An Zhilu's eyelashes formed a thin layer of frost, and the yin energy penetrated into his meridians like a living creature. The finger joints of his holding the knife made a slight crisp sound, like frozen branches rubbing in the wind. The undry blood on the knife condensed into red ice crystals, refracting strange spots in the sun.

"Can't you stop a single move?"

The woman shook her head in disappointment, sighing with boring tiredness, and the tip of the bone whip raised like a scorpion tail, piercing towards An Zhilu's heart.

"how?!"

However, at this moment, she, who was already missing interest, saw An Zhilu's left hand stretching out like lightning, and before the tip of the whip penetrated the flesh and blood, she grabbed it in the palm of her hand.

This action was so fast that it was contrary to normalcy. The moment before, his arm was like a frozen dead tree, but the moment later, it turned into a predatory python, accurately biting the front of the sting. The pupils under the woman's mask suddenly contracted, and she felt greedy sucking.

In her perception, a monster seemed to appear in An Zhilu's body. Not only did she suck the yin energy that had invaded the meridians in her body, but even the yin energy flowing on her bone whip was instantly swallowed up in one mouthful.

In amazement, her palms stinged with a scorching pain, and the bone whip in her hand was instantly pulled by a huge force, and then it started to vibrate violently.

The bone whip was trembling violently, and the nine human bones on the whip body made different sounds. Before the woman's tiger's mouth could break into blood mist, she was shaken by the force of the whip handle's recoil.

"Click"

She could clearly hear the sound of bone cracks in her fingers.

Then she saw the bone whip jump out of her hand and the handle swept towards her head.

The body reacted before consciousness. The woman leaned back like a willow, and her left hand was clawed towards the handle of the whip. However, at this time she was shocked to find that a thick yin energy had flowed on the bone whip again.

When she found out that something was wrong, it was too late.

The finger bones of her five fingers on her left hand were shattered even more thoroughly, and the five fingers were shaking in the energy like five mud.

The violent pain made a shrill scream under the Kashiki mask.

But the shrill scream lasted for only a short moment.

The whip handle bounced up and hit her throat hard.

puff!

The scream stopped abruptly and turned into blood mist that was gushing from his mouth. The cypress mask fell from the woman's face, and behind it was a face that had lost its vitality in an instant.

"Grass!"

When the sound of broken bones sounded, the old man on the road behind An Zhilu felt something was wrong, but before the three finger-shaped needles in his hand could take action, he saw the night watchman in the imperial tomb fell down.

"How is that possible?"

At this moment, his mind was confused.

Isn’t this a native bun from Youzhou?

The information is not clear. This person has learned some of the skills of a three-legged cat, but has just been trained by Xu Tuibei.

Although Xu Tuibei is still successful, it is not very powerful in practice. If Xu Tuibei does it himself, he may not be able to escape unscathed under the strange means of this woman.

But a Youzhou native bunny trained by Xu Tuibei killed the woman with one meeting?

The young monk who was blocking the road was emitting cold air all over his body.

It was cold when the midsummer wind blew on him.

There may be luck in the battle between low-level monks. How could a monk of the Imperial Tomb Night Watcher lose his life because of carelessness or underestimation of the enemy?

But he didn't have much time to think about it, because An Zhilu had already rushed towards him with these nine bone whips.

The long whip was drawn in the air, and the handle of the whip fell into An Zhilu's hand.

An Zhilu held the handle of the whip with his right hand, and threw the tip of the whip as a hidden weapon in his left hand towards the young monk in front of him.

The young monk's expression changed drastically. Listening to the sound of the whip breaking through the air, he felt that An Zhilu's true energy was even more powerful than him, but he did not dodge, but just turned the bronze compass in his hand.

As the true energy poured in, the air in front of him twisted sharply, and several gusts of winds formed out of thin air, easily whipping the tip of the attack into the sky.

At the same time, he stroked his left hand through his cuff, and golden light emerged from the runes on his cuff, and an instantly formed a Taoist talisman that flew forward.

With a sneer, the talisman flew out several feet and condensed into a golden Taoist sword, hitting An Zhilu's chest.

An Zhilu's figure shook and avoided the golden Taoist sword. When he narrowed his eyes slightly, golden light had already emerged from the young monk's left cuff, and there was obviously another Taoist talisman condensed.

Among the many weapons, soft weapons are the most difficult to control. An Zhilu was in Yongning Cultivation Center back then, and he used all kinds of weapons. Although he had practiced this kind of soft whip, it had nothing to do with the word "proficiency".

But he had seen many actual combat experiences and had many fighting experiences in the chaotic environment in the army. His reaction at this time was almost intuitive. He just kept shaking the bone whip and instantly wrapped the entire bone whip on his hand, as if he was wearing a bone glove.

With a sneer, when the second golden sword rushed over, he punched the golden sword.

There was a bang and a loud bang.

The golden sword scattered.

At this time, he was only a few dozen steps away from the young monk.

"Yu Laosan! What are you waiting for!"

Seeing this, the young monk was shocked and shouted at the old man behind him.

In fact, the old man who is playing with flying needles has long wanted to take action.

His various flying needles specialize in destroying the true energy of the practitioner. The death of the woman only made him shocked and lost his mind in an instant.

But An Zhilu ran wildly at the beginning, but he was unable to take action for a while.

