Chapter 372 - Cui Qian

Chapter 372 - Cui Qian

Roar!

The tip of the long stick in his hand is pointed straight at him!

The terrible and violent roar of the dragon shook Kosanda's heart slightly: "Impossible!"

In the face of this type of tattoo technique, Rao is a violent Ke Shanda with a method of war, and it is the first time that he has a sense of fear!

Rumble!

The ink dragon shot out by [Qingtian] opened its teeth and claws, like an invincible proud dragon, shattering Ke Shanda's proud sword light, and slamming Ke Shanda's body into the air for several feet, and blood sprayed wildly.

Laugh at......

An imperceptible voice attracted Zuo Ranglan's attention.

It's just that after all, he has just cast a powerful tattoo technique, and he is still slow to react......

Burst.

The blade is in the body.

A voice from the dark side rang out, "I said, have you forgotten yourself?"

The world is too big to be all-encompassing. Just like not all people in the south have a wrinkled style of play, and there are violent people like Huang Qiuye, not everyone in the north is a man like Xin Fang and Ke Shanda.

Cui Qian is one of them.

Cui Qian is seventeen years old and is a woman who is not flattering and unremarkable. She didn't even have any background in the tribe or forces, but it was because when she was twelve years old, she only had one palace realm, but she infiltrated a medium-sized tribe by herself, killed an elder of the tribe, and shocked the entire tribe.

The patriarch of the tribe caught her, and without blame, he actually accepted her as a member of the tribe and poured all his resources into her. In the north, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and even at a great cost, she became one of the people who entered the outer gate of the Southern Cloud Mansion.

She's a killer.

Very sharp for the gas machine in battle.

Therefore, when Ke Shanda and Zuo Qianglan collided, she knew that the opportunity had come.

Even if Ke Shanda was hit to the point where life and death were unknown, she didn't make a move, but chose to shoot the means she was most proud of—the flying needle—when Zuo Wildlan's old power was exhausted and the new power was not born.

The pattern technique she created is based on hidden weapons [Fusion Shadow].

Under the injection of texture force, its hidden weapon and pattern technique are integrated, like a shadow, silent, difficult to detect. And when the hidden weapon successfully hits the enemy, the pattern skill contained in it will explode and hurt the enemy, and the tribal patriarch is shocked to be included in the clan because of Cui Qian's pattern skill.

And in order to enter the south this time, he spent countless silver taels to invite famous teachers to create a set of 300 first-order flying needles [drizzle needles].

Consumable tattooed soldiers have always been a rare choice for tattooers.

Generally speaking, tattooed soldiers such as swords, guns, swords, and sticks, after being purchased at a high price, can be warmed, cultivated, and familiarized, and then become a part of their own body.

But the latter is to be exhausted one day with the battle. After it is exhausted, it must be purchased again for two pieces of silver, and it can be said that those who are good at using hidden weapons are extremely rare in both the north and the south.

Even Zuo Ranglan didn't expect to encounter it.

The thin needle fell on his right waist, and the moment the tip of the needle entered his body, it seemed to have the purest grain force that exploded at close range, and he immediately suffered a lot of internal injuries, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Cui Qian's face did not relax, and her slender five fingers were holding three [drizzles].

Although each thin needle is more expensive than a thousand gold. But she knows the way to survive and has no relaxation at the moment. Even if she finishes the needle, she won't feel half distressed.

............

Zuo Langlan was indifferent on his face, and he looked at the sharp pain in his right waist as if he were nothing.

The long stick is still clenched in his hand.

The fluctuation of the wrinkle on the long stick also lifted his spirits.

It is also written by Xu Yan, and the [Concentration] with ambergris grass into the pattern makes him maintain a high degree of mental concentration, and it is more useful for physical amplification.

"What a tattooed soldier. Seeing this, Cui Qian's face became more and more solemn, and she couldn't help but praise her.

Zuo Langlan looked at the thin needle between her fingers lightly: "Each other." 」

Hidden weapon tattooers, it can be said that every time they shoot, they are not only attacking, but smashing people with silver two. People with a big background really can't afford to play. Faced with Zuo Wild's mockery, Cui Qian didn't care.

Laugh at......

This time, the sound of the needles became more and more faint.

Zuo Langlan danced the long stick in his hand and knocked the three thin needles away without a trace. He even secretly felt that if it weren't for the [Concentration] on the tattooed soldier that enhanced his perception, he wouldn't even be able to detect the flying of the thin needle!

"See how much you can block. Cui Qian was not discouraged, when she assassinated the tribal elder, she hid in the shadows of the tribal tent for half a day, without eating or drinking.

What she lacks most is patience.

Sneer......

For a while, needles rained down!

At the same time, nine thin needles are coming from nine different directions!

Even Zuo Qianglan, who is an enemy, can't help but admire and be frightened. This woman's strength is only higher than Ke Shanda, but she has been silent and nameless in the outer door. What a terrible opponent!

He couldn't catch the momentum of the thin needle, so he could only simply dance the long stick to the airtight.

It's just that he still underestimated the girl in front of him.

Cui Qian shot out two thin needles again.

Ding Ding ......

A clear, audible sound is emitted.

The two pins she shot were actually on top of the two thin pins she had already shot earlier, and the latter changed its direction first, causing it to pass through the stick defense of the left madness.

The position targeted, it was the eyes of the left madman!

............

Poof.

The shroud condensed by blood light enveloped Zuo Langlan in it. Obviously, the Iron and Blood Giant Tower has determined that Zuo Langlan has no possibility of responding. But this caused dissatisfaction from one person, and he looked up to the sky and complained, "What the hell, I obviously blocked it for him. 」

Long Huaiyue, who was controlling the iron-blooded giant tower, also had a slight twitch on his face.

This time it was indeed her mistake.

The thin needle came very fast just now, but with her realm, she naturally predicted that Zuo Qianglan would definitely be defeated. And the girl's offensive is extremely vicious, if she is a few points slower, it will ruin the end of her eyes.

It's just that she didn't expect that at the moment when her mind moved to launch the Iron Blood Giant Tower to protect Zuo Langlan, a green shadow blocked in front of Zuo Langlan at a faster speed, and the two thin needles just sank into the surface of his green shadow.

But thinking about his status, he has decided that he will not change. With a slight wave of her jade hand, Zuo Langlan was teleported out of the tower.

............

Cui Qian looked at the blue shadow with a solemn gaze.

It was a cyan timberwolf.

This is no stranger to her. She had seen it when she was in the Forbidden Forest. It's just that when she was facing a powerful giant spirit demon spider, she was very knowledgeable about survival, and she was very smart and chose not to do it, and she was also one of the students who escaped from the most advanced spider web array. Even so, she still saw the skill of the kaleidoscopic puppet timberwolf.

Sure enough, a figure came calmly, with a red wooden bird standing on its shoulder, staring at him with a dangerous and empty look.

Cui Qian only felt that she was being targeted by some terrifying existence, and her vest was covered in cold sweat.