Chi!
Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a sharp weapon had pierced his chest!
He had already completed his foundation, his body was strong, and his skin was as tough as an old cow's hide. But at this moment, his body was easily pierced through like tofu, and his heart was pierced by a sword.
He stared at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man in front of him was holding the bottle of Body Tempering Liquid with both hands, and there was nothing in his hands?
What's going on? What's going on!
Fresh blood flowed out of his chest and was absorbed by the invisible sword, dyeing half of the sword tip red: "What is this thing?"
The long-armed man angrily raised his long arm, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. Even if he died, he would drag Song Shuhang down with him to the Yellow Springs.
However, he only raised his arm halfway before it fell down powerlessly. He felt weak all over, his qi, blood, and strength were all sucked away by this invisible sword.
At the same time, in his mind, thousands of bald monks kept chanting scriptures: "The sea of bitterness is without dust, repent and be saved; lay down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha!"
So annoying!
Song Shuhang took a deep breath, forcefully pulled out the black flying sword, and answered: "Flying sword."
It was Great Master Tong Xuan's flying sword, luckily he hadn't sent it back.
This flying sword could only be seen by Medicine Master Tong Xuan and himself, who had gotten Great Master Tong Xuan's permission. In the eyes of others, this flying sword was invisible and undetectable.
Of course, if the opponent's strength was much higher than Great Master Tong Xuan, then it would be a different story.
From the moment they met, Song Shuhang had been carrying this flying sword in his hand. He originally wanted to wait for the long-armed man to come closer and find a chance to stab him.
However, Song Shuhang didn't expect that the opponent would actually bump into him in such a bold manner. The only thing Song Shuhang needed to do was to slightly adjust the position of the sword tip and aim it at the long-armed man's heart.
Then, with a ripping sound, the opponent's heart was pierced.
It was so simple, really as easy as lifting a finger.
He even saved the stink pill!
Flying sword?
The long-armed man opened his mouth, and with great difficulty, he uttered two words: "Possession?"
He had the complete life of a mortal, and his cultivation was also at the level of a mortal. However, there was the Body Tempering Liquid, the flying sword, and the identity of a 'senior' that even the Altar Master was apprehensive of. Only the terrifying cultivators of the legends would use the Possession Technique when their lifespan was about to end, right? But wasn't that kind of possession only a legend?
Song Shuhang ignored what the long-armed man was saying. He raised the black flying sword, and a faint smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Even though he had already made up his mind, the smell of blood still made Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable. After all, he was not a devil who killed people like flies! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary university student.
Taking a deep breath, the true self of the True Self Meditation Scripture appeared in his mind. He suppressed his body and calmed himself down.
"Any last words?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I …" The long-armed man opened his mouth.
With that said, Shuhang raised his flying sword again and beheaded him.
The long-armed man died with his eyes wide open. His head was separated from his body, and his remains fell to the ground. Moreover, there was no trace of blood flowing out of the wound.
Great Master Tong Xuan's flying sword was not an ordinary sword. Its basic property was that it could kill without spilling blood.
"Hmm, I just said it casually. Actually, I don't want to hear your last words."
Song Shuhang's hand holding the sword slightly trembled. His hand was a bit soft, but he gradually calmed down.
This was the first time he killed a living thing. Before this, he had never even killed a chicken: "This is my understanding."
He must have this understanding.
The long-armed man was the first person to die in his hands, but he would not be the last.
If it was possible, he really wanted to capture this long-armed man alive and find out where the Altar Leader was hiding from him. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough. His opponent was a cultivator who had opened the Eye and Nose acupoints. He did not have the confidence to subdue such an opponent.
At this time, killing the long-armed man was the best choice.
In his mind, the True Self Meditation Scripture was still running, allowing him to remain calm in front of the headless corpse.
Holding the black flying sword in one hand, Song Shuhang carefully walked forward and searched the long-armed man's body.
He didn't have much on him.
A bottle of pungent liquid, which should be the Corpse Decomposing Liquid.
Three sharp blades without handles.
There was also a beast head plate with three claw marks, which should represent the long-armed man's identity or organization, right? Maybe this is a useful clue.
Finally, there were thousands of dollars in cash and Zhao Yaya's cellphone.
As a cultivator who had opened the Eye and Nose acupoints, this guy was really poor.
Song Shuhang opened the bottle of liquid and poured some on the long-armed man's body.
A pungent smell came out. The long-armed man's bones and some of his clothes seemed to have evaporated, completely disappearing from the world.
"Is this a treasure?" Song Shuhang put away the Corpse Decomposing Liquid.
The corrosive effect was amazing. Even a Rank 1 cultivator's body would quickly melt. Although it was a corpse and couldn't use the body's blood to resist.
But as long as it was used well, it could be a deadly weapon, right?
Finally, Song Shuhang poured some Corpse Decomposing Liquid on the man's remaining clothes. Erasing the long-armed man's last trace in the world.
After confirming that there were no other traces left, Song Shuhang carried Zhao Yaya on his back and rushed to Medicine Master's place.
Zhao Yaya was still unconscious. He was a little worried that the long-armed man might have used poison or something. It was better to bring her to Medicine Master to check.
… …
… …
About 3-4 minutes later.
Zhao Yaya felt pain in the back of her neck. She felt like she had a stiff neck.
Moreover, the bed was constantly shaking. She moaned a few times in dissatisfaction, expressing her resistance.
However, the shaking of the bed became even more intense!
Bastard, can't you let me sleep well?
Zhao Yaya angrily opened her eyes. Then, she was surprised to find that she wasn't sleeping on the bed. Instead, she was being carried on someone's back.
Oh my god, what's going on?
She was startled. Her drowsiness was sent a thousand miles away.
Could it be that someone had kidnapped her?
Fortunately, she quickly found that the man carrying her was a familiar person. Song Shuhang was too familiar with her. If he was a little more awake, he would know who the other party was.
"Shuhang, where is this place?" She gently patted Song Shuhang's shoulder and asked softly.
"Eh? Sister, you're awake? "Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground." Do you feel okay? Is there any part of your body that feels uncomfortable? "
Zhao Yaya frowned. "My body is very good. I just feel a little pain in the back of my neck. Also, why am I here?"
"Sister, you still ask me why am I here? Didn't you call me to come here? Then, I rushed to the scene and found you lying on a chair by the roadside, dead asleep. I was just about to carry you to find a place to stay for the night. "Song Shuhang looked sincere as he stared at Zhao Yaya.
He did not lie. It was indeed 'Zhao Yaya' who called him to come out. Zhao Yaya was indeed 'dead asleep'. He was about to take her to find a place to sleep for the night.
"…" Zhao Yaya stared at Song Shuhang for a long time and found that he did not seem to be lying at all.
She thought carefully, but her memory was a blur. She vaguely remembered that she went out for a few drinks with three of her best friends. Then, she should go back to her place.
Did I drink too much? But I only drank four glasses with my friends today. How could I drink too much?
Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples and looked distressed.
"Sister, do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Song Shuhang asked worriedly.
"No need. Except for the feeling of my neck being a little stiff, everything else is fine. You go back with me. I should be fine after a night's rest. " Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck. It was a little painful as if she had been hit by a knife. Other than that, she did not feel any discomfort.
No matter what, she was a medical student. She could roughly guess whether there was a problem with her body.
"Then I'll go back with you." Song Shuhang smiled.
Zhao Yaya only felt that Song Shuhang's smile at this time was warm and gave people a very reliable feeling. "Shuhang, I haven't seen you for a day. You seem to have grown up a lot."
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