sword sentient beings

Chapter 42 Out of Control
Gollum...

Tang Zhao rolled down the steps.

The steps are very long, with rugged turns. Naturally, it is impossible for him to roll all the way down. After seven or eight steps, he hit a corner, and the physical brake stopped.

"I... wipe..."

Tang Zhao fell so badly that he didn't know how he fell.

Was it pushed by the judge?

Do not……

As soon as Tang Zhaolue recalled it, he knew it was not the case. The boulder was still hanging, the judge could not come down, and there was no reason. The one who could sneak attack from behind should be...

There were only a few murmurs and a bang at the entrance above the head, and it suddenly became quiet.

The fence at the gate is closed again!
It was already dark underground, and it was also night outside, so there was no room for a few rays of light, and there was a heavy fence, making it even more invisible.The narrow passage is already a dark prison.

Tang Zhao sat on the steps, not knowing what was going on up there, but his whole body ached and his head was still foggy, but he was no longer thinking about how he got here, but how he was going to leave?

Is it locked up?

Suddenly, a strange feeling made his hair stand on end!

He didn't see anything, and his short-sighted eyes couldn't see anything in the dark.

I didn't hear anything, there was no sound in the dark.

Not smelling, touching, tasting...

It was the vigilance hidden in his most subconscious mind, and the moment he touched it, his hairs stood up!

Do it!

His first reaction was to draw his sword, but just now he fell all the way, throwing a magic weapon and a magic weapon to nowhere, his hands were empty, leaving him helpless, and he just fell off and knocked on his leg. Where, still sore and unable to exert force, it is difficult to move.

The crisis was imminent, he tried his best to raise his body, and pushed his palm forward——

It was the action he used to push stones every day!
Apart from practicing sword these days, the most common thing to do is to push the stone. Pushing the stone persistently made him almost become a reflex, and at this time he couldn't help making this movement.

With the palm away from the body, the crisis finally came.

Wind!

The lingering wind appeared out of nowhere like an explosion, and it was close at hand!
Tang Zhao's palm slapped against the sound of the wind, and immediately hit something——

A strong force came, and Tang Zhao's arm shook, and he retracted involuntarily, and his body was also shaken backwards, and fell to the ground again.

"Hey, that's all! Boy, what about your lightness skill before? It's far worse than your strength!"

Following Sun Sheng's continuous sneer, a hand was grabbed from another direction, Tang Zhao instinctively went to block, but was grabbed by the wrist, twisted back, pressed both hands, and then was lifted up, strangled Hold the neck.

Speaking of close combat ability, Tang Zhao can't say that he has rich experience, he can only say that he has no experience at all, not even the experience of street fighting when he was a child.He lost his sword, was bullied and subdued by others, and had no temper at all.

Who told Guan Lei that he hadn't taught him how to fight with others?

Being strangled by a thick arm, Tang Zhao had difficulty breathing, and said, "Sun..."

The man shouted: "It is you, Uncle Sun Sheng!"

In fact, Sun Sheng was also surprised. Before he fought with Tang Zhaoluyu, he was subdued by the other party.Although it was due to the sharpness of the weapon that time, the elegant and almost weird skill left a deep impression on him, so he made a full-strength attack when he made a sneak attack just now, lest he would not have enough strength. Strength, but it is only three to five years of external training, and the close combat is even easier to catch later. How can there be the exquisite body skills before?
He was both happy and angry, and said in his heart: Damn it, I was taken aback, so you kid just made such a move, and dared to threaten the uncle, let's see how the uncle will concoct you!
But the most important thing right now is the threat above his head. He didn't think the other party was an embroidered pillow, so he grabbed Tang Zhao firmly and said loudly, "Judge, I've already caught the child!"

After a while, I heard the judge's voice saying: "If you catch it, you will catch it. What are you calling?"

This voice was clear and stable, as if it was right next to the ear, and it was more decisive than Sun Sheng's loud roar.

Sun Sheng lost his temper a little, and hurriedly said: "I know you like this kid. Don't treat him as a scapegoat like me. You definitely don't want him to die. You let me go, and I will return him to you. We will not commit any crimes." What's wrong with river water?"

The air was slightly stagnant, and after a while, the judge said: "I don't want to call him dead, but I can't do anything if he does. I hate threatening people, so I can't make an exception for people who are not relatives or relatives, right?"

