The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Goethe's voice boomed far away.
The next moment——
Boom!
The music suddenly stopped with a harsh noise.
A figure appeared at the door of the boxing gym like a ghost.
The other party is wearing a white shirt and holding a guqin in his arms. Under the moonlight, you can clearly see the other party's handsome face, coupled with his slender figure, it is enough to attract the attention of any opposite sex.
Even if anger takes over the other person's face, it does not affect this attraction at all.
Instead, it has a strange sense of beauty.
Five of the Qin family's Liujia soldiers were stunned.
Only the leader bit his tongue the moment he heard the music.
The pain and blood stimulated the other person, causing him to wake up instantly.
"wake up!"
He shouted loudly, and a medicine bag came out from his hand.
Mixed with a large amount of brain-refreshing powder, mint and other drugs fell on the remaining five soldiers of the Qin family, causing these soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles to wake up one after another. They cooperated with their leaders to form a half-moon formation and put them behind them.
Surrounded by this person.
However, this person did not pay attention to the black-clad soldiers of the Qin family at all.
Just a slight snort made the six black-clad soldiers of the Qin family stagger.
It's not a vibration of the internal organs.
But the mind is swaying.
In front of them, either the hometown they miss or the person they love appears.
It's so beautiful that they can't even hold a knife.
"retreat!"
The leading black-clothed armored man gave an order, and the six black-clothed armored men all retreated.
The uninvited guest paid no attention to this.
The other party just stared at Goethe.
In other words, in the eyes of the other party, there is only Goethe.
"What did you say?"
In the voice filled with anger, the anger in the other party's eyes seemed to have substance.
Goethe laughed.
[Ancient Biography. Not Under Me] is really useful.
This is true whether it is success or failure.
If successful, the enemy will lose all will to fight.
fail?
It will completely irritate the other party.
It's like saying 'Hey, Thief Sun'.
Goethe glanced at the opponent's piano with a broken string, and then looked at the opponent's bleeding fingertips - Goethe didn't know how to play the piano, let alone music theory, but he knew what he should do at this time.
"I said, you are not beneath me!"
Goethe spoke clearly and accurately, word for word.
Whoops! Whoops!
The other party was panting heavily. He couldn't help but lower his head to look at his Qin. When he discovered that the 'Shang' in Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu was broken, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.
Then, there was more anger.
Ji Qin didn't know why he was so angry.
He just felt that Goethe must be killed.
Otherwise, he will never die in peace.
The anger turned into cold murderous intent.
Ji Qin raised his hand to grab the broken string, pulled it back and then suddenly let go.
Boom!
This string had a blasting sound and shot straight into Goethe's throat like an arrow.
Fast, accurate and ruthless.
What's more important is that when Ji Qin plays the remaining four strings, they not only arouse feelings and desires, but also shoot out streams of fine, blade-like airflow.
Buzz!
As soon as the fine, sharp airflow touched the surface of Goethe's skin, a layer of illusory golden iron armor appeared on the surface of Goethe's body.
Bang bang bang!
The airflow, which was as fine as a knife, was all blocked.
"'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique'?"
"A mere 'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique' also wants to stop my 'Piano Blade'?"
Ji Qin was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
Following the other party's words, the shadow of the pan-gold armor that was intact a moment ago began to crack.
The cracks spread rapidly, and then it shattered with a 'click' sound.
Turned into nothing and disappeared without a trace.
The sneer on Ji Qin's face revealed more murderous intent.
He expected to see Goethe screaming and his whole body being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
Just like the opponents he had encountered before.
His 'harp blades' are not only fine, fast and numerous, but also extremely sharp. They can easily chop even steel. Those who pride themselves on hard work are his favorite opponents.
Because, in his eyes, those people are simply living targets.
Goethe?
Descendant of ‘Martial Saint’?
In his opinion, it was nothing more than that.
Like his previous opponents, he will be cut into pieces.
look!
The clothes are torn!
The next moment, skin, flesh, and then bones and internal organs will be removed. The wailing will be endless, and the other party will even roll on the ground in embarrassment, begging him to give him a good time.
He has seen so much!
It’s all like this!
The one in front of me is no exception——
Um?!
Just when Ji Qin thought that the overall situation was decided, he suddenly discovered that the 'piano blade' that cut Goethe's clothes shattered when it hit Goethe's skin.
The 'piano blade' that could easily cut steel shattered.
Not one.
Instead, all thirty-six ‘harp blades’ collapsed.
He couldn't even leave a white mark on Goethe's skin.
How is this possible?!
Ji Qin's eyes were filled with horror.
Then a sentence blurted out.
"King Kong is indestructible!"
"You have actually reached the highest level of 'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique' and 'Invulnerability'!"
Amidst the horrified words, Ji Qin prepared to retreat.
It would be extremely irrational to engage in close combat with a person who has practiced the 'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique' to the highest level.
