Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 73 Second Blood
escape!
Run away!
Qing Gu and Huang Su looked flustered, looking back from time to time, hearing the sound of fighting getting closer, their expressions became more and more nervous.

Huang Su was even more angry.

If Qing Gu didn't lure people to the temple, he shouldn't be fine.

In the end, in order to escape for his own life, Qing Gu did not hesitate to divert the water to the east, exposing the White Lotus Sect's sub-rudder, and diverting the firepower for him was damned.

"Two."

After crossing an alley, before he had time to catch his breath, a figure blocked the way:
"Where is this going?"

The person who came was dressed in a long gown, with a treasured sword hanging from his waist, and his figure was not considered strong, but he had a high-spirited spirit, which made people feel heartbroken.

It was Fang Zheng who had been paying attention to the situation on the field.

"Daoist Qinggu."

He looked at Qinggu and stepped closer:

"Didn't the Taoist say that he lived in Narcissus Embankment for a long time, but Fang has been looking there for a long time, but he has never had the chance to meet again."

"Fortunately!"

"Today I can finally meet the Taoist priest."

Ever since he knew that he had fallen under someone else's curse, Fang Zheng thought of the fortune teller he met one day.

However,

The other party knew that the casting of the curse had been revealed, and he never showed up at Narcissus Embankment again, so he could only find out the name of Taoist Qinggu.

"It's you?" Qing Gu stared at Fangzheng, gritted his teeth and said:

"Fang, there is a way in heaven, you don't go, and there is no way in hell, you come and vote, just right..."

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng!"

Four gunshots in a row interrupted Qing Gu's speech.

His body trembled, and he lowered his head slowly, looking at the blood slowly oozing from his body in disbelief, his hands stretched out to grab something.

unfortunately,

He couldn't catch anything.

The whole person fell to the ground, and his consciousness was overwhelmed by endless darkness.

The effective range of the pistol is 50 meters, and the physical body of a three-blood warrior within ten meters cannot stop it, let alone one of the shots hit the center.

There is no chance of escape.

"You really think I'm willing to talk nonsense with you?" Fang said disdainfully:
"It's just a little closer for easy aiming."

As he spoke, he moved the pistol and pointed it at Huang Su, the sparrow in the sky, who was standing still. A hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he spoke softly.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Huang Su's body trembled, his heart shivered, and he didn't realize something was wrong until he regained consciousness.

"Don't be nervous." Fangzheng shrugged:

"The gun is out of bullets."

"..." Although he didn't understand what it means to be out of bullets, Huang Su knew that he was being played by someone, so he rushed forward with an angry roar:
"Go to hell!"

He ran extremely fast, and his short-distance burst was even more astonishing. He dodged forward and kicked Fang Zheng's head like a whip with one leg.

High kicks are easy to be caught by others when facing the enemy, but Huang Su's kicks are so good that he can change kicks in mid-air.

The legs are like whips and the feet are like axes, capable of breaking wood.

Fangzheng's eyes were fixed, and before he could draw the knife in time, he put the gun in his hand to his waist, raised one leg, and his trousers flapped against the wind.

Twelve tan legs!

The magpie kicks the plum tip!
This style is understated, the strength is restrained and introverted, it actually forced Huang Su to retreat.

"Good legwork!"

Huang Su growled and rushed forward again.

He didn't dare to give Fangzheng a chance to breathe, he was afraid of using the 'hidden weapon' again, and he was also afraid that it would be bad for him if the opponent drew out the weapon.

Then he went all out to display what he had learned, his legs were like wheels, and the attack was swift, and even the dust on the ground was whistling.

"Humph!"

Fangzheng groaned, his body moved forward instead of retreating, his twelve legs curled up in a violent storm.

Mandarin ducks kicking in a row, smashing wheels, wind swinging lotus leaf legs...

The two legs entangled and collided in the air, making a 'crack' sound, they both met the enemy with ferocious vigor, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.

"You are proficient in legwork?"

Huang Su turned back and landed firmly, with a look of surprise on his face:

"Fang, you hide so deeply!"

