Backstage in the theater, a fierce battle has ended.
The possessed academy disciple had fallen to the ground at this time, his body covered with sword marks. A smelly black liquid and white foam were flowing from the corners of his mouth. The veins on his face were bulging. His eyes were red like a wild beast. Before he died, At that moment, there was still no despair or fear in these eyes, only madness.
Yang Jianqing pierced his throat with the long sword in his hand, ending the life of Junior Brother Liu who was completely possessed by the devil.
Then, he stood with a sword in one hand, knelt on one knee in front of Junior Brother Liu's body, and bowed his head silently.
The other two academy disciples, Song Chunkang and He Pixian, also knelt down.
Three young men knelt around the body of Junior Brother Liu, silently saying goodbye to their former classmate.
Not far away, Sang Liren watched this scene and sighed softly.
He didn't join the fight just now because he knew very well that Yang Jianqing and the others wouldn't like him helping.
Although Junior Brother Liu is already possessed by the devil, there is no need for outsiders to take action.
The Sangli people understand the feelings of Yang Jianqing and the others very well. If one day, they are possessed by demons, then the Sangli people also hope that the person who kills them can be their own sect members, without the need for outsiders to kill the demons.
Then the Sangli man turned around.
Behind him, a group of people stood shivering.
Mr. Tan, and his few accompanying bodyguards, the fat middle-aged man named Bao who seemed to be the owner of this theater, and the others were Jin Sufang, a famous Peking opera actress who was supposed to be the protagonist of this theater that night. , in addition to several actors from the theater troupe.
These people did not immediately notice the fire in the hall outside.
Because at that time, Young Master Tan was forcing Jin Sufang to go out for supper with him after the performance. The two parties had a little dispute and did not pay attention to the noise outside, so they did not leave the theater in time.
Then suddenly a young man with a ferocious face jumped down from the roof beam.
A bodyguard beside Young Master Tan reacted very quickly and rushed forward.
To be honest, the bodyguards brought by Mr. Tan are by no means some embroidered pillows that scare people just by their size. They are real masters, the kind who can fight more than a dozen.
Then, after such a master who could cut eight bricks with one palm rushed forward, he was picked up like a chicken by the young man with a ferocious face and his neck was broken.
Immediately afterwards, three more young people flew in from outside like big birds.
Then they witnessed an incredible battle.
In other words, they actually didn't see anything clearly, because the young people moved so fast that they couldn't see clearly. They only saw these people flying in the air, with the sound of gold and iron clashing from time to time, and even lightning and thunder.
At that time, Young Master Tan and others were preparing to escape from here immediately. No matter whether the person fighting in the air was a god or a monster, it was important to save their lives first.
But now that he has been involved in the battle between practitioners, it is not easy to leave so easily.
Before they had walked a few steps, the beam on the roof was cut off by the sword energy that escaped from the battle between several academy disciples, and it hit them straight. If it was hit, there were basically not many of them. Can live.
Fortunately, at this time, another young man appeared in front of them. He was a very handsome young man, wearing a blue suit and holding a teacup in his hand.
The young man raised his hand, caught the thick and heavy beam, and then placed it on the ground.
"Don't run around, just go to the edge and stay there."
The young man said to them seriously.
Another bodyguard of Young Master Tan quickly pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger directly towards the Sang Liren.
"Bang", "bang", "bang".
Several gunshots rang out in succession.
In front of the handsome young man, several bullet warheads suddenly appeared. The warheads hit the sudden appearance of the water curtain, just like stretching out a finger to push up the curtain into small bumps. In the end, he failed to pass through the water curtain, and then he lost all power and fell to the ground.
The young man flicked the body of the teacup, and the water curtain magically disappeared into the teacup.
"I'm really protecting you."
The Sangli man spoke sincerely to the people who looked at him in horror.
"Who are you? And when can we leave?"
Among the group of frightened and bewildered people, Jin Sufang was the first to speak.
She looked at the Sang Li people and asked with a slightly trembling voice.
It was obvious that she was a little scared, but she still maintained a certain level of composure.
In fact, just now, among all the people, it was this woman who showed the most calmness. Perhaps this is the reason why she can become the number one swordsman in the troupe world. She already has this kind of heroism in her body that is not to be outdone by women. That's why we can interpret those characters so vividly on stage.
Looking at that beautiful and heroic face, Sang Liren said something embarrassed.
"You don't need to know who we are. Besides, you can't leave here now because you saw some things you shouldn't have seen, so you need to get some sleep."
