Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 45 The flowers bloom in an instant, and the king of hell takes the needle
"Be careful, sneak attack."

Zhou Pingan chased him with a knife, full of murderous intent, and saw that he was getting closer and closer.

Ma Ming, the boss of the Lijiang River's two evil men, seemed to be unable to escape, but he also aroused a ferocious heart.

His eyes were full of despair, he held the stick as his chest, lowered his shoulders and sat on his crotch, ready to fight to the death.

at this time.

Zhou Ping'an heard a crisp and waxy call in his ears.

The voice sounded very familiar.

Not only does it sound familiar, but it also carries anxiety and anger.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in green clothes holding a knife, leaping towards him on top of the tiles of the house on the left, dozens of feet away.

"Listen to others' advice and eat enough."

Zhou Ping'an didn't think Miss Lin's third daughter was a woman to make a fuss about.

From the beginning on the battlefield, I saw her dressed in green clothes, wearing a ghost mask, riding a white horse out of the battle.

Every time I saw him later, he was unhurried and had a calm expression.

Even when the Black Mountain bandits came to the house and Xiaojiu girl was in danger, and her murderous intention was the strongest in her heart, her expression did not change much.

He just pursed his lips and rushed back and forth, seeming to hide all his emotions under his expression as calm as water.

At this time, the reason why she was so anxious was certainly not because of the madman Ma Ming's deathbed counterattack.

There is no such thing as a sneak attack in a head-on confrontation.

first timing.

The [Red Lotus Heart Seal] in Zhou Pingan's mind suddenly burst into flames, one light red, two pure white, and three light white threads of thoughts, burning suddenly.

The light red thoughts were probably contributed by the little guy on his back.

As for the pure white ones, they should be Lin Huaiyu and Tang Liner...

Zhou Ping'an couldn't tell where those pale white threads came from.

Burn with the thoughts.

The brain is like being immersed in extremely cold ice water and becomes extremely clear-headed.

The crescent moon in the night sky also seemed to shine brightly.

The dust in the air is no longer gray, but appears colorful, slowly swaying and falling.

The breeze passing around me swirled lightly, appearing in my perception one by one.

Everything around him seemed to have been pressed in slow motion.

Even Ma Ming, who was about to attack with his crazily dance stick, raised his stick and raised his hands like in a movie in slow motion.

Coupled with the despair in his eyes and the distortion of his facial muscles.

Seems extremely ridiculous.

Also extremely powerless.

In the perception of thought where everything becomes extremely slow.

A tiny bit of silver light, not only is it not slow at all, but it is surprisingly fast...

From the house on the street on one side, it reached the side of the neck in a flash.

This thing breaks the wind silently, is extremely fast, and is extremely sharp.

If Zhou Ping'an hadn't been in a state of brain overclocking, he wouldn't have been able to see clearly. What he stabbed silently was a silver needle that looked like hair and reflected the faint moonlight.

The silver needle seemed to be very soft. As it advanced, the needle body twisted and rotated like a snake, drawing a strange arc.

It was obviously a rapid shot from the side.

The landing point was the back of his neck.

"The fairy boy with the holy hand, the needle of the king of hell!"

……

The needle light just hit my eyes.

Zhou Pingan immediately understood who the visitor was.

Previously, when talking to Tang Lin'er about the many masters of Baicao Hall, that guy once mentioned the name of Deng Yuanhua, the master of Baicao Hall, in a very cautious tone.

For example, the body shape will never grow bigger, it is three inches tall.

His acupuncture skills are so superb that he is highly praised by officials and people, and is said to have countless lives.

Therefore, he earned the name "Holy Hand".

Also known as the "King of Hell's Needle", it is said to be able to steal people from the hands of the King of Hell.

Fairy boy is the reputation given to his figure and appearance.

Tang Lin'er also said.

This fairy boy is not only good at medicine and acupuncture, but also has excellent swordsmanship and footwork.

Born in the Lishan sect of the seven major sects, his steps are [Ghost Shadow Steps] and his swords are [Thirteen Swords of the Ghost Sect].

If we say that the growth of [Baicao Hall] is due to the good management of Tao Fang, the deputy head of the hall.

The real Dinghai Shenzhen, the one who relies on force, is this "Fairy Boy with Holy Hands" who has an excellent reputation.

Reputation has always been an unreliable thing.

The human mouth has two skins, no matter how you say it.

And the common people are the easiest to be deceived.

Therefore, after Zhou Ping'an decided to launch a night attack to rescue people, the "fairy boy" was actually included among his preset enemies. But he never expected that the other party would be in this situation.

Take action in this way.

Zhou Pingan's brain is super active at this time...

Thousands of distracting thoughts and thoughts passed through my mind one by one like flowing water.

Leave no trace whatsoever.

His head was as if it was broken, and it bent downwards without any warning.

Straight to the chest and abdomen.

A silver needle as thin as hair passed over his head.

Bringing up the slightest sound of wind.

At this time, a slight sharp roar was heard in the ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous roar like a violent wind and rain.

That's a sword...

A long sword with a dull color and a thin handle and a narrow edge.

It's not so much a sword as it is a stab, or a "needle".

A figure that reached only his lower abdomen appeared out of nowhere.

A sword thrust out...

Zhou Ping'an saw that there were figures all around him.

The sword light was like stars in the dark night, stabbing at various vital points on his side at the same time.

Between the eyebrows, throat, heart, back of neck, knees, pylorus...

Every sword shot, both in angle and speed, was unexpected.

Not only does it go fast and slow sometimes, but it also turns from time to time.

The figures galloped and changed directions, rising up and down.

The sword moves quickly and slowly, passing through and attacking...

"Good guy."

There has never been a moment when Zhou Pingan was so focused.

With the long knife in the hand, in the most scientific and perfect posture, the fingers, palms, wrists, and arms are all moving at the same time.

The body spins like a top.

Huge swords and flowers appeared in all directions at the same time.

Like peonies blooming.

Eight big flowers extend to all directions...

The whistling sword light turned into layers of waves, cutting the body so tightly that it was airtight.

Straight cuts, diagonal cuts, reverse lifts, downward chops...

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Amidst the sound of heavy rain hitting autumn lotuses, the blade of the knife made a long clanging sound and splashed with sparks.

Suddenly, the short figure that was spinning rapidly retreated sharply.

A tiny white mark roared past Zhou Pingan's side.

hum...

The air crackled and roared.

The sword is as bright as practice!
One side of the house collapsed.

It was actually split in half.

A muffled groan came from far away, "Lin Huaiyu, I remember you."

The voice was filled with deep-seated hatred.

On the other side, that crazy guy Ma Ming had already taken advantage of Zhou Ping'an's confrontation with others and escaped without a trace.

He didn't even step forward to attack.

He was obviously scared out of his wits.

The woman in green clothes stopped and looked at the black shadow in the distance. It flashed and disappeared without a trace. She put the knife in her elbow and did not pursue it.

Looking back, his rare eyes were full of concern.

"Are you okay? This person is too slippery. I can't keep him or catch up..."

"Sister, you are so useless. If it weren't for Brother Ping'an, you wouldn't be able to see me."

If the little body wasn't tightly tied to Zhou Pingan's back, the little guy almost jumped up with joy.

Although I said I wasn't afraid before.

In fact, who is not afraid?

Seeing my sister at this time, I felt that there was finally no danger. Being able to hold on and not cry was considered very strong.

"It's my sister's fault."

Lin Huaiyu showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

(End of this chapter)