Volume 1, Five Elements, Chapter 57: I am a soft person
"Shoot that old bastard to death."
Huang Pizi faced a dozen longbows and a group of small leaders, but he did not dare to take it lightly.
The Grandmaster is not invincible. His five elements are metal, but his cultivation is not invulnerable.
He is good at offense but not good at defense. If he is not careful, he will capsize in the gutter.
Huang Taixian's expression changed, and he snorted coldly: "Are you planning to rebel?"
Guo Shanfeng's face was covered with blood, and he shouted: "Damn, he's just licking the blood with the blade of the knife and making a living. This is not the first time he has rebelled. Let me chop him."
Hearing the word rebellion, Cui Qi couldn't help but feel happy. Yes, why not rebel? Why not choose a mountain to change the village owner and find a good place for those poor children.
Guo Shanfeng's words hit Cui Qi's heart, and he winked at Leng Sandong. The knife in his hand vibrated, and a blade of light suddenly shot out.
The plan did not change quickly. Cui Qi changed his mind. He wanted to kill people and skin them, and make the word rebellion a reality. Therefore, this knife was no longer just a show, but a real fatal blow.
When Leng Sandong saw Cui Qi taking action, he knew that this kid was determined to stain Phoenix Mountain with blood. He had no choice but to risk his life to accompany him.
The two men took action again, and their power was astonishing. Not only did they stupefy all the little bosses, but Huang Pizi was also shocked.
A master, he is indeed a master. It seems that the master of the second village has long been disobedient and wants to take over the master of the big village and replace him.
Huang Pizi didn't think that idiot Guo Shanfeng could have such thoughts. The leader of the second village must have been dissatisfied and wanted to take advantage of the leader of the big village and the third village to attend the hero meeting and seize the Phoenix Mountain.
Since he has a rebellious heart, it is not a matter of seeing blood. Huang Pizi plans to go on a killing spree so that the restless people in the village will know that even if the grass grows in their hearts, they must be collected by me, otherwise they will be cut off.
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He shook his hands, and two big bare iron balls suddenly sprouted sharp thorns, like hedgehogs with fried hair.
When Cui Qi saw this, he knew that it was not a trap, but the power of the Five Elements of the Grandmaster. He couldn't help but secretly thought to himself, the old boy's Five Elements belong to gold, and he was able to wield strange weapons without showing his hands, so he was afraid that others would not be willing to kill him.
Cui Qi made a feint and retreated suddenly. The next moment, he pulled out a blindfold from his arms and covered his bright eyes tightly.
Cui Qi's actions not only shocked Huang Pizi, but also shocked Guo Shanfeng.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Cui Qi touched the blade of San Miao Zu's sword, shook his head and sighed bitterly: "To be honest, brothers, I am a soft-hearted person and I will not see blood."
What he said made even Leng Sandong stunned. If he hadn't seen him take a blood bath in Jinshan Town with his own eyes, he would have believed it.
The leaders did not notice any changes in Cui Qi, but Huang Pizi smelled something was wrong. The old man's small eyes were narrowed to a slit, staring at the blind man.
The person in a pair of rat eyes suddenly turned red like a fire in a charcoal stove, and smoke was still coming out. A strong smell of alcohol penetrated straight into the nose.
Cui Qi, who was blessed by the secret method of external skills, suddenly took a step forward, his green shirt swayed, and his whole body seemed to be bigger.
Huang Pizi frowned and said angrily: "What kind of magic are you doing..."
Cui Qi smiled, and he found that Huang Pizi's heart was not at peace.
In a life-and-death fight, the state of mind is very important. In Cui Qi's view, if the state of mind is bad, even if Huang Pizi becomes Wong Tai Sin at this moment, he will have to become a sword and wander the soul.
When the sword comes out, the light of the sword covers the moon.
Huang Pizi's complexion changed again and again, and before his look of surprise faded away, the two iron balls filled with spikes in his hands were already facing the long knife.
The next moment, the sword shattered into pieces. But in the eyes of a pair of mice, the red-faced and smoking boy was gone.
Huang Pizi suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him, and couldn't help but secretly said something bad. He pulled hard with both hands, and the twin meteors suddenly turned into two meteors and slammed into him behind him.
At the same moment, Huang Pizi borrowed the force of a tug and swooped forward, trying to switch between offense and defense. However, he suddenly felt that the two meteors failed, and there was another figure and a long knife with a cold light beside him.
In the eyes of the yellow-skinned rat, one sword turned into a hundred swords...
Attack the heart, then feint, then circle with an arc step, take his vest, and then follow with an arc step. Then comes the 206-style killing knife that peels off skin and bones.
In Cui Qi's view, how could it be possible to kill the Grand Master without using some means.
At this moment, Cui Qi was short of murderous aura, blood boiling and golden energy were useless. It wasn't that Cui Qi was holding back, but that Cui Qi felt that it was not time yet.
He wanted to see if the Tianshu realm and the chips in his hand could kill the master who was in a bad state of mind. After all, with these in hand, he would not die even if exposed to the light, but it was different if his blood boiled.
Don't talk about blood boiling, just talk about the Qi of gold. He is not a master, but he knows the five elements. If this matter comes to light, I am afraid that his murderers will be able to move from Phoenix Mountain to Yunzhong City.
The Sanmiao ancestral sword finds its way into the cracks and turns one sword into a hundred swords. Faced with such a sword, Huang Pizi is not an iron bastard, so he cannot bear it forcefully.
After all, Huang Pizi is a master, not a street performer. Although he is at a disadvantage, he is not without the strength to fight.
