But two short arrows shot out of the cabinet, and they pierced his waist and back with two thuds. After the trapping technique is activated, the short crossbow machine will also follow, and the hidden arrow will hurt people.

This whole set of trap techniques, when He Lingchuan was doing the task of hunting demons on the Chipa Plateau, he had already practiced perfectly, and he could make it according to local conditions.

Outside the window, a black shadow rolled in, it was Fushan Yue.

He glanced left and right, and stepped forward to set up his companion.

Just as he was about to jump out of the window, he suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, and the action of jumping out suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, an inconspicuous knife light brushed silently against the window, making his scalp tingle.

If he hadn't stopped, he would have been slashed by this sword.

A third person slouched in the window, as smooth as a leaf blown by the wind, and even stagnated slightly in mid-air.

Fushan is more and more like a great enemy, and as soon as he pushes away his companions, he sees the light of the snow bright sword coming, like the Milky Way falling down.

The Floating Knife finally revealed its true face.

This knife is fierce and has a long undercurrent, and Fu Shanyue didn't dare to make a hard connection, and moved several times in the dark room to avoid its edge.

A shadow of swords and swords set off in the dark room.

The two sides moved extremely fast, and Fu Shanyue's men could barely see clearly.

The two finally got their hands on each other.

"It's all here, why don't you sit down for a while?" He Lingchuan said while fighting, "It seems that I am not very hospitable."

If Fushan fights back, he will be sure to hit the snake with the stick, and the "wave slash" has always had great stamina. But this guy seems to know very well, but he can't retreat.

When He Lingchuan realized the knife in the camp of the Northern Xia Front, he could already cut seven raindrops in a row. After the emperor slurry helped open up the second dantian, its speed and strength were not comparable to before.

But Fushan Yue is like a loach, always avoiding it when there is no room for it.

Such a flexible opponent is only comparable to those specific Jindu ghost cubs in the Panlong Dream Realm.

But the house is such a small place, and if you blindly give in, you will definitely lose.

Fushan Yue knocked back and chuckled, "Okay, it's up to the host." As soon as you raise your hand, there are two hidden arrows.

This thing doesn't need to lift an elbow, just a flip of the wrist, and the sleeve arrow will go straight to He Lingchuan's eyes. The arrows also have a slight blue tinge, which is obviously not a good thing.

The distance between the two sides is always less than three feet, and his sleeve arrow is also skillfully crafted, with a powerful machine and a short and narrow arrow body, which is suitable for short-distance secret calculations and injuries.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to swing his knife to block it, so he had to turn his head sideways to avoid it.

When he was pestering the Kindu ghost in the Flesh and Blood Fortress, he was also sprayed with poisonous saliva at close range, directly splashing one eye.

Since then, he has been secretly wary of hand-to-hand combat.

After all, it's good to wake up after losing in a dream, but in reality, if you are blinded and pierced through your skull, there is no chance to do it again.

He attacked, and Fu Shanyue had an opportunity to snap his fingers quickly.

With a snap, the oil lamp on the cabinet behind him lit up.

The oil lamp was originally placed on the table, and when He Lingchuan set the trap, he easily moved it to the chest of drawers, which was just at eye level with him.

The light of the oil lamp is not dazzling, and it does not attract the attention of the street servants.

However, light and shadow are accompanied, and where there is light, there is shadow.

He Lingchuan was facing the oil lamp, and his shadow naturally fell on the wall behind him.

He dodged the hidden arrow and slashed again, but his arm was halfway up and suddenly jammed.

It was as if someone was holding his arm and dragging him backwards.

Diagonally behind the room, Fuyama's injured companion shouted, "Hurry!"

He had already moved to the wall, holding He Lingchuan's shadow with both hands, and pulled it back.

If you look closely, you will find that his two forearms are like thin vines entangled, and each vine emits a faint black light, piercing He Lingchuan's shadow.

This kind of supernatural ability is called shadow binding, and by controlling the human figure, it restricts the movement of the deity.

Fu Shanyue would be polite, and he raised the water stabbing and poked He Lingchuan in the eyes, planning to give him a way to move forward and come out.

The spike almost blinked an eye and was pressed against the cornea

, even He Lingchuan felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

It was his psychic sense that was frantically warning him.

Fuyama also raised the speed to the limit. The night is long and there are many dreams, and he has to win as soon as possible.

He Lingchuan didn't blink.

The speed of his arms was limited, but his fingertips were blocked by the shadow of his body, and he was still flexible, and then he raised it up: "Now."

With a bang, Fushanyue's water splitting spur hit the real thing.

A round shield that appears out of thin air.

The tip of the thorn was crooked, and Fu Shanyue himself snorted, obviously suffering from the force of the shock. But the round shield was also swung away, and he still rushed towards He Lingchuan.

At this time, he simply resorted to his old job, and suddenly opened his mouth to gnaw at the opponent's neck, and the neat white teeth instantly turned into sharp teeth.

The python demon that is several feet long is not enough for him to suck, how can a mere human be full?

He Lingchuan's body was limited, but his mouth was very free, and he blew a breath when he lifted Zhenli, and with a snort, the wave of qi instantly rolled onto the chest of drawers.

The oil lamp went out.

Without light, there is no shadow.

It wasn't a great solution, but he figured out how to crack it in the blink of an eye, and the reaction was superb.

He Lingchuan's hands were free, and he didn't have time to counter at this time, so he directly punched out an uppercut and hit Fu Shanyue in the chest and abdomen.

