Looking at the headless body that fell heavily, everyone present was stunned.
No one expected that at the last moment, someone would come out and kill Shi Kai with just one knife.
Tan Hong, who was killed and covered with bruises, was overjoyed, but the followers of the Liansheng Sect were shocked and couldn't believe it.
“It’s so risky, it’s so risky…”
Yang Yu kneeled on the ground with a knife in his hand, his chest heaving.
This knife, no matter the timing, angle, or strength, he almost reached his limit at this time.
However, if Wang Wu hadn't grabbed Shi Kai's fist, this punch would have penetrated his chest and even killed him alive!
With his current strength, it is still too much to face a warrior as strong as an ox. Even a sneak attack would be extremely dangerous.
“Vice helmsman!”
“He, they killed the deputy helmsman!”
“Kill! Kill them and avenge the deputy helmsman!”
After a brief silence, the followers of the Liansheng Cult became excited. Accompanied by bursts of shouts of killing, they rushed towards Yang Yu and the two of them.
Different from the bandits who will disperse when their leader is killed, the followers of the Liansheng Sect are even more crazy, and even at this time, they are still fighting.
Yang Yu was startled. He grabbed the knife in his hand and went forward, ignoring the bleeding wound on his back.
With a long inhalation, Wang Wu stood up again, and with the sound of his muscles and bones exploding like a barrage of cannons, he rushed forward with a grin:
“If you don’t want to leave, then don’t leave!”
"kill!"
Tan Hong was originally killed and his body was covered with wounds. When he saw everyone rushing away to kill him, he steeled himself and killed them from behind.
"ah!"
Aren't these followers of the Lian Sheng Cult really brave and unafraid of death? After being killed indiscriminately by Wang Wuyitong who forced his inner energy, they still collapsed and ran away.
“Stop chasing!”
Yang Yu subconsciously wanted to chase him, but was stopped by Wang Wu.
It was then that I realized that this strong man with blood as strong as an ox had turned pale and could hardly stand.
“My internal organs are injured…”
After only half a sentence, Wang Wu fell to the ground, took out several bottles and jars, swallowed them all without looking at them, crossed his legs and began to heal his wounds.
“Pity the Life Teaching…”
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Yang Yu's face turned ugly.
This group of believers seems to be weaker than the normal warriors who exchange blood, but they are fierce and fearless in fighting.
After the leader died, he himself was 70 to 80% dead before he began to collapse. This kind of will made him feel a little numb.
"grown ups…"
Limping, Tan Hong staggered and thought about it. This expert who had performed the second blood transfusion was in such a sorry state at this time.
There are countless knives in the body. At first glance, they look like they were fished out of blood.
After walking a few steps, I still stumbled and had to grit my teeth and sit down cross-legged.
But the other village warriors were all dead. At a glance, there were corpses all over the ground, and it was hard to tell which ones were them.
On the contrary, Yan Shoutian, who wanted to die, was seriously injured and fainted, but was spared his life.
Seeing the scarred Tan Hong, a burning pain suddenly surged through his body.
After his blood energy subsided, Yang Yu was shocked to realize that the knife he had been hit with was no less serious than Tan Hong's, it just didn't hurt his vitals.
His Iron Crotch Kung Fu is close to the third level, from the crotch to the shoulder. Without this hard training, he would have been unable to move.
“Hoo!”
Yang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, took out the iron beads from his arms, and swallowed them all without looking at them.
Waves of heat surged up, and the bottomed physical strength slowly recovered, and the injuries seemed to be alleviated a lot.
“Is there any use for healing?”
Yang Yu’s spirit was slightly shaken.
When he dug out again, he found nothing. This time when he left the city, he brought seven or eight kilograms of iron beads, but by this time, he had already eaten them all.
If you want to eat again, you have to eat dirt...
There was no talking all night, and it was not until the sky turned bright and the coldest, that Tan Hong and Wang Wu woke up one after another.
Just then, he saw Yang Yu and the pale Yan Shoutian directing a group of old, weak, women and children in the village to pack up corpses and sundries.
“He wasn’t hurt?”
Tan Hong beat his stiff hands and feet, feeling a little dazed.
He clearly remembered that Yang had no fewer swords than him in prison, so why did he seem to be fine?
“Is this kid also gifted?”
Wang Wu also had a sudden feeling in his heart, but his vision was higher than that of Tan Hong, and he was thinking about physical fitness.
The same rice feeds hundreds of kinds of people, and people are not all the same.
