"Although I don't have the commotion of slaughtering the city for hundreds of miles, 'killing all the poor and rotten Confucians in the world', I have not killed the scribes in my life, and I turned around with a claw, but who knew that it was in vain. Both of them sat cross-legged and turned their hearts to the sky, a poor scribe wearing a scribe's scarf against their backs, and the white mist above their heads was thick, and it was at the critical juncture of healing. ”

Mu Canghai has met countless masters, but the speed of the poor sour scribe's movements is really only seen in his life, even when Mu Canghai is in his heyday, he also understands that he has no chance of winning, and he is afraid for a while:

"If you don't kill him at this time, one day you will bump into this rotten Confucian and sour, wouldn't it be the end of Lao Tzu?!"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to the ground, probed his claws in the air, and went straight towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the poor scribe!

The most taboo thing to be disturbed by luck and healing, at least it is to go crazy, and at worst it is to suffer both deaths, Ding Bao heard him say, and couldn't help but feel angry: This guy is really hopelessly bad! The scribe didn't know him, and he also wanted to take people's lives? There is also the pavilion master of the City God Pavilion, known as the City God's Lord Baili Slaughter City, who swore to kill all the poor and rotten Confucians...... These scoundrels are really lawless!

But in the middle of the hall, Mu Canghai continued:

“…… At that time, my 'Shura White Bone Claw' had already been completed, and even your master's old ghost was afraid of three points, otherwise there would be no need to make this covenant with the Cloud View. I didn't even see what the poor scribe had done, and he sat still. At this time, Lao Tzu's mind was only blank in fright, and the thirty-six white bone claws came out, and the moves were continuous, and the old poor acid was used as a sandbag target. Don't dare to let go. ”

"The more you fight. But the more frightened I became. The poor sour scribe held a pair of fleshy palms against the two of them, healed his wounds, and sat cross-legged with his legs, so who is it that is attacking and defending with me, and has dealings with me? ”

"Later, I simply didn't even dare to think about it, intending to distract the poor scribe, and the white bone claw beckoned to the two young men. But it still couldn't hurt them a single hair. ”

"That scene at the time, it's really funny now. Four of them sat on the floor, not moving, three of them were concentrating on healing, but I was the only one and the other...... No, maybe dozens, or even hundreds, of unsightly ghost hands were fighting endlessly, exhausted...... And the cold yin body of "Shura Gong" was gradually suppressed by the tenacity of a hidden knife. ”

"Hehe, I never imagined that when I was fighting, the internal force of the poor scribe had unconsciously penetrated into my limbs. On the one hand, he restrained Shura's Yin Gong, and on the other hand, he ...... Heal me. ”

In the main hall. "Yin and Yang Law King" Tan Yin Yang didn't feel it: "What?!" ”

"It was a shame I've never had in my life."

Mu Canghai sneered, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his orange and red eyes: "Even if you ask me now, as long as there is a little chance, I will not hesitate to choose 'live'." However, being saved by the enemy in this way, I can't help but feel a kind of humiliation at the moment, 'I wish I could die'. However, I didn't have any other choice at the time. Because I can't even figure out how the enemy is fighting me, in this battle, I don't have the right to call a halt at will, I can only continue to fight the boring fight that I was initially led by myself, like a ridiculous and ridiculous puppet ......"

……

Soon, the fatal flaw of "Shura Gong" is about to deprive Mu Canghai of his ability to act, and he can no longer maintain a balance between offense and defense with the invisible ghost hand.

Mu Canghai suddenly convulsed, and his whole body shrank into a ball like a dried bat, falling to the ground and shaking. The peculiar appearance of the green skin thorn quickly faded, and his body appeared pale and thin, as if he had suddenly lost weight.

As stated by the elders of the family of the king of Shantai, "Shura Gong" is an evil art of eating and eating grain.

Its astonishing explosive power and restoring power are the essence of the condensation body in one time and one place, bursting suddenly, neither long nor long.

After use, a large amount of food, usually fresh animal flesh and blood, must be supplemented with a special turtle breath to restore the life essence that has been condensed and appropriated.

Those who have always practiced Shura Gong have all been cruel and bloodthirsty, not only because of the change of mind, but also because of the need for practice, which is difficult to give up.

In order to quickly repair the body injured by the cliff, Mu Canghai did not hesitate to use his body, the essence of the whole body was exhausted, and his life passed quickly, so he had to supplement a lot of nutrients. His whole body shrunk into a shriveled ball, his skin was scorched and dull, his skin was wrinkled and withered, and he hissed and moaned: "Blood...... Give me...... Give me flesh and blood......"

The poor scribe sighed lightly and said, "Why is it so hard to practice this kind of kung fu? ”

Mu Canghai curled up, in great pain, only a trace of clarity remained, and suddenly felt that his body was fluttering, and the surrounding scenery had changed instantly, and the large barren forest and rocks at the bottom of the cliff were gone, replaced by the damp and cold that pierced into the bone marrow.

The top of the head is as dark as night, and there seem to be countless stone stalactites hanging down, row after row, which is a wonder.

Beneath him is a pool of turquoise water, with tiny bright blue-green algae rippling in the water, lined with sparkling waves, as if the sky and the earth are turned upside down, but the light source is leaking from the bottom.

The poor scribe was a living person, not a ghost, since he performed a supreme light skill, and brought the three of them here in the blink of an eye.

