magic eye doctor

Chapter 460
The morning sun shines on Gaoligong Mountain, the plants surrounded by the sun's love and love breathe freely, and the animals live happily, worthy of the title of "Paradise of Animals and Plants".

On a mountain peak, a middle-aged man in a cyan training suit is practicing swordsmanship on a huge and relatively smooth rock top on a steep rock face. , holding a silver sword in his right hand, dancing like a arrogant dragon swimming in the sky, the sword light shimmering like waves.

The men in blue clothes danced their swords like the wind, and the sound of swords smashing through the air was endless. If a middle-aged man wore an ancient bun and wore a brocade robe, others would definitely think that he had strayed into time and space and fell into the world of martial arts.

Suddenly, there was a tragic howl from the mountain forest, and the voice was filled with grief and pain that pierced the lungs.

Su, the middle-aged man's sword was fixed in the air, and the light of the sword turned into nothingness. When he closed his sword and stood up, he heard a shrill cry coming from a bush somewhere below the cliff. His face turned cold, and he jumped off the rock. Down, it flew down at right angles to the rock wall.

The man in Tsing Yi, who stepped on the stone wall as if walking on the ground, jumped off the hanging rock, dodged into the tree, then stepped on the branches and jumped vertically, flying towards the source of the scream.

His behavior confirmed what is flying over the eaves and walking on the wall, and what is flying on the grass like walking on the ground.

The blue-clothed swordsman swept wildly for several miles, and soon encountered small animals escaping chaotically, and then saw the gibbous white-browed apes rushing around in the trees, and there were also apes calling not far away.

There was a tragedy happening over there, too. Two immature apes were hanging on the branches like soft kelp, and an adult ape shook the little ape and chirped sadly.

In another place, an ape was pressed against a tree by a human head dragging a stomach. The human head bit the neck of the ape and sucked blood. A great ape made a piercing howl from another tree. .

The limbs of the ape that was pressed against the tree were trembling, and its eyes were wide open. Soon, the body was shriveled by the blood being sucked away.

"Xietou, it's your life again!" The middle-aged man hurriedly flew to a branch, saw the flying head of the ape mutilating descend, and swung his long sword to kill the human head.

The man came with a sword, murderous, flying head down without throwing away the food, flicking the stomach and throat tissue, a rolled up ape swept up into the air, and floated lightly into the space between the jungles, breathing while flying. brain.

With just a few mouthfuls, all the marrow in the ape's brain was absorbed, and the human head hurriedly threw the ape into the tree, turning around to meet the middle-aged man.

The ape that was thrown on the branch was completely dead, hanging on the tree pole like a rag doll and swaying in the wind. Pick it up, cry and stay away from the battlefield with the apes.

The first sword stabbed by the blue-clothed swordsman went into the air, like an ape jumping up and down among the trees, reluctantly chasing and killing the flying head.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were in another round, and the flying head easily dodged the sword move, and the corners of the mouth with the remaining blood stains were full of sarcasm: "The Canglang swordsmanship is just like that!"

"You take a few more moves!" The long sword in the swordsman's hand burst out several swords, and the sword shadows shot towards the flying head.

The sword shadow is like a light, and the flying head does not dare to be careless, dismantling and attacking seriously.

Fei Tou Jiang has no hands or feet, but his stomach and throat are like long whips made of cast iron.

The middle-aged swordsman's one-handed swordsmanship is like waves, and his moves are fierce. Because the head can fly in the air, he can advance and retreat freely. He can't fly like a bird. He can only jump vertically between the branches of the tree. avoid.

His swordsmanship is superb, his flying head is hard and agile.

When one person was slaughtering one by one, on the mountain opposite the river, a man in a white gown stood on the top of the rock, and saw birds in the forest on the opposite bank flying into the air, more like crying, flying down, out of the bushes swept to the other side.

The man in the white shirt is about the age of 200, wearing a Confucian shirt and moccasin boots, he is handsome and elegant, with a personable demeanor, like a bird flying through the jungle to the riverside, no one is looking around, skimming the water like a dragonfly. In the blink of an eye, it passed the [-]-meter-wide river and disappeared into the woods on the other side.

He was extremely light-handed, and in the jungle it was as if no one was there, leaving only the sound of grass and trees shaking when people passed by. Soon, the man in the white shirt heard the sound of fighting, and rushed through the woods to the battlefield.

When I fell on a tree, I saw the man in blue tens of meters away and the head of a man was fiery. The palms flew and slapped the head.

The man in the green suit had already known that his comrade was approaching, and he was not distracted. When the man in the white shirt flew over to help out, he only nodded to the other party, and the silver sword slammed into the eyes, nose, and ears of the flying head. .

"Hehe, there are companions." Feitoujiang's face sneered, dexterously rising into the air, out of the reach of the sword shadow, and avoiding the fierce palm wind.

"Exotic evil cultivator, when you see it, punish him, evil head, don't run away, come and fight five lilies." The man in the white shirt had a clear voice, flew up, and rushed out of the branches to intercept the flying head.

The man in Tsing Yi tapped the branches and flew to catch up.

