Chapter 308 Treasure, Demon Monk! (I don't know how today is going, will it continue to fall?)
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The candles on the table emitted a dim yellow light, reflecting Zhu Biao's slender figure on the wall. [High-quality update.]
A pot of cold tea, a solitary lamp, and the faint sound of dog barking in the distance. If you were a poet, you would definitely feel that there is a hint of loneliness and desolation in this long night...
Suddenly, the watch drum rang four times, and it was already time for the fourth watch.
Unexpectedly, although the falling sky was pushed back by the tall man, the falling debris also hit his head.
Zhu Biao was pacing back and forth in the room angrily and funny. The Qiankun Gang just because he had lost face and couldn't teach Hanshan Shuangyun a lesson, so he vented his anger on the people at the five tables outside Yu. They were so damn overbearing.
Oh, it’s too damn arrogant!
It's just pure disputes, and there's no truth to it at all.
The banging sound of the night watchmen is intermittently, the sound is monotonous and desolate.
Zhu Biao secretly made a decision: "Well, since staying here will cause trouble, I might as well leave as soon as possible and drive it in the night."
He did what he thought of and put a piece of broken silver on the table. He took a look at the package and the Longquan Sword he carried with him and walked out of the window.
The night was miserable, with scattered stars on the sky.
Zhu Biao arrived at the stable in two seconds and carefully pulled up his horse without causing all the horses to bark. He opened the door to the backyard and led the horse out. Zhu Biao turned around and took another look.
The two men in the Qiankun Gang who were hung by him on the tree branch were smart enough and confessed honestly.
There was not a single pedestrian on a wide road, only the treetops on both sides were blown by the breeze, making bursts of "swish" sounds.
Zhu Biao ran for a while. He had already left Lishui County for a full thirty or twenty miles, then he slowed down, exhaled a long breath, and walked leisurely along the main road.
The silent sky, the silent earth, everything was so quiet. The wind blew in his ears. The leaves rustled, and the occasional chirping of insects, Zhu Biao caught in his ears very clearly.
During such a time, people's minds will always be extremely clear and clear. Some people will respond to the subtle details that they usually don't pay attention to or ignore in their minds, reorganize and overlap; some people will feel empty.
The brain is just like this, without thoughts, without thoughts, without form, without self...
The last four words are a bit mysterious, but Zhu Biao falls into the latter category and puts his mind into space. Because if he is thinking about problems, he is more accustomed to being in a closed space with something to sit on under his butt;
It's not like the sky and the earth are like a bed now, and the horse is walking under the buttocks. "Creak..."
A short yellow shadow flashed across the horse's head in front of him. Zhu Biao immediately came back to his senses and saw that the horse that had been sitting down had stopped and was kicking back and neighing.
Looking at where the yellow shadow came from, and then looking at where the yellow shadow went, Zhu Biao suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood in his breath.
With the gentle night wind, it floated from the place where the yellow shadow came from the left hand.
Zhu Biao turned over his horse and tiptoed towards the woods under the road. He had something to worry about, and his reason told him that he should leave quickly, but his curiosity made him explore into the woods without hesitation.
A pair of sharp eyes carefully watched everything in front of him. Less than twenty feet away, Zhu Biao found a dark thing hanging on a tung tree seven or eight feet away, still swaying in the wind.
Just like he did with those two thieves before!
Slowly approaching, Zhu Biao's whole body was startled when his eyes touched him. Both of his feet were nailed to the ground in a daze.
There was a man hanging on the tree. He was an old man in his fifties, with a slender build, an eagle nose and thin lips, and a messy bun.
A rope as thin and tough as a rubber band tightened around his neck and hung in the air on a horizontal branch at the top of the tree.
The old man's tongue was stuck out of his head, his eyes protruded from his eye sockets, his hands were bent and his neck was pulled back, and his face was twisted into an extremely terrifying shape.
This man must have suffered unbearable torture before he died.
In shock, a cold air rose from Zhu Biao's back. He walked to the front and looked at the man carefully. He found that the hanged man had two huge bloody wounds on his chest, and there were traces of blood on the wounds.
, White Bone Spots, it was astonishing that two strips of flesh were torn off by humans.
After calming down, Zhu Biao glanced around. On the grass to his right, there was a messy trace that had been trampled by people. He quickly walked towards the messy grass.
After walking less than twenty feet, I saw the corpses of two big men in short clothes lying in the grass. After walking for about a hundred steps, I saw another big man in black, lying on the ground with his limbs spread out. His belly was scratched.
The pulpy, internal organs and intestines oozed all over the floor, and the smell of blood was overwhelming, making you want to vomit.
Zhu Biao walked two miles into the woods with his heart in mind, and saw no less than thirty corpses one after another. The causes of death were roughly divided into weapons, claw wounds, concealed weapons, palm shock and poison.
Everyone seems to have good martial arts skills. Although Zhu Biao can't tell the details about his skill, he can still get some clues from his high-end body shape.
These corpses didn't look like a fight between gangs. Some people actually died from multiple injuries, as if they were under siege! It was very different from the first corpse he encountered after getting off the road. That corpse was similar to
The man with his belly scratched to pieces seemed to have died in someone's hands.
