Bang! Yang Jing's flipped body hit the ground hard. The moment it hit the ground, a carp bounced up hard and quickly withdrew more than ten steps. The severe pain in his back swept through him again. His whole body was stiff, his face was pale, and his head was shaking.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yang Jing tightly controlled the moans coming out of his nose, and held on to the severe pain in his back. However, he could only suppress the fear in his heart and the feeling of exhaustion from the aftermath of the disaster!
At that second just now, he really smelled the smell of death and felt the cold killing intent.
Seder's punch was just a hair away from breaking his neck. No matter how hard he tried to dodge, he would still be severely injured.
But...what's going on...
In a daze, he seemed to have heard a familiar voice and saw a white shadow that was like an illusion!
Yang Jing slowly stood up from the grass, looking for his benefactor, but looking around, except for San Taili and the four remaining ascetics, there was no one special around him.
If there is such a thing, it is Seed who bounces up like an electric shock.
Can……
Seder suffered a heavy blow and fell down. He tried to bounce up as if he was electrocuted, but the next second he suddenly shook a few times and fell to his knees on the ground. His face turned pale, his expression was distorted, and his pupils were wide open.
The unspeakable feeling of boredom spreads rapidly in the body, brain and consciousness. It feels like being pressed into a deep pool, like it is about to stop breathing, like the blood has stopped understanding.
Indescribable pain appeared in the kidneys, liver and other internal organs. It was like something was beating the internal organs mercilessly, and once...and then...the pain made Seder twitch and tremble.
What's going on??
Seder was tortured by the weird pain and suffocating boredom until he almost fainted. His resolute face was distorted into shape, his body curled up hard, but stretched painfully, and the slightest moan floated in his breath and throat. The moment before
The unrivaled quasi-level emperor was like an injured fish out of water, struggling to his death.
What frightened him the most was, what happened? Where did the violent impact just come from!
"Sed!!" San Taili frowned and roared angrily after a brief silence. He didn't take action at the critical moment? Are you kidding yourself?
Seder? Yang Jing glanced in the direction of Seder, fully alert. Why did he kneel down? What kind of trick was he doing!
The remaining four ascetics frowned. They witnessed the tragic death of their companions. The strong smell of blood stimulated their taste buds and even stimulated their nerves. Everyone's eyes were a little angry. They could accept the death of their companions in battle, but they accepted
No such meaningless death.
He went all out to create opportunities, and I thought Seder would seize them tightly. He didn't want to kill Yang Jing, but at least caused him some injuries, otherwise he would be worthy of the title of sixth quasi-king on the black list!
But...he obviously took action, why did he suddenly stop and move away? He obviously stood up just now, why did he suddenly hide again?
Are you playing tricks on them, or do you have a new plan?
At this moment.
Because of confusion, they were distracted; because of anger, they were distracted; because they stopped fighting and because they were wary of Yang Jing, they relaxed their vigilance towards other things.
Distraction, distraction, relaxation, many factors are superimposed on each other! They may not be aware of anything, but they somehow create an excellent assassination opportunity!
At the end of the battle circle, an ascetic gripped the iron rod hard and stared at Yang Jing. He also looked at where Seder was squatting from time to time. His body was shaking slightly, not only because of his injury, but also because of his anger.
However, what he didn't notice was that from somewhere behind him, there was someone standing...
people!!
Wearing white clothes and coats, white masks, and white hats, only the glasses glowed with a faint red light, a strange red light.
Just so silently...appeared...
The atmosphere was still so strange and calm, and no one noticed the appearance of this 'doctor'.
Slowly... the doctor raised his hand... and slowly... appeared on the back of the ascetic's neck.
Then...
Huh?? The ascetic monk vaguely felt something, his body suddenly tensed up, the iron rod in his hand vibrated, and he was about to hit him as he ran behind him.
But... Bang!! The doctor clicked fiercely, and the tip of his middle finger accurately hit the depression between the first and second cervical spinous processes of the neck, which is one of the thirty-six fatal points in the human body - the Yamen point.
!!
The force of an inch of strength penetrates into the muscles, impacts the center of the medulla oblongata, and breaks up the Du Vessel, the qi that connects the Du Vessel and the Yangwei Vessel!
The ascetic's newly violent body trembled, and he was frozen in place. A strong dizziness rushed straight into his brain, and he wanted to make a sound, but his throat seemed to be stuck. He shook slightly for a few times, and then he knelt on the ground. Shaking hard.
