Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1270 Sifang Pavilion

"What's going on?" Shen Jing immediately asked with concern, although she usually didn't give Meng Yang a good face, but at the critical moment, her true heart was exposed.

"It's okay!" Meng Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently, but his eyes were obviously flickering.

Before, he was hit by the old man's Taiyin killer, and the other party said that he would not live for three days.

He thought it was just harsh words, but now he knew that he couldn't last two days, let alone three days.

"Have you been hit by Taiyin Killing Hand?" Mo Xian immediately noticed something wrong since he had just seen this martial skill.

"Yes!" Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Meng Yang said with a gloomy expression.

"What will happen?" Shen Jing asked immediately.

"If there is no rescuer from the caster, he will not live for three days!" Mo Xian said, he was not alarmist.

This Taiyin Killer is extremely vicious, even if he didn't die on the spot, the gloomy aura will gradually penetrate into his limbs and bones, and he will definitely die at that time.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions sank.

They were immersed in the joy of repelling the enemy just now, but in a blink of an eye, it became a tragedy.

Shen Jing put her two fingers on Meng Yang's wrist in disbelief, and after a while, her eyes turned red.

"Hehe, why are you so pessimistic, anyway, Mo Xian also let go of his hand, this wave is not bad." Meng Yang laughed.

"You are stupid, can an arm compare to a life?" Shen Jing hammered Meng Yang's chest, sobbing.

"It's considered that I died before I left school, but it's a pity that I can't prove anything to my father." Meng Yang smiled wryly. After he came out, he realized that the complexity of this continent is far from being as simple as he imagined. .

"You won't die!" Shen Jing couldn't stop crying immediately, and at the same time poured Yuanli into Meng Yang's body, but it could only slightly slow down the erosion of the gloomy energy.

Mo Xian and the others were also sullen. No one thought that such an accident would happen on this supposedly peaceful journey.

"Damn it, who the hell is it!" Jia Ren smashed a huge boulder with one punch, and his face was distorted.

The two brothers and Meng Yang were the first to meet, and they already regarded him as their eldest brother.

"Mo Xian, you must have a way, right? You save him!" Shen Jing, who had always been rational, was not as calm as before, looking at Mo Xian with teary eyes, and said.

"Sorry, I can't help it!" Mo Xian said, even if he had mastered the Taiyin Killing Hand, he still couldn't cure Meng Yang.

Hearing this, Shen Jing seemed to have lost her strength and collapsed to the ground.

"What are you afraid of? After 18 years, I will be a hero again. However, I ask you to participate in the Ten Thousand Domains War." Meng Yang laughed.

"It may not be a dead end, as long as you find that person just now, you can solve the problem." After pondering for a while, Mo Xian said in a deep voice.

He also slightly guessed the opponent's purpose, and it was very likely that he came for the recommended spot in his hand.

He asked himself that he had hidden it very well, but it was very likely that it was still exposed.

"Then let's look for it immediately!" Shen Jing immediately stood up, and was about to rush out involuntarily.

"Wait, let's see if there are any survivors!" Mo Xian stopped Shen Jing, even if they wanted to find them, they had to have clues.

At this time, in the darkness, there was a faint sound of rustling.

Jia Ren's face turned cold, he clenched his finger and stepped out, and quickly brought back a man in gray.

The man was too late to escape because his calf was seriously injured.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Shen Jing's face turned cold, and he suddenly pressed the dagger against the opponent's neck.

"Hmph, this is the territory of the Promise Sect, what do you think?"

The man in gray snorted coldly, as if he was confident.

"Be honest!" Jia Ren kicked the man to the ground and shouted sharply.

"Haha, you're done, Wujizong, don't even think about going." The gray-clothed man laughed loudly.

Mo Xian's expression turned cold, and he said, "Aren't you wondering how your weapons have changed? You can try it now. Xiao Wu, lend me your umbrella!"

"En!" Xiao Wu immediately handed his weapon to Mo Xian.

"Haha, I want to scare Lao Tzu with an umbrella, are you kidding me?" The man in gray was startled and laughed wantonly.

"This is not an ordinary umbrella!" Mo Xian smiled faintly, pressed the top of the umbrella against the man's chest in gray, and then stabbed it in one by one.

The tip of the umbrella is not sharp, but he has a lot of power, and the blood stays out quickly.

At first, the man in gray didn't feel anything, this kind of pain, every warrior has endured it.

But soon, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The pain was so intense that it seemed to have multiplied several times.

"Tell me, who sent you here." Mo Xian said flatly.

"Hmph, if you say it, you will die, if you don't, you will die, and it will be even worse. Do you think I will say it or not?" said the man in gray.

"It seems that it's not enough!" Mo Xian smiled, and slowly stirred the hand holding the umbrella.

"Ah!" The gray-clothed man immediately became angry, his voice was extremely shrill, like a ghost.

Even Shen Jing and the others couldn't help shivering.

It's just an ordinary injury, how could it be possible for a warrior who is not weak to make such a scream.

But soon, they realized that this was the change Mo Xian was talking about.

"Could it be that he really transferred the characteristics of Zijin Bamboo to weapons?" Shen Jing's face was full of disbelief, and even the sadness was slightly diluted.

Seeing that the man still didn't say anything, Mo Xian's actions became a little more serious.

Although the effect of this weapon is not as good as Zijinzhu itself, the pain has been magnified a lot, and it is not something ordinary people can bear.

That shrill scream, like howling ghosts and wolves, was extremely terrifying.

"I...we are from Sifang Pavilion. You can find it all the way to the east from here." The man in gray finally couldn't help it anymore, and said in a trembling voice: "Give me a happy time!"

Mo Xian didn't soften his hands either. With a slight shake of his palm, the man went soft, but there was a hint of relief on his face.

How painful should it be to make people feel that death is a relief?
Shen Jing and the others don't know, but they can be sure that their weapons have been reborn.

"Let's go and explore this Sifang Pavilion!" Mo Xian returned the umbrella to Xiao Wu, and then said in a deep voice.

Several people looked at each other, and then nodded firmly.

After that, the group of people headed east all the way, and they found that there was a huge monster in the darkness.

"Is this the Sifang Pavilion? I don't know how strong they are?" Meng Yang said, although he was hit by the Taiyin Killer, he still had some strength before he broke out completely.

"It's still some time before dark, no matter if it's a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair, we must go in and explore." Mo Xian said in a deep voice.

"Meng Yang and Xiao Wu stay here, we will act separately, and we must not startle the snake." Shen Jing said.

"En!" The six nodded, and then pressed their palms together.

(End of this chapter)