Wu Zheng's flying needles in the sky are very nostalgic, but in order to prevent Ma Zan from dying in his own hands, he can only give his hand with a cruel heart. Suddenly, the needles in the sky are like a torrential rain, and they are all crackling. On Ma Zan's body.
It was densely packed as if grass were all over his body. Wu Zheng gently pushed with his hand, as if the breeze was blowing across the grass, the grass was swaying in the wind, and at the same time, in this dimly lit tent, there were some electric lights on the needles. Flashing.
Wu Zheng pushed it nine times in a row, and the 108 silver needles on Ma Zan's body shook nine times with his gestures, finally a trace of blood appeared on the dark Ma Zan's face.
Nine is the extreme. In the Seven-Star Resurrection Needle, these nine pushes are one round. After one round, Ma Zan's face appeared bloody, which made Wu Zheng couldn't help but be pleased. He secretly said to his master and father who is like God and Tao. Sure enough, I didn't brag with myself in this matter, the last battle in the Seven-Star Resurrection Needle was truly amazing.
I wanted to give Ma Zan a few more rounds while it was going well, but as soon as he got this idea, Wu Zheng felt that his head sank and his body began to flutter, losing his strength
Wu Zheng is not unfamiliar with the feeling of detachment. His senior believes that he usually sweats more and bleeds less in wartime, and he does not lose much of his own detachment during training.
It's just that now I have just flew a few needles, and the needles combined are less than half a catty to play with it
Wu Zheng didn't dare to be sloppy, and hurriedly closed the needle while his head was still sober. The last trick in this seven-star resurrection needle is to send and receive at the same time. Although the cheats do not say that it is not a fruit, but at this time Wu Zheng didn't dare to take the life of Ma Zan to risk it!
Because at this time he is taking his life at risk, it is likely to be joking with his own life.
Shu Shu Shu, one hundred and eight silver needles flew up from Ma Zan’s body like an electric light. At the same time, Wu Zheng took the cloth belt used to wrap the silver needles on the table to empty a pocket, and instantly removed all the silver needles. A lot of silver needles were all put in the cloth bag.
After doing all this, Wu Zheng found out that he was soaked and sweaty.
"Little Joe..."
"What's your command?"
"Come and help me, my legs are a little weak."
Xiao Qiao flicked Wu Zheng to the front of Teng Cangkong. At this time, Teng Cangkong looked at Wu Zheng with a pair of tricks and looked at Wu Zheng. His mind was unbelievable and unbelievable. In any case, don't even talk about it in his entire life. , I didn't even think that I could see such a magical scene just now in my lifetime.
Royal things! Some martial arts masters can do this, but most of those guys use Celestial Silk, just like the master Wu Qian who was raised by Murong Jing, the old man is very good at using his Celestial Silk to bluff people.
But Wu Zheng's approach just now was completely different! That is the real space defense, and Yiyu is hundreds of flying needles.
Can human power really reach this land
Teng Cangkong couldn't understand it, his mind was like a mass of mud right now, but Wu Zheng walked over and said, "Mr. Teng, the rest is up to you."
"Huh? Lord Wu, you just said..."
"I said I'll leave it to you to clean the wounds of the prince. I am tired and have to take a rest. By the way..." Wu Zheng pointed to the medicine box and said to Xiao Qiao: "Give my secret Jinchuang medicine A copy of Mr. Teng. After the wound of Mr. Teng is cleaned, remember to put it on him, and... Forget it, let me go to sleep first!"
When Xiao Qiao helped Wu Zheng out of the camp, Wu Zheng was already asleep on her shoulders.
Xiao Qiao’s neck was itchy when Wu Zheng’s breath was blowing. At first, she twisted her neck and thought Wu Zheng was joking with her, but turned her head to see that Wu Zheng actually fell asleep like this. How tired it is. Can you sleep
Xiao Qiao was a little bit heartbroken. The son was just a person who got out of the bed and went into the bed. When has he been so tired? Prince, is the life of the prince really that important? Look at the young man tired.
Xiao Qiao took a fierce look at Ma Zan's tent, and put Wu Zheng on his back, while the medicine box was hung around her neck.
Without taking two steps, Hamo and Song Shi ran up, seeing Wu Zheng on Xiao Qiao's back and asked with a look of surprise: "What's the matter with the big head?"
"Be quiet, son, he is asleep."
"Fell asleep!" Hamo asked in a low voice, "Miss Xiao Qiao, let me recite... (End of this chapter)