A gunshot heavier than a military flintlock rifle rang out.
Zhao Mengshan's arm suddenly erupted with a large cloud of blood, splattering with blood and flesh.
Even though he is a seventh-grade master and has mastered the Tiger Claw Kung Fu, the bones and muscles of both arms are much tougher and denser than ordinary people. Even if a ninth-grade warrior wields his sword with all his strength and slashes at his arms, he may not be able to break his bones.
, but under the close range bombardment of this pair of heavy muskets, he was still blasted through the muscles of his arms and broke the bones of his forearms.
If it weren't for his high external strength, the muscles and tendons trembled at the same time to release the force when he crossed his arms, and the entire forearm would have been blown away.
But even so, his forearm hung limply, with only a layer of skin and flesh remaining connected, and it was considered completely useless.
Zhao Mengshan screamed in pain, without saying a word, he bent his knees, jumped up, and flew straight out of the big hole that was blown in the roof of the secret room.
His internal organs were injured and his left arm was disabled. His condition had reached rock bottom and he was almost a disabled person. It seemed that he no longer dared to fight.
Shen Lang was afraid that he would run away and ask for help, so he had no time to reload his ammunition, so he put away his guns, showed his iron sword, stamped his feet on the ground, and jumped up after him.
But just as he jumped out of the hole in the roof of the secret room, before his feet even set foot on the ground of the practice hall, a strong wind hit his face.
However, after Zhao Mengshan jumped out of the underground secret room, he did not run away. Instead, he leaned on the edge of the big hole. When he saw Shen Lang rushing out, he used his good right hand to use the Tiger Claw Technique, squeezed out his remaining energy, and used his full claw to dig towards Shen Lang.
Face door.
His strength has been greatly reduced, but even so, if this claw is strong enough, it will be enough to catch Shen Lang's face.
Facing this sudden attack, Shen Lang, who had already known the power of Zhao Mengshan's tiger claws and had received special training in Xiao Zhao's cat boxing, had already become faster in his reaction, immediately without thinking, a thick hardwood chopping board appeared in front of him.
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Peng!
Zhao Mengshan counterattacked with all his strength, grabbing the hardwood chopping board with his tiger claws, until the chopping board was torn into pieces, sending sawdust flying everywhere.
Although the chopping board, which was so thick and hard that even a bone-cutting knife couldn't cut it through with one blow, looked extremely fierce and powerful, Zhao Mengshan's heart was already half cold.
After this full-strength blow, his internal organs had been injured, and his mouth and nose were bleeding again. He could no longer launch the same ferocious offensive!
Seeing that Shen Lang had completely jumped out and kept his feet on the ground, Zhao Mengshan without thinking, turned on his tiptoes and flew back towards Shen Lang.
But just as he hit the ground and flew back, a slender skeleton that looked like withered white jade appeared out of thin air beside Shen Lang. It was Xiao Gu.
Seeing that his missing treasure collection reappeared and even turned into a "living creature", Zhao Mengshan was immediately frightened and angry.
But just as Qi Qing appeared on his face, Xiao Gu opened his mouth once, and a sinister wind swept over Zhao Mengshan's body in an instant.
Zhao Mengshan's current state was not enough to withstand Xiao Gu's "Yin Feng Burial".
But the watery light blooming from the golden soft armor on his body greatly reduced the power of Yinfeng Burial. It only made Zhao Mengshan tremble and tremble, but it did not paralyze his muscles and make him unable to move.
But even this shiver caused Zhao Mengshan to pause in his retreating movement, causing a flaw to appear for a moment.
Just this moment of flaw.
Shen Lang, who was extremely focused, raised his sword, exploded, and drew his sword.
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded.
A beam of cold light went straight forward, like a moth flying into a fire, like lightning on a rainy night, with boiling murderous intent, it swept ten steps and pierced Zhao Mengshan's throat.
One kill in ten steps, a white rainbow pierces the sun!
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Mengshan seemed to have broken through a certain bottleneck. For a moment, his spiritual orifice opened wide, and his spiritual sense surged. He instantly realized that the sword was inevitable, and when there was no time to strike, he raised his right hand, made a claw, and blocked it in front of his neck. , palm turned outward, facing the tip of the sword.
puff!
A flash of blood and a bit of cold light hit Zhao Mengshan's palm.
Zhao Mengshan spurted blood and roared. While his palms were stinging, he clasped his fingers together and made a sudden movement.
clang!
Amidst the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, sparks flashed, and the long sword was broken by his claw.
Zhao Mengshan maintained his posture with his claws in front of his neck, and the broken sword blade embedded in his palm was dripping with blood.
