Chapter 1143 Price

The red spider bit the monk.

The monk did not feel any pain, but felt a little itchy. Then the feeling disappeared instantly. The feeling of no pain made the saffron change drastically. He waved the Zen stick and killed the red spider on the wall. Then he kicked his right foot and tried to squeeze out the poisonous blood of his ankle.

Although the Qinglong was as powerful as a stray dog, Saffron knew that the remaining poisons in his hands could still kill people. Although he didn't know what poison the red spider biting him was, he could tell from the numbness of his right foot that he was now at a critical moment of life and death.

"Qinglong, why did you hurt me?"

The poisonous blood splattered and the flesh was gone. Saffron tried his best to squeeze out the poisonous blood in his ankle, but it was too late. A red line that could be distinguished by the naked eye wandered on his calves, causing his calves to gradually lose control of consciousness. Saffron wanted to move but was as heavy as a mountain. He looked at the blue dragon on the ground with anger.

"Why hurt you?"

Zhao Heng's eyes flashed over the saffron with a gloomy face and began to swollen calves. When he was secretly sighing that the Green Dragon poison technique was terrifying, he smiled faintly at the angry monk: "It's very simple, he wants to survive." In Zhao Heng's opinion, Qinglong is definitely a person who knows how to judge the situation.

Then Zhao Heng patted his hands gently and added: "Monkey, you broke one of your arm last time by me, and this time you are afraid that it will be difficult to save your right leg. In other words, even if you don't die tonight, you will only have your left leg and right arm. Even if I let you go, you probably won't be able to fight with me again."

"Zhao Heng, you are all despicable villains!"

A sense of hatred burst out from the saffron's eyes. Looking at Zhao Heng, who could no longer surpass, who was full of murderous intent, he swears that the biggest mistake in his life is that he did not kill Zhao Heng during the first battle, which caused him to raise a tiger and also took his own life: "I will take you back even if I die."

Zhao Heng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, pointed at the other party's hands and his own distance and said, "Monkey, you are so powerful that you can kill you with the poisoning. I can move my fingers a little and let you die. In order to reduce the pain, I don't mind you betray the Eastern clan to survive."

Qinglong swept over the swollen monk with his right foot, and his voice was plain and said: "Saffron, the one who bit you just now was an ancient Indian spider. It will not kill you if you bite you, but will only make your wound anesthetize and swell, and then slowly spread to your body. Two hours later,"

"Your whole body will double."

Qinglong tacitly cooperated with Zhao Heng, coldly hitting the monk's confidence: "If you can't move, you will slowly endure the pain of heart suffocation, you will feel death slowly approaching, and in five hours your body will double again. Finally, you will burst like a balloon and die."

The description of Qinglong adds a touch of silence and coldness to the alley. Everyone can imagine the scene of the body swelling. Death is actually not terrible. What is terrible is that you feel the breath of death. When the remaining consciousness bears all the pain, then death becomes cruel torture.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Half of the legs of the saffron had lost consciousness. He believed that the poison would soon invade his body. Then he would be left to Zhao Heng to slaughter him. So the Zen stick had a slippery floor and rushed towards the Qinglong who could not stand up like a cannonball, and murderous aura filled the alley again.

A figure of the hundred dogs flashed and stood in front of the Qinglong.

Compared to the huge size of saffron, Baigousheng looks really thin and weak, not to mention that saffron is angry at this time. Even if he is injured and poisoned, his style and hysteria still make him amazing, especially the saffron is filled with all his strength.

The monk's Zen Staff was like a rushing towards him. The murderous aura was in no particular way. Qinglong, three meters apart, felt his whole body as if he was entering an ice cellar, and his breathing was difficult, but the hundred dogs were as if nothing had happened. He had both hands and flowers, and gently held the thunderous Zen Staff.

Qinglong and the others saw Bai Gousheng taking action, but they did not see how he held the Zen Staff. Moreover, the murderous aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the amazing momentum of the Zen Staff also turned into a shaved scene. The scene on the field was like a saffron that taught Bai Gousheng the Zen Staff, peaceful and calm.

The two people emitting cold air made the wind seem to be frozen to death.

"Bang!"

Bai Gousheng pressed two points of force with his hands, and Saffron staggered and retreated instantly. He was poisoned by blood on his shoulders and his right foot, and he could compete with Gousheng now? Looking at the monk who was in a mess while dragging his legs, Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Saffron, you are old."

"You want to be a little childish."

Zhao Heng pinched a sharp arrow and pointed to the saffron from a distance, and said coldly: "I had always been worried that I could not find you to take revenge. I didn't expect you to come to my door tonight. Tonight I will peel the red robe on you and break your Zen stick, and use your blood to wash away the crimes you committed!"

These words were even more uncomfortable than killing Saffron. If you peel off the red robe and almost go down to the eighteen levels of hell punishment, Zhao Heng’s words tonight had violated his taboo, so a strong murderous intent gathered on his face and shouted in a deep voice: “Boy, even if the Sa family dies, they will die with you!”

