang thought of the two killers who attacked him on the Tongtian River.
Until he led the horse off the ship, until the ship's steward ordered his crew to carry water to wash away the blood on the deck, they still didn't understand when the killer got on the ship.
Later, Wang Qiang figured it out and realized that the ship was just too big.
Staring at Wang Qiang, the old man lost the hypocritical smile on his face, showed his most ferocious side, and said, "So, you want to kill me?"
Nodding, Wang Qiang held the long sword in his hand and pointed forward, saying: "I still have to go on my way. How can I continue to move forward if I don't kill you?"
"Ignorant child, a thing who doesn't know whether to live or die!"
The old man was so angry at Wang Qiang's words that his beard and hair were flying. His aura instantly rose up, and a strong wind blew up around him for no apparent reason, heading towards Wang Qiang!
Wang Qiang squinted his eyes and stared at the old man in the strong wind, without any intention of retreating.
Such a strong wind, such spiritual pressure, before, he would have been afraid of turning around and running away immediately, but today was different from the past.
At the moment when the strong wind came, Wang Qiang suddenly slashed out with his sword, and then dodged to the right without waiting for the old man to fight back.
Similarly, the old man also drew his sword at this moment.
The old man slashed out a continuous sword shadow, blocking Wang Qiang's path. He planned to kill Wang Qiang in front of the cave.
He didn't even attack violently, but instead used insidious sword techniques. As long as Wang Qiang was not careful, he might be stabbed by his sword. He wanted to make Wang Qiang die in his hands with injuries all over his body. .
Similarly, Wang Qiang also changed his fighting style and rushed forward with a domineering sword!
His eyes were fixed on the sword in the old man's hand, and the power he had suppressed surged out at this moment, converging into the sword in his hand.
A sword that cut from top to bottom, cutting off the old man's head!
The old man didn't pause at all. He took a few steps forward and rushed forward! He didn't care at all about Wang Qiang's sword strike.
At this time, the old man went completely crazy and showed his great strength. He raised the long sword in his hand from bottom to top, trying to cut off Wang Yiqiang's sword in the wind!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Two long swords were flying in the air like the wind! Like electricity! Kill them together!
Both of them want to cut through the mess quickly, and both of them want to kill their opponent in front of their eyes. The old man is going home, and he doesn't want to spend any more time with Wang Qiang!
Wang Qiang was forced to leave the cave by the old man. At this moment, the two shadows used countless killing moves one after another.
The situation for both of them is extremely dangerous, and if they are careless, they may die under the opponent's sword.
"Pfft"! With a sound, this time, Wang Qiang received a sword blow from the old man on his right shoulder!
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" Hengjian swung his long sword to block the old man's attack again, and Wang Qiang cursed: "You are old, how can you get so much spiritual power?"
The old man suddenly said: "You are going to die, and you still have some last words to say."
"I should return this sentence to you."
Wang Qiang took a breath and said: "I'm afraid of young people, I have plenty of strength to waste it with you, but can you afford it?"
The old man shook his head, ignored him, and just took a step forward.
The distance between the two people was shortened again, making Wang Qiang become the prey three feet in front of him.
Wang Qiang groaned, swung his long sword and struck at it, as if carrying the cold breath from the Bamboo Peak of Tianyun Mountain, he struck accurately into the green bamboo floating in the wind!
The old man was three feet in front of him. Didn't he know that he was also three feet in front of him? He didn't miss even an inch.
The old man's cultivation level is one level lower than his, and that is this level. For the old man, it is a chasm, a chasm that cannot be seen clearly!
"Dang..." sounded!
The sword from the top of the bamboo peak finally landed on the bamboo leaves flying in the wind. However, he did not cut the bamboo leaves open. He only splashed countless sparks among the bamboo leaves and splashed on the chests of the two people. Come.
He could already see a faint gap in the blade of the sword. His sword was still a bit inferior to the sword in the old man's hand.
Although neither of their swords are spiritual swords!
In the mountains in the early morning, the old man could no longer see Wang Qiang's sword slashing at him, nor could he hear the roar of the horses by the stream. All he could see was the sword in his hand!
His intuition told him that the long sword in Wang Qiang's hand was about to break. With a flip of his wrist, the long sword in the old man's hand whizzed towards Wang Qiang and slashed at Wang Qiang again.
"Dang!" A dull impact...
The long sword in Wang Qiang's hand was finally overwhelmed and broke into two pieces. In order to avoid the old man's sword, he had to float back and lean against the stone wall of the cave.
His wrist trembled slightly at this moment, his face turned pale... The sword was broken!
As the two of them fought desperately, the breaking of the sword meant the arrival of death. At this moment, Wang Qiang had several different emotions in his heart: compassion, anger, and despair.
