"So, you have made no contribution to this world at all. It is impossible for people who have made no contribution to have too many records in history books." As soon as Yang Qian finished speaking, his eyes opened, and the muscles in his hands bulged. He grabbed the handle of the knife and slashed at Long Daoyuan's head.
As long as this blow can hit, let alone the sword master, it will be useless for you to seek defeat alone. At this moment, Long Daoyuan suddenly raised his head, dodged Yang Qian's fatal knife, and rushed towards him.
Yang Qian had been on guard against him for a long time, how could he let him succeed. With a kick from his short leg, Long Daoyuan reacted quickly and dodged again. Yang Qian held his sword in front, preparing to defend.
Unexpectedly, Long Daoyuan's eyes were red and he hugged Yang Qian tightly. Knowing that he was tall, hugging Yang Qian was like a child.
If he were an ordinary person, even if he could hold Yang Qian, he would not be able to lift him up at all. However, Long Daoyuan himself was born with supernatural power and picked up Yang Qian. The dragon-slaying knife was placed between the two of them, holding them tightly. , there is simply no way to extract it.
"Let me go~~~Long Daoyuan, is this your swordsmanship?" Long Daoyuan said with red eyes
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. I can't break the armor because I'm not strong enough. Your knife can hurt me because I'm not fast enough. The body is the root of everything."
"Hahahaha, let's die together." Long Daoyuan knew that the injuries on his body had been dodged intentionally or unintentionally. They looked terrifying, but they were not deep, but the blood shed was real.
If the flow continues like this, even an iron-clad body cannot withstand it. In addition, Wu Anjun's armor defense is as strong as a turtle shell. No matter how many attacks he takes, except that his body is not very flexible, it is basically the same as scratching an itch.
Yang Qian: It hurts so much to scratch your uncle, okay? There are bows and arrows for long-range attacks, and the weird butcher knife for close combat, which made Long Daoyuan feel like he was biting a dog and a hedgehog, with nowhere to bite.
Since he knew that he was bound to die, it would be better to die with Yang Qian in his arms. Long Daoyuan used the greatest strength in his life to hug Yang Qian and ran towards the cliff.
Yang Gan turned his head and looked, and he was so frightened that he immediately started struggling violently before he could curse. Unfortunately, the strength of Long Daoyuan, who was already determined to die, was frightening.
Yang Qian was in a panic at this time. He wanted to take the violent blood pill and open it up, but his hands were tightly pressed by the dragon-slaying knife.
The whole person is in a state of airborne, and there is no way to use force at all. Suddenly, Yang Qian seemed to have thought of something, raised his toes, rubbed them hard with the soles of his feet, and placed them on Long Daoyuan's knees.
It was obvious that Long Daoyuan's sprinting speed was stagnant. Yang Qian felt happy in his heart and immediately directed a burst of crazy output towards his knee.
A "stuck" sound! Before Yang Qian could react, his whole body instantly entered a state of weightlessness, and the scene in front of him quickly regressed.
Scenes from the past life began to emerge. Enjoy the selfless care of your parents. Go to school with your schoolbag on your back.
My academic performance is mediocre, and my parents worry about it a lot. He refused to join the army in his hometown, packed his bags and went to the magic city.
Working in Shanghai, I am as tired as a dog every day. The kind faces of my parents began to appear. The scene changes.
Come to ancient times. In order to live, work hard to make money, in order to save your life, work hard to strengthen your body. In order to stop the persecution of the family, he worked hard to gather power.
In order to prevent the Huns from threatening themselves, they worked hard to train their troops and even directly destroyed the Huns. From a county, it has slowly developed to the vast territory it is today.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of unwillingness burst out from the bottom of his heart, and Yang Gan's eyes turned red. Being forced to live a new life, I had sworn a long time ago that I didn't want to be as mediocre as my previous life.
You have to live your own wonderful life.
"Ah~~~~! Long Daoyuan, let me tell you, you want me to die, that's impossible." In Long Daoyuan's horrified look, Yang Qian began to struggle violently, adjusting at incredible angles posture.
Yang Qian is on top and Long Daoyuan is on the bottom.
"Bangchi~~~!" A burst of water rose into the sky, and both of them fell into a lake.
A few minutes later, two figures, one behind the other, climbed out of the water.
"Wow~~~!" Yang Gan opened his mouth and suddenly spurted out two mouthfuls of blood. The strong impact and the explosion of internal injuries made him unable to hold on.
My eyelids felt as if they were extremely heavy, and I really wanted to take a deep sleep. My stomach felt like it was on fire. I felt extremely uncomfortable. There was no place in my body that was not in pain.
The dragon-slaying knife in his hand was thrown by Yang Qian on the shore. The knife, which was not very heavy at first, could no longer be lifted.
Suddenly, Yang Qian felt something in his heart. He didn't know whether Na Pulu was dead or not. Looking sideways, he saw Long Daoyuan looking at him fiercely.