Zhu Biao pondered, "Could it be that... they were fighting for something? The person who succeeded first was attacked and killed by others? Or someone was fishing in troubled waters inside..."
Moving forward, the scene of the battle becomes more obvious, and the people who died died in even weirder ways. Not only were they struck with hidden weapons, but they were also beaten to pieces with weapons and heavy hands, which was horrific.
For example, one of the people, who was wearing a moon-white silk robe, was hit with several hidden weapons and was beaten with heavy hands until his sternum was broken. His head was also beaten into a rotten watermelon by a heavy weapon!
It seems that at the beginning, some people with weak skills were eliminated one by one, and then eliminated one by one. As time went on, the skills became higher and higher, so after obtaining the treasure, they were attacked and killed by others.
The bright red blood dyed the slightly withered wilderness, revealing a dark purple color under the hazy starlight.
Zhu Biao was shocked! He walked forward slowly.
After turning around two thick poplar trees, I was shocked to see three corpses in black and yellow clothes lying on the ground.
The three of them were all tall. You pressed me and I pressed you. They fell together. There was no trace of blood on their pale faces. Each of them had a blood hole as big as a fist on their chest. They each had three sharp knives in their hands.
intertwined with each other.
Zhu Biao had seen many dead people on the battlefield, but seeing the death of so many masters at one time still gave him a big shock.
Suddenly, another desolate scene came into his eyes. A tall man in black and yellow clothes with a full beard was slashing a sharp hand ax deeply into a man with a ferocious face and a slanted chin.
Black mole on middle-aged man's head.
The hands of the middle-aged man with black mole also deeply grasped the opponent's chest and abdomen.
On each of the two men, a blood stain like an earthworm slowly flowed down and fell on the soil, staining a large area of land black.
The leaves rustled and swayed. Zhu Biao regained consciousness, and the blood was still flowing. This proved that the two men had just died and that he was very close to the killing place.
Moving forward silently, Zhu Biao looked around attentively, but forgot to pay attention to his feet. So when a round thing suddenly stepped on his feet, his whole body was shocked, as if he had been electrocuted.
, flying up diagonally, the person drew a beautiful half-arc in the air and then fell gently.
In mid-air, he could see clearly that the round thing was a long horned dragon staff, and not far away, an old man in white robes with white beard and hair was nailed to the trunk of a big tree with a sharp sword.
.The blood shed by the old man still has a little residual warmth. Zhu Biao knows that he is closer.
After walking another forty or fifty feet, Zhu Biao finally heard some shouts and scoldings.
He quietly approached and saw an open space in the dense forest with sparse trees and grass reaching knee-deep. Four middle-aged men in blue shirts with the same appearance, age, clothing, and weapons (swords) were surrounding one.
The evil monk in bald robes.
The monk's appearance is between forty and fifty years old, but everyone in Jianghu looks younger. He looks forty or fifty years old, but his actual age should be around sixty. His face is cold, his whole body is sweating profusely, and he is holding two sharp blades that look like crescent moons.
, a pair of blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the four brothers in front of him.
"Demon monk, hand over the treasure, and our brothers will let you go today. Otherwise, you will die, and everything will turn into nothingness!" A man with a white face and long beard among the four brothers shouted sternly.
"Hahaha, the Four Swords of Lianxin, don't scare your Buddha. The Sa family fought hard to get this thing, why should they hand it over!" The evil monk's blood-red eyes were as wide as the eyes of an ox. "The body will die and the Tao will disappear?
If you have the ability, come here. Buddha can't defeat the four of you brothers, but he still has the ability to drag down two of you before he dies. If you want the baby, come on, do it!"
"Damn, let's fight -" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhu Biao's forehead, but there was a spark in his heart. The Four Swords of Lianxin are four famous masters, and the Demon Monk is even the top level.
Character: Zhu Biao is only one person. Of course, neither side can win if he comes forward. But if the Four Swords of Lianxin and the Demon Monk really fight head-on, then his chances will be great.
But I still don’t know what the treasure is that has provoked so many masters to fight for their lives!
"Who is it?" The demon monk's eyes suddenly rolled up, and his extremely sharp eyes stared at the tree where Zhu Biao was hiding.
The weapon in his right hand crossed with his left hand, and with a wave of his palm, a force that could destroy a tree and cut off its roots immediately hit Zhu Biao's hiding place.
The palm is thick and powerful, and it is one of the Demon Monk's special skills - "Powerful Vajra Palm". Just this palm is like a huge mountain crashing into his face.
Zhu Biao hurriedly turned out from behind the tree, his palms produced countless palm prints like lightning, and the waves of his palms produced slight thunderclaps.
The howling and powerful wind suddenly surged in, like it could crack mountains and crack rocks. Zhu Biao also shouted wildly, and struck four times in a row with his "Thunderbolt Hand", which was as powerful as a thunderbolt. He exhaled loudly from his mouth and pushed away with overwhelming force.
"Boom boom" two loud noises were deafening, and the sand, soil and leaves flew together, stirring like the wind.
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