With a sigh, he had to put down the broken sword in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he took out the last iron bow!
An iron bow was not enough to shoot a life-threatening arrow at such a close distance, but it could block the old man's life-threatening sword!
At this moment, Wang Qiang pursed his lips tightly, waiting for the old man to draw his sword again!
The old man didn't speak, because he didn't need to waste any more words, his opponent's sword was broken!
So, he struck out the last sword towards Wang Qiang at the entrance of the cave. Like the sun all over the sky, it focused on his sword, and like thousands of golden arrows, it shot at Wang Qiang who was leaning on the stone wall!
Wang Qiang looked up at the sky, looking at the golden light all over the sky, and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
The sky was full of golden light, like rain, hitting the iron bow he was swinging, and also falling on the stone wall behind him.
He was careless. This was something he never expected. He would actually be cut off by the old man between life and death!
At this moment, he remembered the scene on the Tongtian River where he swung his sword to kill the killer who was pretending to be a crew member on the ship.
The moment the guy was not dead, he flew towards the head on the Tongtian River and saw the headless body on the boat.
He felt the breath of death and felt that he would become that killer the next moment...
At this moment, he thought of his fiancée Sima Jingyun in Snow White City, Meng Shentong on Tianyun Mountain, and the old monk on the Snow Mountain who he had never met before.
How could the old man, who was obviously one level below his cultivation level, kill him?
However, the golden light in the sky has risen, just like the golden sword in the old man's hand, slashing down on Wang Qiang's head!
The old man shouted coldly: "You are dead!"
Wang Qiang sighed: "I'll die!"
"Buzz..." A vague sound sounded in Wang Qiang's ears, and behind him...
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Dozens and hundreds of golden lights appeared in the old man's eyes, and he didn't even have time to cheer!
Countless golden bodies, brighter and more brilliant than the sunlight falling in the sky, shot out from the stone wall behind Wang Qiang!
Like electricity! Rulu! Like a sudden disaster!
So, the old man watched helplessly as the long sword in his hand turned into pieces with a "ding..." sound!
Then his hands left his body, his legs also left in an instant, and finally the whole body no longer belonged to him!
Just like Wang Qiang killed the killer on the Tongtian River, a human head flew out, and he still saw the headless body he left on the boat.
"How is it possible..." the old man yelled unwillingly.
What answered him was Wang Qiang's confused gaze, and the scorching flames on the ground began to burn. Countless flames instantly enveloped his limbs and body that fell to the ground.
Looking at the old man's burning head, Wang Qiang groaned, sat down on the ground and vomited.
Looking at the old man, he said in a daze: "Whether you believe it or not, I thought I should be the one burning you..."
The old man finally replied with great difficulty: "I believe you... If I had known better, I would have listened to the fortune teller..."
Wang Qiang spit out another mouthful of vegetable leaves and replied bitterly: "He is not a good killer, but his fortune-telling skills are okay."
"ah......"
This was the last scream of the old man. Even the soul was swallowed up by the blazing rune fire before it could escape.
Not to mention Meng Shentong who was far away in Tianyun Mountain, or the monk Buli who lived by the Tongtian River, he probably would not have thought that the final outcome would be like this.
Desperate to die, Wang Yiqiang crashed into the cave where Li Xiuyuan spent the night.
Back then, Li Xiuyuan was afraid that Yun Ziyi would harm him in the middle of the night, so he carved countless runes on the stone wall outside the cave. How could Wang Qiang use these magic circles?
However, at the moment when Wang Qiang was alive and dead, Sanhao old man slashed out countless sword energies. Although these sword energies hurt Wang Qiang's body, they were also slashed on the stone wall!
In an instant, this killing formation that had been silent for countless years was activated!
In this flash of lightning, how could the old man have expected that there would be a magic circle imprinted by his predecessors on the stone wall outside the cave?
Until the moment when his soul was completely destroyed, he died inexplicably.
Just like that, Wang Ruzhi vomited out the dry food he had eaten yesterday, and finally vomited out bile, without thinking about what it was for.
After thinking about it, I could only look at the sky and ask blankly: "Senior, is that you?"
Naturally, Meng Shentong's voice could not be heard in the air. The old man's spiritual consciousness left on him had been exhausted.
The old monk on the Snow Mountain didn't know that a disciple from Tianyun Mountain would come here and want to practice Buddhism with him.
Only the monk Buli by the Tongtian River lit a fire and cooked porridge while chattering to Erwa: "Counting the time, my friend said that he met the three good old ghosts."
Erwa was startled: "Monk, is your friend in danger?"
Monk Buli shook his head: "If he can't even beat that old ghost, why not buy a piece of tofu and kill him!"
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