While speaking, Sang Liren flipped his wrist, and a yellow talisman appeared in his hand, and then he directly slapped the talisman on the chest of a troupe martial artist next to him.
The Wu Sheng fell to the ground softly without even making a sound, as if he had fallen asleep.
This is the Talisman of Oblivion.
Then the Sangli man went to the other man.
No one dared to resist, because they had just seen such a thick beam, and this young man took it with one hand. Even a pistol was useless against this young man.
People fell down one by one.
Sang Liren finally walked to Jin Sufang.
If we use the standards of the era that Shu Guan traveled to, the relationship between Sang Li and Jin Sufang is that of a fan and an idol.
It would have been a joy to be able to have such close contact with an idol, but unfortunately this was not the scene that the Sangli people expected.
Sang Liren looked down at his tea cup, and at the same time took out another Talisman of Forgetfulness.
"Will we wake up? What will happen when we wake up?"
Jin Sufang looked at the talisman in the hand of this handsome young man and asked this question.
"Don't worry. When you wake up, you will just forget everything that just happened. In fact, it is better for you."
The Sang Li people explained quickly.
Jin Sufang nodded, and then said three words to Sang Liren.
"Thank you."
She thanked the young man for helping them catch the beam just now.
Sang Liren was startled for a moment, and looked up at Jin Sufang, only to see that Jin Sufang was also looking at him. There was indeed some gratitude in her eyes, and there even seemed to be something else in her eyes.
Sang Liren sighed again, reached out and put the talisman on Jin Sufang's forehead.
"That's why I never had a girlfriend."
The Sangli people all muttered:
Then he took off his suit and placed it under Jin Sufang.
...Originally, if it develops, there may be opportunities...
Sang Liren regretfully recalled the way Jin Sufang looked at him just now, and then walked up to Young Master Tan. The one who has not yet posted the Forgetting Talisman is the only one left who is known as the number one dude in Jingcheng. .
"Hello."
Looking at the Sangli people walking over, Mr. Tan forced a smile on his face and said hello to the Sangli people.
To be honest, this young man's courage was actually quite good. Although he was not as calm as Jin Sufang just now, he was not so frightened that he lost control of his emotions.
"Hello."
Sang Liren also nodded towards Young Master Tan.
"Here, how much money should I give you so that you can let me go."
Young Master Tan asked cautiously.
The Sang Li people were too lazy to pay attention to him and dug into his trouser pockets, ready to put the Forgotten Talisman on this guy.
But the next moment, Sang Liren's expression froze.
Because there is no Forgotten Talisman in my trouser pocket.
Every time he came out, he would bring a few Talisman of Forgetfulness with him, but the number was not certain, because he was here to watch a show today, so he didn't bring too many. How could he have imagined that such a thing would happen beforehand.
However, the Sangli people immediately thought that there seemed to be a few forgetful charms on Junior Brother Shu, and the disciples of the academy also had ways to erase the memories of these people.
So he didn't care, pointed to the corner, and said to Young Master Tan:
"Go and squat there for a while."
Young Master Tan didn't understand why he had to squat in the corner when it was his turn, but he still walked towards the corner obediently and wisely.
Just when Mr. Tan was about to reach the corner, the wall suddenly exploded and a big hole opened, and then a figure rolled in through the hole.
"Junior Brother Shu!"
Sang Liren's eyes flashed, his body swayed, and he appeared in front of Shu Guan.
However, he did not immediately check Shu Guan's situation. Instead, he flicked the tea cup with his finger, and a curtain of water suddenly flew up from the tea cup, surrounding him and Shu Guan.
The Sangli people didn't know exactly what happened, but they knew something must have happened.
And he also heard from his second senior brother Mu Yao that the seventh junior brother's physical body was so powerful, but now the seventh junior brother rolled in like a gourd rolling on the ground.
So he immediately launched the water curtain, and then prepared to ask Shuguan what happened.
But there was no need for him to ask anymore, because when he just launched the water curtain, the wall in front of him shattered inch by inch like a paper lake.
Amidst the dust and smoke rising high, a burly man's figure slowly walked out.
When Sang Liren saw the man's appearance clearly, he was startled for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.
Compared to Shu Guan, he naturally had more knowledge. Although he also didn't know what this burly man was, he immediately saw that this burly man was definitely not a living creature.
The corpse puppet took a step forward, came to the water curtain, and then punched. The water curtain that could not even be penetrated by bullets just now exploded into water droplets all over the sky under the fist.
