Medical Slaughter Saint Immortal

Chapter 24 The situation subsides

"That idiot."

Brother Blood Worshiper held his wound and cursed viciously.

But Bai Shu did shake his head.

"Don't scold him. I wouldn't have let you go. The result would be the same if he was stupid or not."

Bai Shu rolled up his sleeves while talking, looked coldly at the wounded patient in front of him, and remembered how arrogant he was in Bai's house.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry. I swore not to kill anyone, so I won't kill you. I will even heal your wounds after subduing you, so that you can live well."

Bai Shu hung the silver needle around his waist, then raised his fists with a smile on his face.

On the other hand, the senior brother of the Blood Worship Cult sneered.

"Oh? Hehehekekeke, would you be so merciful?"

After hearing his words, Bai Shu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Mercy? Me? Hahahaha! You may have misunderstood something."

"I'm a doctor. I know how to save people efficiently, and I know how to kill people quickly. I also know how to make people bear the greatest pain without being seriously injured, or even dying."

"And you not only threatened my father, but also your sect has no conscience. I don't have the slightest mercy for people like you. After tonight, death may become something you dream of."

Hearing Bai Shu's words, Senior Brother Blood Worshiped shivered involuntarily, he didn't think the other party was lying.

"You bastard. How dare you say that we have no conscience? How good are you yourself?"

He put on that strange crocodile gauntlet, and looked at Bai Shu coldly.

And Bai Shu looked at him coldly.

"I have a clear conscience."

The two looked at each other, and the air became heavy, making it hard to breathe.

It seems that something is brewing, and it is about to explode!
On the other side, Songsong held two knives and fought furiously with the two wounded.

You have to know that Songsong is the second level of qi. Although he is practicing [Chen Xing Jue], the gap in realm is too big after all, and even one against two.

However, judging from the battle situation, she still has the upper hand!

The little man's wrist was pierced and disabled, and he screamed and retreated repeatedly. Another seriously injured woman was also cut with bloodstains all over her body under the light of the loose knife!
At this moment, they were in chaos, and they were thrown into disarray by Song Song's anger and roar. Even though they were stronger, they still couldn't overwhelm the crazy figure in front of them.

On Bai Shu's side, there was no longer a stalemate. Seeing that the opponent still didn't make a move, Bai Shu chose to attack first!

"call!"

The fist wrapped in Yuehua came with a piercing cold wind, this punch was simple and direct!But it is powerful!
"Humph!"

Brother Blood Worshiper snorted coldly and raised his hand to fist!

The two fists collided together like bulls, one side was soaked with scarlet blood, and the other side set off a violent cold wind.

Bai Shu's fist collided with the opponent's weird glove, but the imagined scene of bone cracking and bloody flesh did not appear. Instead, the blood-worshiping senior brother let out a muffled groan.

His glove left a row of deep crocodile teeth marks on Bai Shu's fist, but he failed to bite through.

But Bai Shu's fisting style, through the gloves, made his fingers turn purple from the cold, and his bone marrow ached.

"Damn it. I can't use my strength. What kind of exercises did this kid practice?"

One blow tested the depth, Senior Brother Xue Worshiped hurriedly retreated, he knew that if he tried head-on with his current state, he would definitely be exhausted to death!

"[Eternal Frost Art]? Or [Rim Winter Art]. No, it is impossible for a low-level technique to emit such a strong cold air, at least the sixth level!"

He frowned, and took a few steps back, but Bai Shu naturally couldn't allow him to distance himself, raised his legs to follow, and at the same time raised his fist to bombard him again!

Only Bai Shu knew in his heart that his [Xingyun Jue] was created by combining many kung fu methods. Most of the kung fu methods can only choose one direction of training qi and soul or body training, but [Xingyun Jue] takes into account the three and complements each other. !

He has no flaws!

"It's useless, don't run away!"

The shadows of Bai Shu's fists like frost and wind were dense and chaotic. Senior Brother Xue Worshiped felt that what he was facing was not a little ghost, but more like a natural disaster in the winter frost and snow!

He tried his best to raise his fist to block the bombardment, but the glove, which was originally invincible, was useless at this time!Even the opponent's skin can't be broken, and even the marks left behind will soon be restored!
As for his own fists, he gradually lost consciousness under the terrible freezing. His skin seemed to be frozen on the gloves, and a large piece would be torn off every time he shook it. It looked very penetrating. But it didn't hurt at all.

"Damn it! What weird technique did he learn?"

Brother Blood Worshiping teacher became more and more aggrieved as he beat him, and not only his hands, he only felt that there was a gap between his legs.
It seems to be slowly starting to ache.

The pain was very strange, like a phantom pain. The crotch was well protected, and it was not obvious at first, but as Bai Shu punched him more and more, it was like an egg crumbling like a chrysanthemum. The soreness and pain became more and more clear.

It was as if when I was striding forward, someone came from the front and lifted my legs with all my strength.

