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Chapter 1021 The Cunning White-faced Scholar

The white-faced scholar took out some pills and weapons from the storage bag.

"Seven-ring knife, sixth-grade spiritual grass, and... I believe that you can use these things. I want to use these to buy my life."

The white-faced scholar had sincere eyes and a humble attitude. He came to Zhao Wushuang with his things in his hands, not even daring to lift his head.

Zhao Wushuang looked at him, an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, since you are sincere, then I will reluctantly promise you."

As Zhao Wushuang said, he was about to reach out to pick up something.

It was too late to say it, but the white-faced scholar's hand shook suddenly, and he moved the seven-ring knife with his fingers, and the sharp point of the knife pointed directly at Zhao Wushuang's heart.

Zhao Wushuang took a step back, raised his arm, and flames gushed out, engulfing the knife.

But the white-faced scholar put his three fingers together, like sharp knives whistling, stabbing down obliquely.

His real target is Zhao Wushuang's dantian.

Unleashing the seven-ring saber to attack Zhao Wushuang's heart was only his first blow. In this way, Zhao Wushuang would concentrate all his mind on the heart.

Right now is the best time for him to pierce the opponent's dantian.

His fingers are extremely fast and lethal.

This is what he practiced since he was a child. Since then, he has been hiding his unique skill and will never use it until the critical time.

And almost all those who have seen his fingering technique have already gone to hell.

This person in front of him is no exception.

His fingers were like knives, moving forward without hesitation, trying to pierce through all obstacles, just when he was only a tiny bit away from the surface of Zhao Wushuang's dantian, a palm cut in horizontally.

"boom!"

The violent force gathered at the tips of his fingers hit the center of that palm heavily, making a sound of clashing fine iron.

The white-faced scholar's expression changed drastically as he failed to succeed in the blow. He waved his finger again and aimed at Zhao Wushuang's heart.

However, another palm touched his sharp finger, and no blood leaked out, forming a rivalry with his finger.

Could it be said that this person has also specially practiced palm finger skills?
After two consecutive blows aimed at the vitals failed, the white-faced scholar knew that he had lost the best chance to kill the opponent. He no longer hesitated, retreated quickly, and summoned several magic weapons at the same time.

Three of them were attack-type magic weapons, which burst out with enormous power in an instant, and behind the blazing heat wave, he rode on the flying shield specially designed for escape.

"Damn...these are all collected by me through a lot of hard work."

Even if he escaped, the white-faced scholar gritted his teeth with hatred.

Those attack magic weapons are all in the seventh or eighth rank, even if they are placed in the hands of high-level saints, they can be regarded as powerful weapons.

I'm afraid he will have to spend a lot of time collecting means to save his life in the future.

He looked back frequently, and he was relieved that no one was chasing him from behind.

But suddenly a strong murderous intent came, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he dodged to avoid it.

In a hasty glance, he saw a lotus root that was so white that it shone brightly in the dark night.

is her!

The white-faced scholar recalled the scene where the neck of the red-haired man was pinched, and he, who is known for being calm and hot, didn't feel a trace of panic in his heart.

He even didn't expect that this panic would become a reality when it happened.

The severe pain in his abdomen made him wake up in an instant. Looking down, the jade hand penetrated the position of his left abdomen, and quickly pulled it out again.

The white-faced scholar's body softened, and the intense pain stimulated his nerves.

No, you must not fall down here!Gritting his teeth tightly, Bai Mian Shu Sheng poured all the energy in his body into the flying shield under his feet.

With a flash of light above Feidun, he led him away from this place, and rushed ten miles with a whoosh, leaving Bloody Mary behind in the blink of an eye.

This object is an eighth-level flying magic weapon, and it was snatched from a strong man of the fourth heaven of saints by the white-faced scholar.

Unexpectedly, it played a role at a critical time.

He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and continued to run wildly in the flying shield, but the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart became more and more intense. He had already figured out who he would call to tear Zhao Wushuang and the others into pieces after returning to Wuyou City.

The wind howled, and the black clouds scattered. The white-faced scholar on the flying shield felt something, and couldn't help looking up.

It was this look that made his heart go cold.

A fireball came over him at some point, exuding fiery red light and scalding heat.

The fireball irrationally hit the flying shield flying at high speed, with precise violence, savage ferocity, the white-faced scholar fell down by the violent force, and smashed into the pit with a bang, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The flying shield received a strong impact, rotated several times, cut off a few trees, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Not far away, Zhao Wushuang stepped on the fire phoenix under his feet and came to the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar was dying, half of his body had been burned by the real fire of the phoenix, and he looked quite miserable.

"you……"

He moved his lips, wanting to say something else, but Zhao Wushuang didn't give him a chance to speak, his palm was clasped on his head, and the soul power rushed in directly, pulling out the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness.

For Zhao Wushuang, who is a strong soul in the quasi-emperor realm, wanting to draw out the original soul of a low-level saint in a weak state is nothing more than a simple matter.

Then he took out the soul-raising bottle and threw the white-faced scholar's soul into it.

Jin Zhichen, who had been sitting quietly in the corner in the soul-raising bottle, opened her eyes. When she saw other souls coming in, she couldn't wait to rush up.

"Stop for me." Zhao Wushuang's indifferent voice sounded in her ears; "It is useful for me to keep this person, if you dare to swallow his soul, I will make you disappear from this world completely."

Jin Zhichen's eyes were cold, and she was very angry in her heart, but she understood that to Zhao Wushuang, she was just an ant that could be easily crushed to death.

She didn't want to be completely wiped out, so she could only sit back in her place.

After the white-faced scholar's soul was thrown in, he still couldn't believe it, especially after he recognized the strength of Jin Zhichen's soul, he didn't dare to say anything, and could only complain secretly in his heart.

Zhao Wushuang took the bottle back and returned to the original grass. He placed his unconscious parents on a piece of soft grass.

His father was seriously injured, and only a faint wisp of his mother's soul remained.

It made Zhao Wushuang very uncomfortable. If he hadn't come in time, his parents would have been murdered by others, and his mother would have been defiled by beasts, and she would die with regret.

Chu Jingyun was the first to wake up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Wushuang sitting beside him in a daze.

There is always some kind of subtle connection between mother and child. She recognized at the first sight that this was her own son, a real son whom she had not met for more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)