With a Kacha sound, the water glass in Sangliren's hand also cracked.
Sang Liren's face changed again, and he realized how scary this weird man was. He quickly squeezed the Taoist formula with his hands and pointed at the weird man. A spark flew out from his fingertips, and instantly turned into a ball of fire, and rushed towards the weird man. .
This time, it wasn’t the fake fire that scared away the audience just now.
It's a pity that the blazing fire fell on the strange man, just like falling on the extremely cold snow, and went out with a sizzling sound.
The strange man took another step forward and waved his palm. Sang Liren, like Shu Guan a few seconds ago, flew away. He was in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he passed out.
As for the reason why he didn't die, it was because the noble lady told the corpse puppet not long ago that she wanted to spare his life.
At the same time that the Sangli man flew out, Shu Guan, who had just stopped rolling, jumped up from the ground and pounced on the strange man again.
But the next moment, he was kicked away again.
As the zombie walked, his movements seemed a little stiff, but his punches, palms, and kicks were faster than lightning.
Then three long swords appeared around the strange man.
Yang Jianqing, Song Chunkang, and He Pilian, three disciples of Yuelan Academy, naturally discovered what had happened here and rushed over immediately.
The corpse puppet let the three long swords fall on his body and made a steel-like sound at this time.
In fact, these three long swords can penetrate even real steel.
But when it stabbed the body of the corpse puppet, the sword suddenly bent, and the tip of the sword couldn't even pierce the corpse puppet's skin.
The expressions of the three academy disciples suddenly changed.
A strange and ugly smile appeared on the zombie's face, and then he moved, violently and cruelly.
One palm fell down, grabbed He Pilian's hand, and with a slight break, He Pilian's long sword was broken into two pieces. At the same time, his other hand punched He Pilian's chest, directly hitting He Pilian's chest. A large hole emerged from the lake of flesh and blood.
Then he turned around and hit Song Chunkang suddenly. Song Chunkang's sword was broken and his body was smashed into a puddle of mud.
In less than a second, two academy disciples were instantly killed by corpse puppets.
"Junior Brother Song! Junior Brother He!"
Yang Jianqing's eyes were about to burst, and he roared with grief and anger.
The corpse puppet's fist had already hit his face.
Yang Jianqing blocked the sword horizontally, and then broke the sword in the same way. However, when the corpse puppet's fist barely touched his face, a ball of lightning exploded in front of Yang Jianqing, blocking the corpse puppet's fist.
Then Yang Jianqing's body flew upside down for more than ten meters, fell to the ground, his face was covered with blood, and he was dying.
After all, his cultivation and conduct were superior to those of Song Chunkang and He Pilian. Not long ago, he wrote three characters, while Song Chunkang and He Pilian could only write two.
Therefore, Yang Jianqing was not killed by the zombie punch.
However, this seemed to only delay his death by a few seconds.
Because the corpse puppet had already jumped to his side, raised its foot and stepped on his head.
In the distance, Shu Guan stood up.
Everyone was instantly killed or injured by the corpse puppet's attack. Although he was also helpless when facing the zombie, the corpse puppet's two attacks on him did not really hurt him. he.
So Shu Guan stood up immediately both times.
But this time, he finally had a chance to take action.
A mahogany sword slipped out of his sleeve and came into Shu Guan's palm. Shu Guan raised the sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the corpse puppet in the distance, and his spiritual power began to circulate rapidly.
In front of the sword tip, a sword light suddenly appeared.
Three feet of sword light!
In the gathering of classmates this morning, Third Senior Sister said that a practitioner who specializes in swordsmanship can make the flying sword produce a sword light of one and a half feet when the Zhou Tian Gong is perfected.
As for Shu Guan, with the skill of three little Zhoutians, it is already very impressive to be able to produce half an inch of sword light.
But now, a three-foot sword glow appeared directly on the peach wood sword!
The white light is scorching, like the scorching sun, which makes people unable to look at it.
Then, the peach wood sword flew out from Shu Guan's hand.
The sword turned into a palm-sized green leaf in the air.
If Rui Jianqiao were here at this moment, she would be inexplicably shocked, because she has practiced Qingping's sword-controlling technique for three years, but she has never triggered the true sword intention of this sword-controlling technique.
When Shu Guan used it for the first time, his sword turned into Qingping.
The green apple leaves flew leisurely over a distance of more than ten meters, fell, and floated past the corpse's neck.
The corpse puppet's head rolled down.
