The capillaries in many places around his body have been pierced by ghost needles. Normally, a tiny bit of blood might seep out of a very small wound. But it was different now.
As Xuan Laosan's body swelled up as if it had been inflated, his skin became tight and his blood vessels were compressed, and the blood inside was in desperate need of finding a breakthrough.
The needle holes on the capillaries are also stretched and enlarged.
Bah!
Finally, a tiny blood arrow shot out from one of the needle holes.
But the second one, the third one...
An unforgettable scene occurred.
On the stone platform, under the sun, the naked upper body of the fifth-level peak master was covered with dozens of tiny blood arrows, like a mineral water bottle with many needle holes and leaks.
"How is that possible!"
The faces of the two elders of heaven and earth changed drastically.
The most shocked person was Xuan Laosan himself. However, he also had troubles that he couldn't tell. He wanted to retreat, but Qin Tian's fist still contained a powerful force. He felt that as long as he retreated first, this powerful force would
With such force, it will be like a mountain collapsing, destroying his body and leaving no trace of his body.
He simply couldn't stop.
Not only that, he also had to constantly muster his strength to resist this force.
The more strength he exerted, the stronger the blood flow in his body became.
This is an infinite loop.
Qin Tian gave him a situation where he had no choice.
Or, be killed by a punch.
Or, the blood dries up and dies.
Until now, Xuan Laosan finally realized the terror of Qin Tian. He gritted his teeth and glared, wishing to eat Qin Tian alive, but there was nothing he could do.
"Qin, stop!"
"Don't go too far!"
Under the stage, Di Er finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared angrily and rushed to the stage like a galloping horse.
Feeling a powerful dangerous aura approaching, Qin Tian felt suffocated and instinctively stopped and retreated.
Xuan Laosan was finally freed, but his blood was almost gone. He wanted to say something, but found that his whole body was so limp that he didn't even have any strength.
"Second brother, kill him."
Finally, he muttered these words to Di Er, fell on his back and fainted.
Di Er waved his hand to his men who were accompanying him to carry Xuan Lao San down for treatment. He had lost so much blood and suffered so many blows. It was conceivable that even if he was rescued, Xuan Lao San would be considered disabled in the future.
Di Er stared at Qin Tian, gritted his teeth and said: "Qin, you are so ruthless!"
"Don't you want to find a sixth-grade master?"
"I am!"
"I'll make it happen for you!"
As he spoke, he drew out the three-foot ancient sword from his waist with a brush.
The bronze sword body, which looks very simple, is engraved with some strange lines, giving people a profound and mysterious feeling.
As the ground Er shook randomly, the sword made a buzzing sound.
Qin Tian's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help praising in a low voice: "What a sword!"
Di Er said with a ferocious smile: "The sword is named Jingque, and it came from a thousand-year-old tomb. After it was in my hands, it has killed ninety-nine people."
"Jingque has not drank blood for three years. Today, I will let you be the one hundredth person named Qin. This is also your honor."
Qin Tian nodded and said: "The sword is a gentleman's weapon, but if it falls into your hands and you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you will really bury it."
"So you'd better kill me today. Otherwise, I will find another wise master for this sword."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the scimitar Ni Ling that had been quietly attached to his waist.