The man in white swept to the top of the tree, chased from above, and successfully intercepted the head, holding the wind and waves, forcing the head to be unable to fly high in the sky; the man in Tsing Yi also arrived at the same time, and the silver sword provoked blossoming sword flowers, sealing the head. road.

Blocked by the two of them, the flying head lowered to the left and dodged to the right. The two sides went back and forth and made dozens of moves. The head was forced to be extremely embarrassed.

When the man in Tsing Yi stabbed the flying head, the man in white shirt squeezed a beautiful hand in his left hand, and a golden light flew from his little finger.

The weak line was broken by the sword, and the flying head flew away quickly. When the sword left, blood flowed out of his right ear like an arrow. The shot came, but he didn't care to bite the sword that was close to his lips, he hurriedly dodged, but he diddge quickly, that ray of golden light brushed past the intestines connected to the stomach bag, and pierced the intestines alive, leaving him behind. The next pin-like hole.

The golden light didn't pierce through, just disappeared in Feitou's intestines.

The hole in Feitou's intestines was exposed, and a thin black waterline rushed out, spreading like fog. When it touched the tree, the branches and leaves of the plant seemed to be subjected to strong acid, and they died and rotted all at once.

The white-shirted man and the blue-robed swordsman did not stop for a while before attacking Feitou again.

The flying head descended and floated to the top of the tree, and before he could suck back the blood he had shed, the opponent made another move.

The water mist was extremely foul, and the water mist spread out like a smoke bomb, covering people's heads.

"Hurry up, it's poisonous!" The swordsman in the blue shirt noticed that the flying head was spraying water mist, and immediately deviated abruptly, dodging behind the tree to avoid it.

The man in the white shirt also knew that the smelly fog was poisonous and difficult to deal with, and when he heard the prompt from his fellow man, he turned his body nimbly to avoid the rushing black fog and swept into the bushes.

Two men, one green and one white, bypassed the black fog, and then there was no trace of Feitou. The swordsman in Tsing Yi said angrily: "Let the evil head slip away again, and I don't know how many creatures will suffer."

"Don't chase the poor thief, the evil head has been injured in two places. It is estimated that the injury is urgently needed, and there is no time to do evil for the time being."

"It's just not talented." Yin Jianzi returned his sword to the sheath and clasped his fists in a salute: "Thank you Brother Duan for your help."

"You're welcome, it is said that Yinjianzi never leaves Diancangshan, and even knows that I am from the Duan family?"

"Dali Duan has a unique sword technique, so Xiongtai must be the master of Duan Hong, the contemporary Shao Chong sword of the Dali Duan family."

"It's right here." Duan Patriarch gave a free and easy smile, admitted it generously, and asked with a smile, "I wonder how Brother Yin settled down with Feitou from the neighboring country? Make Brother Yin leave Dian Cang to fight him here?"

Yin Jianzi's face darkened: "I'm ashamed to say that, the descendant of the senior brother and the little girl were practicing in Gaoligong, and they met the evil head. I still have a nameless poison, there is no solution in this family, and there is no way to save it when I send it to the doctor. It is not long before my death. Alas, the evil head hurt my family, this hatred will not disappear, I will wait for revenge for my nephew and my daughter in Gaoligong, who? The head of Zhixie has been repaired to a great extent, and the shell is as hard as steel, and it is difficult for swords and guns to penetrate."

"It's not easy to get blood sucked by the flying head," Duan Patriarch thought for a while: "Brother Yin might as well take Lingshou and Lingmen disciples to the capital to ask the Xianyimen to see a doctor. The Xianyimen's medical skills are superb, maybe Can cure nameless strange poison."

"Patriarch Duan said that the people from the Immortal Doctor's Clan are the rumored Immortal Doctor Clan I know?" Yin Jianzi's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"Exactly, the people from the Immortal Doctor Clan have returned to the arena. Last year, they rescued the eldest grandson of the ancient Wu Tantai family who had been sleeping for ten years."

The head of the Duan family smiled brightly: "To tell the truth, Brother Yin, it was because I heard that the Xianyimen came to Y Nanrui City, thinking that the Duan family, as one of the Y Nangu martial arts families, should entertain one or two with the friendship of the landlord, who knows. I rushed to Ruishi, and the people of the Immortal Doctors were nowhere to be found. On the way back to Dali, I picked up a medicinal plant in Gaoligong, and I happened to hear that there was something going on here, so I came to find out."

"The reappearance of the people from the Immortal Doctor's Clan is great." Yin Jianzi was overjoyed, and the Xianmen people reappeared in the rivers and lakes. His nephew and daughter also had eight or nine points of hope. When the capital returns, I will come to the door again to thank you.”

"Brother Yin, don't be polite. Mrs. Duan and Mrs. Dian Cang have always been in Ynan, watching and helping each other. In other words, Mrs. Dian Cang will definitely tell Mrs. Duan. Regarding the matter of the Immortal Doctors, Mr. Yin, let's talk as we walk..."

Yin Jianzi walked side by side with Patriarch Duan happily, his green and white clothes drifted away, hiding in the bushes like a big bird, and the whispering voices drifted farther and farther.

(End of this chapter)