Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 19 Nine Dead Lives

Jia Xian saw that Xin Ziqiu relied on the evil-breaking talisman and arrow not only to protect himself, but also to protect his granddaughter. Hundreds of apertures swept towards Kang Wenping like a tsunami wave.

When he was young, he mastered martial arts, walked the world with one sword and one man, and once killed all kinds of powerful people on the green forest roads in the rivers and lakes. Monstrous, not inferior to the heyday of youth.

Kang Wenping also practiced hard in Xixia for many years, his martial arts are no longer what they used to be, and his hardware mourning stick is really like thunder.

The two fought for a long time before, but they each had their own constraints, and they couldn't fight with all their heart.

Now that all the masters in the field are gone, the damned are dead, and the injured are injured, there is no more scruples.

It wasn't until this time that the two masters really went all out and used their housekeeping skills.

The Qingzhi sword fought against the mourning stick, and the sky was dark and the sky was dark.

Kang Wenping's mourning stick is made of hardware, like copper but not copper, iron but not iron.The length of the bat is two feet and seven inches, with one end thick and the other thin. It looks like a baseball bat used by modern people, except that it is covered with fluffy white velvet and tied with a hemp rope. mourning staff.

He himself looks like a skeleton, and he also holds such a weird stick. In the dark night, he really looks like a living ghost. If a timid person encounters it, he will be frightened to death.

Xin Ziqiu watched the battle between the two masters, and his admiration was beyond words.

Kang Wenping's mourning stick is a strange weapon, which he doesn't quite understand.

But the Xin family is famous in the Kwantung martial arts world for its mastery of swordsmanship. He has practiced swords since he was a child, but he has worked hard for many years.

Although his father died early, his swordsmanship lacks guidance, but after all, he has been immersed in it for several years, and he is very familiar with the swordsmanship of various schools and sects.

But Xin Ziqiu never thought that someone could practice sword moves so miraculously.

Jia Xian's "Tianyuan Sword Art" is his own creation after studying astronomical spells. It contains the essence of his lifelong martial arts, as well as his understanding of the changes in spells. Interlocking, strict rules, transparent logic, every move is like solving a calculation problem.

Xin Ziqiu was extremely clever, and with his gossip sword skills and Jia Xian's sword moves, he realized a lot of profound and exquisite sword principles. He scratched his head and couldn't hold back his joy. Being surrounded by Gu insects.

Fortunately, Kang Wenping was going all out at this time, and had no time to command the Gu worms, and those Gu worms were also afraid of the evil-breaking talisman arrows and evil-dispelling wooden pills in his hands, so they did not dare to attack, and the pressure was not too great.

……

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically.

Hearing Kang Wenping's strange howl, he tapped the mourning stick towards Jia Xian's chest.

Jia Xian dodged sideways, and slammed the spine of the green sword in his hand towards the body of the stick, and slashed upwards with a move of "square and square", aiming to cut off his fingers holding the stick.

Kang Wenping flipped his wrist, his internal force spread everywhere, and the rope of the stick bounced up like a soft whip, wrapping around Jia Xian's sword.

Jia Xian had a bad heart, and quickly pulled hard, trying to cut the rope and withdraw the sword.

Unexpectedly, the rope is made of hemp rope and several small pure steel chains, it is very tough, although Jia Xian's green sword is sharp, it can't stop cutting it for a while.

Just at this moment, he only felt that his eyes were darkened, and a puff of black smoke came out from the stick head, and came straight to his face.

Jia Xian suddenly smelled a thick and sticky stench, and immediately felt dizzy, feeling bad in his heart.

Unexpectedly, there is another mechanism in the mourning stick, this guy who refines Gu is covered in poison, it is really hard to guard against.

It turned out that when Kang Wenping was cultivating in the desert of Western Xia, he found that although there was not as much poisonous insect miasma as in Miaojiang, there was a kind of highly poisonous scorpion, which was very rare and terribly poisonous.

He spent a lot of effort to capture a large number of poisonous scorpions and cultivate them with the method of raising Gu. Finally, he refined powerful Gu poison and made it into poisonous sand, which was hidden in the head of the mourning stick. It can be sent out and used as a killer's trumpet, and the winner will be killed immediately, and it has been tried and tested.

Jia Xian inhaled the arsenopyrite, and suddenly felt dizzy, his throat was swollen, his trachea was blocked, and he couldn't breathe.

Kang Wenping had the antidote stuffed in his nose, so he was naturally unaffected. He swung the mourning stick and slammed it hard at Jia Xian's head, which was about to blow his brains apart.

He felt that his vengeance had been avenged, so he couldn't help laughing wildly, his voice was like cymbals hitting each other, it was extremely sharp and unpleasant.

"boom!"

As soon as the stick went down, the sound of metal and iron colliding sounded.

Kang Wenping was taken aback. Instead of beating Jia Xian to death, the mourning stick bounced high, making his mouth tingle.

An arm with a black pattern lay across Jia Xian's body.

The blood-stained boy was raising his right hand, grinning, with a pained but extremely firm expression on his face.

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It turned out that Xin Ziqiu had been watching the battle intently, and when he saw black smoke suddenly spewing out of Kang Wenping's mourning stick, he was shocked, his thoughts turned, and he immediately understood everything.

Without thinking too much, he instantly activated the spirit energy he had just obtained.

"You have used the spirit energy of the weapon through the power of gluttony. Quality: normal."

"You have temporarily increased your body's toughness and ability to reduce damage. Time: one hour."

"Your level of walker is not enough, the power of gluttony can only give you one state at the same time, and the state of increasing your vitality and recovery speed has disappeared."

Severe pain struck, without the extra vitality provided by the vitality of life, his fractured left arm and the thigh hit by the death nail suddenly felt a piercing pain.

But at the same time, Qi Ling Qi also made him feel as hard as gold and iron, as if he had trained a golden bell to cover an iron cloth shirt.

But now there is no time for him to feel the changes in his state.

Jia Xian was in danger, Xin Ziqiu kicked his right leg hard on the ground, rushed over with all his strength, and used his remaining right arm to block Kang Wenping's mourning stick without delay.

Kang Wenping flicked the mourning stick in the air, and he was slightly taken aback.

He exhausted all his strength with this stick, even the stone would be smashed into several petals.

But the young man in front of him resisted with his body, and he was unscathed.It really surprised him.

What kind of evil is this man doing?
But at this moment of stupefaction, Xin Ziqiu had already grabbed Jia Xian by the collar and dragged him behind him.

He glanced at Jia Xian from the corner of his eye, and saw that the old man's face was blue and purple, his lips were black, he had no breath, and there was only a little warmth left in his body, and the fire of life would soon be burnt out.

Done!

Jia Xian was poisoned and fell down, his final hope of winning was shattered.

Xin Ziqiu groaned secretly in his heart, could it be that he was going to die here just after he came to the Whirling World?
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