Amidst the dust, smoke and hustle and bustle, green bricks were broken from time to time, and blood and water gathered into small streams, trickling down the stairs little by little.
The spider-like evil beast with strangely long limbs sniffed, with an intoxicated look on its face.
Blood and flesh...
Hiccup - hiccup -
It raised its head high and let out a weird laugh from its throat.
Where it stood, the floor tiles exploded and shattered into stones. Arms as tall as a man were stretched out, like a spear, piercing Baizhu, who did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Keng!
A hard collision sounded, and it blinked in confusion. The sound of stabbing didn't seem to be the sound of flesh.
A whip kick came over me hard!
The collision between bones caused its face to tilt to the right, and then its field of vision was filled with another fist.
The fist mark vibrated violently in the air, like an elephant snoring its trunk. The arm bones to the finger bones formed a straight line, and the blood flowed into the center of the fist, and the blood was as red as cinnabar.
After observing Mr. Zhao Er's boxing intention, he now used the crude Elephant Boxing to its extreme.
The punch was so fierce that it drove the zombie into the ground, leaving a small pit.
Baizhu, who was covered in blood, did not stop. He crushed the bricks with one foot and pushed forward.
The wind of the fist lifted up the sleeves and made a dense slapping sound, making a thump, thump, thump, like the dull sound of a heart beating.
Since completing the Great Perfection of Changchun Gong, he feels as if his energy is endless.
This time, it was a style of play that was unthinkable in the past.
Every time he swung his fist, it was like a heavy hammer striking down hard. He regarded the zombies as iron embryos, and his fist was the sledgehammer that smashed open the iron embryos.
"open!"
Bai Shu shouted angrily in his heart, slightly arched his body, bent his knees, raised his waist, and then punched.
The mighty roar of the tiger roared loudly, and even though the punch hadn't arrived, the dark energy penetrating the bones had already crushed the bluestone under the zombie's head.
Bang!
Bai Shu opened his eyes wide in shock, and the punch was caught.
Hiccup - hiccup -
The zombies laughed strangely, and little by little, his fist was pushed back, and his muscles trembled under the load.
Underground, a hand popped up.
boom!
Bang bang!!!
Suddenly, the ground was spinning.
Bai Zhu felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding car, and his energy and blood surged. Even in the end, he crossed his arms to protect his heart, and his sternum was still in excruciating pain.
There was a moment of darkness before his eyes, and stars were flying around. After a while, he reluctantly got up from the ground.
The warm water dripped, Atractylodes touched the nose, and the back of the hand became scarlet.
The zombie wearing black clothes and crawling on the ground tilted its head and blinked its eyes.
The pain in his chest became more and more intense, and Baizhu couldn't bear it any longer. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground again.
"Coach Tang?"
The head in the black clothes turned around, it was a lean and capable face, with a scar on the left side of his face from the corner of his eye through his lip.
It laughed twice strangely at Bai Zhu, hiccup, and its pupils were white.
A veritable first level, a warrior who achieves fetal breath.
In his early years, Tang Jiaotou worked as an escort at the Fuwei Escort Bureau. Later, in order to seek peace, he was recruited by the Zhao family and became the nursing home instructor.
The bones tempered by the innate energy are as hard as steel, and the skin is more flexible than old cowhide.
"Those who are pregnant cannot breathe through their mouth and nose, just like they are in a fetus."
"A person can rely on the baby in the mother's womb, subdue the inner Qi, and hold it firmly in one place. This is called fetal breath."
Collect the true one and conquer your inner energy.
The mystery of the Fetal Breathing Realm is far beyond what laymen who have not yet entered the martial arts can understand.
When an ordinary person turns into a zombie, his muscles, bones, and strength are much stronger than before he was alive, let alone a warrior in the Fetal Breath Realm.
After turning into a zombie, Coach Tang was even more terrifying than before.
"I really didn't think about it..."
Bai Shu jumped up from the ground. At this moment, the zombies rushing over like antelopes were walking quickly on the ground.
Clang!
The ground where he had just landed was penetrated by Coach Tang with one hand. He pulled out his arm and turned his head stiffly, his face expressionless.
"I didn't expect that." Baizhu swayed and dodged Coach Tang who was rushing towards him.
"You will become like this too."
The sound of thunder sounded again, and Baizhu suddenly appeared behind Teacher Tang. His figure was already in the air, like a big cat or a spider.
"You zombies are all like strange species."
He grasped the zombie's ankles and swung it towards the ground.
A large piece of gravel rose up like a curtain.
After the zombie broke free, he disappeared again.
Two figures rolled out of the noisy air waves, and the tiger's roar shook the air, creating waves of wind.
Hiccup - hiccup -
The two of them collided fiercely within three feet like galloping horses. The moment they got close to each other, a flash of lightning appeared.
Bai Shu appeared behind Coach Tang as if teleporting, but before he could punch, he was kicked away.
The long knife stuck in front of him was kicked into two pieces, and Bai Shu drew several feet backwards. He exerted force on his lower body and barely managed to stabilize his body.
The shining half of the blade and the shredded scabbard were not far apart, and Coach Tang crawled over curiously.
He smelled it and licked it again.
Under the sunlight, the mirror-like blade was as bright as autumn frost, and tiny spots of light moved around as Coach Tang licked it.
Baizhu slowly took a few steps back, his throat felt hot, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
The injury was not as serious as expected, but it was not that light either.
The Qi of Changchun Gong flows at high speed in the body, constantly repairing all hidden injuries in the body, except for the initial and subsequent punches.
He has experienced the self-healing properties of Changchun Gong. The reason why his hands can still move normally is attributed to Changchun Gong.
The air flow formed a large net inside the body, and the essence was slowly injected into it, supporting him to stand.
Bai Zhu took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth.
"Brother, I really can't impress you."
The uninjured Teacher Tang stuck out his tongue and looked at Baizhu in shock.
"Anyway, don't blame me for not being able to win."
He took out a small black pill engraved with a thunderbolt pattern and gently tossed it in his hand.
"Tell me." Bai Zhu looked at the pair of Senbai moves and smiled, "Mouth? Or chrysanthemum?"
I wanted to use it to hone my fighting skills, but this whetstone is surprisingly hard.
If I continue to fight, I don’t know what will happen, but at least I can experience the abnormal self-healing ability of Changchun Gong.
After sending Teacher Tang off to heaven, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Let’s talk about the next thing.
Bai Shu took a step forward, and just as he was about to get behind Teacher Tang, a sharp sound broke through the air in his ears.
That's a feather arrow.
The air was sliced open by the unparalleled, pure strength and speed. In the blink of an eye, before Bai Zhu could avoid it or even see it clearly.
After the sharp sound of the wind tearing apart, the white arrow feathers were deeply embedded in the middle of Tang Jiaotou's brow.
It glanced skyward and moved its lips slightly.
puff!
The head then silently split into two halves, and the body fell to the ground with its long arms unable to support it.
And at this moment.
Bai Shu had just walked out of the house.
He stopped and raised his head.
On the eaves of Zangyue Tower, rows of glazed tiles are dazzling, like a shining white lake. The gentle halo makes everything brighter. Above the head, there is a vague firelight slowly falling.
The girl whose face could not be seen clearly lowered her bow and lowered her head to look down.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, neither of them spoke.
Beside the evergreen cypresses, there are several apricot trees with vigorous postures and large crowns and drooping branches. It is the spring of March. As soon as the wind blows from the forest, red and white petals, like bright snow, are covered with the spring breeze.
"It really looks like snow."
Bai Shu twirled the small flowers falling on his shoulders and said softly.
