Chapter 43 The long street is stained with blood!
Su Que was nearly two meters tall, and the White Lotus cultivator in front of him could only reach up to his chest, looking up at him with panic on his face.
The hard skills of the White Lotus cultists can make them invulnerable to ordinary people.
But when he looked at Su Que's high-stretched clothes, he could imagine the muscles inside that were bulging like rocks.
With this kind of body shape, he is most likely a disciple of the Lian family, and his martial arts level is probably not low.
The White Lotus cultist was afraid that the strong man would stab him to death with just one shot.
Thinking of this, the White Lotus cultist couldn't help but tremble, like chaff.
He wanted to give in and said that he did not dare to take a shot from the strong man in front of him.
But this will undoubtedly bring shame on the White Lotus Sect, and the White Lotus Monk will not let him go.
The people standing on the sidelines watching with bright eyes and excitement in their hearts.
They also wanted to know whether the White Lotus cultists would be truly "invulnerable" if this mysterious strong man in front of them shot him.
But they were shocked by the ferocity of the White Lotus Sect and did not dare to make a fuss.
‘Where did this life-threatening thing come from!’
White Lotus Monk had a smile on his face, but his eyes revealed murderous intent as he stared at Su Que.
Since the White Lotus Sect came to Yushui City, anyone who provoked the White Lotus Sect died miserably without exception.
"I wonder which path you are on?"
"If you want to provoke our White Lotus Sect, you have to think clearly!"
White Lotus Monk gathered the sounds into a thread and spread them to Su Que's ears.
But Su Que weighed the red tassel gun in his hand and looked at White Lotus Monk:
"If you tell me where Bai Wuji lives, I won't provoke you anymore."
Hearing that Su Que actually wanted to find Bai Wuji, Monk Bailian was immediately shocked.
Over the past few months, the White Lotus Sect has killed several powerful warriors. Now, the warriors in Yushui City will change their expressions when talking about Bai Wuji.
This person dared to find Bai Wuji, which shows that his level of martial arts should not be low.
"Set up the formation!"
The White Lotus Monk gave a loud shout and immediately drifted back, trying to distance himself from Su Que.
As he retreated, he injected a burst of true energy into the fly whisk.
Infuriating triggers.
The next moment, six poisoned steel needles, as thin as ox hair, shot out of the fly whisk.
Su Que's eyes were sharp and he noticed six thin needles. He immediately aimed at the White Lotus Monk and threw the red tassel gun in his hand with a fierce force!
The red tassel gun was as powerful as a swimming dragon, breaking through the air and letting out a sharp sound.
Not only did it scatter the six steel needles that were fired at once, they also pierced the left chest of White Lotus Monk, nailing White Lotus Monk to a wall.
Su Que was at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm, but this White Lotus Monk was just a "Three Blood Changing Tendons" warrior.
The White Lotus Monk faced Su Que and had no power to fight back.
"Killing, killing!"
When the common people saw Su Que impaling the White Lotus Monk like this, they dispersed in surprise and stood further away to watch.
At this time, some people naturally knew that the White Lotus Sect's "blessing by the inanimate mother" or "invulnerability" were all lies.
The leading White Lotus Monk was shot through, not to mention the White Lotus disciples who followed the White Lotus Monk.
However, Su Que did not kill the White Lotus Monk as the people thought.
On the contrary, he acted lightly.
Because he still wanted to ask questions, he had to keep the White Lotus Monk conscious.
White Lotus Monk had a red tassel spear inserted into his left chest, and blood was gushing from the wound.
He endured the severe pain and first used his energy to stop the bleeding.
However, he discovered that there was a cold Qi in the wound, which was constantly eroding his flesh and blood. No matter how he used Qi to stop the bleeding, he could not stop it.
White Lotus Monk and "Yin Wind Claw" Fan Wuyang are both White Lotus followers in Yushui City, and they have competed with each other before.
However, the "Yin Wind Claw" that Fan Wuyang had practiced for decades was far from reaching the level that Su Que had practiced for a few days.
Therefore, although White Lotus Monk felt that this true energy was similar to the true energy released by Fan Wuyang, he did not expect that this true energy was obtained by practicing the "Yin Wind Claw".
The White Lotus Monk has been licking blood from his knife for many years, and he has a ruthless energy of his own.
He gritted his teeth and did not draw his gun. Instead, he flew forward along the red tasseled gun.
Blood gushed out from his wound like spring water, dyeing the barrel of the gun red and half of his white monk's robe red.
However, before he had moved forward very far, Su Que rushed towards him and pushed him back against the wall.
"Ah~~~!"
White Lotus Monk's wound was repeatedly rubbed by the gun barrel, and the severe pain finally made him cry out in pain.
Although he was seriously injured, he was still holding the whisk in his right hand.
He suddenly waved the fly whisk, and with a burst of energy, he swept towards Su Que.
But before the whisk was halfway through, Su Que stretched out his right hand quickly. Because of the speed, the whole hand turned into a blurry shadow.
Click!
Su Que pointed at the upper arm bone of White Lotus Monk's right hand.
The bones shattered, and White Lotus Monk's entire right arm drooped down weakly. The white whisk also fell to the ground, stained red by White Lotus Monk's blood.
Su's fingers were on the upper arm bone of Monk Bailian's right hand and did not move away.
With a thought in his mind, four strands of true energy were injected into White Lotus Monk's body, wreaking havoc in his internal organs.
White Lotus Monk suddenly felt as if his internal organs were being burned, frozen, eroded, or cut with a knife.
This kind of pain was unbearable and made him worse than death.
"Where is Bai Wuji's residence?" Su Que asked again.
White Lotus Monk was so painful that he hurriedly replied:
"The villa at Dazhong Mountain, twenty miles outside of Yushui City... The hero has taken away his magical powers, please let me go..."
boom!
After getting the information he wanted, Su Que immediately put away his right hand, then turned his fingers into a fist and punched White Lotus Monk on the head.
Suddenly, White Lotus Monk's bald head suddenly exploded, red and white parts flying backwards with the force of the fist, like splashing ink, all sticking to the wall behind White Lotus Monk.
The people watching from a distance were stunned and speechless when they saw this scene.
In the past, they had only seen the White Lotus sect killing people on the street.
But this was the first time they had seen a White Lotus cultist being murdered in the street!
The White Lotus cultists who had set up their formation under the command of the White Lotus Monk, saw that their leader, the White Lotus Monk, was unable to fight back and died so tragically. They paused for a moment and did not dare to step forward.
One of the White Lotus cultists suddenly woke up, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the crowd of people watching, hoping to blend in with the people and escape Su Que's pursuit.
The other White Lotus cultists also woke up one after another, turned around and ran towards the people behind them.
"You...don't come over!"
When the people saw the White Lotus cultists rushing toward them, they were frightened and fled in all directions.
The people were afraid that when Su Que hunted down the White Lotus cultists, it would bring disaster to them.
"A bunch of scum, leave no one behind!"
Su Que put away his fists and turned to look at the dozen White Lotus cultists who were running towards the people. With a strong movement of his feet, his figure flashed and turned into a blurry shadow, rushing towards these White Lotus cultists.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, Su Que rushed behind a White Lotus cultist and punched him on the back.
The Seven Injuries Fist burst out, and the disciple's internal organs were immediately shattered into paste.
Bang bang bang...!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of fists hitting flesh was heard more than a dozen times in a row.
The White Lotus cultists fell to the ground one after another.
In the blink of an eye, corpses were lying on the street and blood flowed into streams.
Only Su Que was left, bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a murderous god, standing among the corpses and above the blood stream.
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