I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 357: Killing Wusheng (asking for monthly ticket)
Sang Que tried to teleport, but found that he was restrained by the stage. He could only duck back, pass through the gap between the three people, and draw his sword to counterattack.

With a sweep of the knife, the blood on the knife was like a crescent moon, and the short-armed warrior who rushed up was cut in half and turned into a paper man after falling to the ground.

After seeing the power of the Baipi Knife in Sang Que's hand, the martial artist rolled on the ground and hid far away, and the martial artist with the long sword did not act rashly.

Sang Que quickly rushed to the edge of the stage and was about to jump off the stage to escape from the enemy's home ground.

Something strange happened. Just as Sang Que raised her foot to step down, the stage seemed to extend and was still under her feet.

Sangque cannot leave the stage, nor can it teleport or spread the ghost domain on the stage.

The Yin child was separated from the stage and could not get on the stage no matter what method he used.

"The show has begun, do not interfere, and do not leave until the show is over!"

The eyes under the long-armed martial artist's mask gleamed with pride. This was the rule on his stage. Those who were pulled onto the stage by him could only accompany him to finish the play. Before the play was over, other things were not allowed to come on stage to interfere.

Sang Que retracted her foot and turned around. If she really wanted to leave, she could leave, but if she wanted to use up the hexagram, it would be better for her to use it to kill people.

Yin Tong was blocked and could not go up to the stage, but Sang Que was still able to communicate with Yin Tong.

Sang Que told Yin Tong that if anything ran away from the stage, not only would she not use her tongue to help her find it, but she would also dig out its eyeballs.

After receiving the order, Yin Tong immediately flashed to a grave with a clear view, stared at the entire stage with wide eyes, ready to take action at any time.

The long-armed martial artist raised his hand to lift his long beard, and a flag behind him flew up automatically, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a new short-armed martial artist.

This is a bit similar to the female warrior that Sang Que met last time. The flag behind her was also transformed by a little ghost, but before she could use it, she was killed by Sang Que.

Sang Que pulled out the scroll from behind him, shook it open and threw it aside. Without waiting for the three warriors to see what it was, Sang Que quickly stepped forward and swung his sword straight at the face of the warrior Changkao.

The long-armed warrior swung the big Guandao with both hands and exchanged a move with Sang Que. Sparks flew from the sword. Under Sang Que's tremendous force, the long-armed warrior retreated half a step back before he could steady himself. He widened his eyes in surprise at Sang Que's powerful skills.

Sang Que suddenly put away his knife and rushed towards the long-armed warrior sideways. He switched the knife to his left hand and tried to grab the long-armed warrior's shoulder with his right hand and imprint the Zhen Gua that could reduce him to half-health state in five minutes.

At this moment, the flipping warrior rolled to the right side of Sangque and attacked the lower road with a sweeping leg, while the short-fighting warrior killed to the left side of Sangque and slashed with both swords.

Faced with murderous aura, Sang Que did not dare to be careless and could only withdraw his moves to defend himself. He kicked away the legs of the martial artist who was flipping over, and turned around to block the two swords with his sword.

Zheng!
The golden swords rang out, and the short-handed warrior's double swords directly chopped off Sang Que's Baipi sword, but Sang Que suddenly felt that she was controlled by an extremely powerful force and her body was completely unable to move.

A black shadow as strong as a long-armed warrior suddenly appeared behind Sang Que, jumped high, and slashed down with a knife.

Outside the stage, Yin Tong covered his eyes in fear and dared not look, but he did not hear the sound of flesh being torn, nor did he smell the blood.

Yin Tong spread his fingers and saw the black shadow's sword brushing against Sang Que's body and slashing to the side. The long-sword warrior in the distance showed a shocked expression. After Sang Que regained his mobility, his body went limp, but he still tried his best to swung his sword to the side and beheaded the short-sword warrior who had lost his two swords.

Seeing this, the falling warrior immediately rolled on the ground and ran away, hiding beside the long-armed warrior.

Both sides were confused about what happened just now, but their reactions were good and they quickly guessed the reason.

On the stage, the fighting scenes of the martial artists cannot go on endlessly, so when Sang Que takes on the moves of three martial artists respectively, it will trigger a state like "one-hit kill". Her body will be forcibly fixed on the stage and chopped to death by the martial artists' black shadows.

The knife just now was forced aside by the revived power and did not hit her.