After the words came, the Zen stick slit, three cold lights shot directly at Baigou Zuo’s face. Baigou Zuo dodged sideways, and all three small knives were vain. Before he could counterattack, Saffron had already dragged one leg and rushed to him fiercely. The Zen stick brought a cold light to Baigou Zuo’s throat.

Saffron's move was without any emotion, and his strong eyes were full of murderous intent.

There was no emotional ups and downs on Bai Gousheng's face. This was not the first time he had encountered such a strong and ruthless opponent. He leaned his right leg and knee to his opponent's lower abdomen. Saffron saw Zhao Heng leaning back, and his body quickly turned left. He turned to Bai Gousheng's side, and slashed straight down the Zen stick.

The series of attacks of Saffron did not make Bai Gousheng passive. The latter continued to lean back and stared at the Zen Staff that was quickly chopped down. When the Zen Staff was about to be close to his chest, Bai Gousheng's right hand was padded and held it, and at the same time, his left hand clutched the wrist of Saffron's Zen Staff.

Both hands were hit almost instantly.

The casting of the Zen Staff fell down weakened, causing the movement of the saffron's hands to slow down half a beat. In addition to the Zen Staff being held by Bai Gou Sheng, his wrist was also firmly held. Bai Gou Sheng seemed to be a giant python turning over and jumping over the saffron instantly, and a white light flashed.

The embroidery needle penetrated through the chest, and a smear of blood sputtered out.

Saffron's body shook and staggered away again, with blood dripping from his ankles floating on the ground. Although Bai Gousheng's injection was not enough to directly kill him, it also caused his body to suffer a severe pain and distracted his strength. Then Bai Gousheng's body turned and his right foot hit his chest.

The place where he landed was the wound of the embroidery needle. The monk fell to the ground with a muffled groan. He slid three or four meters on the ground and hit the wall. He spewed out a large mouthful of blood and leaned against the wall to breathe. He looked at Zhao Heng sadly and angrily, and the Zen staff had already hung to the ground and almost slid out of his palm.

"Zhao Heng, it's a man who gives me some fun!"

Saffron looked at the swollen thighs and blood on the ground, and suddenly became lonely as Zhao Heng looked at him: "I didn't expect that my saffron was spreading all over the world, but in the end he capsized in the gutter in your hands. Perhaps this is the fate that God has long been destined, and it doesn't make sense no matter how unwilling I am."

Then he stood upright, looking like he accepted his fate:

"I just hope you will send me a ride and let me die with dignity."

"It seems that the master has had a lot of enlightenment."

Zhao Heng slowly stepped forward with his hands on his back and spoke in Qinglong's surprised gaze: "Tonight's battle will allow the master to realize Nirvana, which is also considered to be a good thing for Buddhism. Since the master is so sincere and sincere, I will send you a ride myself and give you some dignity!"

Zhao Heng swept over the Zen Staff and smiled and savored: "Master, go all the way!"

"Anita, good, good!"

The saffron became relieved: "Heng Shao is rewarded with good people."

He narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Zhao Heng who was getting closer. His face became peaceful and peaceful, and his body couldn't help but straighten slightly. Just when Qinglong sighed about Zhao Heng's remaining benevolence, he saw Zhao Heng suddenly stood three meters away, and a short spear flashed out of his hand and suddenly pulled it towards the monk.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three bullets kept firing out, hitting Saffron's shoulders, splashing out three dazzling blood flowers. The originally straightened arms were instantly weak, and the Zen stick held by Saffron completely fell. The monk's body also hit the wall twice, then glared at Zhao Heng in front of him.

There is also a hint of despair in the anger.

Bai Gousheng walked up from behind, picked up the Zen stick and ticked it twice, and several sounds of thumping sounds were heard, and several sharp knives shot out from the Zen stick. Seeing that its posture was clearly intended to attack Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng threw the gun to Bai Gousheng, and then looked at the monk and smiled: "A good person may not be rewarded."

"Be careful will lead to a long life."

Zhao Heng looked at the saffron with a smile, leaned over and said lightly: "Kill me with retreat as advance, innocent!" Zhao Heng waved his fingers and issued an order to the elite Zhao family: "Come on, find a coffin with the largest size, and send the master to the boss in three hours."

"Zhao Heng, you will die a bad death!"

In the desperate and cursed saffron, the elite Zhao family came forward to drag him up. At the same time, Qinglong, who had been resting for a while, recovered a little. He patted the dirty part of his body and stood up, and spoke to Zhao Heng who was walking towards him: "Young Master, I want to have a good talk with you."

Qinglong already knew his own value at this time and his strength had recovered two points, so he wanted to talk to Zhao Heng; Zhao Heng waved his hand to ask for a dagger, and then smiled vigorously and pressed Qinglong's body against the wall. When the latter's face changed slightly but did not dare to resist, Zhao Heng spoke indifferently:

"Of course you can talk about it, but you should pay a little."

The next second, he stabbed Qinglong in the shoulder!

Blood bursts out!

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