Volume 2: Xuanyuan Spring Hunt Chapter 100: Between Life and Death
"I remember, this is the black-clothed guard, who abolished the two Qilin guards when they met, slapped the true inheritance of the Qingfeng Ming Jade Sect, and the little prince of the Qilin didn't even dare to let go of Yan San!"
"He's so young, he's so daring, I'm afraid that if he offends Qilin County, he'll be in the future...... Tsk, young people nowadays are really lawless. 』
"Hehe, lawlessness...... What is that matter in Zhenwulou, in a hundred miles of grass and trees, Ling Tian and his party were played by this Yan San, and all of them knelt down and bowed to this Yan Sansan, which was called a sweep of face. 』
"And this?"
A friend of mine was in Ling Tian's team at the time, and he also kowtowed to this Yan San, and then left the team in shame...... Well, I'll admit, that friend of mine is actually myself...... I'm really convinced, this Yan San is really a bold and hairy person, even the sky dares to stab, and he kowtows a few times to admit it. Seeing that there are still a few people left around Ling Tian, I guess it can't be separated from this Yan San, thanks to me running early, otherwise I would have buried my corpse!"
"Can't you, right? One person has lost more than a hundred monks, and you are all muddy when you are a Tang Yuan cultivator? Why are you still coming to the Spring Hunting Secret Realm if you have this ability? Directly rob Qilin County......
"I'm guessing too, guess you know? It's really ...... to talk to you. Lowered my IQ!'
"Hehe, you have a high IQ! Do people with a high IQ love to kowtow?!"
"I'll go! You try it again! Lao Tzu won't kill you!"
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Yan San was naked, and the muscles and muscles all over his body were not as exaggerated and huge as Namu, but they were like the steel rammed that had been tempered for thousands of years, and the muscles and muscles flowed and twisted between movements, like a group of rebellious little beasts under the skin, and said loudly: "Come!"
Namu roared, and the two of them immediately rushed up violently. One is like a wild bull impact, the other is like a hungry tiger pounced, the two fit together like a beast, and in the loud noise, the two of them were separated by a touch, and a figure flew out, squatting on the edge of the stone platform, blood and water dripping, spilling the stone platform.
Blood flowed from Yan San's mouth and nose, his face was pale, his face was full of surprise, confusion and fear, Namu was unyielding, strode forward, and swept towards Yan San with one leg of wind and thunder.
Yan San didn't seem to have come back to his senses, he didn't move in a daze, and half a meter behind him was a white cloud, and there was no way out.
Blood and Fire Killing Eyebrows Flying Dancing said to Murong Qingyi: "See, this kid has started pretending again, every time he is like this, it is estimated that he was stimulated when he was a child, and he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't act like this......
Murong Qingyi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and just wanted to say that it didn't look like it was pretending, Namu's leg was already sweeping Yan San's head, Yan San's whole person smashed into the stone platform, the stones on the edge of the stone platform shattered and fell into the depths of the white clouds, and the blood spurting out of Yan San's mouth was like a flying fly, becoming the only bright color in this plain sky.
Blood Fire Kill was dumbfounded, and muttered, "How is it possible?...... He knew it well, Yan San had at least a third-order body cultivation, and the Namu on the opposite side was no more than a second-order peak, and the strength gap was there, and Yan San's hand-to-hand combat skills tailored for body cultivation had not yet been used...... If this is acting, then it is really acting with your life!
This kick was not fully hit, and when he was about to enter the body, Yan San's left hand was raised to cover it, and then he was kicked down by Lianren, which looked like an instinctive action. After suffering this leg, Yan San got better, a mouthful of blood stood out, his eyes immediately turned blood red after a moment of clarity, he barely rolled between the gravels, and avoided Namu's successive trampling, and a deep footprint appeared in the place where Yan San was originally staying on the stone platform, such as this foot, even the third-order body cultivation would have to be hit hard.
A kick missed, Namu turned over and swept an elbow towards Yan San who had just stood up, Yan San crossed his hands to block, and another blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person took off half a meter in the air, his face was pale with a hint of redness, and after he landed, Yan San shook his head hard, dissipating a wave of dizziness like a whirlwind.
The Tang monk was in an uproar, and someone had already loudly spit out the question in his chest: "This is the so-called black-clothed guard who holds the true legend of the clear wind and bright moon and makes the little prince of the Qilin kneel on the ground and knock nine times?
The monk of Dayuan was thunderous, and did not turn to hand-to-hand combat after Yan San's victory and felt that he should let go, life and death, blood and bravery, as long as he fought at the beginning, he no longer needed mercy and sympathy, he was like this for the enemy and for himself.
Namu paused, roared again, lunged two steps, jumped off the ground, and slammed his fists and clenches like a giant hammer. Yan San's movement of shaking his head paused abruptly and turned around......
"Damn! Just frontal! Running wool! This point of interest, even if you die, you will die vigorously, and you have lost the face of the Tang Dynasty in vain, what kind of heroic ...... are you?"
On the platform, a huge figure went straight up and down, flying into the sky, soaring more than five meters into the air, and smashed down the stone platform, only to hear a loud bang, the ground trembled, and the hearts of the monks on both sides of Tang and Yuan also trembled.
