Montenegro

Chapter 19
Boom! !
The two shot almost at the same time.

To be precise, because of the injury and the layer of frost on his arm, Zhang Shun was a step slower in his attack.

Yan Jishun followed his body's instinct to strike, the layers of muscles in his right arm twitched and knotted, his five fingers became claws, as if they had grown an inch out of thin air, the fingertips were raised and sharp, and with a phantom of a rushing angry dog, he grabbed Zhang Shun's head.

Both of them are at the level of leather and flesh, and their martial arts have also reached the level of entering the room.

However, one person has been recharging his energy for a long time, while the other person has been seriously injured and fought fiercely for a long time. One increase and one decrease, the result is needless to say.

Yan Ji hit Zhang Shun's head with one claw, and half of his five fingers sank into it.

However, what he didn't expect was that Zhang Shun didn't care about it, as if his head was not his own, and he didn't show a trace of pain on his face, and struck his chest with an eagle claw.

"drink!"

Yan Ji also showed a fierce look in his eyes, shouted loudly, and slammed his right hand into Zhang Shun's head.

At this time, Zhang Shun's eagle claws also drew five long bloodstains on Yan Ji's chest, and his fingertips brought up the broken flesh and blood on Yan Ji's chest.

"Okay! Come again!"

Yan Ji yelled again, the pain aroused his ferocity and anger, he only felt his strength suddenly skyrocketed.

He used Nugou Claws in the same way as Nugou Jue, with his hands clasping his shoulders and the other locking his throat.

Zhang Shun also used the eagle claws to grab Yan Ji's throat.

The two only attacked but not defended. They fought each other with hundreds of moves, and the surrounding area was in a mess. Even the walls of the street were smashed several times by the two of them.

However, Zhang Shun's condition was too bad after all, Yan Ji found the right opportunity in the end, and hugged him directly with his whole body, wrapped his arms around his neck, smashed his brain from the broken part of his skull with the other hand Come out and die unwillingly.

During this process, Zhang Shun hit Zhang Shun hard on his back three times, and his spine was even split open.

"Fortunately, it didn't break completely, otherwise it would be troublesome."

After Yan Ji absorbed the corpses of Zhang Shun and Yang Yanxin with a black card, he took some herbs orally and applied externally to heal his wounds. He lay flat on the ground with his mouth grinning, the muscles on his face twitching in pain.

Fortunately, the Samsung copy card can last for twelve hours, otherwise, with his original small body, he might not be able to survive the subsequent injuries.

You must know that after using the Samsung copy card, his body size has swelled a lot just from the appearance, not to mention that his actual physical fitness has improved by dozens of times.

It's no wonder that real warriors of the skin and flesh realm don't pay attention to ordinary people who haven't formed an army. This kind of physical fitness is completely like a little superman.

For ordinary people with this kind of injury, let alone fighting, it is estimated that it would be difficult to move, but Yan Ji felt that if he wanted to, fighting for another three hundred rounds would not be a problem.

"It's no wonder Zhang Shun is so hardy, it turns out he has talent, and it's a survival type talent!"

Yan Ji took a look at his harvest, especially Zhang Shun's panel, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. You must know that the root bone warrior had no talent before, but he met Zhang Shun.

Talent: life storage (capable of accumulating the heat and vitality that is emitted on weekdays)
Although the introduction is very simple, judging from Zhang Shun's performance before, we know how powerful this talent is, at least it is very abnormal for first- and second-level warriors.

One must know that Zhang Shun turned into this ghost after being hit by Huang Ke's tiger sword technique, and in the end he was able to fight to this level with two warriors of the same rank and level. One can imagine how powerful this talent is.

After resting for a while, Yan Ji searched out all the medicinal materials and silver from all the corpses. The silver was about 200 taels, and the medicinal materials were worth about 700 taels.

In just one night, Yan Ji gained nearly 3000 taels of silver in assets, several times more than the wealth accumulated by the original owner's ancestors for generations.

"Sure enough, horses don't get fat without night grass, and people don't get rich without windfall."

Yan Ji licked his lips, first wrapped these things with a piece of black cloth, then found a big tree with dense branches and leaves outside the town, hung them up, and marked them under the tree.

He then cremated the bodies in a shop that was being looted and burned.

Finally, he went into a cloth shop, took some black cloth and clothes, then took off his bloody and filthy clothes and burned them, and found the nearest stream and jumped in to wash his body and wounds. The wound on the chest was wrapped with cloth to stop the bleeding, and then he put on his underwear.

It took him nearly half an hour to deal with all this.

Although there is still a lot of time left for copying the card, Yan Ji didn't think about reaping any benefits, and planned to honestly rely on the healing ability of the skin and flesh warriors to assist some medicinal materials in healing.

After using the Samsung copy card, his body shape changed too much the day after tomorrow. If he went to Huang Ke at this time or was discovered by someone from the black village, he would inevitably suspect something.

Whether it is doubting what kind of treasure he is carrying, or suspecting that he has hidden his strength before, it is not good for him.

It is in his best interest to change slowly and little by little afterwards.

Yan Ji came to the gate of the town, found a big tree to lean against, and then took out the yellow paper of the Black Mountain Demon Scripture that Huang Ke gave him and read it.

Fortunately, this body was also taught to read and write by his parents since he was a child, otherwise he would not be able to understand the Black Mountain Magic Sutra.

Black, cruel and merciless.

Mountains have boundless power.

Demons can do whatever they want.

The scriptures are supreme.

Those who study the Black Mountain Magic Sutra should have the great strength to move mountains, the great supernatural power to fill the sea, the great perseverance to chase the sun, and the great courage to reach the stars.

"Very good! I don't have any of these."

Seeing the opening chapter of the Black Mountain Magic Sutra, Yan Ji immediately gave the martial arts the death penalty.

But he continued to read.

Those who want to practice the Black Mountain Magic Sutra must not enter the realm of skin and flesh, and practice in the cold pool of black water on the first day, feel the icy coldness of the black water, and practice in the mountains on the second day, feel the heaviness and vastness of the mountains, On the third day, I practiced kung fu among the piles of corpses, feeling the horror of death and chilling my heart.

The three practiced alternately for one month. If you persevere and practice the Black Mountain Demon Physique and enter the skin-flesh realm, the Demon Sutra will be considered.

Afterwards, the words on the yellow paper are some methods of tempering the flesh and blood, although it is different from other martial arts, it is more clever.

But these are all with the help of tempering methods and some previous conditions, and the degree of pain is several times more severe, Yan Ji's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

Yan Ji sat under the tree and thought for a long time.

"Although I can use the black card to be a trash who eats and waits to die, but if I want to live better in this world and beat others to death instead of being beaten to death like tonight, I still have to be harder on myself .

"This is the first time and the last time. In fact, if possible, I would like to be a waste who only relies on black cards."

He looked at the sky and sighed.

(End of this chapter)