Sun Sheng tightened his arms, and said: "Then I'll kill him." He tried to tighten his grip again, but remembered that the other party couldn't make a sound, and couldn't arouse the anxiety of the person outside, so he relaxed his arms a little, and put one hand against the soup. Zhao's leg, said: "I will torture him a little bit."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pierced Tang Zhao's skin.

Others call him "Vulture", and he is best at the Eagle Claw Kungfu. His fingers are as hard as fine steel, and he pokes a bloody hole in a person's body. When he presses down with five fingers, he pokes out five bloody holes at once.

He thought that since the child was young, he would cry naturally when he saw some blood, which would put some pressure on the outside world.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhao groaned, his whole body tensed up, struggling endlessly, but he didn't cry out, Sun Sheng was upset, his five fingers didn't leave the wound, and he dragged down on the spot, dragging out five deep bloodstains, saying: "Come out!" Just a little bit, for your savior to hear."

Tang Zhao didn't answer, but let out a "bah", and the sound of gnashing his teeth could be heard in the darkness.

Sun Sheng sneered, he is a member of the underworld, there are many ways to torture people in pieces, and he has seen many hard bones, but he was afraid of the threat above his head, so he didn't use cruel hands. Really give him a hard time.

He said slowly: "Okay, you brat pretending to be a tough guy, I'll deal with you like a tough guy. How about pulling out your intestines? Or crushing your joints? Don't bully you too much, let's start with your fingers? "

Tang Zhao was not afraid, nor was he afraid of hurting the judge above his head, but he held his breath and refused to admit defeat.When he was young and stubborn, sometimes he would get angry and refused to let go no matter what.Even though the pain of the wound brought tears to his eyes, he refused to show weakness.

Sun Sheng squeezed Tang Zhao's fingers, and was about to use force, when he heard the voice above his head: "Actually, I'm curious, how did you catch him? This kid is not bad."

Sun Sheng said in surprise: "He? Strength? He has the strength of a fart, so he has a little more strength. His fists and feet are not as good as those of a seven or eight-year-old child."

The judge laughed and said: "Really? So weak? Boy, have you lost your capital? Remember to find it if you lose it, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Tang Zhao grunted in pain. Of course he knew what the judge was talking about. Even the code words could not be called code words. As long as there is one of his two weapons, it will not be...

Sun Sheng said: "Hey, what do you think? I believe you are a hero. As long as you agree, I will return him to you as soon as I leave the villa. I won't delay your business."

The judge said: "I think this is better—use your teeth."

Sun Sheng was stunned for a moment, and his arm hurt sharply, but it was Tang Zhao who bit through his flesh with his mouth. He let go of the pain, and Tang Zhao had already landed on the ground, rolling down on the spot, down a few steps.

But that's all, Tang Zhao didn't continue to flee.

The basement was extremely dark. Even though Sun Sheng had good eyesight and was used to the darkness, he could only see Tang Zhao lying on the steps, breathing heavily, as if panting.

Sun Sheng was in a hurry, and fearing that he would slip away and ruin his important business, he rushed down the steps to catch him.

At this time, Tang Zhao turned over and jumped at him instead.

Sun Sheng could only see the outline, and couldn't tell what the move was. The Eagle Claw Kung Fu made a move, and with sharp fingers, he grabbed Tang Zhao.

He is outstanding in lightness kung fu, and his movements are extremely fast, ahead of Tang Zhao...

"boom--"

Before he could reach his body, he was hit on the head, and he was thrown backwards and fell on the steps.

what?
This time it was Sun Sheng who was stunned. Apart from the heavy blow, he only felt severe pain on his face, and his face was covered with sticky liquid.

Blood……

He is bleeding!
Sun Sheng let out a strange cry, turned around and ran, the inexplicable attack made him frightened, and he didn't dare to turn around and fight.

The darker, the more unknown, the more fearful.

He wanted to run, but Tang Zhao didn't let him go, and took a step to sweep away.

laugh--

There was the sound of hitting again, Sun Sheng staggered a bit, and ran up crazily.

He has been famous for his lightness kungfu for decades, and his body skills are still superior to claw skills. If he really runs around, Tang Zhao will never catch up with him. Even if he moves around in a room, he can make Tang Zhao a piece of clothing. I can't even touch the corner.

