This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 681
According to the confessions of those thieves, Tianquan chased him to a desolate place in the outskirts. There were dilapidated houses everywhere, leaving many traces of people living there.

Tianquan guessed that this place should be the ruins of a certain village, but the villagers have all moved here for some reason, leaving these houses is perfect for hiding people.

Tianquan stepped into it cautiously, amidst the ruins, only the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, there were about a dozen houses here, and he checked them one by one from the beginning.

When he reached the middle part, he suddenly discovered that Tianquan found some dried charcoal in the room. He bent down to check the traces, and he could roughly infer from them that there were people who stayed here before yesterday. .

Tianquan picked up a handful of charcoal and crushed it in his hand, sinking his heart to think carefully, and right behind him, on the wall in a corner of the house, a figure holding a dagger was staring at him motionlessly.

Maybe it was because the eyes were too sharp, or maybe Tianquan's good luck broke out again. He caught the killing intent hidden in the air in an instant, so he turned his head suddenly.

At this moment, the killer who was leaning on the wall jumped down, and the short knife in his hand went straight to Tianquan's face.

"who!"

Tianquan shouted in shock, and at the same time drew out the sword behind him and stabbed at the opponent. Unexpectedly, this person was a dead man. body.

"Well!"

Tianquan snorted, and at the last moment he turned sideways urgently, causing the short knife to deviate from the initial trajectory, and finally pierced into his shoulder.

At the same time, Tianquan's sword pierced through the opponent's chest, killing the killer immediately.

Tianquan threw the killer away forcefully, and immediately tapped the acupuncture points on his shoulders to stop the bleeding for now. He held his shoulders with a heavy expression on his face. This was a trap, and he could tell.

But before Tianquan could figure out how to deal with it, the enemies hidden in the dark showed up one after another. Under the bed, behind the earthen wall, and above the stove, all of a sudden, the small room was full of expressionless faces holding short knives killer.

Tianquan's eyes froze, he gritted his teeth and switched the sword to his left hand. Just now the assassin stabbed him in the right shoulder. Half of his martial arts skills were above swordsmanship, but now he was forced to use his strength.

These killers don't know the morals of the world, Tianquan's injury is fatal, which is exactly what they want, and at this moment, several people came to kill with knives.

Tianquan gritted his teeth, first lowered his body and lifted up the tables, chairs, pots and bowls with a sweeping leg, blocking the killer on this side, and then stomped down with his feet, and with the force of the shock, his body retreated violently. Then he knocked over the assassin behind him with his left shoulder.

The two rolled into a ball on the ground, Tianquan took the opportunity to send out the sword in his left hand, and with a flick of the sword finger, the sword light flashed like thunder, and it flashed across the necks of the other two killers, causing their blood to flow like a spring, and they died on the spot.

As for himself, he made two moves with the killer on the ground, then snatched the short knife from the opponent's hand, and inserted his backhand into the killer's chest.

The splattered blood stained his robe red, before Tianquan heaved a sigh of relief, the two killers who had been blocked by him with debris and dust charged towards him again.

At this moment, he was unarmed and unable to use his right arm, so he had to choose the lesser of two evils. He slapped the chest of the attacker on the left with his left hand, knocking him into the air, while he himself was stabbed by the killer on the right. .

The knife cut on his already injured right shoulder made his injury worse, but Tianquan showed extraordinary endurance. After knocking over one of them, he turned his left hand and caught the other arm, and competed for the dagger in his hand.

The man couldn't break free from Tianquan, so he simply dropped the dagger in his hand, lowered his body, hugged Tianquan's waist with a swoop, and pushed him out of the room.

The two rolled around on the ground for several times, the killer was pressed down by Tianquan, and then he tapped his fingers, sealing his acupoints.

At this point, Tianquan finally dealt with all the assassins in ambush in the room. Panting for breath, he asked the last killer: "Who appointed you, why did you kill me!"

The man's mouth was tightly shut and he didn't say a word, his dull eyes sent chills down Tianquan's spine.

"Amitabha."

Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, a voice came from a distance, Tianquan immediately stood up, and with a move with his left hand, he called the sword from the room into his palm.

He stared warily at the black-faced monk standing three feet away, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The black-faced monk clasped his hands together, and said calmly, "These people have all had their tongues cut out, they can't speak, and they are called dumb slaves. The Taoist leader doesn't need to bother anymore."

As soon as Tianquan's face changed, he immediately became gloomy. The monk's words had already revealed his identity. If he guessed right, this was another remnant of the Fox Immortal Tower.

When Tianquan was silent, he saw the black-faced monk slowly stepping forward again, and while the true energy was dissipating, the purple-gold light round around him began to flicker.

Seeing this familiar scene, there was no doubt in Tianquan's mind. He only had one question: "Is Miss Xu's disappearance a trap deliberately set by you?"

The black-faced monk didn't say a word, but his footsteps suddenly changed. He let go of his folded hands in front of his chest, and his figure turned into a swift shadow. A bright light condensed in his palm, like a flower bud blooming. The tearing wind sounded like a scream.

The power in the palm surprised Tianquan, he immediately sacrificed his sword and went forward, but unexpectedly, the palm force was like a five-element mountain, knocking the invincible sword away.

Seeing that the iron palm was about to blast Tianquan to death on the spot, at a critical juncture, Tianquan desperately turned his whole body's power, condensing all his true energy between his fingers, he threw the three-inch sword light into the air, and then a meteor fell from the sky, unexpectedly It's the True Qi Condensing Sword.

The black-faced monk also looked slightly startled, he came to tear the wind with his palm, and slapped on the great sword of true energy, but was relieved by seven points of strength after blocking it.

The purple-gold light wheel around the monk's body swirled and spread, and the zhenqi condensed like a sharp blade, cutting off the huge sword of zhenqi at the waist, the black-faced monk took a step forward, and finally landed on Tianquan's chest with his palm.

Tianquan was beaten so badly that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards suddenly, slid three feet in the air, and then landed and rolled several times before stopping.

"Cough, cough cough!" Tianquan struggled with difficulty, even though the sword took [-]% of the strength off the opponent's palm, it still caused him serious injuries.

The black-faced monk came step by step and stopped in front of Tianquan. He sighed: "The fractal sword is the deepest and most powerful move of Qingcheng Yujian Jue. You can use it at your age. This kind of talent is the most powerful move in my life. The most I have ever seen makes Master Yushu have an extraordinary vision."

Tianquan didn't expect this sudden praise, he raised his eyes slightly, hooked the corner of his mouth, even though he was defeated, he didn't change his momentum, he just felt a little regretful, there were still many wishes unfulfilled, and he was about to die here .

Seeing his clear smile without fear, the black-faced monk couldn't help being slightly moved: "What a pity."

After pondering for a while, the black-faced monk shook his head, his complexion returned to normal, and then slapped him hard.

(End of this chapter)