Are you going to die? Ling Xiaotian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with very calm eyes, "Can you tell me who wants to kill me?"
"You are already a dying person, there is no need to know." The middle-aged man smiled.
"Really? If you dare to kill people but don't dare to sign up, you seem to be a villain." Ling Xiaotian said with a smile.
"You have nothing to do with me, villain. You are just a speck of dust in our eyes. You can disappear without a trace with just a wave of your hand. Boy, if you want to blame me, it's your bad luck." After saying this, the middle-aged man turned and left.
Suddenly, Ling Xiaotian pulled out his sword, jumped up, and struck at the middle-aged man with all his strength.
The middle-aged man was very alert and felt a murderous aura. He quickly moved to the side at a very fast speed. This was the fastest speed Ling Xiaotian had ever seen. He was faster than the killer he met in the apartment before. He was obviously a very experienced martial artist.
A master, that moment just now was not caused by his own lack of concentration. The big reason was
Because this middle-aged man has profound internal energy, Ling Xiaotian is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The nine-turn illusory movement method is activated. The middle-aged man feels that his eyes are blurry, and then his heart is pierced. He looks at Ling Xiaotian incredulously. He was careless for a moment and completely
I didn't expect that someone who was already dying could deliver a fatal blow.
"How is that possible?" He slapped Ling Xiaotian away with his palm, took a few steps back, and looked at the knife on his chest with dismay.
Ling Xiaotian's body flew out and hit the wall. He steadied himself and said with a smile, his mouth full of blood: "It's not that easy to kill me. It's good that someone goes down with me to keep me company."
"Pfft! Boy, I hate it so much."
"I hate it too. If I concentrate, do you think you can hurt me?" Ling Xiaotian said with a smile. At this time, he was running the dragon-shaped nine-turn internal power, and saw a faint golden light appearing at the wound. The middle-aged man
Seeing this, he opened his eyes wide, and then fell down suddenly. He refused to rest in peace.
Ling Xiaotian supported him for a while, but finally his internal strength failed him. He felt a pain in his mouth and fainted next to the wall. At about nine o'clock, there were no pedestrians in a small street. Time passed quietly, and Ling Xiaotian's life was slowly draining away.
An hour later, a woman drove slowly towards this side on a bicycle. When she saw the middle-aged man and Ling Xiaotian on the ground, she did not panic, but got off the car to check on the two people.
A young man came to Ling Xiaotian after discovering that he was dead, and found that Ling Xiaotian was still alive.
There was a faint breath. Without thinking, she took out a cloth bag from her backpack and opened it. She saw ten golden needles appearing in the night sky. The woman frowned, took a deep breath, and reached out to pick up the golden needles.
After sealing the vital points on Ling Xiaotian's chest, he carried Ling Xiao on his back and ran forward.
After a while, they came to a courtyard. The woman carried Ling Xiaotian into the courtyard. After entering a room and putting Ling Xiaotian down, she went to another room and asked, "Grandpa, are you asleep?"
"I didn't sleep, Yu'er is back."
"Well, I'm back. I have something to trouble Grandpa. I met an injured person on the road. He was so angry that he was about to die. I hope Grandpa can save him."
"Yu'er, grandpa doesn't have much internal energy left. I'm afraid he can't use acupuncture."
"Grandpa, can you be there to guide me while I do the acupuncture?"
"This is a serious matter, so we should send him to the hospital."
"No, grandpa, the hospital can't save him."
"Yu'er, do you know that person?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know why you are so anxious."
"Grandpa, didn't you say that human life is at stake? Aren't we doctors just here to save lives and heal the wounded? Are you asking me to die without saving anything?"
After the woman finished speaking, the door opened, and a seventy-year-old man came out, "I really can't do anything to you, take me to see you."
"Thank you, grandpa." The woman happily helped the old man to his room.
On the hospital bed, Ling Xiaotian had his eyes closed and his face was pale. The bleeding on his chest had stopped, but it was due to excessive blood loss and the knife hit his heart. The old man sat on the bed and checked Ling Xiaotian's injuries. He felt a little incredible and said, "How is this possible?
, it’s really amazing that there are people in the world who can keep silent after suffering such serious injuries.”
"Grandpa, I was also surprised before. It seemed like something was protecting it, like the legendary infuriating energy." Yu'er said.
"Well, it's true that he is really angry. This kid seems to be not simple. He has reached the second level of martial arts at a young age. Okay, grandpa will take action for the last time." The old man saw that Ling Xiaotian's eyebrows were wide and full, and he was the most righteous among Yintang.
He was so angry that he was obviously not a bad person. After looking at his face, he decided to help.
"Grandpa, do you want my help?"
"No, you go boil some hot water and change his clothes later," the old man said.
"Okay, thank you, grandpa."
"Okay, why are you so polite to Grandpa? Besides, it's not you who you want to thank." The old man said with a smile.
"Grandpa is the best." The woman kissed the old man, turned around and left. After returning to the scene, she rode her bicycle back. She did not call the police and did not leave anything behind. Anyway, it was a dead person and had nothing to do with her.
In the women's room, the old man looked at Ling Xiaotian, holding a needle in his hand. He had not performed acupuncture for many years. He didn't know whether it would be successful or not. Without the support of deep internal strength, he could not guarantee success. "Young man, let's see now.
It’s up to you to decide your own fate and luck.”
The old man took a deep breath, growled, and a green light flashed in his hand. This was internal energy. He picked up the needle and quickly inserted it into Ling Xiaotian's major acupuncture points. At such a speed, you could see traces of golden phantoms.
Seeing the old man flying needles like lightning, when the last needle penetrated Ling Xiaotian's body, he fell to the ground exhausted, panting continuously, and his internal energy was exhausted at the last moment, but the old man smiled, it had been useless for decades
The needle was unexpectedly successful. It seemed that God would not save this young man's life.
After the needle was applied, a miracle occurred. Silver light flashed in Ling Xiaotian's body. Suddenly, powerful silver light shot into the air, forming a pattern on Ling Xiaotian's body, a polygonal illusion, and then the illusion.
Suddenly, a yin and yang pattern formed in the air. It was an illusion formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The illusion slowly fell down and covered Ling Xiaotian's chest. After a while, the silver light became strong, and Ling Xiaotian's wounds were visible to the naked eye.
The speed was recovering, and a trace of blood began to appear on his face. Half an hour later, Ling Xiaotian's wound was closed, and his whole body seemed uninjured.
The old man regained his strength and stood up with difficulty, holding on to the edge of the bed. He sat on the bed and took a pulse to check Ling Xiaotian's condition. He found that his vitality had returned and his heart was 60% healed. He could recover as long as he rested for a period of time. The old man stretched out his arms.
Chu took back the golden needle with trembling hands. At this time, he had almost reached the point where his energy was exhausted. In order to save Ling Xiaotian, he forced his energy to perform, and his life function had been exhausted. He accepted it calmly.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the old man opening the door and coming out, looking extremely weak, the woman quickly supported the old man.
"You come with me, he's fine."
"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you." The woman's eyes turned red and she almost shed tears.
"Grandpa is old and doesn't have much time left. The one who worries most is you. I originally wanted to wait to hold my great-grandson, but now it seems there is no chance. I really don't know what you will do alone after I leave." Replied
When we got to the room, the old man was sitting on the bed, already very weak even when he spoke.