Chapter 946: The True Strength of the Sword!

The elevator doors opened.

All of them breathed a long sigh of relief.

Standing at the door was Zhiming and Chunjiao, both standing straight, and holding hands, to use a poem to describe it, that is, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

Seeing this scene, Tang Yue was directly happy, and joked: "We were beaten, and our bodies hurt, so don't show your affection." ”

The others laughed too, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the floor was much more lively.

It's just that Tang Yue, who said this joke, didn't laugh, he frowned slightly, and looked at Zhiming and Chunjiao seriously.

He always felt that there was something wrong with these two people.

"Tang Yue, it's impossible for them to do the action of holding hands, absolutely impossible."

At this moment, Mu Cai leaned behind Tang Yue and whispered this.

Suddenly, Tang Yue felt even more wrong.

In the next second, Tang Yue's pupils dilated, since he turned on the power of the Chosen One, his eyesight was more than a notch higher than usual, and it was easy to see some small movements clearly.

He clearly saw that behind Zhiming and Chunjiao, a black shadow flashed.

"Hide!"

Tang Yue rushed towards the coach and pushed his body to the side.

At the same time, a black broken sword flew out of the elevator, grazing the top of Tang Yue's head and flying over, even cutting off a few handfuls of Tang Yue's hair.

At the same time, there were two more plopping sounds in the elevator.

Zhiming and Chunjiao fell straight forward, and when their backs were facing the sky, everyone who saw them gasped.

"Bastard!"

One's eyes widened in anger, and he could see that his pupils were bloodshot.

Those were just two corpses.

Moreover, Zhiming and Chunjiao's backs were broken with a big hole, and many of the viscera in it disappeared, looking like something in a European and American horror movie, it sent chills down the spine.

Mu Cai turned his head aside, unable to bear to look at it again.

Now there is still a person standing in the elevator, that is, carrying a sword with a long box, and he has some injuries on his body, but they are not fatal injuries, and the platelets have already coagulated, scabbed and stopped bleeding.

The sword came out of it, as if a killing god had come out of it.

"Bastard, it's just in time!" The coach gritted his teeth and lost two beloved subordinates, and his mood was sadder and more angry than anyone else.

At that time, the coach wanted to rush over and fight to the death with the sword.

As soon as he took a step, a hand reached out next to him and stopped the coach's chest.

"He'll give it to me."

Tang Yue's gaze was as calm as water, he was also at the soul level now, although he had just stepped on the soul level, but at least he could fight with the sword, and the coach's strength had been sharply reduced to the heaven level, wouldn't it be death if he went up?

The coach grabbed Tang Yue's arm and dissuaded: "No matter how strong your strength is, it can't be the opponent of Zhiming and Chunjiao, they are all planted, can you..."

As he was talking, Tang Yue suddenly turned his head, glared at him angrily, and interrupted him: "Do you want you, the leader of the eagle group, to send him to death, you are worth much more than me!" ”

Because he was too anxious, Tang Yue's tone was also very irritable, which directly startled the coach.

Until the voice of the sword sounded: "Have you discussed it, who is going to deal with me... Anyway, no matter who it is, the result is the same, that is, death. ”

"Uncle, if you want to die, you will die!"

Tang Yue clenched his fists, and as soon as he made a move, it was the most ferocious killing move, the Great Thunder Sound Fist that was redefined by the soul-level internal qi.

In a duel with a master like the sword, he couldn't use the method of protracted battle to fight against the sword, so he could only play the set of rushing to attack, and when the sword had not yet reacted to his soul-level strength, he was caught off guard in one fell swoop.

The sword smiled slightly, he didn't use the sword, and directly fought Tang Yue with his fist.

In the next second, the sword's expression changed.

The feeling that this punch brought to the sword was completely different, which also led him to quickly retract the punch he had just made, but despite this, the ferocious punch power that came from Tang Yue's fist still entered his body.

It's a weird punch.

It was so strange that he actually felt that the power of the fist was sentient, irritable, impulsive, restless, angry, all of which were filled with the power of the fist.

Immediately after, all the emotions were as if they were being led, and exploded in the fist of the sword.

The sound of the explosion was rolling thunder.

Sword's eyes widened in astonishment, and he grabbed his right fist, taking two steps back, and hunched over, as if to probe his own injuries.

"Die!"

Tang Yue's voice came again, and the second big thunder punch also hit.

It's a pity that this time the sword was obviously more prepared, flew up with a kick, and kicked directly at Tang Yue's shoulder.

Jian chose to avoid Tang Yue's fist, which made Tang Yue happy, which at least showed that Jian was afraid of the Great Thunder Sound Fist, but before he could laugh, his body flew backwards, fell to the ground and slid for a long time, and finally stopped by relying on the coach's support.

"You're no match for him."

The coach helped Tang Yue up, and said with an ugly face, "He is in the middle of the soul level, no wonder Zhiming and Chunjiao can't stop him when they join forces." ”

Tang Yue's heart also sank.

He originally thought that the sword was only a soul-level early stage master, but who knew that it was really a mid-stage, obediently, this time it was really a big shot.

"It's good to know." The sword smiled lightly, and at the same time looked at his right hand, although he was bleeding, he did not directly explode the flesh like the second, which was enough to prove that he was actually above the level of the second.

After looking at it for a while, Jian said, "It's really a good move, Tang Yue, you can always surprise me." ”

Tang Yue couldn't help but take a step back, a little farther away from the sword: "What you gave me was all fright!" ”

After speaking, Tang Yue turned his head and lowered the volume as much as possible: "Do you understand the distribution of acupuncture points in the human body?" ”

In this case, medical questions were also asked, and the coach was stunned for a moment, and nodded after a while: "I know, what's wrong?" ”

"This needle bag is for you."

Tang Yue couldn't help but untie the needle bag from his waist and stuffed it into the coach's hand, his expression was unprecedentedly serious, "You listen well, you will apply the needles in the order of the following acupoints, Dovetail, Juque, Shenque, Qihai, Guan Yuan..."

"What are you talking about?"

Jian frowned, although he couldn't hear what Tang Yue said clearly, he always felt that Tang Yue shouldn't be too laissez-faire.

This guy always brings him unexpected results.

As soon as the words fell, the sword rushed in front of Tang Yue, and with blood still hanging on his right hand, it turned into a sharp claw and headed towards Tang Yue's throat.

"Qu Bone, Eagle Window, Chapter Gate, Shang Qu..."

Tang Yue hurriedly fought with the sword and used a complete set of Da Lei Yin Fists, and at the same time, he did not forget to read the names of those awkward acupuncture points.

Mu Cai and No. 1 also quickly ran to the coach's side with many martial artists and protected him behind him, although they couldn't compete with the sword, but they could die for the coach, as long as they stood in front, they could give the coach a little more time to delay.

"What is Tang Yue talking about?" Mu Cai asked strangely.

"I'm also wondering, forget it, just do what he says!" After the coach finished speaking, he ripped off the clothes on his body, took a deep breath, and awkwardly pulled out the first silver needle

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