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It was unexpected and reasonable that the two arrows aimed at Wu Erlang's face did not achieve any success. Zhang Gu did not expect to make the Xiaoyaoshan King open his eyes with these two arrows.
Blind man, but this at least gives him a chance to put his dagger into the heart of the thief. If he delays it any longer, everyone will die here.
Zhang Gu is not a fourth-level martial artist in the strict sense. He has killed countless enemies in frontier battles. Although his limited talent cannot be improved much, at least in terms of martial arts understanding, he will never be inferior to any martial artist in the same realm.
If you can't make any progress in martial arts, then you might as well think about how to maximize your current level of combat power.
He made a very slow and difficult movement to sheath the sword. While Su Qilian temporarily blocked Wu Erlang's punch for him, Zhang Gu heard a dull but clear drum sound.
Then there was the second, third, and fourth sound, as if someone was beating the cowhide war drum as tall as a person in the battle formation in this inn, and in an instant he was brought to the place where there was a river of blood and the sound of killing was loud.
On the battlefield, this undoubtedly interrupted Zhang Gu's momentum, but he just widened his eyes and looked at the young man who slowly stood up.
The rumbling sound of the drum was the sound of his heart pumping blood throughout his body. Even the body of a martial artist who had been tempered for thousands of years could not withstand the turbulent flow of blood like a river. Fine drops of blood seeped out of all Wei Changpan's pores, slowly flowing with his movements.
Looking down, the originally clean-faced young man looked as ferocious and terrifying as a demon.
The young military attache who blocked Su Qilian's punch fell like a kite with a broken string. The former roared and stabbed Wu Erlang's heart with his dagger. Even though he exerted force at all costs, the blade of the dagger was stuck at the fourth
The gap between the fifth rib cannot be pushed forward an inch.
This hard-won opportunity still failed to inflict any substantial damage to Wu Erlang. Su Qilian, who still tried his best to advance the dagger, was knocked backwards by the former's sweeping punch.
Takejiro raised his hand to take off the dagger stuck in front of his chest, but a figure came in an instant and punched the entire dagger blade into his chest.
Okay! Zhang Gu almost shouted. There was no reason why the short sword blade, which was more than a foot long, could not pierce Wu Erlang's heart. At this moment, all he had to do was draw the sword to release all the blood in his body. This was something a man with a little strength could do.
Things that can be done.
However, the figure that arrived in an instant did not do this. He punched the handle of the short sword again. The short sword without a tangent did not even penetrate half an inch into Takejiro's chest.
One more punch! One more punch can interrupt all his vitality! Zhang Gu couldn't help but clenched the short knife in his hand.
But the young man covered in blood could not throw another punch. After a brief daze, Takejiro responded quickly and pushed him back a few steps with a fierce knee strike, widening the distance between the two parties.
"It turns out that disciples from a famous and upright sect can actually practice this kind of secret technique that is not popular on the stage."
Wujiro, whose eyes were clear again, glanced down at the short knife that was almost completely immersed in his chest, but there was almost no sign of pain, as if it was a gadget used by jugglers, if it weren't for the small stream of blood flowing along the
The wounds were flowing downward, and even the military attachés in Jinzhou thought that the King of Xiaoyao Mountain had no injuries at all.
The young man covered in blood did not answer his words. The reason for the sudden surge in combat power was already revealed by his red pair of eyes.
His red eyes were revealed, and he was ready to attack, like a beast about to pounce.
This young man, who is the direct descendant of the Zhang family in Qishan County, has not known when he has practiced the secret skills of evil heretics. But judging from the level of increased combat power, at least it is not the inferior skills that require raw flesh and blood.
In terms of rank, it may be slightly better than the secret technique he has practiced.
Wu Erlang is not one of those tireless iron-cast machines. Without that secret technique, the Jinzhou border military attache who cooperates tacitly can use at least half a stick of incense to exhaust all the remaining energy in his body. By then, the oil will be exhausted.
Withered, he can only escape by pulling his neck and killing him.
He didn't have the slightest hope for those Xiaoyaoshan minions who had spread out to serve as scouts. The Xiaoyaoshan king knew the courage of his men, and even Xiao Heizi took advantage of the chaos to flee to where to hide.
How could Erlang believe those people who swore to die for him just for a big piece of silver? What's more, even though he was immersed in the murderous intention brought by the secret technique just now, he was also concerned about the loud noise outside the inn.
I have heard that more than a hundred cavalry troops are outside the inn. It is undoubtedly a situation where the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole stalks behind.
He has no way out. These Jinzhou military attaches who have lost a lot of honor have already formed a bloody feud with him. There is also Wei Changpan, who also uses secret techniques to squeeze his potential and overdraw his combat power. This person is the biggest threat. Two evil heretics practice
When people with secret skills meet, only one of them will survive.