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth twitched. This man's physical fitness was incredible. He fell sideways on the water, but he was still alive. He didn't even faint.
This is unscientific! ! ! !
"If we don't pretend, we can be friends, but it's a pity that it's impossible." Yang Gan murmured, having long been displeased by Long Daoyuan's pretentious look.
Long Daoyuan didn't speak, just looked at Yang Qian. Suddenly he took out a broken medicine bottle from his arms.
He took out the somewhat rotten elixir, mixed it with the pieces of the porcelain bottle, and swallowed it directly into his stomach. Watching him regain blood, Yang Gan felt anxious. At this time, he could only move one hand, and his whole body was in pain and he couldn't stand up.
The piano case and armor had become a burden to him. He opened the piano case with one hand, slowly took out the Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pills from inside and took two pills, and then took out two Violent Blood Pills and swallowed them.
Time passed quickly, and the time of a stick of incense passed in the blink of an eye. The two of them rushed towards each other as if they had agreed.
If you can't lift the dragon-slaying sword, use your fists. If you can't hit Long Daoyuan's face, hit him in the lower third. Long Daoyuan lost the sword in his hand and began to hammer Yang Gan desperately. If the opponent was too short, he would hammer his shoulders and head.
The two people put aside any sword skills or sword skills, and struggled and rolled together. If someone sees it, it will directly shatter the three views. One is Wu Anjun, a rising star who is famous in the vassal countries.
One is the sword master who dominates the vassal kingdoms, Ryu Dogen who is skilled in swordsmanship. But at this time, the two people were fighting and fighting like gangsters on the street.
After the two of them fought each other for more than ten minutes, they staggered back because they really had no strength left. Even though Yang Qian had taken the Blood-Breaking Pill, he could hardly lift his arm now.
Long Daoyuan was too fleshy. Looking at his intact armor, Yang Gan showed a wry smile.
At least three ribs were broken. When it fell, the leg seemed a little stiff. I don't know if the left arm was dislocated or broken. Now I can't use it.
Only a short while later, Long Daoyuan stood up again, limping. The area around his knees was almost soaked with blood.
He limped towards Yang Gan, his face pale and ferocious, and he vowed that he would not fall down until he killed Yang Gan.
Yang Gan was lying on the ground, unable to move. Except for his right hand, which could still exert force, there was almost no good place in his body.
The armor is indeed very defensive, but for people at their level, it is not difficult to put power into the armor.
"I have always wanted to challenge the number one in the world, but I didn't expect that today, today I will die here."
"Although you are not the best in the world, whether it is strength, physical strength, martial arts, whatever you can put forward, you are the best choice in the entire vassal kingdom. If you die in my hands, your reputation as Lord Wu'an will not be insulted." Yang Gan laughed miserably and said
"What kind of reputation is there? If you die, you will lose it. Only when you are alive can you have reputation. You are too persistent. In the end..."
"I don't even have any relatives or friends. When I die, thousands of people praise me and mourn me. I have relatives and friends grieving for me. But what about you? You are devoted to the sword, so your sword will mourn you." Long Daoyuan was stunned. , and immediately speeded up and walked towards Yang Qian.
Yang Qian's trembling right hand took out a cylindrical object from his arms and pointed it at him.
"Old Long, please take the first step. When there is a chance in the future, I will personally go to your Sword Master Palace to eat your tribute." After saying that, he used his fingers hard.
With a "swish" sound, a steel needle shot out from the machine scope and penetrated deeply into Long Daoyuan's body.
Yang Qian simply lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, because he knew that the outcome was decided. Long Daoyuan gritted his teeth and sneered.
"You want to kill me with just this little steel needle, hahahaha!"
"Laugh at your mother. Didn't anyone say you look ugly when you smile? Do you really think it's just a steel needle? Don't you think about what's on the steel needle?" Long Daoyuan was startled and hurriedly pulled out the steel needle and started Take something out and smear it on yourself, the instinct is not to want to die.
But the more anxious he became, the slower he slowed down. In just a minute or two, his face turned ugly.
His hands and legs were no longer under control, and his whole body seemed to be suffering from Parkinson's disease. After another ten seconds, he fell to the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
At this time, his body was no longer under his control. He looked at the sky and smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, he had exhausted all his mechanisms and used all his strength, but he still failed to kill Wu Anjun.
At this time, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and a head stretched out. Yang Qian climbed over with one hand. After he was riding on the Sword Master, he held a stone in his backhand and smashed it hard against his face.
"Grass mud horse."
"I'm living a good life, and now I'm here to disgust people."
“Isn’t it good to spend your old age at home?”
"It's okay now, my pension is in vain."
"Wait, when I destroy Shang Guo, I will be the first to poop and pee in your Sword Saint Palace, and even eat your tribute in front of your tomb." Yang Qian is not one of those people who talks a lot before taking action. People, if you want to take action, don't make any noise, just do it and curse at the same time.
Although he no longer has any power, power is relative. Yang Qian feels that he has no power, but the power he is using now is still very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.
