"Suomingmen Golden Swordsman Drinking Blood?" Xiao Yuhe narrowed his eyes. This guy is not dead yet? Didn't the yin and yang make the kid boast about going to Haikou and saying that at least he would drink blood and die? It's another good guy! Humph, no one can rely on it. "I heard that the last time you cooperated with Dai Juncho, you broke a golden knife at the gate of death. It's the Tibetan front. What? You want to die today? If you break again, the forces that demand your life can I lost more than half of it."
"As a swordsman, retreating without a fight is the greatest humiliation." Drinking blood didn't say much, and flung his coat flying, revealing his naked upper body, holding the ancient artifact dragon teeth in his hand. The perseverance on his face seems to be the hardest granite, low-key gorgeous. "But beg for a fight!" The blade's direction, beheaded!
"Just this picture of you are ready to work hard? You have injuries. I don't want to bully the injured person." Xiao Yuhe didn't intend to take action. He wanted to retreat this desperate guy. It would be easy to kill a blood-drinking guy. Going to the Suomingmen, that is the endless trouble. A monarch on behalf of the king made himself fall into such a big somersault, if he offends the outsiders all over the place, I am afraid that the good days of rebirth will come to an end. Although Xiao Yuhe was arrogant, he was not yet arrogant.
"It turns out that Xiao Yuhe at the Nanjiang Destiny Gate is just a coward." Yin Xue's face was covered with contempt, and Xiao Yuhe squinted his eyes and said angrily: "What are you talking about? A boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!" I found an excuse to leave you one. Doomsday, don't be shameless!
"Over and over again, making excuses again and again, what is it not a coward?" Drinking blood looked down on Xiao Yuhe more and more, "It's really hard to get under the reputation." He can't afford to delay now, he must let this guy reveal it. The real strength, quick fight and quick decision is the most willing to see drinking blood.
"Zhuzi, you dare!" Xiao Yuhe roared, and a gust of wind rose on the ground, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the blood drinking, and he slapped it towards the blood drinking face with a huge slap. Vaguely passed, "Palm!"
Drinking blood received the joking heart, Long Fang's blade outwards, seemingly so casually, but it made Xiao Yuhe who bullied himself lose his temper. He has grasped Xiao Yuhe's temper, he must compare himself with each other, but he also loves face very much. He said that if he wants to slap his mouth, he will definitely not change his tricks temporarily. He can't let go of his identity. So the blood-drinking trick is full of flaws, but he can't protect his face no matter how hard it is. If Xiao Yuhe's palm hits the real place, his right hand will have to be cut off by the dragon's teeth and the wrist.
Xiao Yuhe's face was red and blue. This guy really had two brushes, so he couldn't make a shot. Drinking blood took advantage of this time, and he had already accumulated energy for a long time. Kill six knives. The six knives that were split between the sparks and flints just wrote the word "Kill". The first two knives took the eyes of a person, followed by a cut at the neck of the person, and then another cut in the belly, and the last two knives were inserted diagonally into the ribs. Six knives will be hit, and all gods and Buddhas will be destroyed!
Of course, against a master like Xiao Yuhe, these six knives won't hurt him at all. In fact, if it weren't for Xiao Yuhe's self-contained status and disdain to change his tactics, this opportunity would never be seized. Dou Muqi was too upright, his martial arts was not lower than drinking blood, but he suffered a great loss because he didn’t understand Xiao Yuhe’s character. He was led by the nose by the enemy at the beginning, and now he can only lie down. He listened to Doctor Mo's live commentary on the bed.
"The six knives for drinking blood are indeed not bad, and they immediately seized the opportunity. Then there were three knives. Which part of Xiao Yuhe's body would he take with these three knives? Is it the heart? Is it the liver? Or the kidney? Oh, what is he? He didn't do it, he retreated." Doctor Mo's live commentary was quite passionate, which made Dou Mu Hao's heart itch a lot. He not only likes to learn from each other, but also likes to watch masters learn from each other.
"It must have been drinking blood to find that Xiao Yuhe can't blindly attack the enemy, because Xiao Yuhe has no flaws at all." Dou Muqi yelled while lying down, ignoring the severe pain in his whole body. He was the one who had fought against Xiao Yuhe. Know the terrible enemy.
Drinking blood, of course, also felt the strength of the enemy. Although his famous six knives are not a stunt, he has rarely seen rivals for more than ten years. However, Xiao Yuhe just casually waved his sleeves and blocked them. Even the sleeves were not cut, it seems that Xiao Yuhe's internal strength has already entered the realm of both rigidity and softness, and freely sending and receiving. Just now I had a chance with six knives, so I took advantage of the advantage to drink blood and wanted to make another three knives. The three knives originally took Xiao Yuhe's upper three lanes, but with the flick of his sleeves, he blocked all his offensive routes. , If he attacked forcibly, his chest would be under that pair of sleeves. Although he was prepared to fight hard, he was not prepared to die in vain.
"Okay, he beat him, we are busy with us, it is estimated that the medicine has almost penetrated, you guys don't lie in bed and pretend to be dead. Old well, it's time for the two of us to be busy." Doctor Mo finally took a look. He glanced at the blood, and the sadness on his face turned into a faint sigh, "Listen, we must now reconnect the broken bones in your body. If the battle is over, I am afraid that we will have the sequelae. You have this skill. It's almost lost. Also, your internal organs have been severely hit, and even have a tendency to be misplaced. We need to return them to their original positions, and by the way, re-organize your messy meridians." Dr. Mo said. He took out a stack of "white cloth" the size of a handkerchief, and a person was already one foot wide with his hands. He handed one end to Mr. Jing, "Let's set up a tent first."
Older Jing and Doctor Mo raised the white cloth, holding the four corners in their hands, and they actually raised a thin cloth the size of a medical tent. Doctor Mo used his hands and feet together, and he used the steel nail bats hidden around his waist to fix the simple tent properly (in other words, the Mo family likes to hide things on the waist, is it a special kind of physical fitness? Way?).
This emergency tent is called Celestial Silkworm Brocade. It is the heirloom of the Mohist family. Despite its lightness as a gauze, it is extremely tough. It can't be pierced by ordinary swords. After modern technology is added, it can be waterproof and dustproof. It is combined with Mohist sanitation agents. With just enough effort, a sterile surgical tent can be built on the battlefield.
"You don't use anaesthetics?" Dou Muqi saw Jing Lao holding a scalpel and was ready to do it, and yelled at Jing Muya in horror: "Old Jing, I didn't offend you, you want to hurt me, brother. Die."
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Jing Muyan had a weird look, and he looked at Dou Muqi's muscular torso for a while and admired him, "Are you ready? I'm going to do it." Doctor Mo is already ready. Pi, he was ready to wait for Mr. Jing to cut his sword.