Keeping distance is the best option.
Therefore, Ji Qin retreated as soon as possible.
But Goethe was faster. He raised his hand and grabbed Ji Qin's shoulder.
Facing this grab, Ji Qin wanted to dodge, but this seemingly simple grab made Ji Qin feel that he could not avoid it. Even if there was wind under his feet, he finally fell into Goethe's hands.
This kind of capture method was something Ji Qin had never seen before.
Even in the 'Tingqi Pavilion', there is no record.
"What kind of grappling method is this?"
Ji Qin asked.
Secretly using his energy, a palm imprinted on Goethe's lower abdominal dantian.
Bang!
The applause was dull, but Goethe seemed to be unaware of it. He pinched Ji Qin's neck with his palm and continued: "Basic boxing skills."
"伱?!"
Ji Qin glared at Goethe, not only because of Goethe's deception, but also because of Goethe's contempt for him.
What are the basic boxing techniques?
He had never heard of basic boxing techniques having such an effect.
That kind of feeling that is like gangrene attached to the bone and like a dragnet, how can it be possible with basic boxing skills?
Bang, bang!
In anger, Ji Qin hit Goethe with two palms again.
As before, the applause was dull.
The only difference was that Ji Qin, who was being strangled by the neck, actually smiled.
"Have you ever heard of the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm'?"
"Even if you have practiced the 'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique' to the level of 'Indestructible Diamond', and your muscles and bones have turned into copper tendons and iron bones, will your internal organs be able to withstand the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm'?
?”
"Three Yins stir up your Qi and blood. I'm afraid you can't even stand still now, right?"
Ji Qin sneered and was about to break free from Goethe's hand.
If the cervical vertebra dragon exerts force, he will get out of the trap.
Um?
Didn't let go!
Ji Qin was stunned, but didn't think much about it.
"As expected of someone who has practiced the 'Iron Armor and Golden Clothes Technique' to the highest level. Even if your blood is stirred up by the 'Three Yin Qi', you can still maintain your strength, but this is not enough... Huh? Why is it useless?
?”
Ji Qin shook his body again, but it was still useless.
At this time, even the most stupid person will react.
Ji Qin is not stupid.
It's just that Goethe's use of [Ancient Biography. Not Under Me] disturbed my mind, and my reaction was a little slower.
"Are you okay?"
"How could you be okay?"
Ji Qin exclaimed.
Immediately, Ji Qin calmed down.
"'The Golden Cicada Escapes'!"
The joints all over Ji Qin's body made crisp sounds, and his whole body seemed to have shrunk by half. A layer of grease appeared on the neck that Goethe was holding, and his whole body suddenly became slippery.
But Goethe only exerted a little force, and Ji Qin lost his breath after kicking him.
With a shake of his arm, Ji Qin's shrunken body returned to normal again.
Ji Qin's eyes widened.
He was a little unable to react.
How did Goethe do it?
Goethe looked at the surprised opponent and curled his lips——
"That's it?"
The anger that had not dissipated immediately surged into Ji Qin's heart, but panic followed.
Because Goethe put his hand into his arms.
"Tsk, your chest muscles are very developed."
Woohoo!
Ji Qin wanted to shout and scream, but with his throat stuck, Ji Qin could only whimper at this time, and this did not stop Goethe from searching for his trophies at all.
Coins, bottles and jars of medicine.
There are also a few throwing knives.
Plus black lace underwear.
But there is no [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Shocking Method] that Goethe wanted.
Therefore, Goethe's hand was downward.
Then, still found nothing.
Goethe frowned, and then raised his hand to pass over the big joints of Ji Qin's body, and after removing them all, he released the palm that was holding the other person's neck.
"Write down the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Shocking Method] silently?"
Whoops! Whoops!
Ji Qin's breathing became rapid again.
She stared at Goethe angrily.
"Don't write?"
Goethe asked in return, raised his hand and grabbed the other person's neck again, applying force with his palm without hesitation.
Ji Qin felt this power, and she even saw the coldness in Goethe's eyes.
It was emotionless and cold.
She had only seen it in some people in Tingqi Pavilion.
And those people are all murderous guys without blinking an eye.
Everyone has killed at least a hundred people, and they will not show mercy even to babies.
A descendant of the ‘Martial Saint’ actually possesses such murderous intent?
Ji Qin was shocked in his heart, but he shouted with all his strength.
"Write!"
She originally wanted to say that I wrote it, but because she was worried that her neck would be broken if she was too late, she chose the simplest explanation.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought out by Mr. Wei.
The 'music' of Ji Qin just now affected everyone in the boxing gym, except Goethe, to varying degrees. Especially Black Tiger, who was paralyzed and unable to move.
On the contrary, people like Mr. Wei who have experienced life and death many times have stronger resistance.
"Wei Wuyou!"