His rat eyes widened and he roared. Then he saw the chain in his hand rolled back and wrapped around his hand, turning into a pair of fine steel hands.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
In front of the two of them, a dense sound of gold and iron suddenly erupted...
When the voice passes, people divide.
Cui Qi took seven steps back in a row, his face turned redder, and he was breathing heavily. It seemed that he had suffered from depression.
Looking at Huang Pizi again, although he only took three steps back, his body was stained with blood and water oozing out from many places.
The two of them fought for only a moment, but in the end they made Guo Shanfeng and other leaders dumbfounded.
Leng Sandong on the side was not stupid. The third prince of Daqian was the son of a dragon, and it was normal for him to have some low-level abilities. He couldn't help but yell.
"The opportunity has come, chop up the old dog."
Leng Sandong's voice immediately brought everyone back to reality.
I only saw Shanfeng gritting his teeth and shouting: "Brothers, come on shoulder to shoulder."
As soon as Guo Shanfeng finished speaking, he heard someone yelling behind him.
"Cum for me and turn that old dog into a hedgehog."
Guan Shanfeng turned around and grinned at Hou Qi. Although the smile was scary, Hou Qi felt warm in his heart. Because tonight, he just did the most right thing.
What Monkey Qi thought was correct, in Huang Pizi's opinion, was completely wrong. He was a master, how could he be killed by an arrow?
Facing the incoming feather arrows, Huang Pizi's pair of iron hands turned into iron chains again, and were turned into windmills by him, shooting down all the incoming feather arrows.
The arrow was dead, but the man was alive. A group of little leaders took the opportunity to surround Huang Pizi again. Some of them, risking their lives, greeted Huang Pizi.
Swords and swords came and went, spears and axes struck.
For a time, flesh and blood flew everywhere, dyeing the night red.
I saw the two shooting stars in Huang Pizi's hands, turning and hitting a small leader in front of his chest, and immediately sent the little leader to the underworld.
Although the sternum would have been broken and killed by this blow before. But now the death of the little boss was very horrifying, with a big bloody hole in his chest.
After Cui Qi regained his breath, seeing the heavy casualties, he hurriedly joined the battle group.
With the addition of Cui Qi, the one-sided situation was brought back.
One person beats more than a dozen people, and must always be on guard against hidden arrows. Even if Huang Pizi is a master, he still has to complain again and again, showing his exhaustion.
Although Huang Pizi showed signs of fatigue, Cui Qi was not in a hurry to kill him. After all, it is no joke that a trapped beast still fights. If the old guy can't think about it, he has to drag him along with him, and he will be stealing the chicken but losing the rice.
The way to play Cui Qi is very simple, grind it slowly, until the old man's blood is worn away and exhausted.
The killing knife sneaks in at every crack. It can steal blood with one knife, but it will never cut twice. It only hits one person, not seeking merit but seeking no fault.
Huang Pizi also knew that the biggest threat was the blindfolded man. He also wanted to force him to kill him, but it seemed that the soles of his feet were greased, making him slippery and impossible to catch.
It’s frustrating. How come he, Huang Pizi, is also a master, but now he is being treated like a monkey?
In fact, from Cui Qi's point of view, cultivation is cultivation, and it does not mean that if you have enough cultivation, your life will be hard enough. They are all masters, and if one of them can fight eight, it is because of the fight.
It's like a crying and laughing ghost boy. In this life, he is either fighting or on the way to a fight. All the money he earns is in exchange for his life. On the other hand, a yellow-skinned boy is being sacrificed like a master, and his muscles and bones have long since become rusty.
In Cui Qi's eyes, there are only two types of masters.
One kind is a master who looks like a master. The other kind is that whether you look at it or not, everyone is a master.
Now that Huang Pizi has been figured out, it is only a matter of time to chop off his head...
Qilin Peak, those who drink drink, those who kill kill. While changing glasses, the quality of wine depends on the character. While using swords and swords, people risk their lives.
At the main table in the hall, Skinner and Xiong Er were hugging each other. They were two brothers, not to mention kissing each other too much.
While the two brothers were bragging about their fate and were in high spirits, someone barged in without opening their eyes.
"Wow!"
That was the sound of the wine jar breaking.
The skinned ghost turned around angrily, and saw one of his men knocking over the wine jar in a panic, and he also threw a dog and grabbed the shit.
"No, it's not good. Kill, kill."
The Skinned Ghost patted Xiong Er on the shoulder and said with a smile: "They are all stupid people who have never seen the world. There is nothing to be afraid of killing people. Let the second brother laugh."
As he spoke, the Skinned Ghost stood up, and the moment he turned his face, he seemed to turn into an evil ghost with bared fangs, and his sinister smile made people's hands and feet feel cold.
"Stand up and speak, speak well."
The one who threw the dog and ate its shit, Ma Liu got up, but his body was shaken into chaff.
The man was tongue-tied and hemmed and hawed for a long time, but even the Skinner didn't understand what he was saying.
"Snapped!"
The resounding slap fell on the gangster's face. It was the hands of the Second Village Leader who specializes in skinning people.
"I've said it all, so tell it well. If you don't agree, I'll peel off your skin and hang it on the village gate to dry."
With just one sentence, I immediately felt that the layer of skin on my body was gone, and my whole body felt cool from the inside out.
Now that I feel cool, my mind has changed.
"The white-eyed wolf was killed."
"Kill, just kill..."
The Skinner's smile suddenly froze.
"Who, who are you talking about?"
"White-eyed wolf."
The Skinner went up and scratched his ears again.
"Damn it, I'm asking who killed the white-eyed wolf."
The little guy covered his face and glanced at Xiong Er, then stretched out his trembling hand and pointed...