Yan San's hands were propped up on the ground with his elbows, as if kneeling and prostrating, and he slowly retracted his straight hind legs, but blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, and even the corners of his eyes began to ooze blood. Namu was kicked in the neck by this abrupt kick, and the top-down impact kicked Shangyan San from the bottom up, even the second-order physique of physical cultivation could not resist it, the cervical vertebrae were broken, coupled with the impact of falling from a height of five meters, Namu's head and body twisted into a strange posture, and he was killed instantly.
"Run, you know a hammer, this is called luring the enemy deeper! Read two more years...... It's terrible to be uneducated!' Yan San was a black-clothed guard who was killed by blood and fire, and naturally spoke for his own people, and blood and fire killed unceremoniously scolded the monk who was shouting.
Yan San's turn just now was not to run away, everyone could see that Namu had used all his strength, even if he retreated, it was too late, Yan San's turn was not to retreat, but to use a move similar to a rabbit kicking eagle, a kick passed through Namu and Hug's fists, and kicked Namu in the neck. Only the third-order monk saw the power of this leg and the subtle and accurate angle, more than two hundred catties of people, from a high place, threw down with all his strength, but was kicked by the same way more than five meters high, this kind of power and unbelievably accurate blow even if the third-order monk encountered it head-on, he would be seriously injured!
Yan San slowly retracted his legs, all seven orifices oozed blood, stood up and shook his head again, his eyes were blood-red, he staggered and suddenly turned to the direction of the Tang monk, and roared sharply: "Come on, come and kill me...... God is like a ghost, his eyes are like evil beasts, and he is like crazy.
The Tang monks were speechless and shocked, and after a while, someone reminded: "Yan San, you have made a mistake, Da Yuan is over there!"
However, the outrageous monk dodged his eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm just talking casually, what are you going to do, I'll look at the excitement, what should it be......
After Yan San finished shouting, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell straight down. The blood and fire kill suddenly changed color, and said: It's not a show! The body swept through the crowd like the wind, grabbed Yan San, who was already unconscious, in mid-air, and turned back to the Datang camp. This leap grabbed and folded, and everyone only saw a blood cloud whistling past in their eyes, which was unbelievably fast, showing the demeanor of a third-order monk.
Only Murong Qingyi was slightly speechless and came out of the same door, Murong Qingyi naturally knew that the Shicai Blood Fire Killing had 'burned blood', just to save this little black-clothed guard who didn't know life and death, it seemed that although these four senior brothers usually seemed to be at odds with Yan San, they still recognized him very much in their hearts.
Everyone was silent, the first battle was as tragic as this, Dayuan Namu died on the spot, Tang Yansan was injured to delirium, bleeding from seven orifices, and finally fell into a coma and did not know whether he was alive or dead. One dead and one seriously wounded, and one hundred and ninety-nine more to come...... But none of the monks here were resolute, and soon there was a lot of noise again, and some people jumped into the platform and shouted to fight.
The expression of blood and fire killing was shocked, he was the highest cultivator among the people in Xuanyuan, and he was a spiritual cultivator, and he knew a lot more about the injuries of physical cultivation, Lingyuan probed into Yan San's body but found that Yan San's body was almost intact, only slightly stagnant in the position of the head, it should be because of Namu's leg, but this kind of injury is not a big deal for physical cultivation, it stands to reason that Yan San should be alive and kicking at this time, but Yan San vomited blood and fell unconscious, and it didn't seem to be fake, which is difficult to understand.
Also seeing the way out was Murong Qingyi, his fingers touched Yan San's body and then retracted, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother?"
Blood Fire Kill gritted his teeth, took out a jade vial from his arms, poured out a white pill and stuffed it into Yan San's mouth, and said, "It's not pretending, it should be another reason, I don't know...... Yan San, you turtle son, Lao Tzu's True One Pill, deduct it from your Yulu!" No matter how many internal injuries and external injuries there are, below the third order, the True One Pill is an incomparable medicine, and blood and fire killing are also incomparable, and it is impossible to go to the doctor in a hurry, but fortunately, even if the True One Pill is taken by an uninjured monk, it will not be harmful, and the aura contained in it is also a great supplement.
Murong Qingyi pondered carefully and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what Yan San said on the field?"
Blood and Fire Kill handed Yan San over to Wu Kui to carry, and his eyes slowly released light, and said, "Someone among the Tang monks wants to kill him!"
Murong Qingyi nodded lightly and said, "The first thing he said was 'remember my face', and now I think it's not to make a name for myself, but to remind someone...... The second sentence "Come and kill me!" looks like he has a red eye, and he mistakenly takes Datang as a provocation of Dayuan, but it is actually ......
"Actually, someone had already attacked him at that time, but no one noticed it, and Yan San was seriously injured and provoked...... It's strange, even Senior Brother can't hurt people under my nose so silently, how did this person do it?"
Murong Qingyi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said, "Senior brother, do you remember that three monks died in the team last night? The person who injured Yan San must be the murderer of those three monks!"
Bloodfire Kill muttered, "Why did the murderer want to kill Yan San and those three monks alone?......? Anyway, if Yan San doesn't die this time, he will definitely bite to the end, this kid's temper I know, this time it's really fried. Everything will be understood when he wakes up......