Chapter 228 The Ancient Sapphire Talisman Demonic Bow and Divine Whip
After breaking into the tunnel, the two sides clashed in person.
To kill the talisman thief with a big bow.
It seems like a long time ago.
In fact, it only takes a moment.
The old foreigner took a deep breath and shook his sore right hand. In order to kill with one strike, he almost unreservedly pushed his Qi machine to the extreme, and drew the Jiao Shooting Bow like a Qinchuan Bow.
The meteor falls to the moon with the force of thunder.
It is completely a life-for-life style of play.
Fortunately...
The result is pretty good.
At most, the force of the dragon bow's counterattack would injure some muscles and bones, and it would take a few days for them to recover.
Put away the bow and arrows, and continue to put on the Miao knife.
The old foreigner did not dare to delay for too long. Yang Fang was still facing the bronze-armored corpse alone. Every second he delayed, the danger he would bear would increase.
He jumped a few steps and rushed outside the Talisman Thief.
At this moment, he fell on his back to the ground.
The shocking wound on his back was still oozing blood.
The person has lost his breath.
But the old foreigners dare not relax. Those who raise corpses and poisons cannot use common sense.
This is the time.
The more you need to be extra cautious.
He struck the Talisman Stealer with his knife and turned him over. Even after he had been dead for a long time, his eyes were still wide open, and his face was full of unwillingness and despair.
I stayed anonymous for five years.
I have been a gopher here for another half month.
It’s just one step away.
In two days at most, he can dig through the city wall.
Create a tunnel.
Since then, the sky is high, birds can fly, and the sea is vast, and fish can leap.
But fate played tricks on people, and they managed to escape the surveillance of Jin Zhai and Hu Zhai, but eventually died in the hands of such an unknown person, and also caught up with the bronze armored corpse that had been stored for many years.
How could he be willing to do so?
In this regard, the old foreigner did not waver at all, his eyes were full of indifference and disgust.
It was as if I saw the family of three who died in the hall again.
What's wrong with them?
To be able to build such a house in a slum, one can imagine how much effort they put in.
As a result, all of this was ruined by him.
Death is silent.
From the three despairing faces, he could imagine how frightened and helpless they must have been before they died.
Perhaps, even before death, you can still hear the sound of the bronze-armored corpse tearing open its own throat bone and swallowing blood.
"I didn't die in the hands of the bronze-armored corpse raised by myself."
"It's already cheap enough for you."
The old foreigner snorted coldly.
Use the Miao knife to open his Taoist robe.
Because it was stained with too much blood, the gray robe was soaked in scarlet at this moment.
Only...
Only a corner was raised.
A slight sound breaking through the air suddenly came out.
Almost subconsciously, the old foreigner opened his umbrella with a loud splash, shielding his body from the wind, and then there was a loud banging sound on the umbrella.
It is clear that he has a hidden weapon hidden in him.
Just stalk and kill.
The hidden weapon passed through the body.
There is no reaction time at all.
Outside Luoyang City, Tie Motou died after being hit by the funeral nail in the coffin door.
You know, there are four people under Zhang San’s chain.
Apart from dust, the strongest thing is the iron grinding head.
Before he came to Mojin Gate, he was a famous green forest bandit in the world.
Moreover, Liao Chen was beside him when he died.
Two top-notch masters were unable to guard against that hidden weapon.
You can imagine how scary it is.
He gently waved his umbrella and threw the bone nail aside to the ground. The old foreigner frowned and looked at it. The bone nail was polished extremely sharply, and there was a faint blue sheen in the cold light. .
You can tell at a glance that it is poisoned.
Seeing this scene, even he couldn't help but be afraid secretly.
If you don't mean to be careful.
Not started yet.
There is a high probability that he has been killed by the attack.
Clenching his teeth, the old foreigner suddenly had the urge to cut him into pieces, but... thinking of Yang Fang and Basu, reason finally prevailed.
Just hold the umbrella handle tightly.
Use the Miao knife to continue to lift the Taoist robe.
I saw a locket made of cowhide wrapped around his waist, and there were more than a dozen bone spurs and iron nails hanging on it, all of which were deadly hidden weapons.
Beyond that.
There are still two bags hanging.
The moment he saw it, the old foreigner's heart suddenly jumped.
For someone who steals a charm to take it so seriously and carry it with him must be something unusual.
Spitting out a breath, he still maintained absolute caution.
I did not pick it directly.
From the moment they met, the old foreigner couldn’t even remember how many killer moves this guy had hidden.
Even hidden weapons are quenched with poison, and ordinary people are not spared.
It is difficult to guarantee whether the bag has been soaked in venom, or whether there is something deadly like insecticide in the bag.
With a slight stroke of the Miao knife, the bag was thrown high in an instant.
The mirror umbrella in the hand is flipped and stretched forward.
The next moment, two bags, one large and one small, drew an arc in mid-air and fell accurately into the umbrella.
