Chapter 348 The third brother actually learned my strengths!
Tu Wanhu glared at Zhao Cheng and said, "Why is my elder brother's Cilin armor on your body?"
Although the Ci Lin Baojia blocked the internal force of Tu Wanhu's palm for Zhao Cheng, the force that was not completely released still knocked Zhao Cheng back several steps.
Zhao Cheng staggered a few steps, steadied his body and said, "Now that you have recognized the Thorny Lin Armor, shouldn't what you need to worry about most now be how to detoxify it?"
Zhao Cheng raised his nose and said, "I heard that the toxin on this Dark Lin can kill an adult bull!"
Tu Wanhu's expression changed drastically, how could he not know?!
He looked around, picked up a knife, and was about to chop off his arm.
But with the blade hanging in the air, he hesitated again.
Zhao Cheng said something sarcastic from the side: "You are the famous Master Tu. How can you live if your painting hand is gone?"
"Zhao Cheng, you!" Tu Wanhu was about to swing his knife at Zhao Cheng: "I am angry too!!"
Zhao Cheng quickly raised his hand and said: "You'd better not move or get angry, otherwise you will die faster."
"you you you……"
"Why are you stuttering? Could it be that the toxin spread so quickly that it was poisoned on your tongue?"
Zhao Cheng sighed: "Then it's useless for you to amputate your limbs. Cut off your head quickly, otherwise the poison will get to your head."
"You bastard, I will kill you!!!"
Tu Wanhu was furious. Although he knew that Zhao Cheng was deliberately irritating him and wanted his poison to spread faster, he was convinced that he would die anyway, so I will pull you along!
Tu Wanhu no longer cared about the toxins in his body, activated his internal energy, and rushed towards Zhao Cheng with all his strength.
puff!
There was a muffled sound, and a spear penetrated Tu Wanhu's body. Zhao Cheng saw the tip of the spear emerging from Tu Wanhu's chest.
Blood splattered on his face.
Tu Wanhu looked at Zhao Cheng blankly, black blood pouring out of his mouth crazily.
Seeing the color of blood, Zhao Cheng suddenly thought of something, ran to the river like crazy, and kept washing his face with river water.
"This damn poisonous blood! You should also pay attention to the third child, his blood is poisonous, don't splash it on yourself!"
"Zhao Cheng..." Tu Wanhu looked at Zhao Cheng unwillingly. He never expected that he would be admired and regarded as a role model by countless people in his life, but the last words he heard before his death were that he was disliked by others...
Zhao Yan drew his gun, and Tu Wanhu fell down with his eyes wide open, ending his life.
At this time, Yang Huanyun came over with a gun, glanced at Tu Wanhu's body, and said: "You dare to distract yourself and save others when you are fighting with me. Are you willing to die?"
Zhao Yan smiled and said: "But in the end, I saved the person, and he is still alive."
Yang Huanyun snorted.
Zhao Yandao: "If you lose, you have to admit it. You have practiced the Guanyun Spear skill well, but I can see the flaws and restrict you at every turn."
Yang Huanyun asked: "What kind of marksmanship have you practiced?"
Zhao Yan thought for a moment and said, "Zhao's gun."
Yang Huanyun said: "I've never heard of it."
Zhao Yandao: "My self-created marksmanship has not yet shown its prowess in the world, so of course you haven't heard of it."
Yang Huanyun asked: "How can you create your own marksmanship at such a young age?"
"What's so strange about this!"
Zhao Yan patted his chest and said proudly: "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and am proficient in all eighteen martial arts. If I use a sword or a knife, I can also create my own sword skills, but I prefer to use a gun."
Zhao Yan pointed at the spear in Yang Huanyun's hand and said: "I said that you are like a god with a spear because I am praising your martial arts and talent. But to be honest, your Guanyun Spear is not perfect enough. I do have some ideas.
If you can make slight changes according to my ideas, the power of the Guanyun Spear Technique will be even greater."
"Arrogant!!"
Yang Huanyunqing shouted, his expression slightly angry, but his eyes were a little wandering. He was half-believing Zhao Yan's words and said: "The Guanyun Spear Technique is the culmination of what my master has learned throughout his life. How can a young boy like you be able to correct it?"
"Then I won't say more." Zhao Yan said with a smile: "Anyway, your master's apprentice is not as good as me."
"you!"
Yang Huanyun was choked and speechless, so he raised his gun and headed towards Zhao Yan.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Yan stretched out his hand to stop Yang Huanyun and said, "You can hit him again, but wait until I clean up my gun first."
Yang Huanyun: "???"
Zhao Yan quickly ran to the river, immersed the spear into the river, and said quietly: "I can't bear to let such a beautiful and capable girl get poisoned."
Zhao Cheng, who was washing his face at the side, was shocked and sighed: "My third brother has been with me for a long time, and he has actually learned my strengths!"
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The night is getting darker and darker, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.
The power of the knife filled the rain and mist, and the light of the knife cut through the rain and the dark night.
No one dared to approach the two swordsmen.
If you are close, you will be chopped into pieces by two swords, or split into two!
In the short time since Zhao Cheng poisoned Tu Wanhu, Zhao Wu and Wu Bu had already fought hundreds of swords.
Zhao Wu's broken knife is still a broken knife. There are slight cracks on the blade, and there are chips of different sizes on the blade, but the broken knife is only broken, but not broken.
There were some gaps in Wu Bu's right hand sword, but it didn't have much impact, but the left hand sword had already been cut and curled.
He glanced at the knife in his left hand, then threw it away, put his hand on his back and pulled out another knife.
It's just that this knife is shorter than the previous knife.
The double sword became a long and short sword.
Zhao Wudao: "You have so many knives."
Wu Bu said: "I have always had three swords, but you are the only one who can see my third sword."
"Then have you ever thought that you can only use your third knife once, because it will be the last time."
"Your mouth is as hard as your knife."
Zhao Wu snorted and said: "It's better to be tougher. So I advise you, instead of carrying three knives and five knives, it is better to find a really good knife."
"Just like my broken knife, it is only broken, but it will not be so broken that it cannot be used."
"Teach me." Wu Bu held the short sword behind his back with his left hand, and held the long sword with his right hand, making an offensive gesture, and said: "When you die, I will keep your broken sword for you!"
Snapped!
After saying this, Wu Bu stepped under the stagnant water, causing water splashes all over the sky in the vast rain and fog. Before he even got close to Zhao Wu, the two swords in his hands began to dance wildly.
Zhao Wuma stepped down, accumulating strength all over his body, holding the broken knife with both hands, and his eyes were determined.
"You are obsessed with competing with me, but you don't know that I don't want to get entangled with you. For me, martial arts is just a skill. I can use this skill to complete the task. There is no need to compete. I have a mission.
, I don’t have time to play with you!”
Zhao Wu said these words and made a decisive gesture. Wu Bu thought that he was going to fight him with all his strength, so he became more and more excited. He chopped down with the long knife, stabbed with the short knife, and moved forward with both swords.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu's knife did not fall down, but instead turned his feet and dodged his body to the side like a loach in the rain.
At this moment, the broken knife he had already raised high suddenly fell down.
One knife,
Two breaks!
Wu Bu's face under the bamboo hat was pale, and his eyes stared at Zhao Wu in shock, as if he had seen a great horror!