Although it was rushed, the Zeni was surging, and the supply was not bad at all.

The black thorn ring he pointed to was a rebel, not only to strengthen his master's strength, but also to apply rotten poison to his opponent's wounds, which was a good thing for plotters.

With a muffled bang, Fushan flew backwards through the wall.

Behind it is the courtyard of the guest room.

He Lingchuan hurried out two steps, and his neck was cold.

He reached out and touched it, and it was bloody and black.

The neck was not bitten by Fushanyue's fangs, but it was scratched by its sharp claws, and it almost cut the carotid artery just a little.

After all, it's a little bit worse.

The tip of his claw concealed corpse poison, He Lingchuan hurriedly swallowed a pill, and then used his true power to force out the residual blood in the wound.

When he touched it again, the blood that flowed out turned bright red, and he was relieved.

Fortunately, it was dealt with in a timely manner.

These movements delayed him for six or seven seconds, and he always stared ahead.

Then, He Lingchuan walked out through the hole in the wall.

Fu Shanyue broke the small tree in the courtyard and shook his head before he got up, the brick wall of the guest room he had just broken was of good quality.

Seeing He Lingchuan come out with a knife, Fu Shanyue waved his hand at him again and again: "Stop, don't fight!"

Seeing He Lingchuan's blade move, he hurriedly said, "I'm serious. Just try your look, and it doesn't hurt. I don't have any killing intent, you should feel it."

The other party hadn't made a move before, so he let him eat four times: once by the Three Heart Lake, once in Fufeng City, and twice in the Wind Demon Rock.

The more Fu Shan thought about it, the more angry he became, this time he had to see a real chapter, otherwise his mind would be uneasy.

He Lingchuan didn't seem surprised: "How did you try?"

He ran away halfway through his speech in the Wind Demon Mountain, expecting that this guy would definitely follow behind.

Fushan is an opportunist, and if he has dates or not, he will try it first.

As expected.

But this guy's body is really strong enough, and it's okay to punch him.

"Not weak, qualified to take the spirit seed."

He Lingchuan said lightly, "What spirit seed?"

"It's nothing, I'm speechless, and I don't know what a spirit seed is." Fu Shanyue laughed, "It's hard for the two of us to clean up each other, and we don't have mortal enemies, so why don't we make peace?"

He Lingchuan pointed back to the big hole in the wall of the guest room: "Be sincere in making peace."

He knew very well that Fu Shanyue was also here tonight to find a field, in order to repay the losses he had suffered a few times before. Now I want to make peace, but I just feel that He Lingchuan's idea is really prickly, and the cost of killing is too great.

If he thinks that He Lingchuan is weak and can be handled, it will definitely not be like this.

To make friends or to kill, in the end, it only depends on strength.

Fu Shan waved his hand and threw over a big silver ingot: "I smashed it out, I will repair it."

Sure enough, footsteps sounded outside, and soon someone knocked on the door: "Guest, what's going on inside?"

In the dead of night, the wall panels were smashed through with a bang, and no store could pretend that the dead could not hear it.

He Lingshan took the big silver ingot thrown by Fu Shanyue, pinched off a small half of it at random and threw it out of the wall: "It's a small thing, I smashed a flower pot, you guys will clean it up tomorrow."

Smashing flower pots and smashing walls are two movements, and the shopkeeper outside the door also knows that he is lying to the ghost, but the quality of the silver thrown out is real, and it is more than enough to rebuild the wall.

The surplus is his bounty.

So the shopkeeper said, "Then you should rest early," and ran away.

After a while, the shocked Shi Er also came to ask for warmth. If it is said that when he set off from Fuguo with He Lingchuan in the spirit of mutual benefit, now he has regarded He Gongzi as a big fuwa, and he doesn't want him to have an accident.

He Lingchuan still sent him away without a word, but this time he didn't use the silver.

Fu Shanyue walked through the big hole in the wall, and Shi Shiran walked indoors.

When he passed by He Lingchuan's side, both of them mentioned Zhenli and were on guard, but the smile on their faces was more gentle than a spring breeze.

Fu Shan walked to the corner of the house, helped his men to sit up, and said to He Lingchuan, "How did you know that I would come?"

The arrangements in the house were all given to him.

He Lingchuan said lightly: "You don't know how to accept it when you see it."

These words really hit the key point of his character, and Fushan choked for a moment: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. To re-introduce, my name is Fu Shanyue, a native of Chiyan."

"He Xiao, from Fu Country."

Fu Shanyue was a little surprised: "The smallest country, there is such a character as you?"

He touched his nose, "I heard that you have been walking with the Treasure Tree King's escort for the past few days, and you have been getting along very well. Those fools, haha, didn't even know that you helped the Wind Demon get out of trouble, killed the captain, drove them to run for their lives like wild dogs, and killed thousands of people."

The convoy consisted of only 300 men, and most of the dead that day were merchants and travelers.

If the Wind Demon is suppressed by the root ball, there will definitely not be corpses all over the field.

Want to plant cause and effect on him? He Lingchuan didn't blink: "I don't know what you're talking about, the wind demon wasn't released by you?"

Fushiyama shrugged. The kid in front of him is also quite ruthless, and he has no psychological burden.

He Lingchuan found a chair and sat down opposite him: "You guys climbed through the window late at night, shouldn't you have come to me to talk about family life?"