Chi!
Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a pain in his chest, as if a sharp weapon had pierced into his chest!
He has already completed the foundation building, his body is strong, and his skin is as tough as an old cowhide. But at this time, his body was easily pierced like tofu, and his heart was also pierced by a sword.
He stared at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man in front of him was holding the body quenching liquid bottle in both hands, and there was nothing in his hands
what happened? what's up!
Blood flowed out of his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, and dyed half the tip of the sword red: "What is this?"
The long-armed man raised his long arms angrily, his eyes full of ruthlessness. Even if he died, he would still drag Song Shuhang to Huangquan together.
However, his arm was only half-raised, and then hung down weakly. He felt weak all over, and all his qi, blood and strength were taken away by this invisible sword.
At the same time, thousands of bald-headed monks kept reciting the scriptures in his mind: "The sea of bitterness is free of dust, turn back to the shore; put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"
God is annoying!
Song Shuhang took a deep breath, pulled out the black flying sword, and replied, "Flying sword."
Fortunately, Master Tongxuan's flying sword has not been returned.
This flying sword can only be seen by the pharmacist and himself who have obtained the consent of Master Tongxuan. In the eyes of other people, this flying sword is an invisible and insensitive existence.
Of course, if the opponent's strength is far higher than that of Master Tongxuan, it will be another matter.
Since the meeting, Song Shuhang has been carrying this flying sword in his hand. I wanted to wait for the long-armed man to get closer and look for an opportunity to stab him.
It's just that Song Shuhang didn't expect that the other party would bump into him with a heroic posture. The only thing Song Shuhang needs to do is to adjust the position of the tip of the sword slightly, aiming at the heart of the long-armed man.
Then, with a chirp, the opponent's heart was pierced.
So simple, a real effort.
Even the stench pills are saved!
Feijian
The long-armed man opened his mouth and uttered two words with difficulty: "Seize the house?"
With a complete mortal life, the cultivation base is also a mortal level. But there is a body quenching liquid, a flying sword, a 'senior' status that will make the altar master scruples, and only the legendary terrifying cultivator, who will use the method of seizing the house when his life is about to expire, right? But isn't that method of seizing a house just a legend
Song Shuhang ignored what the long-armed man was saying. He raised the black flying sword, and the faint smell of blood came out to his nostrils.
Even if he has made his consciousness, this bloody smell still makes Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable - after all, he is not a murderous devil! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college student.
Take a deep breath, the true self of the "True Self Meditation Sutra" emerges in my mind, suppress my body, and calm myself down.
"Are there any last words?" Song Shuhang said.
"I..." The long-armed man opened his mouth.
Saying that, Shuhang's flying sword raised again, cutting his head with one sword.
The long-armed man was dead without resting his eyes, his head was in a different place, and his stump fell to the ground. Moreover, there was no trace of blood coming out of the wound.
Master Tongxuan's flying sword is not an ordinary sword. Killing without blood is just its basic attribute.
"Well, I just said it smoothly, but I'm not going to listen to your last words."
Song Shuhang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, a little soft, but gradually returned to calm.
This was his first time killing a living being. Before that, he hadn't even killed a chicken: "This is my awakening."
Consciousness is required.
The long-armed man was the first to die at his hands, but he won't be the last.
If possible, he actually wanted to capture the long-armed man alive and tell him where the 'altar master' was hiding. It is a pity that his own strength is insufficient. The opponent is a monk with open eyes and two noses. He is not confident that he can subdue such an opponent.
At this time, killing the long-armed man is the most correct choice.
The "True Self Meditation Sutra" is still running in my mind, so that I can remain calm in the face of the headless corpse.
Holding the black flying sword in one hand, Song Shuhang cautiously stepped forward and searched for the long-armed man.
There wasn't much on the other side.
A bottle of pungent potion should be a corpse solution.
Three shankless blades.
There is also a beast head brand engraved with three claw marks, which should represent the identity or organization of the long-armed man? Perhaps this is a usable clue.
Finally, there are thousands of cash notes and Zhao Yaya's mobile phone.
As a monk with open eyes and two noses, this guy can be poor.
Song Shuhang opened the potion bottle and poured some on the long-armed man's body.
The pungent smell emerged, and the long-armed man's corpse and part of his clothing disappeared completely from the world as if they had evaporated.
"Is it a baby?" Song Shuhang put away the corpse liquid.
The corrosive effect is amazing, even the body of a first-rank monk can melt quickly, although because it is a corpse, it cannot mobilize the blood in the body to resist.
But as long as it is used well, it is a murder weapon, right
Finally, Song Shuhang poured some corpse liquid on the other party's remaining clothes. The last trace of the long-armed man in the world has been erased.
After confirming that no other traces were left, Song Shuhang carried Zhao Yaya on his back and rushed to where the pharmacist was.
Zhao Yaya has been in a coma. He is a little worried about whether the long-armed man has used poison or not. It is better to take it to the pharmacist to check.
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After about three or four minutes.
Zhao Yaya felt a pain in the back of her neck and felt stiff.
And why the bed was constantly vibrating, she groaned a few times in dissatisfaction, expressing her resistance.
But the bed vibrated even more!
You bastard, why don't you let people get a good night's sleep
Zhao Yaya opened her eyes angrily, and then she was surprised to find that she was not sleeping on the bed, but was being carried on the road.
Oops, my mom, what's the situation
She was taken aback, and her sleepiness was sent thousands of miles away.
Did someone kidnap her
Fortunately, she soon discovered that the man carrying her was a familiar person. Song Shuhang was too familiar with her, and with a little sobriety, he could know who the other party was.
"Shuhang, where is this place?" She gently patted Song Shuhang's shoulder and asked softly.
"Huh? Sister, are you awake?" Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground: "Does it feel okay? Is there any discomfort in your body?"
Zhao Yaya frowned: "My body is fine, I just feel a little pain in the back of my neck, and why am I here?"
"Sister, why do you still ask me why I'm here? Didn't you call me here? Then I rushed to the scene and found you fell asleep on a chair by the roadside. No, I'm preparing I'll find you a place to stay overnight." Song Shuhang stared at Zhao Yaya with a sincere look on his face.
He didn't lie, it was indeed 'Zhao Yaya' who called him out; Zhao Yaya was indeed 'sleeping'; he was about to take her to find a place to sleep for the night.
"..." Zhao Yaya stared at Shuhang for a long time, and found that he was not lying at all.
She recalled carefully, but her memory was blurred. I vaguely remember that I went out for a few drinks with three close friends tonight, and then she should go back to her place
Am I drinking too much? But I only had four drinks with my friends today, how could I drink too much
Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples with a distressed expression.
"Sister, do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Song Shuhang asked worriedly.
"No need, except for the feeling of a stiff neck in the neck, everything else is fine. Come back with me, it should be fine after a night's rest." Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a bit like being slapped on the back of her neck. Like a knife, it hurts. Other than that, there is no discomfort.
After all, he is studying medicine, so he can generally guess whether he has any problems with his body.
"Then I'll accompany you back." Song Shuhang smiled.
Zhao Yaya only felt that Song Shuhang's smile was warm at this time, giving people a very reliable feeling: "Shuhang, I haven't seen you for a day, your kid suddenly seems to have grown a lot?"
"Is there? Is it your illusion?" Song Shuhang said indifferently - change? From the moment he raised his hand and swung his sword to chop off the long-armed man's head, his mind underwent a transformation.