The middle-aged man didn't feel the pain at all, which confirmed Zhang Wu's guess. Most of the secret skills he obtained were from self-inflicted acupuncture points to improve his cultivation.
It's slightly stronger than those who cannibalize people's hearts, livers, and flesh.
Even so, this secret technique has always been rare in the world. Occasionally, fragments of it can cause huge waves in the world. For this reason, hundreds of people died, and several Jianghu sects were slaughtered overnight.
Quite a few. Most of them are just a few phrases passed down orally. Those who can become famous in cultivation are rare, but they have always been regarded as treasures in small sects.
However, Zhang Wu scorned these secret techniques that many warriors in the martial arts world dreamed of. He traded his future in martial arts for the empty realm of mirrors and flowers in the water, so what if it looked horrifying?
I killed it with one shot.
Second Master Qian, who was still half-embedded in the wall, was pulled down and his breathing was steady. The concierge Chen Bo felt relieved and looked worriedly at the two masters and apprentices who were facing each other. He was one of the few people who knew this at that time.
It is a secret matter, and Master Qian in Qingshan Town has only heard a little bit about it. There are also a lot of disciples who are starting from behind, and they don't even know that there is such a middle-aged man as a senior.
Zhang Wu put away his gun and opened a huge bloody hole in the middle-aged man's body. Even the tangled internal organs were clearly visible, but the internal organs that were originally in their respective places were turned upside down and disordered in the middle-aged man's body. This was also the case in the book.
One of the techniques recorded in the broken secret book, many fatal injuries can be healed in a short period of time without compromising combat power. This is also the reason why he sacrificed his injuries for his life to kill the old escort master on the fourth floor.
To the middle-aged man's surprise, as Zhang Wu grew older, his martial arts climbing speed slowed down, but his marksmanship became more and more sophisticated. The original plan was not painful, but if the circle strength was half a point greater, he would be lucky.
If the power was too late, his life might be in danger, which made him change his mind on the spot as he was planning to resort to cruelty.
After the great revenge was avenged, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that living was not bad. However, if he, a condemned prisoner, had not used martial arts to erode the shackles and shackles day and night, he might have had his head chopped off by a big, thick, and stupid executioner at some point.
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He is a five-story martial artist, where can he not be free?
Why should I die in this small Qishan County?
The middle-aged man roared: "It's a life-saving grace. If the master doesn't retreat, I will scold the apprentice again on the road to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward, regardless of the sharpness of the spear.
The middle-aged man who originally didn't want to take action against Zhang Wu tried his best to restrain his murderous intention towards Zhang Wu, but at the same time he was attracted by Zhang Wu's nearly six-story martial arts effort and almost went crazy.
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But the thought of survival can no longer suppress his thirst for the blood of living people. At this time, the middle-aged man has obviously reached an extremely dangerous step. The practice of the secret technique of fragmentary scrolls is a thin line between life and death. One careless move will lead to everything.
A losing situation.
The shot just now was enough to wipe out 20% of his combat strength. Now he is boiling his blood with the secret technique. The bottleneck of the five-story building that has been immersed for a long time has some signs of loosening, which makes the middle-aged man extremely happy. What he has gained
This secret book is really a fragment. It only contains the cultivation methods of the first six floors, and the most important formula in the book is missing. He relied on his understanding and the words before and after, and repeated it to come up with an almost identical formula. But this book
The complete book is expected to be ranked among the second-rate secret books, but the fragments of his detailed secrets are now only at the third-rate level.
As for any secret technique, it is most likely that it will inevitably accumulate evil consequences in the end. How many of those who cannibalize people's hearts, livers, flesh, and blood can grow old? Either they are mad and killed by others, or they are possessed and die. No one can die well. His secret that sucks people's blood
The same is true for magic. Every time one more person's blood is sucked, one more person's temperament will be tainted. It's better for those with good intentions.
There is no peace, and the murderous intention becomes more and more serious.
