Looking at Sikong's messy hair and emaciated appearance, Shangliang's pupils shrank, and he quickly compared it with his memory. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's you! The waiter! ”

When Scar heard this, he seemed to understand something, and looked at Sikong's gaze, but it was a little more cold.

Turning a blind eye to Scar's gaze, or rather, he had expected this scene.

At first, he really wanted to sincerely befriend Scar and others and become a poisonous wolf star.

However, in Sikong's eyes, Scar is old, depressed, indecisive, and standing on the cusp of the storm, and he still has the intention of retiring!

In that case, Sikong will help him decide!

Frame the blame and let him completely break with this connector!

No matter what the result is, Scar and the others provoke this basin of dirty water, and it is impossible to be alone anymore, so they can only go all the way to the end.

Looking at Shangliang's bleeding wound, no matter how he contracted and controlled his muscles, wisps of blood flowed from his shoulders, and the supply of white blood cells decreased slightly.

Sikong didn't say a word, his breath was like the sea, his eyes were calm, and he walked step by step towards the seriously injured Shangliang.

There is indeed no poison in the wine of blood.

After all, Shangliang is a second-class repairer, and his ability to control the breath of his body is far from being comparable to one-dimensional, and ordinary poisons can't hide his sense of smell at all.

Sikong is a man, not a god.

Although he has always been cunning and full of ghost ideas, his manpower is limited, and he can't transfer Gu poison that only a 'Gu poison master' can concoct, and even his knowledge of pharmacology, herbs and trees is extremely weak.

The wine is nothing more than the saliva of the frightening bird, which is slightly corrosive.

But this saliva is a cocktail: the main ingredient of 'Storm Girl'.

This wine does not anesthetize the nerves through alcohol, but by reducing blood oxygen and blood viscosity, reducing the energy supply of blood to the human body, so as to achieve the effect of fluttering and drunken.

Even, in a way, it is a natural anesthetic.

Therefore, when the blood wine was entered, Shangliang only felt that the blood wine this time had a unique taste and was particularly delicious, and even aroused his collecting habit.

The amount of saliva used by the frightening bird is not large, so the effect is not strong, and it can only slightly slow down the healing speed of Shangliang's wound.

But fight to the death, only fight for the first line!

This line will determine the life and death of Shangliang!

'Plop! ’

Suddenly, the sickness on Shangliang's face disappeared, and he fell to the ground weakly, begging Sikong for mercy one after another: "Spare me, spare me......"

Sikong was silent, and his breath was like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Seeing Sikong's attitude, Shangliang moved around and bowed to Scar one after another: "Knife, knife, I'm my father, but I watched you go all the way, back then, I saved you!" Help me, save me......"

Seeing this, Scar's fierce gaze moved slightly, as if he remembered the past.

Shangliang coughed violently a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with internal organs, looked at the scar miserably, and said in a low voice: "The knife ......"

Scar closed his eyes tiredly and said softly, "Sikong, spare him." ”

Sikong turned a deaf ear and walked straight to Shangliang.

"I said, don't kill him!"

Suddenly, Scar was like an enraged lion, angry and fiercely glaring at Sikong.

Sikong suddenly stopped, and stopped in front of Shangliang's successive prostrations.

"Okay."

Sikong turned around abruptly, his messy hair fluttered in the wind, and underneath, the eyes like blood plums were bewitching and profound.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you......"

When Shangliang heard this, he coughed twice, covered his wounds, and staggered to his feet like a lame old wolf, and slowly left with his head down.

And in his lowered eyes, malice and resentment were intertwined, almost oozing water!

Watching Shangliang walk away, Scar trembled and passed by Sikong.

"Let's go."

Scar stopped, leaning sideways.

Sikong and Scar walked silently, at this time, the twilight was far-reaching, and the sad wind was howling, tearing at the distant mountains hidden in the shadows.

The strange tree was swallowed up by the darkness, and a crow's chirping drifted through the sky.

Walking to a slightly more populated area, from time to time there are flying cars skimming the sky, leaving a roaring sound.

Sikong looked at the tall buildings not far away, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, I have something missing, I have to go back and look for it." ”

Scar's pace came to an abrupt halt, like a crack, like a broken string.

Scar's eyes were calm, like a deep pool: "That thing, do you really want to find it?" ”

Sikong nodded: "That's right, that thing is very important to me." ”

After a moment of silence, Scar waved his hand and continued without a word, staggering under the floating streetlamp.

Under the light, he seemed to have walked into the light.

Sikong was only one step away from the light, but he didn't hesitate and quickly turned back.

He, melted into the darkness.

'Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......'

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, the cold wind hit Sikong's face, blowing messy hair, and those bloody eyes were extraordinarily bright!

The bloody footsteps, from the ruins, deep and shallow, went away.

Sikong followed the trail, smelled the faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose, and walked into a barren forest.

In the low bushes, there were broken vines lying across the ground, and even the occasional corner of the vine could be seen in the viscera.

There is a heavy breathing sound coming into Sikong's ears, and the breathing sound is very rapid, like pulling the bellows, and he must do his best to inhale oxygen.

Sikong lowered his body, his steps were gentle, like a cheetah about to attack, and the muscles of his whole body collapsed.

The spiritual domain value restored to 6 points allowed Sikong to almost completely grasp his body, so meticulous that the frequency of breathing and the weight of his steps were well understood.

The owner of the breathing sound seemed to have noticed Sikong, and he was a little flustered, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he stopped panting.

'Now is the time! ’

Sikong stepped up, his fist like a cannonball, shaking the bushes along the road into sawdust and fluttering up.

However, like a black snake, a vine that had long been lurking in Sikong's footsteps suddenly attacked and went straight to Sikong's heart!

It seems that Shangliang had long expected that Sikong would go and return, so he deliberately lurked here to tempt Sikong to come!

A mocking smile appeared on Sikong's lips, ignoring the vine that was about to pierce his heart, but under Shangliang's shocked gaze, he slammed his head down!

Martial Will!

The domineering of the hundred blast fists

The pleasure of the dragon lifting longitudinal technique

The madness of the cloak

The determination of the two spears flying together

The gap between the cultivation classes made Sikong extremely solemn in his heart, and as soon as he made a move, it was the most important hole card.

The four martial arts wills came out together, and under the spiritual control of Sikong reaching 6 spiritual domain values, they turned into a spiritual storm and rushed into Shangliang's mind!

Moreover, for some reason, these four martial arts consciousnesses are actually a little more integrated at this time, and there is a tendency to blend with each other after thousands of tempers!

Shangliang's mind fell into turbulent waves, and the will of the four martial arts was like a flood of beasts, making waves in his mind.

'This is, Spiritual Jade Core?!' ’

Shangliang's spiritual domain value far surpassed Sikong, and he didn't completely lose his mind at this time, Shangliang bit the tip of his tongue and looked at the person in front of him who actually cultivated an extremely rare spiritual jade core, and he was furious.

I don't believe you're not afraid of death! ’

The conscience shouted angrily, and the vine pierced directly into Sikong's body, but at the moment when it was about to stab his heart, a sudden gravity made Sikong's body a little shorter out of thin air, and his internal organs were also squeezed together.

'Poof! ’

A muffled sound sounded, and on Sikong's chest, a wound appeared that was clear from front to back and had penetrated through, only a few millimeters from his heart.

And in his hands, he pinched a bloody feather as thin as a hair.

'Plop! ’

Behind him, a deadly head fell, rolling in the grass, staining the bushes red.

Between the skull and neck, the wound was smooth and flat, as if it had been swept by a blade......