Boundless red surged from Wu Erlang's eyes again, using the fire in his heart, his body as a furnace, and blood as bait... to feed a devouring demon within his body.
He knew the disadvantages of using this secret technique again in such a short period of time. The remaining blood boiling in his body could no longer satisfy the demon with an ever-increasing appetite. His life would also be sucked away when the technique was used, but this time
The power he has been gifted will be unprecedented. Maybe he can cross that hurdle. Even if it is a glimpse of the six floors behind martial arts, what does the loss of Yin and Yang life in just a few years count in comparison?
This time Wu Erlang did not choose to cover up the movements of the technique, and the nauseating blood flowed like a mountain and a tsunami to the military attachés in Jinzhou. Even if the latter did not know what kind of secret technique this was, the traitor was still gradually rising.
The momentum cannot be faked, and it is a wise choice to avoid its sharpness for the time being.
They have been beating the king of Xiaoyao Mountain for a long time, and their bodies and spirits are far from their peak. Zhang Gu moved the knife-holding arm quietly, and the muscles were sore and tired, and the bruised wrist was the most affected.
With the accuracy and change of the move, he could easily tear off a strip of fabric to dispose of it if he were on another side, but now none of them dared to make unnecessary moves, except for Su Qilian who was half-kneeling next to the corpse that had quietly died.
"Now is not the time to cry in mourning! You are our commander, cheer up, kill this thief and take Xiao Su home!"
Zhang Gu's low roar made Su Qilian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, wake up from a dream, but his eyes did not immediately turn to Wu Erlang, but to the young man who was covered in blood and confronted him.
"So it turns out that your master's widow had such a plan when she visited her..." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "Is it still inevitable that we have to rely on young people to turn the tide?"
"It's not like the techniques in the master's sect. He is the direct descendant of Brother Zhang Wu's sect. How could he practice such evil techniques?"
"The swords of the frontier soldiers and the swords of the barbarians are, in the final analysis, nothing more than
It's just a knife." Su Qilian shook his head, "Anything that can cut off people's heads in battle is a good knife."
Zhang Gu, who was hesitant to speak, glanced at the short sword that had a slightly curled edge. If he wanted to gain something in martial arts, he would have to pay more. People who practice martial arts have never had a precedent of benefiting for no reason. Rather than the sword, he
I think it's more like a double-edged sword?
"If he doesn't do this, we old guys won't be able to kill this thief even if they are dead." He finally glanced at the face of the corpse nearby, "Exit the inn. We here can only be his burden."
The two bloody humanoids let out an inhuman roar before he finished speaking, which was reminiscent of the giant beasts from the ancient times. The reason of human beings was suppressed to the point of being inaudible. They abandoned the sword in unison and turned to the beginning of the world.
At that time, they were given fists, feet and even teeth as weapons, and they used flesh and blood as shields to fight brutally.
Su Qilian's judgment was not wrong. When the two figures were entangled together, all the Jinzhou military attachés understood that if they continued to stay here, they would only become a burden to the young man. They did not have enough power to separate the two people.
, and any living creature that tries to use all their energy within a three-foot radius around them will be torn to pieces by the ripples.
They exited the inn through a side door. Before leaving, they did not forget to take the innkeeper who was still unconscious. The Jinzhou military attachés carried this man who had been busy for most of his life and the two injured people with limited mobility to the vegetable cellar behind the inn.
Inside, he lowered the long ladder and covered the entrance with two large pickle jars. Zhang Gu did not forget to stuff two large-denomination banknotes into his clothes. After all, after seeing the inn where he relied for a living turned into ruins,
In the end, this man would have to die if he couldn't save his money. Presumably these two banknotes would save his life.
"Go back to the north and tell General Song what happened to us old guys when they were touring in Suzhou. If necessary, let the news out to the Jinzhou army." Su Qilian stuffed a whole stack of silver notes into the middle-aged man
In the hands of the military attache, "Don't be stingy with money. The more noise you make in Jinzhou, the smoother our work will be."
The money from the little girl in Huafu in Heqing County will help them open up all the connections in Jinzhou's officialdom. Soon Jinzhou's officialdom and the military will know that more than twenty military officers who have returned to their old age died inexplicably in Suzhou. Those in the Yao court
The shadow organization of the government will turn far away, and whether it is the Suzhou official figure who planned this matter or the Gelutai, they will completely enter the sight of the Yao court.
If they all died in Suzhou, they would be able to drag on a bunch of prominent people to their backs.
The inn, which was already in danger, could no longer withstand the desperate struggle between the two people in the inn. The beam covered with age and dirt broke in the middle after letting out a final cry, and the entire inn collapsed. Even after the inn collapsed,
At the last moment, Wu Erlang and Wei Changpan still had no intention of evading.
What a monster...
While the Jinzhou military attachés who were still alive expressed such emotion, there was something inexplicable in their eyes. The young man who looked like a demon was no longer in the same category as them.