Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 37 037, full of evil

Bang bang!

A gunshot that was heavier than a military flintlock rifle sounded.

Zhao Mengshan's arm suddenly exploded with a large cloud of blood, splashing blood and flesh.

Even if he is a seventh-rank master, and he has practiced Tiger Claw Kungfu, the bones and muscles of his arms are much tougher and denser than ordinary people. Even if a ninth-rank warrior swings his knife with all his strength, it may not be able to cut off his bones. , but under the close-range bombardment of this pair of heavy muskets, he was still blasted through the arm muscles and broke the forearm bone.

If it wasn't for his high external strength, the muscles and tendons trembled at the same time when he crossed the arm, the entire forearm would probably be blown away.

But even so, his forearm hangs limply, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh connected, which can be regarded as completely useless.

Zhao Mengshan yelped in pain, without saying a word, bent his knees, jumped up, and flew straight out of the big hole in the roof of the secret room that was blasted.

His internal organs were injured, his left arm was disabled, and his condition fell to the bottom of the valley, almost disabled, and he seemed afraid of fighting.

Shen Lang was afraid that he would run away and ask for help, so he didn't have time to reload the ammunition, so he put away his two guns, showed his iron sword, stamped his feet on the ground, and then jumped up.

But as soon as he jumped out of the hole in the roof of the secret room, before his feet set foot on the ground of the practice hall, a gust of evil wind hit his face.

However, after Zhao Mengshan jumped out of the underground secret room, he did not run away, but leaned on the edge of the big hole, and when he saw Shen Lang rushing out, he used his good right hand to perform the Tiger Claw Kung Fu, squeezing the rest of his energy, and clawed at Shen Lang's face with all his strength. .

His strength has been greatly reduced, but even so, if this claw is firmly grasped, it is enough to catch Shen Lang's face.

Faced with this sudden attack, Shen Lang, who had known the power of Zhao Mengshan's tiger claws for a long time and had been specially trained in Xiaozhao's cat boxing, had already become quicker in his reactions. Immediately, without thinking about it, a thick hardwood chopping board appeared in front of him out of thin air. .

Bang!
A tiger claw that Zhao Mengshan counterattacked with all his strength was grabbing the hardwood chopping board, planing the chopping board to pieces and sending sawdust flying.

Although the chopping board, which was so thick and hard that a bone cutter could not cut it through with one blow, looked super fierce, but Zhao Mengshan's heart was already half-cooled.

After this blow with all his strength, his visceral injuries have been affected, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose again, and he is no longer able to launch the same ferocious attack!
Seeing that Shen Lang had jumped out completely, with his feet on the ground, Zhao Mengshan didn't think about it, and without turning his body, he pointed his toes and flew back towards Shen Lang.

But just as he landed and flew back, a slender skull that seemed to be carved from white jade appeared beside Shen Lang out of thin air, it was Xiaogu.

Seeing that his missing treasure reappeared, and even turned into a "living creature", Zhao Mengshan was shocked and angry.

But just now when Qiqing showed his face, Xiaogu opened his mouth once, and a gust of wind swept across Zhao Mengshan's body in an instant.

With Zhao Mengshan's current state, it was not enough to resist Xiaogu's "Yinfeng Burial".

But the glow of water from the golden silk soft armor on his body greatly reduced the power of the Yinfeng Burial. It only made Zhao Mengshan tremble and shivered, but it didn't paralyze his muscles and make him unable to move.

But even just this trembling stopped Zhao Mengshan's back-flying posture, and a momentary flaw appeared.

It's just a flaw in this moment.

Shen Lang, who was extremely focused, raised his sword, burst out, and drew his sword.

Zheng!
The sword sounded.

A beam of cold light went straight forward, like a moth fluttering towards a flame, like lightning in a rainy night, with boiling murderous intent, it swept ten steps straight, piercing Zhao Mengshan's throat.

Ten steps, one kill, Baihong pierces the sun!
At the juncture of life and death, Zhao Mengshan seemed to have broken through a certain bottleneck. Suddenly his spiritual aperture opened wide and his spiritual sense soared. He instantly realized that the sword was inevitable, and when there was no time left, he raised his right hand horizontally, pinched out his claws, and blocked it in front of his neck. , with the palm turned outward, facing the tip of the sword.

puff!
There was a flash of blood, and a cold light hit Zhao Mengshan's palm.

Zhao Mengshan let out a low growl spurting blood, and at the same time that his palm was tingling, he joined his five fingers together and made a sudden mistake.

clang!
Amidst the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, sparks flashed, and the blade of the long sword was snapped off by his claws.

