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Whoa!

All of a sudden, the long-armed man felt a chest ache and seemed to have the advantage stabbed him in the chest!

He had already completed his foundation, had a strong body, and the skin film was as tough as old cowhide. But at this point, his body was as easily pierced as tofu, and his heart was pierced with a sword.

He stared dead at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man in front of him held a bottle of quenching liquid in his hands, nothing in his hand?

What's going on?

Blood spilled out of his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, and stained the tip of the half-baked sword: “What is this? ”

The long-armed man raised his arm furiously and his eyes filled with the colour of a harsh experience. Even if he dies, he will pull Song Shuhang together to Huangquan.

However, his arm was lifted only half and he was powerless to sag. He felt weak and his blood and strength were drawn away by this invisible sword.

At the same time, thousands of bald monks in his mind were still reciting the Scriptures: “The sea of bitterness is dust-free, turning back to shore; put down the slaughterknife and stand in Buddha! ”

God bothers me!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and pulled out this black flying sword, answering: “The flying sword. ”

Master Tong Xuan's flying sword, fortunately he has not sent it back yet.

This flying sword can only be seen by a pharmacist and himself who has the consent of Master Tong Xuan. In the eyes of others, this flying sword is intangible and imperceptible.

Of course, if the strength of the other party is far higher than that of Master Tong Xuan, it is different.

Song Shuhang has been carrying this flying sword since we met. I wanted to wait for the long-armed man to come closer and find an opportunity to stab him.

However, Song Shuhang did not expect that the other party actually hit him in the position of Homai. The only thing Song Shuhang needs to do is slightly adjust the position of the tip of the sword and point it at the heart of the long-armed man.

Then, with a thud, the other person's heart was pierced.

It's so simple, it's a real show of hands.

Even the stinking pills are saved!

Flying Sword?

The long-armed man opened his mouth and screamed two words from his mouth: “Takeover? ”

Having a complete mortal life, cultivation is mortal. But there are quenching fluids, there are flying swords, which will make the altar master despise his‘ predecessors' identity, and only the legendary frightening monks can do it, right? But isn't that just a legend?

Song Shuhang ignored what the man with the long arm was saying. He lifted the black flying sword and the slight bloody smell poured out his nose.

Even if he has already been aware, this bloody smell still makes Song Shuhang uncomfortable - after all, he is not a murderous demon! He was just an ordinary college student the other day.

Take a deep breath, the true self of the "True My Meditation Scripture" appeared in your mind, repressed yourself, calmed yourself down.

“Any last words?” Song Shuhang said.

“I…” the long-armed man opened his mouth.

Saying, the flying sword of Book Aviation was raised again, and one sword cut its head off.

The long-armed man died without meditation, had a different neck and had fallen to the ground. Moreover, there was no bloodshed in the wound.

Master Tong Xuan's flying sword is not an ordinary sword tool, killing people without blood is just its basic attribute.

“Well, just now, I'm not going to listen to your last words. ”

Song Shuhang's sword-shaking hands trembled slightly. Some hands were soft, but calm gradually returned.

This was his first kill, and before that, he didn't even kill a chicken: "That's what I realized. ”

There must be awareness.

The long-armed man was the first man to die in his hand, but not the last.

If he could, he really wanted to capture the long-armed man alive and hide the 'altar master' out of his mouth. Unfortunately, he lacked the strength himself. He was a monk who opened his eyes and his nose, and he was not confident that he could conquer such an adversary.

Killing a long-armed man is the right choice at this time.

The "True Me Meditation Book" still works in my mind, keeping me calm in the face of the headless corpse.

With a black flying sword in his hand, Song Shuhang cautiously searched on the man with long arms.

They don't have much on them.

A bottle of pungent potion should be the septic fluid.

Three handless sharp blades.

There is also a beasthead brand with three claw marks, which should represent the identity or organization of a long-armed man, right? Perhaps this is a useful clue.

And finally, there are thousands of cash tickets and Zhao Yaya's phone.

As a monk who opened his eyes and his nose, this guy is poor.

Song Shuhang opened the potion bottle and poured some on the body of the long-armed man.

The smell of stinging noses appeared, and the bones and parts of the clothes of the long-armed man disappeared completely into the world as if they had been evaporated.

“Is it baby?” Song Shuhang put away the septic fluid.

The corrosion works great and even a pint of a monk's body melts quickly, although because it is a corpse, it is impossible to mobilize internal gas and blood resistance.

But as long as it works, it's a murder weapon, right?

Finally, Song Shuhang poured some septic liquid on the other party's remaining clothes. The last trace of a man with long arms in the world was erased.

After confirming that there were no other traces, Song Shuhang carried Zhao Yaya and rushed to the pharmacist's place.

Zhao Yaya has been unconscious. He is somewhat worried that the long-armed man has used poison or something. It would be better to take him to the pharmacist for a test.

……

……

About three or four minutes later.

Zhao Yaya felt pain in the back of her neck and felt like she was falling off a pillow.

And how the bed kept vibrating, she was dissatisfied with a few noises, expressing resistance.

But the bed is vibrating, and it's stronger!

Son of a bitch, do you want people to sleep well?

Zhao Yaya opened her eyes angrily, and then she was surprised to find herself not sleeping in bed, but being carried away on the road.

Oh, my God, what's going on here?

She was frightened, and her sleep was sent a thousand miles away.

Who kidnapped her?

Fortunately, soon she discovered that the man behind her back was a familiar person. Song Shuhang and her are too familiar. A little sober will tell who the other party is.

“Book Sailing, what is this place?” She patted Song Shuhang's shoulder gently and asked softly.

“Sister, are you awake?” Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground: “Feel all right? Is there anything wrong with your body? ”

Zhao Yaya frowned: “My body is fine, I just feel some pain behind my neck, and why am I here? ”

“Sister, why are you here? Didn't you call me? Then I arrived at the scene and found you sleeping dead in a chair on the side of the road. No, I was just about to carry you to a place to stay.” Song Shuhang looked sincere and stared at Zhao Yaya.

He was not lying. He was indeed called by the telephone of ‘Zhao Yaya'. Zhao Yaya was also ‘asleep’ to death. He was about to take her somewhere to sleep.

“…” Zhao Yaya stared at the Book Sailing for half a day and found that he was not lying at all.

She looked back, but her memory was blurred. Invisibly remember going out for a few drinks with three good friends tonight, and then she should go back to her place?

Am I drunk? But I only had four drinks with friends today. How could I possibly drink too much?

Zhao Yaya rubbed his temple and looked distressed.

“Sister, why don't I take you to the hospital?” Song Shuhang was worried to ask.

“No, everything's fine except for the feeling of a bit of a drop in the neck. Why don't you go home with me and take the night off?” Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck and felt a bit like a knife on the back of her neck. Other than that, there is no physical discomfort.

I'm also a medical student, and I have no problems with my body, so I can basically speculate.

“Then I'll accompany you back.” Song Shuhang laughed.

Zhao Yaya only felt that Song Shuhang's smile was warm at this time, giving a very reliable feeling: "Shuhang, one day gone, your boy suddenly looks much older? ”

“Did you? You must be delusional.” Song Shuhang Fan Dao - Changes? From the moment he waved his sword up and chopped off the head of a long-armed man, his mind had undergone a transformation.