But there is no space here, there is only one road, and it has an end.

When he climbed to the top, he saw the fence that he had closed tightly with his own hands.

There is a faint light from outside the fence, and there are infinite ways out there, but the cast iron railings block everything, like a dungeon.

Just when he was desperate and was about to turn around and fight trapped beasts, another heavy blow hit him on the back.

"boom--"

His whole body was photographed hanging from the fence.

Do not……

This is not the power of youth!
Regardless of whether it is three years, five years or even ten years of training, it is impossible to develop such strength!

Why does he...

bang bang-

Tang Zhao held his breath, stood on the steps under the fence and struck out with a sword, his ears were full of muffled bang bang bang bang, and he didn't have any sword skills.

Sun Sheng had a scream at the beginning, but then it fell silent, or was covered by the sound of the beating.

"Okay—"

A hand stretched in between the two railings and pinched the wooden sword.

The unstoppable magic weapon stopped, even if Tang Zhao didn't take the initiative to stop immediately, it stopped completely in that hand.

Finally, Tang Zhao withdrew his strength, the wooden sword stopped completely, and his gaze was fixed on that hand.

There was a familiar gleam on that hand.

Gang gas.

Extending from that hand, outside the grille is a familiar mask.

The mask has no expression, only a very calm voice can be heard.

"I can't see it, you are quite violent."

Tang Zhao was taken aback, the masked man twisted the fire with his other hand, and the real fire lit up.

The light of Gang Qi is similar to the talisman light in the magic weapon. It is a very subtle light source. It can be seen by Tang Zhao at a glance, just like seeing the magic weapon he dropped on the underground steps at a glance, but it doesn't seem to be the same. It cannot illuminate the surroundings, let alone keep warm.

So, when the real light shines, Tang Zhaocai saw Sun Sheng.

Sun Sheng was lying on the fence in a strange posture, like a bug with a broken leg. Half of his monkey-cheeked face was bloodstained, with terror, shock and even despair remaining.

Tang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

When he first started, he actually couldn't see the other person's expression, and even the human figure was blurred. He didn't even feel that he was hitting someone, but felt that he was hitting a sandbag in the shape of a human being, so he kept hitting. Keep hitting, keep hitting...

But if in the place where the light shines, he sees the blood flowing like a river, and sees the frightened and desperate face, would he still draw the sword like this crazily?

Even if he hates him for hurting himself and wants to fight back, it will not be a continuous, repeated, and meaningless beating.

This is not what he should do with "people" in his heart.

Tang Zhao didn't expect to have something to do with violence, but slashing people crazily in the dungeon can be regarded as a crazy tiger.

Once immersed in the darkness, losing the senses that help him judge, losing the ability to discern, he also loses control.

"Fortunately, what you found was a wooden sword. If it were another one, it would already be in pieces."

"I……"

Am I violent?

"Take it."

The judge stuffed the fire folder into Tang Zhao's hand, and the real flame was burning in his hand, so he could feel the warmth.

All the feeling came back.Sight, smell, touch, emotion, thinking, and his real sense of existence.

The fence is loose and the exit is open.

The judge first dragged the dying Sun Sheng out.

The entrance of the passage suddenly became wider, and under the firelight, the bloodstains on the magic weapon were mottled, witnessing the fierce battle just now.

No matter how unreal he felt just now, everything will eventually return to reality.

"Medicine, apply it yourself. The wound on the leg sometimes kills people."

Tang Zhao took the medicine bottle that was thrown and lowered his head to apply the medicine to himself.

The part of the leg that was stabbed still bled profusely, and there was another stinging pain when the medicine powder was applied to the wound. Tang Zhao grinned, thinking again of the powerless pain of being controlled and hurt, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated.

There were rustlings outside, not knowing what the judge was doing, so I heard him say: "Get out of the way, this seat is about to come down."

Tang Zhao supported the wall and went down a few steps. His leg injury made it difficult for him to use his strength, but he could barely walk. He suddenly asked, "Huh? Can you come down? Is the stone still hanging? How did the mechanism solve it?"

The judge said: "No problem for now. By the way, you haven't killed anyone, have you?"

Tang Zhao said, "No."

The judge said: "Then you are lucky, you don't have to kill anyone this time. He is still alive. I will kill you for you."

(End of this chapter)