But two short arrows were shot out from the cabinet, piercing his waist and back with two whizzing sounds. After the ground trap was activated, the short crossbow mechanism would also operate accordingly, hurting people with hidden arrows.
He Lingchuan had already mastered this set of trap techniques during his mission to hunt monsters on the Chipa Plateau, and could make them according to local conditions.
Another dark figure rolled in outside the window, it was Fu Shanyue.
He glanced around and stepped forward to set up his companion.
Just as he was about to jump out of the window, a warning signal suddenly occurred in his heart, and his movement to jump out suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, an inconspicuous blade of light passed silently against the window, making his scalp numb.
If he hadn't stopped, he would have been struck by the sword.
A third person jumped out of the window, as smoothly as leaves blown by the wind, even stagnating slightly in mid-air.
Fushan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. As soon as he pushed his companion away, he saw the light of a bright sword suddenly coming, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
Fu Sheng Dao finally showed his true face.
This sword was so powerful and undercurrent that Fu Shanyue did not dare to take it head-on. He moved several times in the dark room to avoid its sharp edge.
There was a flash of swords and swords in the dark room.
Both sides moved so fast that Fu Shanyue's men could hardly see clearly.
The two finally met.
"You're already here, why don't you sit down for a while?" He Lingchuan said while fighting, "It seems that I am not treating guests well."
If Fu Shanyue counterattacked, he would be sure to hit the snake and follow it with the stick, and the "Wave Slash" had always been very powerful. However, this guy seemed to be very knowledgeable and could only retreat.
When He Lingchuan learned the sword at the Xiabei frontline camp, he could already cut seven raindrops in a row with one sword. After the help of Emperor Liujian to open up the second Dantian, his speed and strength were even more unmatched before.
But Fu Shanyue is like a loach, always running away when the opportunity is tight.
Such nimble opponents can only be compared to those specific Jindu ghost cubs in the Panlong Dreamland.
But there is only so much room in the house, so if you give in blindly, you will definitely lose.
Fu Shanyue chuckled: "Okay, guests can do as they please." He raised his hand and released two arrows from his sleeves.
You don't need to lift your elbows for this thing, just flip your wrist, and the sleeve arrow will go straight to He Lingchuan's eyes. The arrowhead is also a little blue, obviously the thing quenched on it is not a good thing.
The distance between the two sides was always less than three feet. His sleeve arrows were also made with skillful hands. They were powerful and short in length, which was perfect for plotting and wounding people at short distances.
He Lingchuan had no time to block it with his sword, so he had to turn his head to avoid it.
When he was fighting Jindu Yaogei in the Flesh and Flesh Fortress, he was sprayed with poisonous saliva at such a close range, which blinded one of his eyes.
Since then, he has been wary of close combat.
After all, if you fail in a dream and wake up, it's fine. In reality, if you are blinded or have your skull penetrated, there is no chance of a comeback.
After his offensive, Fu Shanyue took advantage of the opportunity and quickly snapped his fingers.
With a snap, the oil lamp on the cabinet behind him came on.
The oil lamp was originally placed on the table, but when He Lingchuan was setting up the trap, he moved it to the chest of drawers, where it was just level with his eyes.
The light from the oil lamp was not dazzling and would not attract the attention of the policeman on the street.
However, light and shadow accompany each other. Where there is light, there is shadow.
He Lingchuan was facing the oil lamp, and his shadow naturally fell on the wall behind him.
After avoiding the hidden arrow, he drew the sword again, but halfway up his arm, it suddenly got stuck.
It was as if someone was holding his arm and pulling him back.
Diagonally behind the house, Fu Shanyue's injured companion shouted urgently: "Hurry up!"
He had moved to the wall, hugging He Lingchuan's shadow with both hands, and kept pulling back.
If you look closely, you will find that his two forearms are like thin vines wrapped around each other. Each vine emits a faint black light and is stuck in the shadow of He Lingchuan.
This kind of partial magical power is called shadow binding. It controls the figure of a person and thereby limits the movement of the deity.
How could Fu Shanyue be so polite? He raised the Fenshui Thorn and poked He Lingchuan in the eye, intending to give him a forward and backward exit.
The thorn tip hit the cornea in almost the blink of an eye, and even He Lingchuan felt sharp pain in the back of his head.
That was his spiritual sense giving a crazy warning.
Fushan Yue also pushed his speed to the limit. The night was long and the dream was long, so he had to win as soon as possible.
He Lingchuan did not blink.
The speed of his arms was limited, but his fingertips were blocked by the shadow of his body, so they were still flexible. He raised them up and said, "Now."
With a "clang" sound, Fu Shanyue's water-dividing stab hit the real thing.
A round shield appeared out of thin air.
The tip of the thorn was deflected by the flick, and Fu Shanyue himself grunted, obviously suffering from the force of the shock. However, the buckler was also swung away, and he still rushed towards He Lingchuan.
At this time, he simply resorted to his old skills and suddenly opened his mouth to bite his opponent's neck, and his neat white teeth instantly turned into sharp teeth.
A python monster that is several feet long is not enough for him to suck. How can a mere human being take care of it?
He Lingchuan's body was restricted, but his mouth was very free. He immediately lifted up his true power and blew a deep breath, and with a breath, the air wave instantly hit the chest of drawers.
The oil lamp went out in response.
Without light there is no shadow.
This is not a great countermeasure, but he figured out the solution in the blink of an eye, and his reaction is extremely fast.
He Lingchuan's hands were free, and he didn't have time to fight back. He directly punched Fu Shanyue in the chest and abdomen with an uppercut.
Although it was rushed, the real power surged and the supply was not bad at all.
The black thorn ring on his finger was obtained from a traitor. It not only strengthens the owner's strength, but also applies poison to the opponent's wounds. It is a good tool for assassinating people.
With a muffled bang, Fu Shanyue penetrated the wall and flew backwards.
Behind is the courtyard of the guest room.
He Lingchuan hurried out two steps, his neck felt cold.
He reached out and touched it, and there was blood, which was dark in color.
The neck was not bitten by Fu Shanyue's fangs, but was scratched by its sharp claws, narrowly missing the carotid artery.
After all, it's a little bit worse.
There was corpse poison hidden in the tip of his claws. He Lingchuan quickly swallowed a pill and used his true strength to force out the residual blood from the wound.
When he touched it again, the blood that flowed out turned bright red, and he felt relieved.
Fortunately it was handled in time.
These few actions only delayed him for six or seven seconds, and he kept staring ahead.
Then, He Lingchuan walked out through the hole in the wall.
Fu Shanyue broke a small tree in the yard and shook his head before getting up. The brick wall of the guest room he had just broken was of good quality.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing He Lingchuan coming out with a knife, Fu Shanyue waved at him repeatedly: "Stop, no more fighting!"
Seeing He Lingchuan's blade moving, he quickly said: "I'm serious. I just tried to test your quality, it's harmless. I don't have any killing intention, you should feel it."
The opponent had never made a move before, so he was defeated four times: once by Sanxin Lake, once in Fufeng City, and twice at Fengmo Rock.
Fushan became angry the more he thought about it, he had to see the truth this time, otherwise he would not be able to calm down.
He Lingchuan didn't seem surprised: "How did it go?"
He ran away midway through his conversation at Feng Mo Mountain, expecting that this guy would definitely follow him.
The more Fushan is an opportunist, he will try his hand first if there are dates or not.
As expected.
But this guy's body is really strong, and he can punch him as if nothing happened.
"You are not weak, you are qualified to take away the spiritual seed."
He Lingchuan said calmly: "What kind of spirit?"
To be continued...