His face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Shen Lang. As if there was phlegm stuck in his throat, he asked with a smile:
"Who...are you...why...kill me?"
Shen Lang pointed his broken sword at the ground and stared at Zhao Mengshan.
He had prepared many words to express his feelings during the decisive battle.
For example, I killed you to seek justice for those poor girls who died innocently and tragically at your hands.
Another example is, people who kill people will always kill them. If you kill people wantonly for fun, I will kill you to comfort the dead souls.
Or, do you think that you have a brother-in-law who is the Duke of the country, and you can really cover up the sky with one hand and do whatever you want? In this world, there are still chivalrous men who cry out when injustice is not done, who are not afraid of power and draw their swords in anger!
But when things came to pass, none of the various rhetoric that I had imagined came out.
Before, it was a fight to the death. Where the rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling, the changes were reversed in an instant, life and death hung in the middle of a deadly fight. There was no time to think, and every move was almost instinctive. How could there be a chance to speak?
But at this moment, as the murderous intention in his heart was poured out in that killing sword, Shen Lang, who had recovered after a brief period of confusion, had lost the mood to speak.
So, he only raised his chin slightly, looked at Zhao Mengshan with contempt and disgust, and said lightly:
"You are living and wasting food."
"..."
Zhao Mengshan's eyes suddenly bulged, and an angry blush appeared on his pale cheeks. However, his throat could only make messy whooshing sounds, and when his lips opened and closed slightly, there was only a large amount of congestion pouring out.
He is worthy of being a seventh-grade accomplished warrior.
The life-and-death situation of survival and self-rescue is indeed done beautifully.
Not only did he successfully block the edge of the sword with his palm and neck at the moment of life and death, but when the sword edge penetrated his palm, he even broke the sword body with his tiger claw hand, but...
He underestimated the power of Shen Lang's killing sword.
"White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun" is originally an explosive killing sword that condenses the whole body's energy and energy. With enhanced agility, Shen Lang also possesses instant explosive power that far exceeds his actual level.
So when Zhao Mengshan broke the sword, the point of the sword that penetrated his palm had penetrated into his throat and penetrated deeply into his neck.
To be able to hold on and say a word despite suffering such a fatal injury can be regarded as a warrior who has achieved great success in "refining the viscera", and his vitality is strong enough and tenacious.
But by this time, Zhao Mengshan's life had completely come to an end.
He shook twice, with a look of despair and unwillingness on his face, and collapsed weakly to the ground. He vomited blood at the mouth and convulsed before taking his last breath.
Seeing this "little master" whose martial arts skills were enough to crush him, under his careful arrangements, he was finally full of evil, Shen Lang couldn't help but let out a breath, and felt that the dark clouds that had been suppressing his heart for the past few days were finally swept away. And Kong's mood suddenly became clear.
But now there is no time to comprehend the state of mind.
The previous explosion was so loud that the entire Zhao Mansion was alarmed.
Although less than half a minute had passed from the time Shen Lang appeared to the time Zhao Mengshan died, there were already panicked shouts and people rushing toward the practice hall.
Without any hesitation, Shen Lang put away his small bones, took out the broken sword nailed to Zhao Mengshan's palm and throat, and cut off his half-mutilated left arm studded with lead bullets to the elbow with another sword, and collected some fine pens.
space.
After peeling off Zhao Mengshan's soft gold armor, and even tidying up a large piece of chopping board fragments in an orderly and fast manner, Shen Lang released Xiao Zhao and entered the fine pen space.
Xiao Zhao held the fine pen in his mouth and quickly jumped towards the transom hole. When passing by the low couch where Zhao Mengshan was meditating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a scroll placed on the low couch. The corner of the scroll that was unfolded seemed to be a boxing manual?
Xiao Zhao immediately turned a corner along the road and jumped over the low couch.
When it jumped over the low couch, its head lowered a little, and the lighting pen in its mouth immediately clicked on the scroll.
The scroll has not disappeared.
But there was a cold moonlight like a scanning light, which radiated from the tip of the pen and swept across the scroll.
After that, Xiao Zhao didn't linger anymore and flew all the way to the bottom of the transom. He stepped along the vertical wall a few times, then jumped up the transom and rushed out of the hall.
Just when it jumped onto the big tree outside the practice hall, facing the transom, the door of the practice hall opened with a bang, and several servants rushed in in a panic. At a glance, they saw a messy hall.
Young Master Zhao’s body was lying on the ground.
All the servants froze, sweating suddenly, and then they all collapsed on the ground: