It is a slender white python with a body like a woman. Its wings are not exaggeratedly big, and are transparent and crystal clear. It is almost difficult to detect if you don't look closely. It is hard to imagine that flapping these wings can make it lift off from the cliff of Shiping.
Starting from this, it is inevitable for people to speculate whether it controls some kind of floating magical power similar to that of a Qi practitioner.
But now all this means little. The white python arched its back and swooped down quickly, opened its bloody mouth, and tried to devour the delicate-looking maid Zhu Lu. Unexpectedly, it was killed by a knife-wielding young man who appeared out of nowhere.
Using the back and head of the black snake as a ladder and springboard, he jumped up and hit the white python with a hatchet just where the wings connected with the body. The white python needed those wings to lift into the air and control its direction, so it was chopped off with a single knife.
After using its wings, the body continued to move forward by virtue of its inertia, but immediately moved sideways for more than ten feet. The white python's bloody mouth just passed by the girl, and the whole body fell heavily onto the stone ground.
Zhu Lu and the three Mengtong students behind her also escaped. Taking advantage of the moment when the white python was dizzy after hitting the ground, Li Baoping quickly picked up the book box and shouted to run, while Lin Shouyi silently picked up his luggage.
Following him, Li Huai was so frightened that his teeth chattered. After running for a distance, he accidentally realized that he didn't see the figure of the annoying Zhu Lu. When he turned around, Li Huai was stunned. The guy stood there stupidly.
, isn’t this just waiting for death? Li Huai couldn’t help shouting: “Zhu Lu, why don’t you run away?!”
Zhu Lu finally shook his head and regained consciousness slightly, but he was still a little confused. He turned his head and looked at Li Huai in a daze. He saw the child running and shouting: "Run! Wait to die!"
Once Zhu Lu came back to his senses, he immediately showed the vigorous posture of a second-level martial artist. He rushed to Li Huai in four or five steps and retreated with them to the stone flat area away from the white python. As expected, Zhu Lu had just left the original place.
On the ground, the white python with blood gushing out from the broken part of its wings began to struggle violently because of the pain. It swung its tail wildly and smashed the gravel on the stone floor. If Zhulu had stayed at night for a while, he would have been killed by the white python as thick as
The big tail of the bucket was smashed into a puddle of meat.
The white python seemed to be severely weakened after losing one of its wings. It fluttered randomly, splashing countless flying sand and rocks, and did not calm down for a long time.
However, the boy was not much better. The hatchet of his left hand holding the hatchet was burst open and his hand was covered with blood.
Chen Pingan knelt on one knee and raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead to avoid blurring his vision.
The hatchet had been cut in half, and when the bright blade rebounded, if Chen Pingan hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and quickly turned his head to the side, half of the hatchet might have been inserted into his face, or at least a large piece of flesh and blood would have been scraped off his cheek.
Chen Ping'an's current position was at odds with the black snake and white python. The black snake behaved strangely. After seeing the white python suffered heavy injuries, it did not abandon Zhuhe in a hurry and came to fight with Chen Ping'an.
The previous "face and expression" became more leisurely and calm, and he slowly swayed his upper body in a leisurely manner, always maintaining a confrontational posture with Zhu He. The black snake's sinister silver-white eyes occasionally fell on the white snake, and the white snake's gaze fell on the white snake.
The way the python looked at the girl Zhu Lu as a delicious dish was no different.
In the middle of the stone flat, an old man in white clothes was holding a green bamboo stick in his hand, shivering. The half of the hatchet was inserted into the ground not far from his feet. The old man crept forward, squatted down, and carefully wiped the blade of the knife with his fingertips.
The head instantly flowed with khaki blood mixed with a hint of gold. The old man was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand, bent his fingers, and tapped the blade with a flick of his fingers. His face was full of doubts. He twisted his snow-white beard with two fingers and muttered: "It's sharp.
It deserves the reputation of being extremely sharp, but it turns out to be just an ordinary hatchet. It can't even be called a martial artist's 100-refined sword. Therefore, the blade is extremely brittle and far from tough enough. If the blade matches the grade of the blade, then give it to that person.
A straightforward man with martial arts skills as a weapon may not have any chance of winning. Now, everything is over."
The old man carefully looked at the clear and beautiful edge of the blade, and sighed with emotion: "As for the mystery of this hatchet... it can only be found in the young man's whetstone? But the question is, how good is it?
How can a whetstone sharpen a cheap hatchet made of poor material to such a sharp edge?"
The old man's eyes were greedy and hot, and he secretly glanced at the basket of luggage on the other side of Zhulu Li Baoping. As expected, the whetstone was hidden among them.
The old man immediately sighed heavily. No matter how good the thing was, even if he could get it, he seemed to have no life to enjoy it now.
I hate all the things I hate, but I only hate that the Five Realm warriors used the trick of gathering soil to form a mountain. It is a mountain-building technique that has been lost for countless years. The old man was hiding underground at that time, and he responded with a joke mentality of watching people and ghosts draw talismans.
In the end, I just fell into this big somersault. In fact, this magical power of twisting and gathering soil is not very brilliant, but this kind of magical power has been dormant for too long. During the years when the old man was in charge of the land of Qidun Mountain,
, the only time I was invited out of the mansion in the middle of the mountain by using this technique was by the two immortals who came to play chess on the top of the mountain. Of course, those two were real immortals from the land with extraordinary skills, and a small fifth-level martial artist. To those two
He is not worthy of carrying shoes. The reason why he was called to the top of the mountain back then was because the two true immortals did not want to break some old rules, and they were not looking after his face as a small landowner in Qidun Mountain.
It wasn't that Chen Pingan didn't want to take the opportunity to deal with the white python, but his internal organs were in turmoil, leaving him unable to do anything else. Once the sweat was wiped off, it would soon cover his face again, so Chen Pingan simply stopped wasting his energy.
, just constantly adjust your breathing and try to calm the chaotic breath in your body. This kind of adjustment is like trying to mend the windows that are leaking from all sides on a heavy rainy day.
The sound of beating the drum sounded from the heart again, and the sound gradually became louder. The sound was not coming from the ears, but it was a bit like the mysterious and mysterious voice of the heart, clearly conveying the trembling whine of the body.
This almost instinctive intuition of the boy originated from the colic in Mud Bottle Alley when he was young, and he also experienced it once in the mountains.
The reason why he didn't roll all over the floor this time was that Chen Ping'an noticed the strange aura in his body that was like a fire dragon. It began to flow upstream from his abdomen. Wherever it passed, no matter where it passed, he recognized it from the wooden figure of Song Jixin's house.
The acupoints of the Qi Palace are also the meridians connecting the passes and cities of the human body, which greatly reduce the pain, just like a military general leading troops to put down a rebellion, or the so-called imperial conquest in Song Jixin's novels, the effect is remarkable.
, although it cannot solve the root cause, it can at least prevent those rebels from being exposed.
Although Zhu He was seriously injured, his momentum rose instead of falling. He was full of vigor and fighting spirit, with his sleeves swaying and hunting, and he had the demeanor of a master who should not be insulted.
The black snake with its belly slowly swimming on the edge of the stone flat narrowed its eyes. Even though Zhu He showed great fighting power, it was never impatient and shook its head left and right, as if it was lamely looking for a loophole.
As a result, it virtually gave Zhu He a great opportunity to suppress his injury.
The old man saw this in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and still warned weakly: "Stop struggling to death. The reason why this evil beast is not in a hurry to eat you is simply to hope that you will fully stimulate your energy and blood. It is just waiting."
It's just the ripeness of a green fruit. Don't think it can't harm you. Otherwise, even if it swallows your body, it still can't digest your energy. You must know that it is the real tonic.
."
The old man lamented, and began to smooth out his messy beard, hair, and tattered clothes. He laughed at himself: "After all, this is a piece of land. It must look like a mountain god before it dies."
The old man sat on the ground and sneered while cleaning up, "By the way, the evil beast is not only physically strong, but also sharp in movement. It devoured a Taoist Qi practitioner who was on the fifth floor more than a hundred years ago. Now it is estimated that
You should have mastered one or two introductory Taoist methods. They are said to be superficial, but if you are used by this evil beast, I am afraid that even if you are in the fifth realm, you will not be able to withstand it. In the final analysis, it is your idea to memorize it, so you will die.
It was a warrior from the fifth realm who led the team into the mountain. If it was the sixth realm, even though the two evil beasts could eat it, they might not be willing to come out of the cave for fear of losing both sides. If it was the seventh realm, hey, they would have taken the initiative to avoid it for dozens of miles.
I wish you could get out of Qidun Mountain as soon as possible."
The girl Zhu Lu was horrified, and after hearing this, all her thoughts were shattered.
