Chapter Seventy-Five: The Cylinder Mechanism
Zheng Haotian's eyes suddenly closed, and at the moment when Peng Jialong turned behind him with a quick body, he had already abandoned his vision and completely relied on the hearing of both ears.
In his ears, he heard the wind from nature, the sound of flowers and trees shaking, and the sound of the great threat from behind.
A strange image quickly appeared in his mind, as if he had witnessed Peng Jialong's every movement, and the clarity was incomparable.
The mace swung back slightly, and it came to the back of the shoulder just right.
"Ding......
As a crisp voice sounded, Peng Jialong's sword, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, stabbed Zheng Haotian's mace.
There was a hint of suspicion on his grim face.
Although this sword seems simple, it is the result of more than 20 years of hard work. In the past, when you used to fight with people, once you used this fierce kill, even if you couldn't cut the enemy under the sword, you could definitely have the upper hand, and take advantage of the victory to chase and gain an absolute advantage.
But this time he was no longer suitable for this young man, Zheng Haotian seemed to have fought with him thousands of times, and he saw through his intentions in an instant, and took action to resolve it.
Peng Jialong roared, and his figure became faster and faster.
The true qi of the whole body was like flying, flowing non-stop in the meridians. With the mobilization of a large amount of true qi, his movements continued to strengthen, and the soft sword in his hand became even more powerful, becoming elusive and unguardable.
However, the more Peng Jialong fought, the more frightened he became.
No matter how much he used his soft sword against the sky, he still couldn't threaten Zheng Haotian.
The other party seems to be very familiar with his martial arts, and he is always able to completely restrain his moves first. And what really made him feel helpless was that this young man was full of strange power, and the mace in his hand was thick and thick, even if he used his true qi on the soft sword, he still couldn't break the opponent's weapon.
The two fought for a while, Peng Jialong's figure rotated continuously, and suddenly came to Zheng Haotian's face, and the sunlight swaying through the gaps in the leaves illuminated Zheng Haotian's face. Peng Jialong's body trembled suddenly, he stared at Zheng Haotian deadly, his eyes flashing with incredible horror.
He finally saw clearly that this young man had his eyes closed when he fought him......
For a moment, there was a faint chill in his heart, and his fighting spirit was greatly reduced.
The mace in his hand waved gently, and the corners of Zheng Haotian's mouth drew a wonderful arc, expressing the joy in his heart vividly.
The battle with Peng Jiahu in the ring has made him initially feel the magic of using binaural hearing instead of eyes.
It's just that the fight at that time was not too enjoyable, and after Peng Jiahu played for a while, he immediately flew away when he saw that there was no hope of winning. Zheng Haotian has always been regretful, but he didn't expect that the battle with Peng Jialong at this moment made him completely happy.
Under the relentless attack of this beginner hunter, Zheng Haotian completely stimulated the potential of his ears, allowing his hearing and body to cooperate to an unprecedented height.
So far, Zheng Haotian has not used the true qi in his body, because the mace in his hand is thick enough, even if it is a soft sword infused with true qi, it cannot be cut off, so Peng Jialong still can't understand his bottom line. But even so, Zheng Haotian's performance was enough to make him tremble.
With a sudden turn of his eyes, Peng Jialong turned his head upside down, and he reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something.
The smile on Zheng Haotian's face immediately retracted, and through the ear to catch the sound, he clearly grasped the other party's every move. At the moment when Peng Jialong reached into his arms, Zheng Haotian's heart suddenly and inexplicably surged with a strong sense of unease.
He vaguely felt that what this person was about to take out would be a huge threat to him.
It was as if it had fallen from the sky, without any warning.
However, when this omen rose, Zheng Haotian had already taken a step. The magnitude of his leap far exceeded Peng Jialong's expectations, and he came to Peng Jialong almost instantly.
His eyes opened suddenly, and Zheng Haotian's eyes shot out a fierce light.
This was the result of him condensing his powerful True Qi in his eyes and bursting out at this moment.
Peng Jialong's body paused inexplicably, and at the moment when his eyes met, his momentum was snatched away, and he only felt weak and frightened, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground at any time.
Suddenly, Peng Jialong already understood that the young man in front of him was not a hunter, but a well-practiced and genuine hunter......
Zheng Haotian shot like lightning, and instantly grabbed the placket on Peng Jialong's chest and tore it fiercely.
The sound of the cloth shattering sounded, and with the scattered pieces of cloth, a cylinder suddenly flew into the air.
Zheng Haotian jumped up, although he still had a heavy mace in his hand, but he was as light as a swallow, jumped into the air lightly, and held the cylinder in his hand.