When she saw Mr. Wei, Ji Qin couldn't help but look at Goethe again. Suddenly, he looked understanding, but there was unconcealable hatred in his words.
Obviously, Ji Qin misunderstood.
Mr. Wei knows.
But there was no explanation.
Even if the other party misunderstood that he appeared next to Lan Die because he was setting a trap for Tingqige, what would happen?
Does he need an explanation?
Not needed.
Because, the result is no different.
Moreover, Goethe won.
His camp won.
This is enough.
As for the rest?
What the other person wants to think is their business.
It has nothing to do with him.
Mr. Wei, who could carry it clearly, bowed to Goethe with his hands, then turned and walked towards the woodshed - the black tiger was still lying there and needed someone to take care of it.
Blue butterfly?
Being able to take care of yourself is a great thing.
Want to take care of a black tiger?
It's really too difficult.
Click!
Goethe pressed the joint of Ji Qin's right hand shut.
"Write it."
Goethe sat across from him, picked up his teacup, and waited quietly for Ji Qin to write.
However, Ji Qin, who picked up the pen, did not start writing immediately. Instead, he looked at Goethe with a weak and soft look, and his voice was as soft as a feather.
"Can you help me up?"
"I can only move one hand."
"It's really, really... inconvenient."
Speaking of the latter part, Ji Qin's eyes turned red and his face was filled with sadness.
Goethe nodded as if in agreement.
Then, he removed Ji Qin's newly attached arm, put the pen into Ji Qin's mouth, and let the other person lie down like this and write on the ground.
Ji Qin was stunned.
This was different from what she had imagined.
"I……"
Click!
"ah!"
Ji Qin wanted to say something, but one of his fingers was broken off by Goethe. Amid the screams, Goethe broke another of Ji Qin's fingers. However, this time, Ji Qin did not dare to scream anymore.
.
Even though the pain was excruciating, Ji Qin gritted his teeth tightly and did not dare to let himself cry out.
Goethe was not only a ruthless guy who killed countless people.
and……
Not normal!
It's epileptic!
is crazy!
Because, she clearly saw that when the other party broke off her fingers, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.
"Maybe it's because I met the most precious person in my life. I have become a lot softer now."
Goethe said these words, looking softly at the female swordsman who was sitting cross-legged on one side to adjust to her turbulent mood. His voice became softer and softer, and he raised his hand to tuck the female swordsman's loose hair behind her ears.
When he turned his head, he continued.
"For prisoners like you, I basically cut off the limbs and put them in a tank to raise them."
"If you are in a good mood, I will try another method, such as smearing the soles of your feet with honey, bringing a goat over, and licking the soles of your feet to make you laugh, laugh, and laugh until you die."
"Or, I will choose a wooden stick of appropriate thickness and length and insert it into your mouth, insert it all the way to the end, and let you die while still smiling."
"pity……"
"I can't do this anymore."
"I have become so soft-hearted that I can't even hold the knife steady."
"So, I am willing to give you a chance."
Goethe's words were a little chatty, but his expression was serious.
But this seriousness made Ji Qin feel nervous.
Under the preconception, Ji Qin felt that she had met a madman.
With his head lowered and not daring to speak, Ji Qinmo wrote "Seven Emotions and Six Desires".
Ji Qin was frightened.
In fact, it's not just Ji Qin.
Qin Huan'er, who was cowering aside, was also frightened.
The girl with a round face turned pale, and kept calling her mother in her heart.
Goethe noticed.
But it didn't explain anything.
He is indeed acting.
The effect is pretty good.
Moreover, he plans to continue.
because……
Sometimes, the "crazy" persona is quite useful.
At least, it will make some things simpler.
[The special secret technique ‘Beast of Desire’ has been supplemented. Should I use 12 points of bloody honor to learn it? 】
[Insufficient bloody honor, unable to learn!]
…
Goethe looked at the [Beast of Desire] which was still marked with the word ‘incomplete’.
Didn't say much.
"Let's go."
Goethe said to Ji Qin.
After saying that, fix the other person's joints.
Ji Qin stepped back step by step, staring at Goethe. When she retreated to the door and found that Goethe was still motionless, she was shocked to find that Goethe, the madman, had actually let her go.
Without hesitation, he turned around and ran away.
"You really let her go?"
The female swordsman opened her eyes and asked softly.
"Well, she made me realize that you are far more important to me than I thought, so I let her go - look, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Goethe lowered his head and looked at the female swordsman affectionately.
The female swordsman blushed and took the initiative to hold Goethe's hand.
"The wind is also very gentle."
"You know Yuexia..."
Goethe asked softly.
The female swordsman shook her head.
"Come……"
Goethe said this.
At the same time, a [Blood Crow Spirit] quietly followed Ji Qin.
He, Goethe, kept his promise.
If I say let you go, I will let you go.
But he only said to let you go, but he didn't say not to follow you.
