Wang Gun's guillotine weighs seventeen kilograms, and Zhu Biao's Qingfeng sword weighs four kilograms and three liang.
However, the moment the seventeen-pound guillotine hit the four-pound three-foot sharp sword, the seventeen-pound guillotine became as light as a goose feather.
Wave after wave of internal energy surged like a tidal wave, breaking through Wang Gun's internal energy resistance in an instant, and rushed into Wang Gun's internal meridians like an unstoppable iron current.
"Poof -" blood spurted out.
Wang Gun's chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a big hammer, stars were dancing in front of his eyes, and with a "wow" sound, the blood in his mouth could no longer stop.
The guillotine flies away, and people get out.
Wang Gun's wide-open eyes seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were full of doubts, and he fell into the air. Wang Gun couldn't believe that everything he experienced was true.
In the joint confrontation with the elder brother, the little baby in front of him actually killed himself with a sword??
"crotch--"
The fiercely castrated Ghost Head Sword comes back faster.
"How is that possible?" Cao Yidao was dumbfounded when the back of the kowtowed Ghost Head Sword hit Cao Yidao hard on the chest. He had to be 'organized' to teach the technique, but he had already entered the third-rate level with just such a move.
Lost?
Cao Yidao didn't want to believe it, but the zhenqi rushing into his body told him what the cruel and ruthless reality was.
The unrestrained Qi of the "Nine Transformations of the Heart Sutra" wantonly ravaged the most fragile meridians in his body, just like a stream of red molten iron poured into a plastic pipe. The blood vessels swelled to the extreme and seemed to be broken out of the body.
Cao Yidao's whole body was filled with despair.
Zhu Biao's zhenqi brushed the meridians in Cao Yidao's right arm into tatters, like a sieve. Cao Yidao knew clearly that the meridians in his right arm were crippled.
"Crack-"
"Plop!"
With huge force, Huang Yidao slammed into the big chair of Juyi Hall. Wood chips flew across and he could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood, which spurted out two or three feet away.
However, although Huang Yidao looked bad, his body flew upside down in mid-air across half the distance of the lobby, and his strength had been released a lot. The big chair was smashed to pieces by him, but the appearance was more miserable.
Wang Gun was truly 'lucky'. He hit a pillar, and the violent collision almost tore his waist in two. Now he is still lying on the ground, dying, with words in his mouth.
The blood kept vomiting out as if it was free of charge.
Lying in a pile of waste sawdust, coughing blood from his throat, Huang Yidao's eyes were filled with deathly gray.
"Clang, clang, clang..." There was a series of sharp sounds of gold and iron, and the minions rushing up to their right hands screamed and let go of their hands. The three-foot sword floated past, but it was a sword drawn across the sky, unparalleled.
No one can support his strength.
Turning around and sliding away, Zhu Biao's body was like a wisp of breeze passing in front of the tip of the blade. It seemed that he could touch it even a little bit, but the minions on the left side could only watch, no matter how hard they tried.
Zhu Biao turned to the right without any injuries.
The sword light swirled, and a white horse flew out. Amidst the screams, pours of blood spread on the spot.
"Brother... let's go..."
"ah--"
"Second in charge!"
"Brothers, follow me and fight with him..."
"Second brother...Lao Er..."
"Bastard... Lamb, I... will fight with you..."
Huang Yidao's eyes glowed with death, and in the end they were indeed gleaming with death.
In the first fight of "Yinfeng Three Life Sword", Wang Gun and Cao Yidao were defeated with one blow. More than ten of their confidants were also found dead on the spot, one after another, and the strong smell of blood filled the room.
Wandering around, Zhu Biao didn't even frown, standing in the blood as if he didn't feel anything.
On the roof, I heard that Cao Yidao didn't mean to be a loyal guy. I don't think these guys were quite loyal to him, and the relationship between this guy and his second boss was not bad, at least he didn't insult someone's life!
Kill the second leader of the bandit, experience +10;
Kill an elite bandit, experience +3;
…………
Kill a bandit leader, experience +12;
.........More than a dozen people gave Zhu Biao 64 experience points, as well as two gold, two silver and four hundred coppers. The murderous aura value was raised to 3, and the level was also raised to 10.
Experience - 126
90, "Upgrade?"
"upgrade!"
Zhu Biao is very happy, this level has risen too fast!
At the moment of upgrading, all the fatigue in his body was swept away. After quickly adding 5 points of attributes, Zhu Biao looked outside the hall with burning eyes, and the fire in his heart boiled and burned.
100. Calculated based on 2 points of experience for each ordinary bandit and 3 points of experience for each elite bandit, the difference of 64 points is quite fast!
Zhu Biao's feelings about the friendship between Cao Yidao and Wang Gunshan's bandits were instantly forgotten. He looked straight at the entrance of the lobby. The sound of fighting in the village continued to play. These bandits were real to him.
It's a 'priceless treasure'!
He didn't even search for Cao Yidao's money and goods, nor did he search in the inner room behind the lobby. Zhu Biao tiptoed and flew out of the gate of Juyi Hall and rushed into the dark night.
"The first boss and the second boss are dead..."
"Everyone, run away..."
When Zhu Biao's character was about to reach level 11 and his murderous aura value had risen to 5, the screams of the bandits' collapse finally sounded in the village.
The frightened bandits who had been killed by five people immediately lost all courage to continue fighting after hearing the bad news. They fled directly from the front and rear (north and south) gates of the village, climbed up the east and west walls of the village and jumped down.
, these bandits who once showed off their power in front of the people, their performance at this moment is so ugly!
Zhu Biao took the opportunity to kill seven more people. The bandit, who had lost the last trace of his fighting spirit, just ran for his life. He showed his naked vest in front of Zhu Biao's eyes without any care. If he didn't take the opportunity to catch up and kill a few of them, Zhu Biao would have felt...
I'm sorry for this great opportunity, I'm sorry for myself.
