Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 13: Fighting but unable to breathe

There was still a charred skeleton curled up inside that was only half-burnt.

After confirming that there was no danger, he still used the tetanus sword to clear the way, entered the house, and reached out to touch the bones.

After almost ten seconds of silence, Wen Lianggong slowly retracted his hand, his face became a little complicated, it seemed that there was a chance that this special memory would explode.

Wen Lianggong was not discouraged, but slowly searched one room after another. The third, fourth, and fifth rooms were all vacant until the sixth room. Wen Lianggong saw through the crack of the covered window that there was something in the room. The ink man was standing and wandering, with an unknown black thick liquid flowing all over his body, and he looked extremely disgusting.

If you don't look closely, it really looks like countless bugs crawling all over your body, constantly squirming.

After these few days of baptism, Wen Lianggong didn't have too many nausea reactions. He was mainly used to vomiting. Instead, he observed the circle with interest. This guy was more than two and a half meters tall and stood tall. The room was like an iron tower, half a head taller than Wei Cheng before.

Such a Mo man alone occupies almost half of the entire room. Once he rushes in, the space left for him to move around is small, and his attacks are powerful and heavy. Although Wen Lianggong has two and a half years of offensive and defensive experience, Wen Lianggong I don't want to get close to him either.

Just looking at the opponent's size, I'm afraid even a random punch would be powerful.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the tetanus sword taken from the Zhenwu Conquering Demon Palace in his hand could cause harm to this ink man, he would still be more interested in burning rather than fighting in close quarters.

I really don’t have money to buy equipment.

When you get rich, you must find a way to burn down the entire Taoist temple.

I looked at the time and saw that there were still about fifteen minutes left before the time limit was reached.

Out of caution, he stood at the door for fourteen minutes, until he felt a sign in his heart that he was about to leave, and then he opened the door and entered the house without hesitation.

In this kind of life-and-death fight where you die or I am forgotten, it is absolutely impossible to fight for 300 rounds. The real life and death is only between breaths.

One minute is more than enough.

Opening the door quietly, Wen Lianggong, who had already put away his crossbow, stepped close to the Mo man. Before the other party could react, he used the tetanus sword in his hand like a rain of lightning and cut four huge gashes on the Mo man's body in the blink of an eye. , one of the swords even almost removed one of Mo Ren's arms.

The arm was drooping with almost no flesh left to stick to it.

The first-level characteristic of concentration evolved from Taiqing Swordsmanship, which is slightly advanced at the level, is enough to keep him calm enough in battle.

The ink man also reacted. He opened his mouth wide, revealing the ferocious canine teeth and roared silently. His left hand, which was still intact, swung like a sharp claw and swept towards Wen Lianggong.

When this claw came over, he didn't even get close to him. The sharp feeling seemed to be able to pierce his face. Wen Lianggong's breathing suddenly felt a little heavy. He could clearly feel that if he was touched like this, , even if he wears the best anti-stab suit available on the market today to prevent the opponent's claws, the force of carrying it will definitely make him fly out like a rag bag.

He didn't dare to neglect. He grabbed the ground with his toes and made a strong bridge move.

He saw the sharp claws sweeping across his face. The sharp claws even touched his helmet, and a string of sparks flew out.

Wen Lianggong supported the ground with one hand. With a little help, the muscles of his left arm stretched and bulged. Then he rushed in front of the ink man like a spring. He twisted his body hard and missed the opponent's claws by a hair.

Just like the autumn wind cutting down the fallen leaves, the tetanus sword in his hand was extremely harmful to the Mo man. It could open a big hole with just one stroke, not to mention the size and the small space in the room.

The tall Mo Ren, who was unable to make any movement, found it difficult to use his strength. The long sword flew up and down, like a butterfly flying through flowers. With just one breath, the ink man was dismantled into parts. He looked at it lying on the ground, with the liquid in his body still surging rapidly, trying to restore it at a constant speed.

Wen Lianggong looked around, and finally focused on his head. He flipped his wrist, turned his sword, and stabbed the Mo Ren Tianling straight through.

"Ding, you successfully killed an ink man, and you get 1 skill point."

Before he could take action, his surrounding vision quickly became blurred and distorted. When it became clear, he had returned to the Taoist courtyard in reality.

After relaxing, Wen Lianggong sat down on the ground and gasped for air. The blood energy stimulated in his body made his body hot as he relaxed, and a large amount of sweat began to be secreted, which made him quite uncomfortable.

It's better to have a real experience to understand how dangerous a life-and-death fight is.

But in the fight that lasted less than a minute, Wen Lianggong even felt that it was more troublesome than staying up for three days and nights to play games in an Internet cafe.

"Hey, Taoist Master, what are you doing?"

Wen Lianggong raised his head and glanced at Chen Mo, the financial lord whom he had not seen for a long time. He was walking towards Wen Lianggong holding a Han sword.

Chen Mo was about to say something else, but when he saw Wen Lianggong raise his head, his bloodshot and slightly sharp eyes made him stomp his feet and he felt frightened in his heart.

"Oh, I'm planning to cosplay right now. I just wanted to practice my skills after buying it. Why is Master Chen here now?"

As Wen Lianggong took a deep breath and spoke in a calm tone, the fierce aura subsided, making Chen Mo feel like he was hallucinating.

Wen Lianggong was almost rested at this time. He stood up and clapped his hands, calming down his mind. He looked at the four attributes on the attribute panel and said in a brisk tone: "How is the household affairs of Master Chen going?"

As soon as he heard about this, Chen Mo put the incident behind him and vomited bitterly: "Do you know what the cause of this incident is? It's because my wife didn't want to clean up the housework, so this happened!" When it comes to hiring a nanny, she wants to be a good wife and mother. Only these days do I realize that the food I eat is all made of yellow hair."

Wen Lianggong said enthusiastically: "Does that mean Huang Mao is really gay?"

"More than that, this guy..."

Chen Mo, who was about to say a few more words, suddenly fell silent. Finally, he sighed deeply, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not discriminating against people like him, but it's just that it's hard for me to accept what happened to me."

Wen Lianggong consoled her, "Maybe Huang Mao was just a normal person before. Before a man meets the man he's attracted to, he thinks he likes a woman."

Gold Master Chen continued to sigh, "What's the matter? I have to move."

Wen Lianggong continued to comfort him: "Don't think too much about it. Before I became a Taoist priest, when I went to the Blind Date Corner in People's Park, I was pinched hard by an old glass. I didn't react until afterwards. "

Hearing Wen Lianggong's words, Chen Mo immediately perked up and asked curiously, "Taoist Master, tell me."

Wen Lianggong waved his hands as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past, and finally spoke happily.

(End of this chapter)