Lin Shouyi murmured to himself: "A-Liang, where is senior A-Liang?"
Li Huai suddenly noticed that Li Baoping was quietly flipping through the bookcase, took out a small porcelain bottle, and held it tightly in his hand.
Following her line of sight, Chen Pingan calmly nodded to them in the distance.
Li Huai suddenly envied the tacit understanding between Li Baoping and her junior uncle.
The book says that this is called telepathy.
When Zhu He heard the land old man's revelation, there was no look of fear on his face. He twisted his wrist and said with a smile: "Being tied down is death, letting go and fighting is also death. Since they are all
After death, why do you care whether it will become a stepping stone for that evil beast to transform into a dragon?!"
A martial artist in the fifth realm is already qualified to be known as a little master of martial arts. His soul is strong and his soul is strong. He only needs to condense a piece of martial courage.
Zhu He is trapped in a certain place of death and has no intention of retreating. In fact, it is in line with the true meaning of the martial arts tenet "to live towards death to build martial courage", but he still needs to continue to temper and polish.
Zhu He's warrior aura has already reached its peak and is ready to go.
The black snake instantly changed from its previous leisurely and lazy appearance, as if it was truly determined that Zhu He would no longer have any energy left, and his whole soul was already boiling in his Qi Palace. With the rapid flow of Qi and blood throughout his body, he could then taste this delicious dish.
Already.
The black snake raised its head and opened its mouth at the same time, gradually revealing the terrifying appearance of two ivory fangs, as thick as a strong green arm. Compared with the filthy appearance of the white snake, which makes snake saliva flow when it opens its mouth, it is expected to become a sacred ink dragon.
This black snake is relatively much cleaner. The inside of its big mouth is completely white, and bursts of cold air flow out. The contrasting black and white colors make this mature beast full of majesty, but it is more genuine than that sloppy old man.
land mountain god.
The black snake suddenly launched an offensive. This time, it no longer showed weakness by head-butting the enemy. It opened its mouth to the extreme in an instant. It seemed to bite Zhu He's head on the ground on the stone flat, but in fact it sprayed out halfway.
A mouthful of snow-white miasma with an extremely fishy stench, the miasma condensed into substance, like a crossbow arrow shooting straight to the ground.
Zhu He is a son of the Li family who was born and raised in the small town. He does not have much practical experience in martial arts. During his martial arts career, he mostly competed with his family ancestors from point to point. This was his first time fighting a life-and-death battle, but he had eaten it once.
After the great loss caused by the evil beast's voice, Zhu He responded to the insidiousness and treachery of the black snake, and would never confront it head-on again.
Sure enough, the frozen miasma that was as sharp as an arrow had just missed, and the ground on the stone flat was stirred and shattered. After Zhu He moved a few steps laterally, he immediately felt a strong wind sweeping from the side, and the two axes of light and dark from before,
Zhu He had already expected it, tiptoed a little, advanced instead of retreating, straight forward, and hit the black snake's belly.
Unexpectedly, the black snake leaned back and spat out the miasma in its mouth frequently. Its intention was not to penetrate Zhu He's body, but to block his forward thrust. At the same time, its tail continued to extend until it formed a large circle that entrenched itself on the top of the mountain.
, instantly surrounded Zhu He, forcing him to fight like a trapped beast.
The long body of the black snake, after surrounding the "city wall" twice, can actually raise its tail high, like a patrol soldier, to prevent Zhu He from flying out. Zhu He responded quickly enough in the first circle of the snake's body.
He had to rise from the ground before it was formed, but as soon as his body took off, he was slammed down by the tail. Zhu He protected his head with both arms, and was suddenly knocked back to the stone flat. Although his internal organs were not injured, the sea of ​​​​qi evaporated like boiling water.
, causing a face to turn red, and the souls and divine intentions circulating throughout the body had good intentions. In order to protect the owner from trauma, they had to leave the established meridian path and instead penetrate into the more peripheral flesh and blood skin.
The black snake's cold silver eyes revealed a proud smile.
If the warrior was delicious at medium rare before, now it is at medium rare.
So it no longer continued to consume its vitality, but opened its big mouth, lowered its head and pounced on Zhu He again and again.
Zhu He punched out like a rainbow, moving around flexibly in the Colosseum. His two arms burst out with green Qi. Every time he punched, the air could be broken, and the wind made a loud noise.
To be continued...