"Lao Zhu's ass, whoever pecks my ass will never stop. The hateful Crying Beast will turn you into a bald chicken today." A shrill scream came, as if he was being subjected to inhumane punishment, which made people's scalp numb.
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Under normal circumstances, injuries are just a common occurrence for monks. Some minor injuries should not be like this. However, the male warbler unintentionally broke his life gate.
Every inherited technique has its shortcomings, and this is even more obvious with some of the powerful techniques that go astray. They are just like the weaknesses of monsters. Once hit, they can achieve half the result with half the effort and cause huge harm.
harm.
Zhu Zhongsu's whole body is protected by a large amount of fat, forming a layer of natural armor. Even if he suffers some attacks on weekdays, it will not cause much damage.
However, the inheritance technique he practices is located on the most inconspicuous buttocks. If it is like opening an obvious gap, it will cause a large loss of mana and blood, and at the same time, the severe pain will be like suffering from
It's like a painful torture, it's excruciating and the pain is unbearable.
Moreover, Zhu Zhongsu, who was suffering from excessive blood consumption, could be said to be exposed to wind and rain. His originally plump body, with layers of protective fat, became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally rosy face and skin suddenly became paler than the monk surnamed Geng, who was suffering from serious injuries, as if he was suddenly infected by some incurable disease.
"You pecked Zhu's butt and you want to leave easily? How could such a cheap thing be possible? Give me a stick." Zhu Zhongsu's fighting ability did not seem to be affected too much. He held the stone stick in his hand and cried to the male warbler.
The vital parts of the beast are removed.
The monks surnamed Lu and the monks surnamed Shi were also unwilling to lag behind. The magic weapons in their hands unleashed unprecedented fierce attacks, and the various talismans and seals were not stingy.
At this critical moment that determines victory or defeat, the monk surnamed Geng who was supposed to fight vigorously subconsciously opened a wider distance, and the strength of the first-level mid-grade Junzi Sword in his hand was even more perfunctory.
"The male warbler has been severely injured. The three fellow Taoists will continue to work hard. Geng went to support fellow Taoist Zhao one or two. If something unexpected happens to fellow Taoist Zhao, the situation of the battle will turn around in an instant." After establishing a sufficient distance, the monk surnamed Geng said a little
After explaining one or two things, Zhu Zhongsu and the others fled away in a hurry without waiting for Zhu Zhongsu and the others to react.
Because of the tense battle situation, even if the casual cultivator team headed by Zhu Zhongsu was dissatisfied, they could not refuse clearly at this time. After all, Zhao Shoushou had already restrained the other warbler long enough.
And judging from its performance, neither the magic weapon nor the talisman has anything hidden, and the bone-deep wound between the thighs is still bleeding and has not healed.
"What a beast, how dare you hurt my Brother Zhao and take my sword?" The monk surnamed Geng acted very bravely, but he stopped firmly three feet away from the battle group.
Commanding a first-level mid-grade gentleman's sword to support him, in fact, the battle has been going on so far. The four casual cultivators, including Zhao Shoushou, have tried their best. Only he has never shown his trump card. Although his face is pale, he is still content.
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After receiving support from the monk surnamed Geng, Zhao Shoushou finally had some free time to deal with the injuries on his body when faced with the female warbler.
"No wonder fellow Taoist would rather take the risk of fighting the warbler alone. It turns out that he has already noticed the intrigue between the three of them. Since they have planned so hard, they must have had a plan in advance. Does fellow Taoist have a good way to escape?" The monk surnamed Geng asked at the side.
Sexual inquiry.
"All the plans have nothing to do with Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is just using people's money to eliminate disasters for others. As long as he kills the monsters and leaves immediately, no one will take the initiative to stop him?" Zhao Shoushou responded perfunctorily.
The relationship between the two is also just a matter of mutual use. If the bottom line is revealed rashly during the testing stage, the initiative will disappear immediately.
"Geng is from the Dongyue Sword Sect. Although his strength is limited and he cannot bring glory to the sect, if he falls outside the sect, there are always some better brothers who are willing to stand up for Geng." This sentence seems to have nothing to do with the scene.
Irrelevant words are full of threats.
Although the Dongyue Sword Sect has not been able to enter the top ten sects in the world of cultivation, its strength is still among the best at the upper level. There are two couples who are dual cultivators of the Golden Elixir and Dzogchen in the sect.
With their two swords combined, even monks in the early stage of Yuanying can fight with each other. With the help of their sect's mountain-protecting formation, they are not afraid of attacks from monks in the early stage of Yuanying.
The Dongyue Sword Sect specializes in the art of swordsmanship and has very strict requirements for the qualifications of its disciples. It is precisely because of the small number of people in the sect that the ranking is slightly lower.
Also because of the small number of people, the Dongyue Sword Party pays special attention to every entry-level disciple. If a disciple dies outside, they must find out the truth.
Unless Zhao Shoushou can decide to give up everything on Cormorant Island, even if he saves his life in the hands of Zhu Zhongsu and Sanxiu, he will definitely be hunted down by the furious Dongyue Sword Sect.
"It's just an ordinary thing for me to wander around the world as a loose cultivator. Can the Dongyue Sword Sect really send out disciples to hunt down us? There are quite a few disciples who die every year, but there are only a few who can really take revenge." How could Zhao Shoushou?
Can you be easily fooled? Can you easily block it with a few words?
"Not to mention the sect's investigation, Taoist friend Ruizhi really thinks that they will easily leave a way out?" The monk surnamed Geng said softly.
In fact, this sentence was what he was most worried about. How could the Third Monk Zhu Zhongsu spare his life so easily if he was so deliberate? I'm afraid he is also one of the targets.
The reason why they had no choice but to accept his blackmail at the beginning was because they wanted Zhao Shoushou to be seriously injured or die under the attack of the female warbler, but they did not expect that he would be able to persist until now.
"Since Zhao can escape from the mouth of the warbler, he is naturally not a person who can be slaughtered by others. If you want someone's life, you must weigh yourself first. If fellow Taoist Geng has leisure, why not kill the warbler first?"
"Behead" Zhao Shoushou was very dissatisfied with the monk surnamed Geng who did nothing to help others.
In the end, the choice of Zhu Zhongsu and the others has not yet been made clear. If they continue to delay, they will be hurt or killed at the mouth of this monster, which is the real loss outweighing the gain.
"Forget it, let fellow Taoists take a look at Geng's strength. The most correct choice is for you and me to join forces. Junzi Sword, "Only when we show our true strength and are of equal strength can we join forces.
Following the monk surnamed Geng's loud shout, the originally lukewarm Junzi Sword suddenly became sharper. This is the real style of the Junzi Sword. A beautiful 360-degree reversal in the air, with lightning speed.
The force sliced horizontally towards the neck of the female warbler.
After the sword was thrust out, the monk surnamed Geng's face became even paler, but his pride was vividly displayed. This is the arrogance that a sword cultivator should have, independent of the world, like a plum blossom growing in the wind and snow.