This difference became more and more obvious after the blood exchange. But he knew that there were some physiques in this world that were different from ordinary people.
For example, the general "Wei Zhengxian" from Qingzhou was said to be born with supernatural powers. Not long after his blood exchange, his arms were already stronger than the four elephants.
There are even legends that even though he did not practice hard martial arts, his body was as strong as steel and he was not afraid of being cut by swords, cold or heat, and he was not burned by fire!
He suspected that Yang Yu might have a similar physique.
Yang Prison didn’t sleep all night.
Not only to heal the wounds, but also to guard against the old, weak, women and children in the village.
It is true that they came to suppress bandits, but their arrival did not make their situation better, and even made it worse.
Normally they don’t show it, but when they were seriously injured, it was different.
In fact, he wanted to activate his inner energy and meditate to heal his injuries, but he accidentally saw those complicated and even hateful eyes.
Just sleepless all night.
“How is your injury, sir?”
Yang Prison walked over quickly.
“Shi Kai’s ‘Tiger Mighty Fist’ has been practiced to the point of perfection. When my energy and blood were declining, I was punched and my internal organs were damaged. I have to recuperate for at least half a year..."
Wang Wu’s face was not very good, half hurt and half sad.
It is naturally more difficult for blood-transformed warriors to be injured than ordinary people, but once injured, it will take a long time to recover.
Like King Buddha, he was injured by the ‘blood-melting finger’. If there is no panacea, the recovery time will be in years.
“Half a year, so long?”
Yang Yu frowned.
He didn’t expect Wang Wu’s injuries to be so serious.
“This is too much to say.”
Wang Wu stood up slowly, looking at the village where the smell of blood lingered for a long time, feeling a little sad:
“They’re all dead…”
According to the information he collected, the Lian Sheng Sect has only one principal, two auxiliaries and three rudders, and only about twenty preachers, half of whom are in the outer city.
Who would have thought that in this battle alone, he killed more than twenty blood-changing believers.
That was the information he wanted from the six doors...
…
For the next ten days or so, whether Wang Wu wanted to or not, they had to stay and heal.
Just because he was worried that the people from Lianshengjiao would come to take revenge, he did not stay in the village, but went to the cave in the back mountain.
This cave was dug by some group of bandits to avoid encirclement and suppression. It extends in all directions and is perfect for three people to hide temporarily.
Wang and Wu were recovering from their injuries and were not seen for many days.
Yang Prison was not idle either. He raided all parts of the village, set up a big pot in the cave, and got the medicinal materials that were supposed to be divided among more than ten people after they returned to the city.
Started the medicinal bath.
“A second blood transfusion is not far away for me, but three blood transfusions is the threshold. My blood is as strong as a cow..."
In the hot liquid, Yang Yu soothed his spirit.
After a big battle, especially after seeing the beginning and end of the battle between Wang Wu and Shi Kai, his desire for power surged.
In the cave, an old man with a goatee was carefully adding firewood and fanning the fire. At the same time, he was explaining to Yang Yu the basics of "Tao Wen".
This old man is actually a teacher who was kidnapped by the bandits. When Yang Yu took stock again last night, he accidentally asked about it and found out that this old man actually knew some basic Taoism.
“From the time when Emperor Qin unified writing to the Ming Dynasty, in the three thousand years, there were many additions and deletions of writing, but the Taoist text has not changed much. Therefore, as long as you learn the writing of the previous dynasties and the essence of Taoism, you can master the essence of Taoism without a teacher.”
The old man used simple and easy-to-understand vocabulary, fearing that the man opposite him who beheaded people who killed people would not understand.
“Emperor Qin…”
Yang Yu was thoughtful and said calmly:
“Just write down all the sermons you know. My memory is very good. Don’t try to fool me!”
There are many paradoxes between this world and his previous life, but they are only paradoxes. This Qin Emperor is naturally not the Qin Emperor he thought.
But these are not important, he is more concerned about Daowen.
“Don’t dare, don’t dare!”
The old man didn’t even dare to say anything.
Write down the Taoist texts you know on the cave wall with charcoal, and explain and compare them one by one.
He was prepared to take the trouble to explain it over and over again.
But what shocked him was that this fierce man in his eyes made such rapid progress that he was stunned. In just half a day, he had memorized all three thousand Daoist texts!
"Ghosts and gods... Kuixing rank diagram..."
Waving his hand for the old man to go back, Yang Yu’s eyes flickered slightly and he smiled:
“It should be the ‘Rank Map of Ghosts and Gods of the Ten Capitals’!”