After all, killing people is just an act of drinking poison to quench thirst. It is absolutely impossible to truly achieve the great immortality contained in that fragment of the scroll. As the level of martial arts improves, those distracting thoughts in the heart will only become more and more deep, and as the level increases,
Growth is becoming increasingly difficult to eliminate.
He once estimated and considered that if he reached the six-story realm, if he could find some way to extend his life, he could still live for ten years.
His fingers were hooked together and slowly scratched ten scars that were deep enough to show the bones. Finally, he could no longer maintain his last trace of clarity.
At this time, Wei Changpan was in a relatively safe place. His face was pale as he looked at the two men who were fighting freely on the street. The tip of Zhang Wu's spear was broken, and the middle-aged man's claws were wounded everywhere. The former was better because of his experience in fighting the enemy.
, the latter was brave and not afraid of death, and had strange tricks, often exchanging injuries for injuries. After all, Zhang Wu was old, and the secret skills practiced by middle-aged men were extremely difficult to deal with. They often exchanged one shot for a claw, which made Wei Changpan anxious.
Several blood vessels on the broken arm were blocked by Uncle Chen, and the injuries to his heart and lungs were also temporarily suppressed by stimulating the acupoints with clever techniques. Wei Changpan could only move his two legs at this time. It was difficult to protect himself, let alone help him, and he had to be busy.
Uncle Chen, who was looking at the broken bones and veins of Qian Erye, paid attention to him.
"Watch carefully, ahem, it will be of great help to your understanding of martial arts in the future. It is rare to see two martial arts husbands on the sixth floor fighting each other for life and death." Wei Changpan looked around when he saw that Mr. Qian had woken up.
When the two of them were fighting to kill each other, the older one was the hotter one. Zhang Wu, who was dodging and being torn apart by the middle-aged man's claws, stabbed the former in the abdomen with a bullet.
, when it was pulled out, some black and red internal organs fragments were also brought out.
The overall situation was decided, and Wei Changpan had this idea in his mind.
Uncle Chen, who glanced at the change in his eyes, sighed in his heart, after all, he was still too young. Before the method of suppressing the bottom of the box was revealed, who dared to say that this was a must-win situation? A martial artist at this level, as long as his body is not papery, would not be injured like this.
As for damaging lives.
It depends on whether he has any backup plans.
Dayao's frontier army once had a captain, Chen Shi, who could shoot an eight-stone bow and pierce his chest with an arrow within ninety steps.
That's him.
Slowly drawing out the bronze-backed bow of the army, it was equipped with the armor-piercing arrows standard in Dayao's army. Chen Shi was confident that he could shoot the ungrateful bastard through the heart with one arrow!
After squinting his eyes for a moment, Chen Shi loosened his string, his back protruded high, and a slender thorn that was twice as long as an ordinary arrowhead approached the middle-aged man's back. Due to the strong wind and snow that had a great impact on the arrow path, Chen Shi
One arrow missed his head.
The middle-aged man who had been hit by the arrow shook his body, and the cowering soldiers around him gained some courage and slowly approached, each with their own ulterior motives, wondering if they could win the first prize in killing this officer.
Worrying about delusions.
Even if he burns out ten years of his life, he still can't be here today!
The middle-aged man used the method recorded at the end of the fragment to boil the blood in his body, and was able to briefly ascend to the sixth floor of martial arts, suck the blood of Zhang Wu, a martial artist on the sixth floor, and then crush these scum ants.
Zhang Wu, who was deeply impressed by the majestic momentum of the sixth floor, looked grim.
The name of the mountain-climbing gun was originally taken from the battlefield. Even though you are majestic in your formation, I have my own iron cavalry to hit the mountain.
The Zhang family's gun will not retreat until a man dies.
In the fight of life and death, Zhang Wu reached the sixth floor of martial arts.
One shot penetrated his palm and then penetrated the middle-aged man's head.