Phew!

Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a pain in his chest, and it seemed that a sharp weapon had pierced his chest!

He had already completed the foundation, his body was strong, and his skin was as tough as an old cowhide. But at this time, his body was easily pierced like tofu, and his heart was pierced through the heart with a sword.

He stared at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man in front of him was holding a bottle of quenching fluid in both hands, and there was nothing in his hands?

What's going on?

Blood flowed from his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, and stained half of the tip of the sword red: "What is this?"

The long-armed man raised his long arm angrily, his eyes full of cruelty. Even if he died, he would take Song Shuhang to Huangquan together.

However, his arm was only halfway raised, and then it hung limply. He felt weak all over, and all his qi, blood, and strength were drained by this invisible sword.

At the same time, in his mind, thousands of bald monks kept chanting the scriptures: "The sea of bitterness is dustless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground!"

Annoying!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath, pulled out the black flying sword vigorously, and replied, "Flying sword." ”

Master Tongxuan's flying sword, fortunately, he hasn't sent it back yet.

This flying sword can only be seen by the pharmacist who has the consent of Master Tongxuan and himself. In the eyes of others, this flying sword is an invisible, inaccessible existence.

Of course, if the opponent's strength is much higher than that of Master Tongxuan, it will be a different matter.

From the moment they met, Song Shuhang was holding this flying sword in his hand. I wanted to wait for the long-armed man to get closer, looking for an opportunity to stab him.

It's just that Song Shuhang didn't expect that the other party would bump into him in a heroic posture. The only thing Song Shuhang needed to do was to slightly adjust the position of the tip of the sword and aim it at the heart of the long-armed man.

Then, with a bang, the other party's heart was pierced.

It's so simple, it's a real effort.

Even the stinking pills have been saved!

Flying swords?

The long-armed man opened his mouth and struggled to utter two words from his mouth: "Take?"

has a complete mortal life, and his cultivation is also a mortal level. But there is a quenching fluid, there will be a flying sword, the identity of the 'senior' who will make the altar owner scruple, and only the legendary terrifying monk has the power to perform the method of seizing the sacrifice when the longevity is about to end, right?

Song Shuhang ignored what the man with long arms was saying, he raised the black flying sword, and a faint smell of blood came to his nose.

Even if he had come to his senses, this smell of blood still made Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable - after all, he was not some murderous demon! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college student.

Taking a deep breath, the true self of the "True Self Meditation Sutra" in my mind emerges, suppresses it, and calms myself down.

"Do you have any last words?" Song Shuhang said.

"I'm ......," the long-armed man opened his mouth.

As he spoke, Shuhang's flying sword was raised again, and his head was sharpened with a sword.

The long-armed man was blinded, his head was in a different place, and his stump fell to the ground with a bang. Moreover, not a single trace of blood came out of the wound.

Master Tongxuan's flying sword is not an ordinary sword weapon, and killing people without seeing blood is only its basic attribute.

"Well, I just said it well, but I'm not going to listen to your last words. ”

Song Shuhang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, a little soft, but gradually regained his calm.

It was the first time he had killed a living being, and before that, he had never killed a chicken: "That's what I realized. ”

There must be an awareness.

The long-armed man was the first to die at his hands, but not the last.

If he could, he would have liked to capture the long-armed man alive and find out where the 'altar master' was hiding from him. It's a pity that his own strength is insufficient, and the other party is a monk with open eyes and nose, and he is not confident that he can subdue such an opponent.

At this time, killing the long-armed man is the most correct choice.

The "True Self Meditation Sutra" was still running in his mind, allowing himself to remain calm in the face of headless corpses.

Holding a black flying sword in one hand, Song Shuhang cautiously stepped forward and searched for the long-armed man.

The other party doesn't have much to carry.

A bottle of pungent potion should be corpse liquid.

Three handleless blades.

There is also a sign of the beast's head engraved with three claw marks, which should represent the identity or organization of the long-armed man, right?

Finally, there are thousands of cash tickets and Zhao Yaya's mobile phone.

As a monk with an open eye and a second nose, this guy can be poor.

Song Shuhang opened the potion bottle and poured some on the body of the long-armed man.

A pungent smell came out, and the bones and part of the clothes of the long-armed man disappeared from the world as if they had been evaporated.

"Is it a baby?" Song Shuhang put away the corpse liquid.

The corrosive effect is amazing, and even the body of a first-grade monk can melt quickly, although because it is a corpse, it cannot mobilize the qi and blood in the body to resist.

But as long as it's used well, it's a murderous weapon, right?

In the end, Song Shuhang poured some corpse liquid on the other party's remaining clothes. The last vestiges of the long-armed man in the world have been erased.

After making sure that no other traces were left, Song Shuhang picked up Zhao Yaya on his back and rushed to the place where the pharmacist was.

Zhao Yaya had been unconscious, and he was a little worried about whether the long-armed man had used poison or something, so it was better to bring it over to the pharmacist for examination.

......

......

About three or four minutes later.

Zhao Yaya felt a lot of pain in the back of her neck, and she felt that she was stiff neck.

And how the bed was constantly shaking, she moaned a few times in dissatisfaction, indicating resistance.

But the bed shook even harder!

Bastard, don't let people sleep well?

Zhao Yaya opened her eyes angrily, and then, she was surprised to find that she was not sleeping in bed, but was carried on the road by someone.

Oh, my mother, what's going on?

She was taken aback, and her sleepiness was sent thousands of miles away.

Could it be that someone kidnapped her?

Fortunately, she soon discovered that the man carrying her back was a familiar person. Song Shuhang and her are too familiar, and if you are a little sober, you can know who the other party is.

"Shuhang, what is this place?" she gently patted Song Shuhang's shoulder and asked softly.

"Huh, sister, are you awake?" Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground: "Do you feel okay?

Zhao Yaya frowned: "My body is fine, but I feel some pain in the back of my neck, and, why am I here?"

"Sister, you still asked me why I was here, didn't you call me over? and then I rushed to the scene and found you sleeping dead on a chair on the side of the road. No, I'm looking for a place to stay overnight. Song Shuhang looked sincere and stared at Zhao Yaya.

He didn't lie, it was indeed 'Zhao Yaya' who called him out, Zhao Yaya was indeed 'sleeping' to death, and he was about to take her to find a place to sleep for the night.

"......" Zhao Yaya stared at Shuhang for a long time, and found that he didn't look like he was lying at all.

She thought about it carefully, but her memory was blurry. I vaguely remember that she had gone out for a few drinks with three of her best friends tonight, and then she was supposed to go back to her own place?

Could it be that I drank too much? But I only drank four glasses with my friends today, how could I drink too much?

Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples with a distressed expression.

"Sister, why don't I take you to the hospital?" Song Shuhang asked worriedly.

"No, except for the feeling of a stiff neck on the neck, everything else is fine. You can go back with me, and it should be fine to rest for the night. Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck, feeling that the back of her neck was a bit like someone had slapped her with a knife, and it hurt. Other than that, there was no physical discomfort.

Anyway, I also studied medicine, and I can roughly guess if there is any problem with my body.

"Then I'll go back with you. Song Shuhang said with a smile.

Zhao Yaya only felt that Song Shuhang's smile was warm at this time, giving people a very reliable feeling: "Shuhang, I haven't seen you for a day, you kid suddenly seem to have grown up a lot?"

"Yes? It's your delusion. Song Shuhang said lightly - has it changed? From the moment he raised his hand and swung his sword to cut off the head of the long-armed man, his mind underwent a transformation.