Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 21
Being strangled by someone, Xin Ziqiu cursed continuously.

He spoke a lot of Northeast dialect, coupled with a Beijing-style national curse, with a southern accent and a northern accent.

But in Kang Wenping's ears, these modern words thought they were some powerful spells.

The demon was so frightened that he pinched Xin Ziqiu's neck even harder.

But Xin Ziqiu is now blessed with the spirit of the weapon, his whole body is extremely hard, his neck seems to be made of pure steel, Kang Wenping's fingers can't get in at all, and it is difficult to strangle him to death.

At this time, Jia Xian also rushed to the side, pointing at Kang Wenping's big acupoint on the side of his ribs with a long sword like a dragon.

Kang Wenping could only spread his arms out like this, nailing his feet to the ground, holding Xin Ziqiu in his left hand to prevent him from casting spells, and wielding the mourning stick with the other hand, desperately resisting Jia Xian's offensive from the other side.

He was leading a person like this, so he was naturally not good enough, and he fell into a disadvantage immediately, but he was an old Jianghu, so he would naturally adapt to the situation, and simply held Xin Ziqiu in front of him, acting as a human shield.

Jia Xian cast a mouse-snapping weapon, but the offensive slowed down instead.

Xin Ziqiu saw it and shouted:
"Mr. Jia, don't worry about me, just greet this way! For victory, shoot me!"

……

Shoot me?
Jia Xian had never watched "Heroes and Daughters", so he was taken aback when he heard it, but he immediately understood what Xin Ziqiu meant.

Seeing Xin Ziqiu's bravery, disregarding his own life and death, he admired him very much. He secretly admired this young man who is both civil and military, chivalrous and courageous. Although he is young, he has the spirit of a great hero.

It's just that he didn't know that the body guard in front of him was far more powerful than the Shaolin eminent monk who had practiced the magical art of vajra body protection, and the Qingzhi sword couldn't hurt him at all.

He is not boastful, but confident.

Hearing him yelling, Kang Wenping was so angry that he was so angry that he tried hard to choke his throat.

With his internal strength, even a lump of iron can make a few fingerprints, but now he has nothing to do with Xin Ziqiu.

Put him down, lest he cast a spell and sacrifice flying sword to kill himself.

But if you hold it, you can't strangle him to death, and carrying it is really a burden, and you can't use many martial arts moves.

The most terrible thing is that this kid keeps shouting loudly, disturbing people.

Just when he was hesitating and riding a tiger, Jia Xian attacked with a move of "Yuan beyond Yuan", and pointed the tip of his sword at his armpit.

This position was extremely awkward, and the mourning stick couldn't be turned back for a while, so Kang Wenping had to repeat the old trick, pulling Xin Ziqiu back, and using his back to cover his armpit.

In this way, the two faces were facing each other, less than a foot apart.

Kang Wenping made up his mind, and when he took this move, he threw the boy headfirst on the ground, and fell half dead.

But at this moment, he saw a bright smile on Xin Ziqiu's blood-stained face, and a pair of bright and clear eyes, as if he was sure of victory.

He was shocked and instinctively felt the crisis, but it was too late.

His eyes went dark, and Kang Wenping felt unbearable pain from his left eye...

……

"what!"

Screams came.

Kang Wenping threw Xin Ziqiu to the ground, covered his face with his left hand, stepped back, and swept the mourning stick in his hand.

Blood continued to flow from his face, his covered left eye socket was exposed between his fingers, and the black hole was bloody and bloody.

The devil was beaten blind in one eye.

……

It turned out that Xin Ziqiu's neck was pulled by Kang Wenping's force to block the sword, but the force was too strong, and the two of them looked at each other, and the distance was less than a foot.

Xin Ziqiu was thinking about countermeasures when he was suddenly pulled in front of Kang Wenping, who was facing him with his skull-like sunken eye sockets.

He was blessed to the heart, and in a blink of an eye, he remembered that there was an extremely hard evil-repelling wooden pellet in his mouth, and suddenly he spat it out with luck. The wooden pellet shot straight at Kang Wenping's left eye like an arrow.

Kang Wenping never expected that there was a hidden weapon in his mouth, but when he found out, it was already too late.

In fact, Xin Ziqiu had never practiced hidden weapons at all, but the two of them were too close and the angle was just right, and they were hit by him, blinding Kang Wenping's eyes.

This is also because he has a body protected by spiritual energy, and Kang Wenping can't pinch his neck, otherwise, once his throat is strangled, how can he be able to breathe?

By all chances and coincidences, Kang Wenping finally found his way.

After all, he was experienced in Jianghu, although he was seriously injured and the severe pain in the eye wound was unbearable, he did not panic when he was in danger. He danced the mourning stick in his hand in a flurry of tricks, protecting his whole body, and then decisively covered his face and fled towards the He rushed outside the ruined temple at an incredible speed.

Jia Xian didn't know what happened, but he couldn't miss such a good opportunity. After chasing after him, the long sword turned into a white drill, and rushed towards Kang Wenping, intending to kill him on the spot.

The distance between the two was not far away. Kang Wenping was blind in one eye and couldn't see the ground clearly. He staggered and almost fell, but Jia Xianqing's sword had arrived behind him.

The old man hated him for being vicious, and shouted:
"Thief, take your life!"

The long sword fell towards his back.

In his busy schedule, Kang Wenping stretched out his right hand to shield his back, only to hear a "swipe", his wrists were all cut off, and his palms fell in response.

The sword was blocked for a while, and Kang Wenping took the opportunity to rush out for more than a foot, widening the distance.

Looking at his wound, there was not a trace of blood flowing out, instead, a large number of flies swarmed out from the severed wrist cut by the sword blade, with wings, flying towards Jia Xian in blackness.

These years, Kang Wenping has not been idle. He has improved the Substitute Gu and sealed it in his right wrist. When he is in danger, he can cut off his limbs like a gecko to protect himself. Block the enemy and give him a chance to escape.

Miao Jiang's voodoo technique is really incredible.

With a stir of Jia Xian's long sword, the sword energy spread everywhere, and a large number of flies were wiped out, and the corpse fell to the ground.

He rushed out from the siege of poisonous insects, but Kang Wenping's one-armed figure was several feet away, and he was still running desperately into the barren mountains and dense forests.

It was still night at this time, if he ran into the woods, it would be difficult to catch up.

Jia Xian was already exhausted at this time, and the arsenic sand on his body still made his chest burn like a sharp pain, but he still gritted his teeth and chased after him with his sword.

As for Xin Ziqiu, he was lying sprawled on the ground, pain and fatigue eroding his remaining will...

He watched the two of them run out of the ruined temple, he didn't want to move a finger anymore.

Let it be fate, if Kang Wenping, the skeleton ghost, comes back alive later, then he will have to admit it...

……

In the dark field, two black shadows ran wildly one after the other. The distance was sometimes far and sometimes close, but Jia Xian still couldn't catch up with Kang Wenping.

Just when he was frowning, a loud shout sounded:
"You bastard, donkey ball ball, in the middle of the night, where did the zombie ghost come from, scaring the people of Shanxi to death!"

……

　General Xu San came out to ask for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)