Chapter 127: Attack and Kill (Part 1)
"Chi~"
The erotic picture on the wall couldn't withstand the pressure and was torn in half. The bowls and chopsticks on the table were also clinking and shaking.
Suddenly two flying knives flew towards Qianyuan from the left and right directions. Demon's eyes narrowed upon seeing this, he hurriedly took a step back, raised his hand and slapped the flying knife to the ground.
The two flying knives stabbed at his ankles before they hit the ground. At the same time, another shot flew out from directly in front and shot towards his chest. At the same moment, a flying knife appeared above Qianyuan's head and pressed down on him.
At the critical moment, Qianyuan turned around and quickly went to the left, trying to avoid such a situation.
But at this moment, several flying knives that failed to hit instantly merged together and formed a big knife in mid-air, which immediately slashed towards Qianyuan's waist.
Qianyuan jumped up and escaped the attack. The big knife composed of four flying knives chopped off the wooden counter behind him. At the moment when the wood chips were flying, the other two flying knives were hidden behind the wood chips and came towards Qianyuan again. Success left two wounds on Qianyuan's body.
"Okay, you are really good at wielding a knife!" Qianyuan said fiercely, "But if you only take these two strikes, you can't hurt me."
After several struggles, Qianyuan took advantage of the six flying knives to connect again. He pressed his hands, and six black walls of fire appeared in front of him. The wall of fire formed a prison to imprison the flying knives, and then the prison suddenly shrank, squeezing all the flying knives into powder.
"Is it worth using black flames for just Fan Tie?" The man sneered, "Just follow me."
Just hearing the sound breaking through the air, the person should have left the room.
Qianyuan ducked and chased him. As soon as he reached the window, he could no longer see the figure. He was standing on the roof and was feeling annoyed that he had lost the opponent, when he saw another flying knife coming through the air.
He was about to dodge, but found that the speed of the flying knife suddenly slowed down as it approached him, and then turned back when it was four feet in front of him. It seems that this flying knife is used to guide the way.
He chuckled and ran over with the flying knife.
After they all left, Nian Chun Hall finally breathed. The men who came to play did not dare to stay any longer, so they got dressed and left. The girls in the store took it easy after they settled down a little.
"Why is there someone hiding on the third floor? When Master Zhang and I were in that room, we didn't see anyone else."
The girls became more and more frightened as they thought about it. They no longer dared to wander around at night, so they all crowded into a room.
After he ran into a forest for three breaths, the flying knife stopped. In a clearing, he saw that familiar figure.
"Su Xiaoxian?" Qianyuan said, "Why are you here?"
This morning he wanted to find this human sandbag to vent his anger on, but he never found it, so he came to this slum holding back his anger. I didn't expect him to be in these woods.
He straightened his back, pointed at Su Xiaoxian and said, "Just in time, be prepared and follow me to kill someone."
Su Xiaoxian didn't reply. When Qian Yuan approached him in surprise, he found that he was looking at him condescendingly, his eyes full of contempt.
Qianyuan thought of the flying knife that led the way and Su Xiaoxian's abnormal behavior. At this moment, he suddenly woke up and said angrily: "Is it you?"
Su Xiaoxian stood still. The flying knife in the air drew an arc and fell into Su Xiaoxian's arms.
"What? Don't believe it?" Su Xiaoxian chuckled.
Qianyuan looked at the thin man in front of him and felt uncomfortable all over.
To say that Su Xiaoxian is very tall is not a big deal. He is of medium height, and when he usually bends down respectfully in front of Qianyuan, he is not much taller than Qianyuan. But at this moment, he straightened his back. The contrast between his actual height and his impression made Su Xiaoxian look taller.
High enough to overlook Qianyuan.
And the way he talks. Usually when Su Xiaoxian spoke in front of Qian Yuan, he always agreed and never said much. But today he spoke in a tougher tone and even ignored his questions. That rude attitude made Qianyuan feel like a clown.
Being laughed at! Despised! Trampled!
What Qianyuan hated most in his life was this feeling. Just like he couldn't help but suppress the entire audience in the Nian Chun Hall, his anger was once again aroused at this moment. But this transfer will not make him crazy, but will make him calmer. Just like the battles he experienced in his youth, he calmly analyzed the battlefield, clearly understood the opponent's weaknesses, and calculated the best time to kill.
Qianyuan was known as a genius when he was young.
He was not a child of a wealthy family and had never been exposed to martial arts before he was six years old. What I did most when I was a child was playing the game of building mud houses with a group of friends from the village.
He was led into the gate of martial arts because an elder in his village entered the demon sect. When this person returned to the village, he saw that he was smart, so he tried to teach him some basic inner strength skills. Unexpectedly, Qianyuan was able to master Qianyuan with just a few words, and his elders were so shocked that they reported this matter after he was converted to Islam. It was because of this opportunity that he entered the Demon Cult.
He grew up in a village. When he came to the Demon Sect, one of the eight major sects, he seemed to suddenly see the vast sky, frantically absorbing the knowledge he learned. His outstanding performance was appreciated by Elder Wu within a month, and within half a year he opened up fourteen meridians in his body. This speed of progress and his legendary experience quickly spread his fame among the Demon Cult.
No matter which sect you are in, different statuses will have different treatment, and the same is true for the Demon Cult. But what makes the Demon Sect more flexible than other sects is that your status is not determined by connections or financial resources, but by your own strength. If you defeat an outer disciple, you will become an outer disciple; if you defeat an inner disciple, you will also become an inner disciple; if you can pass the devil test specially set by the leader, you will become a devil. .
In this way, Qianyuan was obsessed with fighting. In just nine years, he moved into the Wutian Mountain Palace and ascended to the position of Demon Son. And his reputation was completely established in these nine years and spread throughout the seven major countries.
For the past nine years, becoming a demon has been his wish and his goal. He had never thought about what he would do after becoming a devil. He simply thought that becoming a devil would be extremely satisfying, and his face would be glowing with glory.
But this is not the case. On the third day after becoming a demon, a feeling of emptiness that he had never experienced in the entire first half of his life enveloped him like an abyss. He suddenly didn't know what to do, and practicing kung fu seemed to him to have lost the passion it once had. He wanted to find something more interesting to do.
(End of chapter)
