Based on the confessions of the thieves, Tianquan chased them to a desolate place in the suburbs. The place was full of dilapidated houses, leaving many traces of where people had lived.
Tianquan guessed that this should be the ruins of a certain village, but the villagers had moved here for some reason. It was perfect to leave these houses behind to hide people.
Tianquan stepped into it cautiously. Among the ruins, only the wind whistled in his ears. There were about a dozen houses here. He started from the beginning and checked them one by one.
When he reached the middle of the road, he suddenly made a discovery. Tianquan found some dried charcoal in the room. He leaned down and checked the traces. He could roughly infer from them that someone had stayed here before yesterday.
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Tian Quan grabbed a handful of charcoal and crushed it in his hands, and pondered it carefully. Behind him, on the wall in the corner of the house, a figure holding a short knife was staring at him motionlessly.
Perhaps that look was too sharp, or perhaps Tianquan's good luck struck again. He caught the murderous intent hidden in the air in an instant, and turned around suddenly.
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At this moment, the killer who was clinging to the wall jumped down, holding the short knife in his hand and heading towards Tianquan's door.
"who!"
Tian Quan shouted in shock and anger, and immediately pulled out the sword behind him and stabbed the opponent. Unexpectedly, the man was actually a dead soldier. He didn't care at all about the sword edge that pierced his chest. Instead, he exchanged his life for his life and inserted the short knife in his hand into Tian Quan.
body.
"Well!"
Tianquan groaned, and at the last moment he turned aside urgently, causing the short knife to deviate from its original trajectory, and finally stabbed into his shoulder.
At the same time, Tianquan's sword penetrated directly through the opponent's chest, killing the killer instantly.
Tianquan threw the killer away with force, and immediately clicked on the acupuncture points on his shoulders to temporarily stop the bleeding. He covered his shoulders with a heavy look on his face. This was a trap, he could tell.
But before Tianquan could think of a way to deal with it, the enemies hidden in the secret appeared one after another. Under the bed, behind the earthen wall, on the stove, all of a sudden the small room was filled with expressionless people holding short knives.
The killer.
Tian Quan's eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth and switched the sword to his left hand. The killer just stabbed him in the right shoulder. Half of his martial arts skills were focused on swordsmanship, but this time he was forced to be unable to use his strength.
These killers don't know how to talk about justice. Tianquan was injured in a fatal place, which was exactly what they wanted. At this moment, several people came to kill him with knives.
Tian Quan gritted his teeth, first lowered his body and used his sweeping legs to lift up the tables, chairs, pots and bowls, blocking the assassins on this side. Then he stepped on the ground with his feet, and then with the force of the shock, his body violently retreated backwards.
Then he knocked over the killer behind him with his left shoulder.
The two of them rolled into a ball on the ground. Tian Quan took the opportunity to send out the sword in his left hand. With a wave of his sword finger, the light of the sword flashed like thunder and passed through the necks of two more killers in an instant. Their blood immediately surged like a fountain and they died on the spot.
He himself exchanged two blows with the killer on the ground, then snatched the short knife from the opponent's hand and inserted it into the killer's chest with his backhand.
The splash of blood dyed his robe red, and before Tianquan could breathe a sigh of relief, the two killers he had previously blocked with debris and dust rushed over again.
At this moment, he was unarmed and couldn't use his right arm, so he had to choose the lesser of two evils. He slapped the chest of the attacker on the left with his left hand, knocking him away, while he took the knife of the killer on the right.
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The knife hit his already injured right shoulder, which made his injury worse. However, Tianquan showed extraordinary endurance. After knocking one of them over, he turned his left hand and grabbed the other person's arm.
With his arms, he fought for the short knife in his hand.
The man couldn't break away from Tianquan, so he simply gave up the short knife in his hand. He lowered his body, hugged Tianquan's waist, and pushed him out of the house.
The two of them rolled around on the ground several times, and the killer was pressed to the ground by Tian Quan, who then sealed his acupuncture points with several fingers.
At this point, Tian Quan finally eliminated all the killers who were ambushing in the room. He gasped and asked the last killer left: "Who assigned you and why did you kill me?"
The man's mouth was tightly closed, not saying a word, and his dull eyes made Tian Quan's back feel cold.
"Amitabha."
Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, a voice came from the distance. Tianquan immediately stood up and with a move of his left hand, he summoned the sword from the house into his palm.
He stared warily at the black-faced monk standing three feet away, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The black-faced monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "These people have had their tongues cut out and cannot speak. They are called mute slaves. The little Taoist priest doesn't have to worry about it anymore."
Tian Quan's expression changed, and immediately became gloomy. The monk's words had already revealed his identity. If his guess was correct, this was another remnant of the Fox Immortal Tower.
When Tianquan was silent, he saw the black-faced monk slowly walking forward. As his true energy overflowed, the purple-gold halo around him began to flicker.
Seeing this familiar scene, Tian Quan no longer had any doubts in his mind. He only had one question: "Is the disappearance of the eldest daughter of the Xu family a trap deliberately set by you?"
The black-faced monk didn't say a word, but his steps suddenly changed. He released his clasped hands on his chest, and his figure turned into a swift shadow. A bright light condensed in his palms, like a flower bag blooming, and the petals were like sharp blades.
The harsh sound of tearing wind was like a scream.
The power in the palm shocked Tian Quan, and he immediately drew his sword and moved forward, but unexpectedly, the power of the palm was like a mountain of five elements, knocking away the invincible sword.
Seeing that the iron palm was about to kill Tianquan on the spot, at the critical juncture, Tianquan used all his strength to concentrate all his energy in his fingers. He threw the three-inch sword light into the sky, and then a meteor fell from the sky.
It's the Zhenqi Condensation Sword.
The black-faced monk also had a slightly frightened look on his face. He struck the wind with a palm and struck the giant sword of true energy. After blocking it, seven percent of its strength was lost.
The purple-gold light wheel around the monk's body swirled and spread, and the zhenqi condensed like a sharp blade, cutting off the zhenqi giant sword. The black-faced monk took a step forward, and finally landed a palm on Tianquan's chest.
Tian Quan was beaten until a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew backwards violently, sliding three feet in the air before landing on the ground and rolling several times before stopping.
"Cough, cough!" Tianquan struggled hard. Even though the sword removed 70% of the force from the opponent's palm, it still seriously injured him.
The black-faced monk walked step by step and stopped in front of Tianquan. He sighed: "The fractal sword is the most profound and powerful move in Qingcheng's sword-controlling technique. You can use it at this age. This kind of talent is unprecedented in my life."
The best thing I have seen is that Master Ling Yushu has extraordinary vision."
Tian Quan did not expect this sudden compliment. He moved his eyes slightly upward and curled his lips. Even though he was defeated, he did not change his attitude. He just felt a little regretful. He still had many unfulfilled wishes and was about to die here.
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Seeing his clear smile and lack of fear, the black-faced monk couldn't help but feel slightly moved: "What a pity..."
After pondering for a long time, the black-faced monk shook his head, his expression returned to its original state, and then he slapped it hard with his palm.