"Boy, watch the back!"

The white-eyed old man, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, was full of joy when he saw Lu Qiansheng, but the lying in the mud trembled and stood up straight again. Feeling different, he hurriedly reminded Lu Qiandao.

"Oh no, this thief has become a state of evil slaughter because he has absorbed an excessive amount of lost souls, and this is tricky. ”

Wu Lao Crooked observed the battle situation like the white-eyed old man at first, and when the body that rolled down in the mud changed, he was shocked at first, and he couldn't help but gasp after seeing it clearly.

Seeing that the white-eyed old man looked at him with some puzzlement, he continued to explain: "The Evil Spirit Slayer is a killing machine that has completely evolved into a killing machine after this poisonous heart loss disorder due to the deep obsession influence. Those who have become in this state are no different from the walking dead, and there is no possibility of treatment. ”

Lu Qian heard the reminder, and as soon as he turned around, the mud was already rolling in the front. In an instinctive reaction, Lu Qian hurriedly leaned over, trying to avoid his arms. Na Cheng thought that the action of rolling in the mud was several times faster than before, and this pounce barely dodged, and immediately followed with a claw.

Seeing that the claws were swift and unavoidable, Lu Qian waved his left palm to make a breakthrough, but he was firmly buckled by the roll of his wrist in the mud, and suddenly felt like an iron and stone chain tied to his hand.

Faced with this situation, Lu Qian was not flustered, and the dragon pattern rolling rod in his right hand turned into a meteor, hitting the temple on the left forehead rolling in the mud.

Originally, he wanted to roll in the mud and see this move, so he must dodge. Just take this opportunity to draw out your left palm and hit it in a different way, and you can defeat the enemy with one move.

But the reality is very different, not only did he not avoid the mud that became an evil slaughtering spirit, but instead increased his strength and clasped his wrist, seeing that posture had to cut off his arm.

The powerful dragon pattern rolling rod hit the temple, like a mud cow entering the sea, without any impact at all, and was even shocked back.

"How's that okay?"

Lu Qian's mind was quickly thinking about how to get out, and the dragon pattern rolling rod in his hand was not idle, constantly hitting the upper body points rolling in the mud, but with little effect.

In the face of such an invulnerable body, Lu Qian saw it for the first time. The previously known golden bell jar or horizontal practice qigong also has a cover door, but the mud rolling in front of you is obviously not comparable to this kind of exercise.

Just as his thoughts were in turmoil, Ling Xuzi had already flown into the air, and the pine-patterned ancient sword sprinkled silver and landed between his neck rolling in the mud.

When the blade of the sword met the flesh, there was a sound of copper and iron clashing. Ling Xuzi saw the vision, and the true qi in his body was activated, and it was another sword. He didn't want to directly stab this sword into the mud and roll into his body, but used the power of sword qi to separate the two of them, so as to save Lu Qian's arm.

Sure enough, the body that was invulnerable to the hob in the mud took a few steps back after receiving the sword qi, and at the same time spread Lu Qian's wrist. But when I put it down, a bluish and purple scratch appeared on my wrist, and black blood continued to flow outward.

At this time, Lu Qian felt that his whole hand was unconscious, and in view of the experience of the rivers and lakes, he quickly sealed his acupoints to prevent the poisonous gas from spreading along the meridians. Then he immediately meditated and healed in order to fight again.

In order to buy time for Lu Qian, Ling Xuzi led the bloodthirsty mud to roll, and the two of them exchanged swords and claws, fighting on the wall for a long time. Ling Xuzi, who strives to fight quickly, uses the internal strength method of innate mixed vitality, divides yin and yang, and rolls in the mud.

Rolling in the mud without dodging, he only cared about fighting according to his frenzied will, and after being hit by Ling Xuzi's palm in the chest, a line of blood unconsciously flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Now that the predicament has taken a turn for the better, Ling Xuzi stepped up his offensive, and the sword palm moves secretly combined the methods of the two instruments, and he retreated again and again in the mud between the clouds and flowing water.

The roar rolled in the mud, the killing pleasure was not satisfied, and the eyes turned from black to red, like a pair of blood-colored lanterns, exuding a fierce light like a beast.

The offensive also changed from the previous claw attack, turned into a heavy fist, and smashed the masonry and earthwork that hindered his attack into powder one by one.

Ling Xuzi's sword style turned, and then the thirty-six Tiangang sword came out, mixing the vitality into the sword technique, and the power was doubled. A pine-patterned ancient sword turned into three virtual images, each of which contained supreme power, rolling straight into the mud.

Rolling in the mud when he was attacked by the sword elephant, he was instantly dizzy. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Xuzi took the edge of the sword again, and the cold light flashed several times, like a long rainbow through the sun, piercing the body of the thief in front of him.

With a heart-rending roar, the rampage rolled in the mud like a broken kite, his body was crooked, and he fell on his back on the cold ground, without breath.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable ......"

Ling Xuzi held the sword in his hand, and sighed in his heart, after all, it was a catastrophe. Although he didn't catch Fei Lian Tai Sui and secretly left a hidden danger, it was fortunate that he tried his best to keep everyone's lives safe, which was also a merit.

"How's it going?

Ling Xuozi helped him up before Lu Qian approached, and saw that his complexion had improved from the poisoning just now, and he must have recovered through future conditioning.

"Thank you seniors for your help!"

Lu Qian looked at Ling Xuzi, who was immortal and bone-led, and the gratitude in his heart was overflowing, so he had to give a deep salute to show his sincerity.

The two of them supported each other and came to the place where Wu Lao Crooked and the White Eyebrow Old Man were, Cui Shiyuan, who was lying on the ground, was still unconscious, and all the dart masters had also been needled by Wu Lao Crooked, preventing the spread of cold poison and saving his life for the time being.

Everyone knew that the street was not a place for conversation, so they each helped the injured and returned to the Jiang family's old shop.

As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper Jiang came out with two guys, along with Ji Lao, who had not recovered from his illness, and several dart masters who were responsible for taking care of him.

"Lu Shaoxia, have you ever captured a thief?"

The shopkeeper Jiang, who is accustomed to seeing the scenes of the rivers and lakes, in addition to feeling sorry for the furnishings, tables and chairs in the store, can be said to be accustomed to this kind of fighting.

Lu Qian was injured, but he just shook his head and didn't say anything. The rest of the people didn't speak, but Wu Lao was so anxious that he couldn't stop shouting.

"Shopkeeper, now is not the time to speak, hurry up and arrange a room to settle these young and old, I will treat them immediately!"

Seeing that this person was in a hurry, Shopkeeper Jiang didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly ordered his men to take the injured people into his guest room to rest together with those few dart masters. Then he called a few young and strong clever boys from the kitchen helpers to put the corpses in order and wait for the government to deal with them.

After this battle, Ji Zhutou, who had lost his previous vigor, came to Lu Qian with a sad face: "Shaoxia, I blamed me for not knowing Mount Tai before, and I hope you will forgive me for the offense." ”

Lu Qian has always been concerned about Cui Shiyuan's situation, and Ji Zhutou's words were not heard at first, until he said it respectfully again before responding: "Lord Zhutou doesn't need to be like this, how to deal with the rest of the things now is the key." ”

Lu Qian pointed to the corpses of the crowd hunters and the black-clothed man, sighed, and shook his head.