The most important thing for a monk like him who specializes in flying needle hidden weapons to cause real damage is the locking of the qi mechanism.

He must accurately lock the other party's energy to ensure that his flying needle can accurately capture the other party's body position.

But for some reason, this man's fat body seemed to be easy to capture, but he felt that he could not even capture where his next position was.

Why is this?

He couldn't understand.

Logically speaking, there are only two possibilities: one is that this person has some secret techniques to disturb his perception, and the other is that this person's cultivation is far better than him. Only when facing a cultivator whose cultivation is far better than him will his flying needle fail because the opponent's body has the power that can explode at any time.

As soon as the young monk in front shouted, beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead poured out one by one.

It's not a big deal to not take action.

With a try attitude, three finger-shaped needles that had been locked in his hand for a long time flew out.

The moment he flew the needle, An Zhilu was still flying forward, but in his perception, there seemed to be strange ripples in the air around the fat man, making his body seem to be twisting and changing.

Seeing that these three flying needles were about to hit An Zhilu's back, An Zhilu seemed to have taken a slightly larger step on his left leg. His figure swept forward naturally tilted to one side at this moment, and all the three flying needles were lost.

The old man's face turned pale in an instant.

He is now sure that his intuition was not an illusion, and that An Zhilu's cultivation is definitely far better than him.

laugh!

A roar sound came from the front, and another golden Taoist sword hit An Zhilu's face, but this roar sound completely cut off the old man's luck.

The man killed a night watchman from Hu's family when he met him. He did not hide his flying needle when he was alone, but he did not hide his flying needle when he was facing the young man from Yuan's family!

After thinking it through, the old man turned around and ran away.

"you!"

The young monk looked at the old man and fled, frightened and furious, but only cursed with one word. An Zhilu punched him with another Taoist talisman-turned sword and rushed to him.

He had no other way, so he could only pour his true energy into the jade pendant on his waist in an instant.

"Click!"

The moment the jade pendant shattered, the blood on the surface of the black jade suddenly came alive, and penetrated into the fingertips of the young monk like countless tiny red worms. Countless squirming thin lines suddenly popped up under his skin, and the whole right arm instantly expanded, and the sleeves were stretched into strips of cloth.

There was no emotional fluctuation in An Zhilu's eyes, but the words "blood-like tail-eating technique, Yuanshi forbidden technique" naturally appeared in his mind.

At the same time, the natal Gu hidden in his body suddenly became active, making him feel greedy.

The young monk's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and a trace of black air flowed out of the surface of his skin. At the same time, the golden light from his left hand suddenly surged, and seven Taoist swords were condensed at the same time!

The moment the seven swords were fired at once, the right fist wrapped around the bone whip had arrived in front of him.

"boom!"

The young monk was shocked to see that the seven Taoist swords collapsed at the same time, and the dispersed golden light was swept back by the Yin Qi, and all washed over him.

"ah--!"

Amid the screams, the young monk's right arm suddenly exploded.

The swollen arm was like a ripe fruit bursting at this time, but the splashing bones and flesh hovered strangely in the air. The faint green light gushed out of An Zhilu's open left hand formed a picture, imprisoning the energy in the flesh and blood and swallowing it in an instant.

"you.."

A whimper that was not like a human voice was squeezed out from the young monk's throat.

His eyes were almost protruding out of his eye sockets, and his pupils reflected the green picture of An Zhilu gushing out of his left hand. He could not understand what the method was. He only felt that an extremely powerful aura was flowing in it. The runes in those pictures were like patterns on some strange insect body. Each pattern was wriggling and chewing at this time. The flesh and blood of his right arm, which was sucked into silk, was like flying insects stuck by a spider web, struggling to fall into the dark green picture.

Bang!

The young monk instantly lost his strength and fell to the ground.

There was still no joy in An Zhilu's eyes.

Even though he finally activated the instinct of the natal Gu that had been hiding, and truly used the method taught to him by the Rat Taoist, the true energy in his body also swallowed the Yuan magic weapon and the transformed qi and blood of the young man, and became even more powerful.

But he knew that he still had too few fights with these practitioners in the world and was too lacking in experience. If it weren't for the Rat Taoist's teachings that he could be called the ancestor of Yin Qi, otherwise the woman's methods alone would be enough to make him suffer a great loss.

He slowly turned around.

The old man's aura had disappeared in his perception, but the most powerful man had appeared among the four true qi fluctuations he had sensed before.

He saw a swordsman wearing an ordinary blue shirt appearing from the forest, holding the old man's bloody head in his hand.

"Non-life Gu?"

The blue-shirt swordsman looked at An Zhilu with a serious expression and asked tentatively, "The wise man of the Fallen View?"

The blue-shirt swordsman did not have violent true qi fluctuations on his body at this time, nor did he show any true qi appearance. He could not see any obvious signs on his sword. But I don’t know if it was because of Yang Can or the relationship between the rat Taoist, An Zhilu had an inexplicable intuition at this time. He subconsciously said in a deep voice, "Myster Xuandu Temple?"

"How could I directly identify the local buns from Youzhou that I am a monk from Xuandu Temple?"

The blue-shirt swordsman said with some emotion, "I didn't expect that a person like you is actually one of the hidden Taoists of the Depravity View."
Chapter completed!