Zhao Mengshan maintained the posture in front of his clawed neck, and the broken sword blade embedded in his palm was continuously dripping with blood.

His face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Shen Lang intently, as if phlegm was stuck in his throat, he asked vaguely:

"You... are... who... why did you... kill me?"

Shen Lang pointed his sword at the ground and stared at Zhao Mengshan.

He had prepared a lot of rhetoric, and he wanted to say it to express his feelings at the time of the decisive battle.

For example, I killed you to seek justice for those poor girls who died innocently at your hands.

For another example, if a murderer is always killed, if you wantonly kill someone for fun, I will kill you to comfort the wronged soul.

Or, do you think that if you have a brother-in-law, you can really cover the sky with one hand and do whatever you want?In this world, there are still chivalrous men who cry out against injustice, defy power, and draw their swords in anger!

But when the matter came to an end, none of the rhetoric that had been conceived was said.

It was a fight to the death before.In the death struggle where rabbits rise and fall, instantaneous changes and reversals, and life and death hang in the balance, there is no time to turn one's thoughts, and every action is almost instinctive, so how can there be a chance to speak?
But at this moment, with the killing intent in his heart pouring out in that lore sword, after a brief absence, Shen Lang, who has recovered, has lost the mood to speak.

So, he only raised his chin slightly, looked at Zhao Mengshan with contempt and disgust, and said lightly:

"You live and waste food."

"..."

Zhao Mengshan's eyes were bulging, and a blush of anger appeared on his pale cheeks, but in his throat, he could only make a messy hoo hoo sound, and when his lips opened and closed slightly, there was only a lot of blood gushing out.

He is worthy of being a martial artist of the seventh rank.

Survival and self-rescue at the critical moment of life and death are indeed done quite beautifully.

Not only did he successfully block the blade with his palm crossed at the moment of life and death, but when the blade pierced through his palm, he even broke the blade with his tiger claw hands, but...

He underestimated the power of Shen Lang's killing sword.

"White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" is originally an explosive killing sword that condenses the energy and spirit of the whole body. Shen Lang, who has strengthened his agility, also possesses an instant explosive power that far exceeds his actual state.

So when Zhao Mengshan broke off the blade, the tip of the sword that penetrated his palm had penetrated into his throat and deeply pierced into his neck.

To be able to utter a word vaguely when receiving such a fatal injury is already considered a warrior who has achieved great success in "refining viscera", and his vitality is strong enough and tenacious.

But by this time, Zhao Mengshan's life had come to an end.

He shook twice, with a face full of despair and unwillingness, he collapsed powerlessly to the ground, spitting blood at the mouth and swallowing his last breath convulsively.

Seeing this "little master" whose martial arts are enough to crush him, under his careful arrangements, finally full of evil, Shen Lang couldn't help exhaling a foul breath, only to feel that the dark clouds that had been suppressed in his heart for several days had finally been swept away In the sky, the mood suddenly cleared up.

But now there is no time to comprehend the state of mind.

The explosion was so loud that the entire Zhao Mansion was alarmed.

Although it took less than half a minute from Shen Lang's appearance to Zhao Mengshan's death, at this moment there were already panicked shouts, and they were rushing towards the practice hall.

Without any hesitation, Shen Lang put away the small bones, unleashed the broken sword nailed to Zhao Mengshan's palm and throat, and cut off his half-disabled left arm studded with lead bullets at the elbow with another sword, earning some fine pens space.

After peeling off Zhao Mengshan's golden silk soft armor, and even tidying up the large chopping board fragments in an orderly and fast manner, Shen Lang just released Xiao Zhao, and he himself entered the fine brush space.

Xiao Zhao picked up a fine brush, and quickly jumped towards the transom hole.When passing by the low couch where Zhao Mengshan was meditating, it suddenly caught a glimpse of a scroll on the low couch. The unfolded corner of the scroll seemed to be a boxing manual?
Xiao Zhao immediately turned a corner along the road, and jumped over the low couch.

When it jumped over the low couch, it lowered its head a little, and the fine pen in its mouth immediately touched the scroll.

The scroll didn't disappear.

But there is a cold moon light like a scanning light, emanating from the tip of the pen and sweeping across the scroll.

After that, Xiao Zhao didn't stay any longer, and flew all the way to the bottom of the transom hole, pedaled a few times along the vertical wall, jumped up the transom, and rushed out of the hall.

Just when it jumped to the big tree facing the transom outside the exercise hall, the door of the exercise hall opened with a bang, and several servants rushed in in a panic, and saw the messy hall at a glance. Young Master Zhao whose body was lying on the ground.

All the servants froze, and suddenly burst into cold sweat, and then they all collapsed on the ground:
"Master..."

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)