Then the old foreigner took out a pair of silver gloves as thin as cicada wings.
Carefully unzip the larger bag.
A quick shake.
There was only a burst of sporadic movement.
Various talismans, green and black pills, scattered coins and unidentifiable medicine stones.
Beyond that.
There is also a rolled-up page.
With curiosity, the old foreigner subconsciously opened it and took a look.
But as soon as he opened a corner, he frowned tightly.
"The secret record of raising corpses?!"
It is clearly a volume of evil techniques of raising corpses.
As a mountain-moving Taoist, he was naturally disgusted by this and subconsciously wanted to destroy it, but he hesitated and put it back in the bag.
After all, this trip was entrusted by Shopkeeper Chen.
Get everything, just go back and let him handle it.
After briefly tidying up, the old foreigner opened the second bag. Compared to the messy first bag, this one was much simpler.
There are only two things in total.
A green jade talisman.
There is also a thumb-sized bead with a muddy color.
The material is neither gold nor jade, but when held in the hand, it has an indescribable feeling of warmth.
The old foreigner frowned. He had never seen such an object before and couldn't figure it out for a while. He simply focused all his attention on the jade talisman.
Jade is ancient, but its color is clear.
There is a Taoist rune engraved on the surface, which seems simple, but if you take a closer look, you will find that the text seems to include thousands of things, and has the potential to swallow everything.
“Ancient Talisman!”
Almost subconsciously.
The old foreigner's eyes suddenly lit up.
Countless voices rang in my ears.
Even his breathing became rapid.
It was not an ancient talisman. He could not imagine any other talisman in the world that could have such an astonishing appearance.
Suppressing his excitement, he pocketed all the ancient talismans and beads.
He took a few deep breaths in succession.
He then put away his umbrella.
Holding the light in his left hand, he grabbed the Talisman Stealer's shoulder with his right hand and dragged him out of the tunnel step by step.
Bang!
Not long after.
The closed door was kicked open from the inside.
Basu, who was holding his chest and watching the changes, his expression changed slightly.
"The movement is not slow."
As a Gu Master, he has a keen sense of blood smell that is almost like that of a demon.
Although the old foreigner's aura has calmed down.
But as he walked, there was a faint blood mist all over his body.
It was obvious that they had just experienced a fight.
And he can appear here.
The results are self-evident.
Looking past him, there was indeed a corpse lying on the ground behind him. He was wearing a gray robe, his eyes were wide open, and there was a horrific wound on his chest. It was lifeless and he was obviously dead. For a long time. The moment the body appeared.
The natal Gu, who had been sleeping on his shoulder, suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a bit of bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.
See this situation.
Basu was even more convinced that it was correct.
The person killed by the old foreigner was the Talisman Thief.
Being able to escape from the two thunder altars for so long shows his strength. But now he can't even hold on for half a moment. How terrifying must that kid's strength be?
Chenzhou and Xiangyin are not far apart.
Whoever hangs out in the world doesn’t know Chenjiazhuang.
It’s just...
Even though they are sitting on Mount Changsheng, a group of green forest bandits who rely on the strength of their numbers to move mountains and hills. Two people randomly sent out at any time can all Are you such a master?
How can he imagine it?
The two people in front of them are already the most outstanding among the younger generation.
Give them another ten or twenty years.
The world is so big that it can no longer stop their fame.
"Yang Fang, what's wrong?"
The old foreigner threw away the body of the talisman thief.
Looking towards the courtyard.
In just such a short time, almost the entire house had been smashed to pieces, the ground was covered with devastation, the walls of the courtyard collapsed, and even many shacks and huts around it were affected.
However, the strange thing is.
Such a big movement.
But it didn’t attract anyone else.
The old foreigner subconsciously raised his head and glanced around, only to find that with the house below them as the center, the entire world seemed to be shrouded in mist.
It is almost the same as what I saw in Basu’s house before.
In an instant, he understood.
Although Basu seemed to be watching, he still took action secretly.
Otherwise, the fight here would be earth-shaking, and being close to the city wall, the two people from the Thunder Altar would have been attracted to this place long ago, and the place would be completely surrounded.
"You kid, stop talking nonsense."
"Hurry... help!"
Yang Fang swept out an iron whip.
Finally, the bullying bronze-armored corpse was knocked back a few steps.
Without even time to breathe a sigh of relief, the others quickly took a few steps back to prevent the ancient corpse from taking the opportunity to attack, and then they yelled at the old foreigner.
Since coming out of the mountain.
With the magic whip in his hand, he has always been successful.
The black and white walking corpse, no matter how strong the corpse spirit is, cannot stop it.
Only when you reach the flying zombie level can you be qualified to fight and fight.
After all, whether it is a flying zombie or a wandering zombie, the movements are no different from those of ordinary people. Even because of the corpse energy, they are almost like copper skin and iron bones, and ordinary weapons cannot hurt them at all.
However, in his hands, he usually can't make more than ten moves.
