unparalleled hunting

Are you going to die? Ling Xiaotian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes were very calm, "Can you tell me who is going to kill me?"

"You are already dying, there is no need to know." The middle-aged man laughed.

"Really, dare to kill but dare not sign up, it seems like a villain." Ling Xiaotian laughed.

"Whether you are a villain or not has nothing to do with you, you are just a speck of dust in our eyes, you can disappear without a trace with a single swipe, boy, if you want to blame, you will be blamed for your bad luck." The middle-aged man turned and left after speaking.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaotian pulled out the saber, jumped up, and he used all his strength to strike at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was very vigilant, feeling a murderous aura, and quickly moved to the side at a very fast speed, which was the fastest speed Ling Xiaotian had ever seen, faster than the killers he met in the apartment before, obviously also a very experienced martial artist The master, the moment just now was not caused by his lack of consciousness, the big reason is that this middle-aged man has deep inner strength, but Ling Xiaotian is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and when the nine-turn illusory body technique is activated, the middle-aged man feels a blur in front of his eyes, and then his heart flutters. The part was pierced, he looked at Ling Xiaotian in disbelief, he was careless for a moment, he did not expect that the person who was already dying could deliver a fatal blow.

"How is it possible!" He slapped Feiling Xiaotian with his palm, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the knife on his chest with unwilling eyes.

Ling Xiaotian flew out and hit the wall, he stabilized his body, and still smiled with blood on his mouth: "It's not so easy to kill me, it's okay, someone will accompany me down as a companion."

"Pfft! Boy, I hate it so much."

"I hate it too. If I concentrate, do you think I can hurt me?" Ling Xiaotian said with a smile. At this time, he was running the dragon-shaped nine-turn internal energy, and a faint golden light appeared on the wound. The middle-aged man Seeing this situation, he opened his eyes wide, and then fell down suddenly. He died with regret.

Ling Xiaotian held on for a while, but finally his internal energy was exhausted, he felt a pain in his mouth, and fainted by the wall. After nine o'clock, there were no pedestrians in a small street, time passed quietly, and Ling Xiaotian's life was slowly draining away.

An hour later, a woman drove towards this direction slowly on a bicycle. When she saw the middle-aged man and Ling Xiaotian on the ground, she did not panic, but got out of the car to check the situation of the two. The young man came to Ling Xiaotian after discovering that he was dead, and found that Ling Xiaotian still had a faint breath. Without thinking about it, she took out a bundle of cloth bags from her backpack, opened the cloth bag, and saw ten golden needles appearing on the ground. In the night sky, the woman frowned, took a deep breath, reached out and picked up the golden needle to seal the vital point on Ling Xiaotian's chest, and then ran forward with Ling Xiao on her back.

After a while, they came to a courtyard. The woman carried Ling Xiaotian into the courtyard, entered a room and put Ling Xiaotian down, and then went to another room, "Grandpa, are you asleep?"

"Didn't sleep, Yu'er is back."

"Well, I'm back. I have something to trouble grandpa. I met an injured person on the road. He was so angry that he was about to die. I hope grandpa will save him."

"Yu'er, Grandpa's internal strength is not much left, I'm afraid he can't give acupuncture."

"Grandpa, you are guiding beside me, can I perform the acupuncture?"

"This matter is serious, we should send it to the hospital."

"No, grandpa, the hospital can't save him."

"Yu'er, do you know that person?"

"do not know."

"I don't know why you are in such a hurry."

"Grandpa, didn't you say that human life is at stake? Aren't we doctors just to save the dying and heal the wounded? Don't you want me to die?"

After the woman finished speaking, the door opened, and a [-]-year-old man came out, "I really can't help you, show me."

"Thank you, grandpa." The woman happily helped the old man to her room.

On the hospital bed, Ling Xiaotian closed his eyes, his face was pale, and the bleeding on his chest had stopped, but it was because of excessive blood loss, and the knife was right in the heart. The old man sat on the bed and looked at Ling Xiaotian's injury and felt a little unbelievable, "How is this possible? , It’s amazing that someone in the world who has suffered such a serious injury can keep his mouth shut.”

"Grandpa, I was also surprised before, as if something was protecting it, like the legendary true energy." Yu'er said.

"Well, it's really angry, that's right. This kid doesn't seem simple. He has reached the second level of Martial Realm at a young age. Okay, grandpa will do it one last time." Qi Lingran was obviously not a villain, after looking at his face, he decided to help.

"Grandpa, do you want my help?"

"No, you go and boil some hot water, and change his clothes later." The old man said.

"Okay, thank you your grandpa."

"Okay, why are you being polite to Grandpa, besides, you are not the one to thank." The old man smiled.

"Grandpa is the best." The woman kissed the old man, turned and left, returned to the scene and rode her bicycle back. She didn't call the police, and didn't leave anything behind. Anyway, she was a dead person and had nothing to do with her.

In the women's room, the old man looked at Ling Xiaotian, holding a needle in his hand. He hadn't used needles for many years, and he didn't know if it would be successful. Without the help of deep internal strength, he couldn't guarantee success, "Young man, just look at it now." Your own fate and luck."

The old man took a deep breath, let out a low growl, and a blue light flashed in his hand. This is internal strength. He picked up the needle and quickly inserted it into Ling Xiaotian's various acupoints. The speed was so fast that he could see traces of golden phantoms. Seeing the old man flying needles like lightning, when the last needle pierced into Ling Xiaotian's body, he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his internal strength was exhausted at the last moment, but the old man laughed, it was useless for decades I did not expect the needle to be successful. It seems that this young man's life is bound to die.

After the injection of the needle, a miracle happened. I saw streaks of silver light flashing in Ling Xiaotian's body, and suddenly a powerful silver light shot into the air, forming a pattern on Ling Xiaotian's body, a polygonal illusion, and then the illusion followed. Then, a Yin-Yang pattern formed in the air, it was an illusion formed by the aura of heaven and earth, the illusion slowly fell, covering Ling Xiaotian's chest, and after a while, the silver light flourished, and Ling Xiaotian's wound was visible to the naked eye. The speed was recovering, and a tinge of blood began to appear on his face. Half an hour later, Ling Xiaotian's wound closed, and he seemed uninjured.

The old man regained his strength, stood up with difficulty on the edge of the bed, sat on the bed, and checked Ling Xiaotian's condition by taking a pulse. His vitality had returned, and his heart was [-]% healed. He only needed to rest for a period of time to recover. With a trembling hand, he took back the golden needle. At this time, he was almost at the point where the lamp was exhausted. In order to save Ling Xiaotian, he forced to use energy, and his life function was exhausted, so he accepted it calmly.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the old man opened the door and came out, he was extremely weak, and the woman hurriedly supported the old man.

"Come with me, he's fine."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you." The woman's eyes turned red and she almost shed tears.

"Grandpa is getting old and doesn't have much time left. You are the one who worries the most. I wanted to wait to hold my great-grandson, but now it seems that I have no chance. I really don't know what will you do when I'm gone?" Back In the room, the old man was sitting on the bed, already very weak to speak.