He first immersed the two young men in the pool, exposing only their mouths and noses to breathe, and then turned around and lifted Mu Canghai's back collar and sank them into the water.

The pool of water was unexpectedly viscous, and it chirped at the slightest stirring. Mu Canghai went straight to the top, grunted and swallowed a lot of greasy light algae pulp, was about to struggle, suddenly felt that the entrance of the algae grains was like a meat horn, crispy on the outside and tough on the inside, and a bite burst out of a thick juice like a slurry, chewing with a bloody gas, swallowing after the abdomen was full, like eating raw meat and living blood, the body lì was faintly restored.

"That's really...... God help me! ”

Mu Canghai is desperate to survive, swallowing algae pulp in a big gulp, while diving internal force, moving muscles and bones, only to realize that this peculiar green algae can not only provide a large amount of nourishment, the effect of restoring the body is more than raw flesh and blood, and it also has a miraculous effect on injuries.

He soaked for a moment, swallowed a belly full of algae, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I regained consciousness, I felt that most of my leg bones had healed, and I was quietly kicking in the pool, as if it was no longer in trouble.

When I looked closely, the poor scribe was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the pond, pressing the heads of the green-robed scholar and the knife-wielding boy with both hands, and the three of them couldn't help but burst out of the white mist like a cloud, obviously still healing.

Mu Canghai was shocked in his heart: "I don't know how long I have been sleeping, even the wounds on my body will heal, and it will not be a moment and a half." If this poor sour bastard works all the way to heal the two of them, and never stops, this ...... What a terrible cultivation this is?! ”

This is the only master he has seen in his life, he is thinking of a way to get out, suddenly heard a loud laugh, the laughter is full of majesty, obviously the tone is gentle, still makes the whole grotto faintly vibrate, the green algae pond ripples, ripples: "Brother Tai, don't come to harm, today's game, should be regarded as my victory?" ”

Hearing his voice and not seeing his person, Mu Canghai secretly complained in his heart: "This person's cultivation is by no means below the poor scribe. Lao Tzu has really poured the blood lintel for eight lifetimes, where is there so many top masters? ”

The poor scribe sighed and said lightly: "The general and Brother Ling are guarding the border passes, and they are in danger of the world, but it is my sin to leave their posts without permission for the old man. ”

The majestic voice was silent for a moment, and said: "If there is a brother, you are not afraid of foreign races taking advantage of the situation, and the brother should not worry." ”

In the main hall, Tan Yinyang was suddenly stunned: "Wait, ten years ago, you guarded the border with your brother?" The man...... Could it be that he is the first master of the 'Glacier Red Devil' Tang family, and Tang Jingtian, the second brother of the contemporary head of the family, Tang Aofeng? ”

Mu Canghai sneered: "Didn't your master even sue you for this?" The person on that day, like a fake, was Tang Jingtian, who was known as the "Blood Robe Sword Emperor"! I don't know if it's the number one master of the Tang family, but this person was indeed the eleventh place in the celebrity spectrum of the Fu Immortal Jianghu back then! ”

The top ten masters of the celebrity genealogy of the rivers and lakes are all the top grandmaster-level figures who have not fallen for decades! And this Tang Jingtian can be ranked eleven, which is definitely not something that can be described by the simple word "master"!

In fact, in the minds of the current sword-wielding people, he is a well-deserved grandmaster-level being.

In a sense, Tan Yinyang also uses a sword, so Rao is conceited of his martial arts, and he doesn't think that he can get the skills of this great master with a sword, so he shook his head and said: "The old prison master's luck that day can be said to be so bad that he actually bumped into a bad star like the "Blood Robe Sword Emperor" Tang Jingtian. ”

He didn't mean to be sarcastic, he really lamented Mu Canghai's bad luck, and he met the "Blood-robed Sword Emperor" who was jealous and hateful and decisive.

Who knew that Mu Canghai just sneered, and only said after a while: "What kind of bad luck is this?" The bad luck of really killing a thousand knives is not just meeting Tang Jingtian?! I sank in the algae pond and pretended to be unconscious, thinking about how to get out of it. This dead poor acid is not only with the blood-robed Sword Emperor, in addition to his deep internal strength, his ability is definitely not bad, and the most unfortunate is also the monster in the top twenty of the Fu Immortal Celebrity Spectrum, and he must not fight hard! It just so happens that he loves to save people, desperately cultivates for nothing, and pours internal strength to save people, and when he runs out of oil and the lamp is dry, it is when Lao Tzu breaks through. ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the dead poor to lean his body, withdraw his palm, and his head fell softly from the shadow, revealing a scorched and haggard old face, which was not very special, but his spirit was abrupt, and his eye sockets were dark and deep, as if he had been addicted to some evil poison, which was not commensurate with his sanctimonious tone. Even compared to me, he is more like a demon who cultivates evil skills and devours flesh and blood! And looking at his puffy eyelids and blank eyes, he still seems to be blind! ”

"When I saw it, my heart was broken. No matter how high the martial arts are, the internal strength is exhausted, but the old man is shriveled up, and he is blind, and he can't be caught? And the 'Blood Robe Sword Emperor' Tang Jingtian seemed to have asked him, and ordered a gamble or something with him, throwing a mouse taboo, and he didn't dare to act rashly. (To be continued!)

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