Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 30
Hong Shou raised his head, with fiery red rays streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Looking at the female corpse with black hair covering the sky, the momentum became more and more frightening.

Bow!

Build up!

Get out!

Clang——

The red horse sprang up from the ground, and wherever it passed, the ground shattered and collapsed like a raging wave, and the tiles of the surrounding houses were rattling.

"Hong Shou, if it's really about who lives and who dies, then it must be me who lives and you die!" The ground shook endlessly, countless bricks and rocks exploded and flew, the female corpse took the initiative to face the difficulties, turned into a black meteor, and smashed through the air.

In mid-air, the black knife collided with the sharp claw!
clang--

At the moment of the collision, the huge sound wave was like thunder, and the sound shook the whole field, rumbling, and the sparks produced were even more dazzling, shining on the night sky.

boom!
Li Fang fell back and plowed out a trench of more than ten meters.

Seeing his hands cracked and sharp claws crushed, his face changed slightly, and he looked solemnly at the burly and majestic figure walking slowly in the heavy smoke.

Now that he is blessed with various powers, he is no different from a Li-level monster, and can even circulate the blood of the human race. The warrior's attack has weakened him by more than a little, but even so, his palm was still chopped into two pieces, black and white. Hair healing is also extremely slow.

"Shouldn't this old guy be old and frail?" Li Fang's quiet face became grim and distorted, "Why are you still so brave!?"

call!
The long wind howled, and the figure in the dust mist suddenly accelerated, breaking through the dust like a flood beast, and approaching Li Fang in an instant.

"Roar!!"

The Yin wind howled, and the roar of fury exploded in Hong Shou's ears.

"Grinning your teeth, looking for death!"

Li Fang's waist was violently restrained, and his whole body was driven by this force, and he fell to the ground fiercely like a green onion.

bang bang bang-

The fiery red iron fist fell like a violent storm. Li Fang was so suppressed that he had no power to fight back. He could only protect his head with his fists and block with all his might.

"Why don't you fight back, get up and hit me!" Although Hong Shou was old, he was still unparalleled in courage. He stared at the tiger and said, "Isn't this what you have always wanted to prove! Come! Prove it to me!!"

"Go away!!"

Li Fang bared his fangs, he could only vent his unwillingness by roaring.

At this time, Hong Shou's back suddenly sank, and his limbs were restrained.

He turned his head and saw that his limbs and joints had been entangled with hair at some point, he frowned, his whole body was full of energy and blood, and the silk thread was instantly burned to the ground.

But it was in this gap that Li Fang was finally able to breathe, shook Hong Shou away in front of him, and used his unique physical strength to counterattack.

"Oh, arrogance!!"

Hong Shou yelled loudly, and the big red hand flashed out in an instant!
The two fought each other with fists, entangled and fought, and roared endlessly, causing more and more noise and momentum, smashing through the wall and destroying the surrounding houses.

…………

On the other side, Han Zhong swallowed the throbbing blood in his throat, quickly adjusted his state, and suppressed all the physical injuries.

But as time went by, his footsteps were sloppy, his face became paler, and even traces of blood began to ooze from the sealed wound.

The blood from the neck was flowing to his chest, and the broken knife was still hanging around his neck at this moment, and he wanted to take it but was afraid of bleeding from the wound.

In the end, he could only retreat and break off the handle and tip of the knife, leaving a thin and short blade stuck on the wound on his neck.

After doing all this, Han Zhong was so tired that double images appeared in front of his eyes.

The injury is too severe.

His qi and blood have been exhausted, if there is no remedy and he allows the blood in his body to be lost, he may really die here!
Damn it, how did the plan end up like this?
Obviously everything has been done...

Han Zhong was not reconciled, he was suffocated by the accumulated depression.

With the allies standing by and the master returning to the village early, the plan I had imagined was developing in an irreversible direction.

"Han Zhong?!"

Suddenly, the door creaked open in the distance, and the old Langzhong wearing a sheep felt hat poked his head out and saw the seriously injured Han Zhong at a glance.

Seeing this, Han Zhong's pale cheeks showed joy.

"Master Zhang, I'm looking for you, hurry up and save me."

The old man looked around and found that there was no ghost coming, so he walked out of the gate cautiously and helped Han Zhong up.

"How did you get hurt like this... Hey, it hurts so badly!"

Taking a closer look, the old man took a sharp breath.

"The weird one in the ancestral hall is too strong, but fortunately, it has been beheaded by me, but the injury is a bit serious..."

Han Zhong smiled wryly, trying to show a warm smile, but his scratched throat was hoarse and ugly, coupled with this smile, he felt inexplicably horrified.

The old doctor who didn't know why, was in awe.

"The weirdness in the ancestral hall was actually beheaded by you. It's really amazing. Come, come, follow me into the house, and I will help you stop the bleeding first!"

He hurriedly helped Han Zhong into the house, and began to rummage through the bottles and jars. He picked up all the herbs that could stop the bleeding quickly.

While applying medicine to bandage Han Zhong, he said: "Now these herbs can only relieve your injury for the time being. If you want to cure it, I'm afraid..."

"Can I still connect my hand?"

Han Zhong looked at the wound on Qi's wrist and asked quickly.

"Well, unless you can find the broken palm, there is nothing the genius doctor can do while he is alive." The old doctor looked at the wound and said bluntly: "I am just a barefoot doctor. I can stabilize your injury and stop it from getting serious. It’s the biggest thing.”

When Han Zhong heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Immediately, he smiled weakly: "It's okay, just do your best, and I'll go to the town for treatment later. By the way, do you have any medicinal materials for replenishing blood qi here? Give me some medicines to replenish blood qi."

Han Zhong didn't plan to stay in the village any longer. Hong Shou had already returned to the village. It would be a matter of time before the lies were exposed. As long as he stabilized his injuries and recovered some blood, he would leave immediately and escape from the foggy forest.

Anyway, how Li Fang became deceitful, he saw every step clearly, found a place to hide his name again, and then secretly planned.

When the time comes, I might not be able to become the second person who has transformed, and this mutilated body will not be so important at that time.

As for those old Lang who knew his last trace...

There was a ray of murderous intent hidden in Han Zhongwen's gentle face.

The old man clapped his hands, and his white eyebrows loosened: "It's a coincidence that the people in the village have lost their energy. I have boiled several soups here to enrich blood and remove essence. Let's go and see if it is ready."

After finishing speaking, the old doctor opened the wooden door of the back room, and a complex smell mixed with various herbs came blowing in the breeze.

The orange tongue of fire licked the bottom of the medicine jar, and the lid pressed against the steaming heat, making the sound of steam colliding.

A dull figure was mechanically fanning the bamboo fan, even if the medicinal juice splashed out, there was no reaction, as if he was a walking dead.

Han Zhong frowned, and saw who was fanning the medicine.

"Why is he here?"

(End of this chapter)