Sangque's breathing was rapid, his heart was beating violently, and he mobilized blood throughout his body to speed up his recovery.

The long-armed warrior saw Sang Que's sudden weakness, and sent out another flag from behind him, turning himself into a short-armed warrior again. The three of them seized the opportunity and attacked Sang Que again. A red figure suddenly appeared behind the long-armed warrior, and the veil of the trickster bride flew up and quickly covered his head.

The martial artist with a long sword was shocked. He didn't expect that Sang Que could actually control the second evil ghost.

The three warriors' attacks all came to an abrupt halt. The ghost bride placed her hands heavily on the shoulders of the long-armed warrior. The power in her body that could turn living people into ghost slaves caused the long-armed warrior's body to decay quickly, but what fell off his body was all paper.

The body of the long-armed warrior collapsed suddenly, and the two armed flags and the big Guandao fell into a pile of rotten cardboard.

Then, the short-fighting warrior who was frozen beside him trembled all over, and his body was torn in half.

A man who took off his costume, wore a black inner garment, and only had paint on his face broke out of the shell.

The two flags were stepped on by the strange bride, causing them to shake violently. The red ghost jumped out from the painting spread out on the ground, and its sharp claws directly tore the falling warrior into pieces.

The series of unexpected events made the long-sword warrior dizzy. He hadn't reacted just now, but now he can see it clearly.

Aren’t this spooky bride and the red-dressed female corpse-jumping from their ghost troupe? !

Having lost his back-up, the martial artist with a long sword hastily promised the paper-folding craftsman under his command many benefits and asked the paper-folding craftsman to help him.

In an instant, many pale, rough, unfinished paper figures appeared around the stage and rushed towards the red ghost and the strange bride.

The strange bride stood on two flags without moving, while the red ghost waved his claws to fight.

The expression on the long-sword warrior's face quickly disappeared, his whole face became dull, his skin peeled off, and underneath was a paper-like texture.

The entire stage was also transforming from solid matter into paper. Countless scraps of paper fell from overhead and flew up from the ground, like countless small insects, swarming madly towards the Red Ghost and the Weird Bride, trying to turn them into paper figures.

However, before the transformation was complete, the black muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of the head of the martial artist with a long sword.

boom!
Sang Que shot Wu Sheng's head to pieces, but Wu Sheng did not fall down. His shattered flesh and blood turned into paper in mid-air and quickly gathered into a paper man's head. It suddenly turned to the back and stared at Sang Que with dull and lifeless eyes.

The scraps of paper gathered at Sang Que's feet like a torrent, swallowing up half of her body in the blink of an eye and turning into paper legs.

Sangque was not afraid of this at all, and asked expressionlessly, "If you are not afraid of guns, then you must be afraid of fire, right?"

Before he finished his words, Sang Que's palm, which had been cut long ago, ignited with Yin Fire. He grabbed the paper-making craftsman's neck and cast the Zhen Gua just in case.

The Yin Fire instantly ignited the paper-maker's entire head. The paper-maker struggled backwards, and a flood of paper scraps broke away from the Sangque and all rushed towards the paper-maker's head, trying to extinguish the Yin Fire.

Sang Que didn't give him any chance at all. From the fight just now, she knew that this martial artist had not yet reached the fifth level. She decisively took out the starving ghost stomach that Yin Tong had taken from him, stained it with blood, and threw it at the paper-making craftsman.

The stomach was like a big bag, growing bigger in mid-air, with dried blood vessels and dark brown flesh on it. It covered the paper-maker's body and then quickly shrank, squeezing him into a ball of meat.

The Yin Fire had not yet been extinguished and was about to burn through the stomach, so Sang Que reloaded the bullet, walked over and fired another shot at the stomach.

boom!
The sound of gunfire echoed in the mass grave, and flocks of blood crows were startled and flew away.

The entire stage collapsed with a loud bang, and the stomach burst open. The Yin Tong, eager to perform, appeared beside the squeezed and deformed Wusheng at the first moment. Ignoring the burning Yin Fire, many hands stretched out from the broken abdomen and immediately pulled the bloody paper-making craftsman out from the Wusheng.

Sang Que sensed Yin Tong's intention early on, extinguished the Yin Fire, grabbed the painting and covered it up, trapping the bloody paper-maker in the painting. Only the corpse of Wusheng, curled up in a ball without even a head, was left.

See you tomorrow~