His movements were as natural as his peers, and there was no stagnation in the whole process, as if he had rehearsed countless times in advance.
All of this was done by him subconsciously. It wasn't until the moment he got the cylinder in his hand that the uneasiness in his heart was completely calmed down.
Peng Jialong's body trembled slightly, and he had already woken up from the strong shock just now.
He shouted and shouted, "Put it down." ”
Zheng Haotian flipped his wrist and said with a smile: "Why should I listen to you." ”
Peng Jialong took a deep breath and said sharply: "This is a gift from the family master Xue Guili to Peng, if you take it, it will definitely cause murder." ”
Zheng Haotian raised his eyebrows and said: "A sneer of disdain appeared on his face, and said: "This is a hidden weapon, you took out this thing to use this thing against me, since this is the case, let your master personally come to me to ask for it." ”
"You...... Look for death. Peng Jialong shouted violently, and the soft sword in his hand was entangled again.
This time, his sword light was menacing, and there was a strong and indescribable aura of slaughter in the boiling white light.
Zheng Haotian's eyebrows jumped slightly, he had such a feeling, this person was already crazy after the cylinder was taken away.
The mace turned slightly and hit Peng Jialong on the head, but he didn't dodge or dodge, he rushed forward like this, and at the same time the soft sword in his hand stabbed towards Zheng Haotian's throat like lightning. He actually planned to exchange his life for his life, and he lost both.
Zheng Haotian's heart was cold, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of desperate fighting method, and the calm in his heart had been broken in an instant.
"Kill ......"
Peng Jialong shouted loudly, there was an indescribable violent and fierce aura in his voice, his eyes were split, his eyes were red, and he glared at Zheng Haotian fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow him alive to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Zheng Haotian's legs quickly retreated, although he had fought a life-and-death battle with the White-Eyed Wolf King, but at this time, facing a human being, he couldn't stimulate the magical and powerful power in his body at all.
Slightly flustered, he wielded his mace in one hand, resisting as much as possible the soft sword that was pounding like mercury, while in the other hand he held the cylinder of unknown purpose, and for a moment he couldn't decide whether to throw it away.
Suddenly, his thumb seemed to touch a small bulge on the cylinder.
The diligent scholar has passed on the treasure book for several years, so that Zheng Haotian already has a considerable understanding of the mechanism technique. The cylinder turned lightly in his hand a few times, and he already roughly understood that this thing was a relatively wonderful instrument.
With his eyes condensed, Zheng Haotian turned his wrist slightly, aimed the head of the cylinder at Peng Jialong, and pressed it lightly on that little bulge.
The next moment, the cylinder in his hand shook suddenly. The magnitude is unimaginable.
Then, hundreds of silver rays of light flew out from the dense hole side of the cylinder.
Peng Jialong's eyes were full of horror, although his wrist waved rapidly, the white light in front of him seemed to be impassable. But all these efforts were useless in the face of this countless silver light.
The silver light drew a series of bright light marks in the void, forming a gorgeous pattern. They pierced through the sword net, penetrated Peng Jialong's body protection true qi, and even penetrated his body, shooting into the distance.
Peng Jialong's mouth suddenly let out a terrible, desperate scream.
The sound was earth-shattering and resounded through the jungle......
His body leaped into the air, blood splattered from his body, and then he fell to the ground, never moving again after a few convulsions.
Zheng Haotian looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, the blood that splashed out fell on Peng Jialong's clothes and fell on the ground, like beautiful and moving flowers, full of a strange magic.
However, the only feeling that Zheng Haotian felt when he saw this kind of scene for the first time was nausea, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and even his body was trembling slightly.
A strong feeling of vomiting surged from his abdomen, and if it weren't for the real qi in his body, he might not be able to suppress it.
At this point, Zheng Haotian finally determined one thing.
The corpse of a beast and the corpse of a human are two very different things.
He can hunt in the mountains and hunt large beasts to his heart's content. Even if he dismantled those beasts to pieces, he was indifferent, but when he was faced with a human corpse, he was still flustered and unable to control himself.
His ears trembled slightly, and Zheng Haotian's heart suddenly froze.
He heard two slight footsteps not far away.
It was the sound of two people walking slowly through the jungle, and they were slowly approaching in this direction. What made Zheng Haotian even more uneasy was that these two footsteps were definitely not Yu Weihua and Lin Ting's.
The green tendons on his face flicked violently a few times, and Zheng Haotian's face became terrifying and terrifying at this moment.
He turned and lunged in the direction from which the voice had come......
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