Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 35 Dreaming

Wen Lianggong, who had been on guard for a long time, did not panic at all. It could even be said that he had been waiting for the mummy to come over.

Glancing at the two barrels of gasoline that were tied to his body, Wen Lianggong didn't have time to unload them. He immediately lowered his waist, pushed forward with both arms, and grabbed the mummy's arm. While the other's right arm was torn off, he could only Attacking with one hand, Wen Lianggong grabbed the opponent's back of the neck with one hand, then withdrew his back foot, leaned forward, and pressed his arms down.

With a sudden exertion of force, he forcibly resisted the rushing corpse, and then used his shoulders as an axis to step forward again. With every movement of his hands and feet, there was a faint tendency for the mountain to topple.

The jaw of the mummy was shattered by Wen Lianggong's blow, and then Wen Lianggong's fists rained down, and his fists, elbows, and arms were all turned into weapons of attack, and he kept attacking the mummy.

The combination of the strong and powerful characteristics of Zhanyi Shibaluo and the powerful and sinking characteristics of Buzhou's swordsmanship, when combined, can erupt with enough power to crush a huge boulder.

The mummy was so hard that it hurt my hands, and Wen Lianggong did not stop moving.

He beat the mummy for a full ten seconds without releasing any breath, causing bones and slag to fly everywhere, but the sound from the falling fist was extremely small.

It's like being in a silent movie.

Finally, Wen Lianggong stretched out his arm and pulled the mummy into his arms. His muscles stretched suddenly, and his whole body was covered with veins. Even his arms became thicker due to the growth of energy and blood.

Click, click!

No matter how much the mummy struggled, there was no room to move around the body, but Wen Lianggong's hands were like iron hoops, tightening tighter and tighter.

In the end, the entire spine of the mummy was broken directly, and the mummy was bent on the ground without support.

Taking this opportunity, Wen Lianggong put down the oil drum on his body and rolled on the spot. Before the mummy could struggle on the ground, he used Zhan Yi Shiba's grappling technique to tear off its head.

‘You successfully killed the mind zombie and gained skill point +1’

After seeing the prompt on the panel, Wen Lianggong stopped and exhaled slightly. The blood gradually calmed down, and the protruding veins on his body gradually calmed down. He pushed the mummy's body aside with disgust and leaned against the wall. Practice.

With his current strength, he didn't have to expend so much energy, but it took a lot of energy to ensure that the strength of his fists was concentrated and that he didn't make any noise.

He set the oil drum aside and after confirming that there was nothing around him, he carefully carried the mummy into the room where it was shot.

‘Ding, you found a piece of incomplete memory, do you want to read it? ’

At the moment of contact, Wen Lianggong received this message prompt, but he did not respond immediately. Instead, he made everything ready and huddled in the room.

After all, the street in the inner courtyard is wide enough for two cars and horses to pass together, so there is no guarantee that something will suddenly jump out.

Although this house looks a bit like paper to Wen Lianggong now, it still feels a bit safe after all.

"Yes."

As his vision changed, the environment of Iron Sword Gate appeared in front of him again. The pain on his body made him feel quite uncomfortable. When he looked down, he discovered that there were several bloody mouths on his body.

My name is Li Jianxin. I grew up in the Iron Sword Sect. I have good martial arts skills and some talent in kendo, but the swordsmanship of the Iron Sword Sect is completely different from what I imagined.

I think the sword sect is one that kills one person in ten steps and leaves no trace behind for thousands of miles.

When a sword comes from the east, the cold light of the sword shines brightly into the sky.

But the Iron Sword Gate uses its sword to hit people...

Why don't you use a hammer to hit someone? A knife will do, so why use a sword?

This question has been with me all my life. Every time I ask my ancestor, he will smile meaningfully and say that I will know it when I reach his age.

"Mortal, if you don't need to put up any unnecessary resistance and just surrender, maybe I can consider letting you be my sword slave."

The indifferent voice reached Wen Lianggong's ears, and when he looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank. It was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing gorgeous long clothes. What concerned him most was that there was a long sword floating beside this young man.

"Flying sword?!"

Wen Lianggong squinted his eyes, and the epee in his hand was carried on his shoulder unusually smoothly. As his muscles squirmed, the scars on his body closed up. Qi and blood spurted out, and an unusual strength naturally emerged in his body. The sword energy that penetrated his flesh unexpectedly He was squeezed out, and his movements seemed not to be affected by the physical injuries at all.

The young man looked at Wen Lianggong in surprise. Just now, this mortal was exhausted and was about to die. Why did he suddenly become so powerful now?

Although Li Jianxin's body is tall and thin, it is only compared to the sect leader Tie Shuxin. In the eyes of ordinary people, his body is strong and muscular, almost in golden proportion.

Moreover, Wen Lianggong felt an unprecedented power from Li Jianxin's body.

Power!

The core of Iron Sword Gate is to sharpen the strength of iron.

It turns out that there really is a power that exceeds the limitations of the physical body, similar to the internal power of true energy, and exists in the skin of flesh and blood.

He couldn't stop feeling excited.

This is the core inheritance of the Iron Sword Sect, sharpening the strength of iron!

"It seems that you, a mortal, are a bit special. I will give you one last chance. Do you want to become my sword slave? I can forgive you for killing my junior sister."

"If you become a boy and girl, I can consider it."

He said something casually, and before the young man could think about it, Wen Lianggong stepped forward with his front foot, and the iron-grinding energy flowing in the flesh and skin suddenly moved.

Boom!

The powerful force made the ground shake slightly, and people shot out instantly like an arrow from a string.

The young man's expression turned cold.

"Stubborn."

As he spoke, the long sword at the young man's side vibrated with a sword sound, and the next moment it turned into a stream of cyan light.

Coming soon!

"Open the mountain!"

Wen Lianggong grunted, and the long sword in his hand seemed as heavy as a thousand swords, and he struck hard at the flying sword that was shooting towards him.

Under Li Jianxin's horrifyingly tempered body, with the astonishing power bursting out from the first Kaishan move of Buzhou's sword technique, the iron-grinding strength in his body also moved with it, as if it turned into a booster, and the big sword fell, blowing away all the air. It was torn apart and made a harsh sound.

However, as if it violated the rules of physics, the green flying sword stopped suddenly, turned, drew an arc in mid-air and cut towards Wen Lianggong's neck.

Wen Lianggong didn't panic at all when he saw this, or he had expected it.

He has been immersed in the novel world for many years. Although he has never seen it in person, he is also proficient in various flying sword attack methods. This kind of obvious violation of the rules of physics is completely ordinary.

He twisted his waist and abdomen slightly, and then flipped sideways in mid-air with a slash, accurately avoiding the flying sword attack.

The ground was directly hit by the sword, causing a winding crack of more than ten meters to appear. Wen Lianggong was like a spring, and with the power of the blow, his speed was actually much faster.

But suddenly, facing the young man's eyes filled with murderous intent, Wen Liang respectfully lowered his sword.

(End of this chapter)