"Damn you."

The more you fight, the more you will respond!The brother of the Blood Worship Cult's legs gradually tightened, and finally turned into an inner horoscope, unable to walk at all!
Seeing this, Bai Shu smiled sinisterly.

"Oh roar? [Mind Explosion] is working, what is this move called? [Egg Crash, Chrysanthemum Cracking Palm]? Ha! As expected of the martial art given by the mud tower, it is really powerful!"

Bai Shu had an unscrupulous smile on his face, becoming more and more rampant!
[Explosion of mentality] I don't know this move, there are also [Parents don't hurt punch], [Choose to forgive the leg]!
Seeing that the opponent has basically lost the ability to fight, Bai Shu can just use it to try out moves.

He chuckled, opened the [Endless Talisman Bag], and took out a [Diarrhea Talisman].

"Don't give up! It's not over yet!"

Bai Shu roared, and then punched and kicked quickly, creating phantoms.

Brother Blood Worshiping Teacher was already seriously injured, but now the cold air entered his body, he couldn't dodge at all, and ate all the attacks.

But he didn't show physical pain, but his expression was a little distorted.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he suddenly froze in place, as the number of Bai Shu's attacks increased.

He also gradually burst into tears.

"Father, you died because of me cultivating the blood law, the child is guilty!"

The next second, he muttered something, his legs softened suddenly, and he knelt down on the ground.
howled and cried.

"Huh? Are you really an orphan?"

Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, then quickly pricked the silver needle on the opponent's acupuncture point, sealing the movement of aura, and then stuck the [Diarrhea Talisman] on his forehead, and then stopped attacking.

Although Bai Shu was very cautious, the opponent had lost the desire to attack at this time.

He burst into tears, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and had no love in his life.

"Xiaomei, my Xiaomei! Why! Why did you leave me! Why did you fall in love with that little boy! Is it because I can't satisfy you! Ahhhh!"

Brother Blood Worshiper knelt on the ground, crying wantonly, Bai Shu just remembered that the other party seemed to have been dumped
【Choose Forgive Leg】, the effect is outstanding.

He knelt on the ground and cried loudly, and the [Diarrhea Talisman] on his forehead also burned to ashes at this time, and it began to take effect.

"Pfft! Puff tong."

As a burst of pungent fragrance permeated the air, followed by a flood-like muddy and viscous spray sound from the crotch of Senior Brother Blood Worshiper.

Bai Shu's face froze, he didn't expect the effect to be so strong, so he quickly took two steps back, for fear of dirtying his nose.

"Xiaomei! My little beauty!"

"Puff puff puff."

At the beginning, the blood-worshiping senior brother was arrogant and domineering, but now he was crying bitterly while curling up and squatting on the ground, and pulled a bag full of shit.
The sound of spraying and howling mixed together like a symphony, which was very stinky and funny.

He lost. No matter from which aspect, he lost, and he lost completely.

And Bai Shu, who was the winner, also stood in the distance with a complicated mood at this time, not daring to approach.

"There is a problem with this talisman! It must not be used lightly!"

Bai Shu swallowed, feeling extremely shocked, he had never seen such a smooth person in his life.

His enemy has been resolved, Bai Shu no longer cares about the opponent, but turns his attention to Songsong.

At this moment, Songsong had already chopped down the little man, who was lying in a pool of blood, dying, although his body was covered with knife marks, his life was safe.

The only remaining person was also at a disadvantage, his posture was shaking, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold on for long.

As for Songsong, although she was covered in blood, not much of it was her own.

"Did he not kill after all?"

Bai Shu looked at the little man who was lying in a pool of blood. Although there were many stab wounds on his body, none of them were critical, as if Song Song did it deliberately.

Bai Shu seemed to realize something, and became silent.

He quietly watched Song Song violently finish off the last person, and was covered in stab wounds again, but none of them were fatal.

The moonlight draped down like a silver gauze, and the bloodstains all over Song Song's body were shining crystal clear.

When the last person fell, Songsong stopped swinging the double knives.

White mist exhaled from her mouth, and her ears and tail were also soaked in plasma.

Evening wind, very cool, with frost.

Song Song's eyes, blood red, full of madness.

She raised her head slowly and looked around, as if she wanted to see who was still alive, and whether there were any villains who needed to be killed.

Crazy unabated, anger undiminished.

Until he saw the white tree standing not far away.

With moonlight on his body, he quietly looked at his blood-stained, muddy, and terrifying self.

But in his eyes, there was no trace of blame or disgust, but full of worry and pain.

"When was the last time you saw eyes like this?"

Song Song's heartbeat calmed down involuntarily.

The madness faded, the anger dissipated.

Her red eyes gradually became crystal clear, and tears rolled in them.

"White Tree"

Songsong finally came to her senses at this moment, she raised her hands, looked at the blood-soaked blade, and tremblingly threw it on the ground.

"What should I do?"

(End of this chapter)