Tang Guobin hasn't used the sword with anyone for a long time, but his skills have not been idle. Today, when he met such a young swordsman, he couldn't stand it. He drew the sword and fought with ease. He thought that the tomb guard boy in front of him would be a good swordsman.
It is also limited, even if you don’t use the sword-drawing style, you can easily deal with it. Who knows that after fighting with swords for hundreds of rounds, the boy in front of you becomes more and more brave as he fights. A sharp knife is cunning and ruthless, even Tang, who is a heavenly warrior.
The young man also had to brace himself and treat it carefully to avoid capsizing in the gutter.
Ouch! The two knives collided and sparks bloomed. Young Master Tang held the knives in both hands to block the opponent's blade and rushed forward. With the help of the strength of his arms and body, he pushed the young man back continuously. As long as his feet were confused, he could start to pull out.
Knife flow.
Zhen Jiale's strength could not match that of Tang Guobin, and he was pushed ten meters away in an instant. A few meters further back was the cliff. He had been guarding the hanging coffin for many years. He was familiar with every inch of the land here. He stepped back with his right foot and hit it with a click.
There is a pit, and the upper body lies back and forms a bow. The whole movement is completed in just a split second.
Tsk! Young Master Tang did not expect that the opponent would suddenly make such a move. The long knife slid away against the blade, and the person rushed forward two steps. Zhen Jiale suddenly lowered his wrist and swung the knife towards the opponent's knees.
The one-handed sword is a secret passed down from his family, specializing in cutting people's knees, ankles, and shins. One sword swing contains three hidden moves to kill, also known as one sword and three cuts.
"What a good boy, the soles of your hands are really strong. It's a pity that you don't have time to play with me!" Tang Guobin praised, and used his protective aura to resist the three swords on the ground without dodging or dodging. He only felt three slight shocks on his legs and feet.
Next, he stabbed Zhen Jiale's neck with a backhand knife. Once a Heaven Realm warrior uses the protective Gang Qi, it is like turning on a cheating device, and it will be effective against warriors below the Heaven Realm.
Zhen Jiale was using the sword so hard that his neck was already held by the blade. The protective energy he had worked so hard to cultivate instantly collapsed like a fragile ceramic shell. Only at this moment did he realize that the opponent was not something he could defeat at all! Remember when his father came before him?
Before he died, he said that if you encounter an opponent who cannot be cut with a knife, there are only two outcomes: run or die!
"What are you doing stupidly? It's not too tiring to bend like this!" Tang Guobin held a knife on Zhen Jiale's neck in a very awkward posture, as if he was stomping coal with an old-fashioned briquette mold. Who would let this
The boy was bent like a cooked shrimp, and it was impossible to insert the knife in a normal posture.
Zhen Jiale looked bitter, stood up straight, swallowed and asked, "Who are you?" He was relatively introverted and seldom interacted with outsiders. He even had a knife held to his neck and still asked such questions.
Silly question.
Tang Guobin sheathed the knife with his backhand, took out an old embroidered cigarette purse from his pocket and threw it over. Regardless of whether he took it or not, he turned around and left. He lazily said: "This old man is dying.
I wanted to see him one last time, so I followed him closely."
Zhen Jiale caught the cigarette and glanced at it. The expression on his face suddenly changed. He turned around and glanced at Xie Zhi Peak. He gritted his teeth and quickly put away the long knife, then followed Mr. Tang's back and hurried over.
In the intensive isolation ward of Tan Central Hospital, Xu Qing and Wang Chao stood in front of three beds. Here lay one old, two young, and three survivors of the corpse poison in Zhenjia Village. These three men had a common characteristic. They all
They are ancient warriors, one of them is from the Earth realm and two are from the Xuan realm.
The ancient warriors' unusual physiques allowed them to survive until rescue arrived. Now the corpse poison on the three of them has been removed by the royal nest, but they did not wake up immediately. Xu Qing had already tapped their dark holes and fell asleep.
He won't wake up until at least tomorrow. Now the isolation ward is a good place for conversation. Some things have to be hidden from Ren Bing, just like he did when he transferred Young Master Tang to Tan City without telling Xu Qing.
Xu Qing turned his head and glanced at the door of the ward. There were two heavily armed special operations team members standing outside the door. They could not hear the conversation in the room through the door. He took two steps forward and stood side by side with Wang Chao and said with
The voice transmitted into the secret and asked: "You should know the origin of the corpse poison among these people, right? Please lower your voice when answering, and be careful that walls have ears."
There are more than a dozen monitoring devices installed in the intensive care unit, and it is not difficult to avoid them as long as you speak in a lower voice.
Wang Chao nodded in understanding and lowered his voice and said: "Of course I know that what they were poisoned was a mixture of copper-armored zombies and hairy zombies. The toxicity is stronger than ordinary corpse poisons. Speaking of which, this kind of corpse poison is still old.
It's something that I researched out of boredom, and it's not difficult to detoxify it."
Xu Qing curled his lips and stopped talking. He had already got the answer he wanted. Zhuang Yan'e was indeed the cause of the villagers' poisoning. This woman would not stop even after she died. Next time she encounters her, she will be burned to ashes and thrown into a manure pit.
, even if you can’t be stink for ten thousand years, it’s okay to be stink for ten days and a half.
Wang Chao glanced at the three people on the hospital bed and said in a low voice: "Master, Yi Laonu thinks it is impossible for Mukui and the twenty bronze-armored corpses to capture the Dragon and Tiger Sect. The Taoism left by Zhang Daoling's lineage is absolutely impossible."
It's not something that they and other things can peep into. I'm afraid it will never come back and end up with no bones left in the end."
Xu Qing frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you still worried about them? These things have harmed hundreds of lives, and they deserve to be shattered into ashes." The old zombie's words made him feel somewhat unhappy, and his tone was also unpleasant.
Unconsciously, he became harsh.
Wang Chao quickly explained: "Master has misunderstood the old slave. The old slave has no intention of worrying about these disasters. He just said it casually."
Xu Qing didn't say anything else. He put his hands behind his back and turned towards the door of the ward. Wang Chao quickly walked a few steps, reached the door in advance and opened the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a figure rushed in and almost followed him.
He hit his arms full.
The person who rushed through the door was a young man with tears in his eyes. This reckless young man saw the old man lying on the hospital bed at a glance, and suddenly uttered a trembling cry: "Grandpa!" Two lines of hot tears could not help but burst out of his eyes.
He rushed to the old man's bedside, hugged the old man's body with both hands, and cried loudly as if there was no one around.
Xu Qing grinned, turned to the direction of the hospital bed and shouted: "The poison has been cured, and I won't wake up until early tomorrow morning." He kindly reminded him when he saw the young man crying sadly.
There is nothing wrong with living for 180 years, there is no need to waste tears.
"This kid is a donkey, so don't be stubborn. Don't bother to pay attention to him. Let him cry. This can also promote metabolism." A lazy voice came from outside the door. Xu Qing's eyes lit up and he walked out quickly.
I saw Mr. Tang leaning against the wall at the door with a smile on his face, smoking a cigarette.
Without saying a word, Xu Qing snatched half of the cigarette butt from his mouth. Without thinking it was dirty, he brought it to his mouth and took two strong puffs. He rolled his eyes at Young Master Tang and said, "Brother, why are you here?"
Young Master Tang stretched out his palm to wipe his hair, and said with a slight smile: "Brother, you don't understand this world."