"It's just legwork, it's nothing." Fangzheng put one leg up in the sky, and slowly put it away, with a calm expression on his face:
"On the contrary, Your Excellency, although the kick is good, it's a pity that it's still one point worse than the sky-shattering kite."

"You know Xu Cong?" Huang Su was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes narrowed:

"You killed him?"

"You guys know each other?" Fangzheng smiled lightly when he heard the words:

"Exactly, you might as well go down and accompany him."

"Big words." Huang Su snorted coldly:
"You're just a first-blood martial artist..."

"Shh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zheng, who was on the opposite side, had already dashed forward, pedaling in circles, and kicking his legs out in the air, so fast that he almost disappeared.

Shadowless legs!
"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

Huang Su responded hastily, and bumped his legs, and this time he was judged.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of broken leg bones.

"what!"

Huang Su screamed and fell to the ground, hugging his right leg with both hands and rolling on the ground, his face was covered with cold sweat, and looked at Fang Zheng who was walking in horror.

"Second Blood..."

"Copper skin, iron bone, you have already cultivated the second level of vitality!"

"Not bad." Fangzheng stretched his muscles, nodded and said:
"Thanks to all of you, Fang has never practiced martial arts with as much effort as he did during this time, so he was able to make a breakthrough a few days ago."

It was also when he broke through to the second-blood martial artist and felt that he had a certain amount of self-protection power, he set up this situation from the perspective of the three cleansing, and it really worked.

"Say!"

He took a step forward, grabbed the back of Huang Su's neck with one hand, exerted force with his palm to restrain the opponent's resistance, and asked:
"Where is Hu Yanting, the seventh leader of the Blue Wolf Gang?"

"Seventh head?" Huang Su's facial muscles twitched:
"Why are you asking this?"

"I'm asking you, not asking you to ask back." Fang's face turned cold, and he slapped Huang Su's left arm suddenly, bursting out with force.

"Crack!"

With his second life and blood, his strength was comparable to that of a strong bull, and he broke his arm bone with one palm.

"what!"

Huang Su screamed, his body shaking wildly.

"Say!"

Fangzheng spoke again:
"Where is Hu Yanting?"

"Fuck you!"

"Crack!"

His right arm was shattered by a palm again, Huang Su's body was bowed into a big shrimp, his eyes were almost blinded by the severe pain, and he was panting desperately.

"Do not say?"

Fangzheng squinted:

"You have a backbone. It just so happens that Fang has thought about some methods of torture, but he has not been able to verify them. Please be a test subject."

As he spoke, he twisted his hands and gently squeezed one of Huang Su's fingers.

"Crack!"

"what!"

The shrill screams sounded in the dark night, and every household in the surroundings shut their doors and windows tightly, daring not to make any movement, even the watchdogs silenced it.

After a while.

"I said...I said..."

Huang Su struggled to speak:
"Give me a good time!"

"Where is Huyanting?" Fangzheng asked again.

This person should be the murderer who killed his uncle. He did not die in the imperial court's encirclement campaign last year, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Huang Su is also a member of the Blue Wolf Gang, so he should know the whereabouts of Hu Yanting.

That's why he kept alive, as for the bullets...

There are more than a dozen bullets in the pistol.

Although there is not much left.

But not exhausted.

"He fled to Changtu Mansion with the head of the family."

"The head of the family?" Fangzheng was taken aback:
"Hasn't your master Qinglang already conferred the head?"

"Bah!" Huang Su opened his mouth to spit out blood foam:
"The head of the family is invincible, he is a master of both martial arts and martial arts, and he is also the envoy of the white lotus. How could he die so easily? They just said so deliberately for the sake of seeking credit and reward."

"Sooner or later..."

"The master will come back, and you will all die by then!"

"Peng!"

With a gloomy face, Fang Zheng landed a punch, which hit the opponent's temple, completely killing Huang Su's vitality.

After pondering for a while, he flipped over the two of them.

touch the corpse,

This skill can be said to be a must-have for travelers.

"what?"

"There are really good things."

Something about Qing Gu made Fang Zheng, who didn't have much hope, couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)