Chapter 260 Eighteen Stick Formation

The long stick is made by a thousand-year-old tree in the mountains.

The toughness is good, the hardness is good, and if you pull it down with a stick, the rocks will also be crushed.

But the eighteen stick formations are together, even with pity in their hearts, and the monk will not be soft.

The long stick carrying the sound of wind and thunder was whipped on the back, accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking bones in addition to the muffled sound of flesh and skin.

But the man only trembled a little, then stood up straight again, looked at him with clear eyebrows, and took a step forward.

The monk frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the second stick swept in.

This time, it was the man's scarred abdomen.

The monk couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help it.

Eighteen sticks, three sticks per person, one stick back, one stick abdomen, and one stick thigh.

Take the green mountains on the back, the belly of the world, unyielding.

Qin Qi tensed his abdominal muscles, and the eight-pack abdominal muscles stretched those wounds a little bigger, but under the stick, he still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of black blood.

"Boy, you have to survive at least three people to get the host to agree to your request." The monk's long stick struck in the palm of his hand, with a little pity.

Casually wiping off the blood stains on the side of his mouth, Qin Qi smiled lightly, stood up straight, took another step forward, and said, "The juniors know, master, please." ”

The third blow hit the back of the thigh, and the wound on the thigh was directly cracked, splashing blood on the snow.

His body trembled slightly, and Qin Qi took a step forward towards the white temple.

The bearded monk sighed lightly and took two steps back.

Twenty meters in front of him, another tall and thin figure slowly stood out.

The pitch-black long stick in his hand was reflected by the blood light, and it actually took on a dark red color.

That's the color that only comes from being moistened by blood all year round.

The corners of Qin Qi's lips hooked slightly, and he walked towards the man step by step.

One step left a blood-colored hole in the snow.

Looking at the straight approach, the tall and thin monk bowed slightly, took a step forward, and the long stick in his hand carried Li Xiao, as fast as lightning.

Hit three times in a row.

The muffled sound made a crisp sound, and the huge impact force made Qin Qi's body shake three times with the momentum of the stick before falling forward.

But when he was about to fall to the ground, Qin Qi put his hand on the ground, and forcefully pulled his body back with force under his feet.

With a mouth, black-red blood sprayed into a patch on the snow.

This time, even if he wiped it with the back of his hand, he couldn't stop the blood gushing in his mouth.

Qin Qi simply put down his hand, and after coughing lightly a few times, he let the blood flow from the corners of his lips and stepped forward.

The tall and thin monk let out a light sigh and stepped back, and on the hillside, a third person appeared.

It was a dwarf monk who looked like a round ball, and the long stick in his hand was half a meter longer than his head.

Bright red, crystal clear long sticks.

"Boy, it's too late for you to regret it now." The fat monk said with a smile.

Qin Qi smiled slightly and said, "Then, is the master willing to listen to the request of the junior and send someone out?" ”

As soon as he said a word, black blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and his face was still light, and his smile was honest, reflecting the scars all over his body, black and red blood stains.

The fat monk unconsciously restrained his smile, folded his hands, and said, "Offended." ”

Qin Qi smiled faintly, stretched out his arm slightly, and said, "Master, please!" ”

The blood stick roared sharply, like the afterimage of death, and struck down heavily.

A stick on the back, hitting Qin Qi's body forward, the stick stayed in the air for a moment, backhanded, with the power of flipping, and hit the abdomen with the wound cracked and even the internal organs were faintly exposed, and then stagnated again, the fat monk's body turned sharply, and the strength brought out by inertia made the blood stick that went around the back and hit the back of the thigh even cut through the air.

Leave a vacuum.

The splatters of blood seemed to have stopped in the air.

Then, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, it was sprinkled to a distance of five meters.

In the midst of blood red, the man who supported the ground with his hands and supported his knees a few centimeters above the ground was extremely eye-catching.

Qin Qi's eyes were blood-red, his ears were ringing in his ears, his body was spasming because of the severe pain, and his arm holding the ground wanted to bend down at any time.

As long as you fall, all this pain will disappear.

It's all dead anyway, so why not die more comfortably?

In the midst of the tinnitus, there was a thin sound.

Stunned, Qin Qi smiled slightly, put his hand on the ground, and staggered to his feet.

His body trembled, and because of the great force, the frozen wounds on his body bloomed, and the wound on his abdomen burst completely.

The blood had stained his entire body red.

With his palm on his abdomen, he stuffed back the intestines that wanted to show his head, Qin Qi smiled lightly, glanced sideways at the figure of Yuan Dundun in the blood red, and said, "It turns out that in the eighteen stick formation, there is still a voice of confusion?" ”

The fat monk's face turned red unconsciously, and he slowly took two steps back, but he couldn't help but say again: "How do you know, that's not what you think in your heart?" ”

"Huh." Qin Qi chuckled, his legs were no longer able to be raised, so he dragged his legs forward, and said lightly: "The younger generation only knows that no matter how hard it is, it is better to live than to die." ”

Death is the easiest thing, and when you die, you will be gone, and it will no longer hurt or suffer.

But that's the choice of the weak.

He, Qin Qi, is not afraid of death, but he will definitely not choose to die by himself.

What's more, if he doesn't finish the three formations, these people will definitely not send Gu Xinyue out, then he will die, and it will be meaningless.

It's just some flesh and skin suffering, what can't he stand it!

No matter how painful or bitter it was, he would survive until the last moment.

The more he passes, the more these people will value the promise, and maybe they will send one or two people to escort her to the time to meet He Niu.

As he dragged forward, the snow left two terrifying blood grooves.

Rao is a fat monk has always been cold, and he is not moved.

Twenty meters ahead, a fourth man stepped forward.

This is a monk who looks square, even his face is rectangular, and the corners of his mouth are pursed into a stiff straight line.

The four frowning lines on the forehead are faintly formed, forming a king character.

When Qin Qi walked in front of him, Monk Fang said, "You are good, don't worry, I will send that girl out according to your request." ”

"Thank you." Qin Qi thanked him with his head bowed, and in a blood red, he looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"For the sake of you, you don't have to go any longer, I'll help you get free!" Monk Fangzheng flipped his wrist, revealing a silver-white slender bamboo stick in his hand.

Crystal like jade, slender like a sword.

One stick breaks bones, two sticks break hearts, and three sticks break people's lives.

Monk Fangzheng did his best, even if he was intact, there was only one way to die.

What's more, it is the man in front of him who has no internal breath and is completely supported by willpower.

Qin Qi smiled faintly, raised his palm upward, and raised his arm: "Please teach the master." ”

With pity and respect flashing in his eyes, Monk Fangzheng raised his bamboo stick. ♂

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