After a few moments, I subconsciously tried to struggle, but my pupils slowly dilated, and finally... I was powerless and fell...
No more life!
The dull sound attracted everyone's attention, and they subconsciously glanced there, just in time to see the ascetic monk falling to the ground.
"Brigi!" Santari called out strangely, but there was no movement.
"Brigi?" The other three ascetics also called out, but there was still no movement.
Looking at the 'silent' Bridge, and then looking at the 'hiding' Seed, they were sensitive by nature and quickly realized the problem.
Santali continued to be wary of Yang Jing and used his eyes to signal the other ascetics to go and see what was going on.
The ascetic who was close to Brigi nodded, holding the black iron rod in his bloody right hand, and walked towards here.
Slowly, the distance got closer, and in the sunken grass, I saw Brigitte kneeling on the ground, with his head on the ground.
"Brigi?" The man was slightly startled and walked up quickly.
The moment he approached the 'sunken area' of the pasture, he suddenly spotted a white shadow next to Brigitte out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were slightly condensed, without the slightest vigilance. Instead, there was a cold light flashing, and the speed of approaching
Unabated, the iron rod in his hand was tightly clenched.
Roar! A low roar rolled in his throat. The cold-looking ascetic stepped fiercely, stomped the ground with his front foot, turned his body with all his strength, and struck out with a roar of the black iron rod in his hand, and struck horizontally with its fierce momentum.
An unexpected move, a sudden attack, and a ferocious attack was approaching in an instant. It was a gold level after all. Even though his arms were sore and numb, the attack at this moment was still very powerful.
However……
At this moment, the white figure suddenly stood up. A second before the iron rod roared towards him, his left hand suddenly intercepted the iron rod and snapped it onto the ascetic's wrist.
The ascetics are completely fearless and do not evade in the slightest. Can they resist hard attacks? They are experts in body training.
However... at the moment when the slap sounded, the ascetic's body suddenly stiffened, and he was frozen in place. His pupils were dilated and he stared at the 'doctor' in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to continue to rotate, but his wrist was locked tightly.
Hold on, your fingertips accurately pinched the depression on the side of the horizontal stripe of his raised palm, which is the Taiyuan point at the intersection of hundreds of meridians!
The 'doctor' looked at the ascetic behind his glasses without any emotion, at the dilated pupils, at the despair, at the painful suffocation, and at him gradually losing his breath.
The ascetic monk subconsciously wanted to resist the second before his consciousness returned to silence, but...
The 'doctor' slowly raised his right hand, and after a moment of silence, his fingertips suddenly clicked on the center line of his body, in the middle of his nipples, and accurately hit the Tanzhong point there.
Tanzhong point is the death point! It is the intersection of foot Taiyin, Shaoyin, hand Taiyang, Shaoyang, and Ren meridians. It controls the qi movement and determines life and death!
The ascetic's body trembled slightly, the last fire of life was extinguished, the strength of the body was quickly drained, and then... he knelt upright in front of the doctor, without any breath.
With the death of this ascetic, the 'culprit' finally appeared in front of everyone.
Yang Jing was slightly absent-minded, looking intently at the familiar white coat. For a moment, his spirits were lifted, and he exclaimed: "Fang Zhongshou?!"
Didn’t this guy disappear? Why did he appear here!!
Look again at the place where Seder was kneeling. Was he hit in the fatal spot? Yang Jing's spirit was shaken again. Without any hesitation, he rushed there with the tungsten stick. No matter whether he died or not, he was definitely hit hard. Since he was injured,
, absolutely can’t miss the opportunity!
Kill to avoid future trouble!
But before Yang Jing could rush over, Seder, who was squatting deep in the grass, suddenly stood up, hunched over and walked backwards quickly.
"I told you, there is a problem!" The child-like young man had been paying attention here. When he noticed the problem, he rushed over decisively, picked up Seder and ran at full speed.
"That's..." Seder's feeling of fainting and pain has not eased at all, like an out-of-control flood hitting his consciousness and nerves again and again. Since his debut, this is the most aggrieved, humiliating, absurd, and the most painful for him since his debut.
Ridiculous fight.
"Tianmen Gate God, 'Anatomy' Fang Zhongshou!" The young man approached You Ling's battlefield at full speed, his delicate expression full of solemnity: "Ever since I rescued Wunong Valley that day, I felt like someone was following me. Unexpectedly...
...The premonition was true, I didn’t expect...it was him!!"
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