It is precisely because of this.
Only Yang can be so conceited.
But today he just realized how terrifying the real copper-skinned and iron-bone corpse is.
It’s not about beating the divine whip with a Taoist talisman to suppress it.
He may have already been defeated.
Infinite strength, copper skin and iron bones, astonishing corpse poison, and no knowledge of pain.
It is simply a killing machine that never tires.
Compared with it, manpower is sometimes poor.
He is already considered a leader among the younger generation, but when he is only twenty, he has already entered the dark power.
On weekdays, both against enemies and in discussions.
The energy and energy in his body are enough to support him to take action at will.
But the offensive of the bronze-armored corpses was like a violent storm, continuous and heavy as the tide, giving him no chance to rest or even take a breath.
It’s easy to say it’s a life for a life.
It is simply overbearing and unreasonable.
Yang Fang's heart was filled with rage. When had he ever felt so aggrieved?
“Okay!”
Seeing that he still had the intention to curse.
Old foreigners know that this kid is not ready for life or death.
Shake your head and smile.
Put the Miao knife aside on the threshold.
Take off the dragon shooting bow behind you.
The cold light on the bow is like a waterfall at night, and several runes are floating faintly on the arms of the bow. The most astonishing thing is the bow string in the middle, which is as clear as jade, but it also seems to have the power of a thousand junctures.
Especially just shot and killed one person.
Since the day it was released, countless wild animals have died under its arrows.
But this was the first time he was stained with human blood.
At this moment, it is like a ferocious beast awakening from a deep sleep. Before it draws its bow, it is already majestic, as if it contains the power to shoot the moon and break the sun.
“Monster energy?!”
Basu’s eyes fell on Da Gong, feeling the strange aura, his face changed drastically for the first time.
Gu cultivators walk under the dark night, hiding in the mountains, and have dealt with all the weird things in the world.
He was no stranger to monsters.
He even escaped with his life from monsters many times.
But he never expected it.
The old foreigner whom he only glanced at actually owned a demon bow.
And judging from the terrifying momentum.
He must have been a shocking monster during his lifetime.
But, how could he possibly kill the demon?
Basu was still in a trance when a buzzing sound of machine amplification was heard. He subconsciously looked up and saw that the old foreigner took out a long arrow and placed it on the bowstring.
Take a deep breath.
The dragon's bow was fully drawn instantly.
Bang!
There is almost no need to aim, just move at will, pull the bow string, and only hear a loud bang.
The iron arrow tears apart the fog instantly and sneaks through the air.
Even he could not locate the iron arrow, and could only faintly detect a subtle but domineering air flow.
"Wait..."
Suddenly.
His heart sank.
My eyes suddenly moved from the door to the bronze-armored corpse in the courtyard.
I saw a cold star suddenly appear in the night.
The next moment, the iron arrow with infinite energy was shot at the back of its neck.
The thing with rigor mortis is almost immortal.
The few weak points are all between the neck.
Either cut off the head or remove its vertebrae.
The former is to kill by force.
But the difficulty is as high as climbing to the sky.
Although the latter cannot kill with one hit, it can instantly make it lose the ability to move.
As a mountain-moving Taoist, I understand rigor mortis better than anyone else in this world. I can count them on one hand.
I noticed the sound of breaking through the air behind me.
The bronze armored corpse reacted instantly.
It's just that the old foreigner's timing was too exquisite, and he shot the arrow at the moment when Yang Fang forced it back and before it could stand firm.
Therefore, even at this moment, it is impossible to avoid it.
There is only one roar.
Black mist suddenly billowed all over her body, and pieces of bronze armor seemed to be condensed on Luo Lu's skin.
It is clear that he intends to carry it with his body of copper skin and iron bones.
What a pity.
It is too proud of its own bronze armor, and it also despises the dragon's shooting bow.
The thousand-year-old demon, the dragon's demon sinews are used as strings, and countless mineral secret gold are used as the bow body. Even every iron arrow is hammered out by the hundred-foot fire dragon of Shijun Mountain.
It can be said that if you lose one, you will lose one.
How could the bronze armor condensed in a hurry be able to stop this devastating arrow?
Ka——
The arrow is coming.
First there was a friction sound, and then there were bursts of cracking sounds.
The ancient corpse covered with bronze armor was like a broken porcelain portrait, with its whole body shattered into countless pieces in an instant.
The long arrow broke through the bronze armor, forced its way through the corpse, and penetrated into the vertebrae.
The bronze armored corpse looks like it has been struck by lightning.
The tall corpse was knocked to the ground by the astonishing force of the arrow.
Finally struggled to raise his head.
The expressionless face, like a stone sculpture, showed a rare hint of pain.
Howls and screams intertwined.
Putting his hands around his shoulders and neck, he grabbed the iron arrow and tried to pull it out from the back of his neck.
But...
The next moment.
A more intense buzzing sound has broken through the air.
(End of this chapter)