Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Just when Zheng Tuxiang was sad, Chu Qing had quietly sneaked into the camp and started the silent killing. This time, Chu Qing was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. He did not attack the army at dawn as Song Zhe thought.

He did not choose to attack and kill in the middle of the night.

Instead, choose the first half of the night.

Normally, the first half of the night is when people are most alert.

However:

Chu Qing decided to do the opposite.

"A group of big-headed soldiers have never practiced martial arts at all. They are just strong ordinary people."

"I, Jin Jin Perfect, have even practiced dozens of black gold bones, and I still care about a group of ordinary people?"

That's why he sneaked into the army.

The legs wandered as if setting up, easily dodging the sentries.

Soon, he arrived near the Chinese army camp.

While Song Zhe and others were drinking and having fun, he lurked in the shadows.

Originally, he wanted to set fire to these unlucky people.

result:

When he saw a group of big soldiers setting up various fire breaks and even preparing a large amount of soil, he knew that even setting fires would not have much impact.

It's better not to let go than to do this.

After all, fire prevention will only result in the death of a few people at most.

And the minions are not important.

at this time:

Wind blows.

One by one, the men in cloaks hugged the dancers and came out of the Chinese army camp and got into their own small tents.

Chu Qing smiled.

"The two armies are fighting and fighting, but they are also drinking and having fun?"

"You deserve to die."

He decided to assassinate.

After waiting for a while, he heard a happy voice coming from the tent, and he sneaked in quietly.

Click!

Click!

He stretched out his hands and broke the necks of two people at the same time.

The victory was about to come to an abrupt end.

therefore:

Some of the top soldiers reported to Zheng Toxiang with disdain that the children of Bingjia Sect were not good enough and the time was too short.

And Zheng Toixiang felt sad when he thought that the Bingjia Sect disciples loved to play and had such a short time, lamenting that the Bingjia Sect was not good enough.

one……

ten...

Eighteen...

Eighteen cloaked men were cleared, and only the last one remained.

What surprised Chu Qing was:

Just when he was about to take action, the last person actually asked for two more dancers.

"Nima, this kid really knows how to enjoy it."

With the help of the impact and roar, Chu Qing quietly sneaked into the camp.

Then, he froze.

because:

Although the man in the tent was hitting the dancer, he did not take off his clothes.

The dancers were all gagged by him and were tortured quite miserably by him.

Seeing Chu Qing, Song Zhe was stunned for a moment, threw the bruised dancer aside, and said with a sinister smile: "Sneaking into the army alone is definitely not a good person."

"Looking at how young you are, you are quite handsome."

"Presumably... you are Yu Ji's concubine!"

Chu Qing also smiled.

"Are you the reinforcement that Zheng Toxiang is looking for?"

"Did you guess that I was coming? Are you trying to create suspicion? Or...have you lost your function as a man, so you use this method to torture women?"

Song Zhe's eyes contracted.

Ten years ago, he was still young and had just joined the Jiazong.

Then, because of a trivial matter, Mrs. Shi Yu Ji broke the eggs.

However, he has never told anyone about this kind of thing.

All the women who had been close to him were killed and silenced by him.

This is the biggest secret.

But now, it was broken by Chu Qing.

He wanted to yell and summon Zheng Thixiang to come over and beat Chu Qing to death.

However, in order to keep it secret, he could only suppress it and endure it.

"Boy, what did you say?"

Song Zhe lowered his voice, stared at Chu Qing expressionlessly and said:

"you know too much!"

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

As he spoke, Song Zhe rolled up his sleeves, revealing two strong arms. Then, with his fingers like hooks, he flicked his nails and said with a clanking sound:

"Young man, tell me, how do you want to die?"

"say something!"

Chu Qing smiled.

He also rolled up his sleeves, and even had time to straighten out his brocade clothes, and said without fear: "So... pervert, how do you want to die?"

abnormal?

Song Zhe's head was buzzing.

He roared hoarsely: "I'm not a pervert."

The next second, he rushed towards Chu Qing like a tiger.

The ten fingers were like hooks, tearing the air and making a whimpering sound; more air flow turned into a ferocious tiger head, grinning its teeth, and followed.

Chu Qing, with his fingers also like hooks, rushed forward.

boom!

Fingers to fingers.

Both of them felt as if their fingers were poking at gold and stone.

Without retreating, the two of them flew with their claws, like phantoms, falling crazily and colliding.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The dull and fast collision made the big soldiers outside look ugly.

"Asshole, the dancers distributed by the general are the top dancers, and one of them is my goddess."

"How could he slam into my goddess like this?"

Some of the big soldiers couldn't bear it and rushed into the tent to stop Song Zhe.

As a result, his companion pulled him out and said seriously: "Do you want to die?"

"Those are the reinforcements invited by the general."

"If you cause trouble, the general will definitely kill you."

When the big-headed soldier heard the constant banging and muffled sounds in the tent, his teeth almost broke.

The friend comforted her and said, "Although your goddess was hit, she will definitely remember you in her heart."

"I can't tell you, but I still read your name silently."

“Besides, you feel a sense of participation when you’re outside guarding the door.”

The soldier nodded and waited silently.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the tent, the fight between Chu Qing and Song Zhe reached a fever pitch.

What surprised Chu Qing was that:

This opponent was very powerful.

His strength was no worse than his own.

Moreover, his speed was not slow either.

What was even more terrifying was that the opponent's moves were very sharp and terrifying.

Whether it was claws or fists and feet, the opponent was top-notch.

One minute...

Three minutes...

Song Zhe looked grim.

Because of his insufficient background, he did not have enough resources to practice gold tendons.

However, he also practiced perfect silver tendons and three hundred silver bones.

He even practiced blood a hundred times.

"How can this Chu Qing be so strong?"

"Even if his gold tendons are perfect, I can kill him."

"But why can't he be killed?"

"Could it be that he has practiced dozens of gold bones?"

Song Zhe was confused.

In the Bingjia Sect, even if it was a genius with perfect gold tendons, there were very few who could practice gold bones.

All of them are talented and have extraordinary backgrounds.

Chu Qing, Yu Ji's lover.

How can he practice golden bones?

Song Zhe was angry.

He roared inhumanly: "Even if you practice golden bones, I will beat you to death."

He attacked more fiercely.

His muscles and bones were trembling, and the blood in his body was flowing like a rushing river.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Song Zhe panted, and white air spurted out of his nostrils.

Chu Qing's eyeballs shrank.

"What is this guy going to do?"

"We can't drag it on."

He was filled with murderous intent and suddenly released the chain gun.

Huh!

The spear light was like lightning and light.

Slash!

Song Zhe had a wound on his chest and abdomen.

He was stunned and said hoarsely: "Shameless!"

"Why are you using weapons?"

Chu Qing said disdainfully: "Stupid pig, in a life-and-death fight, those who don't use weapons are fools."

Song Zhe...

He went to get the long sword beside him.

As a result, the chain gun blew up the long sword.

Song Zhe was furious and attacked Chu Qing again.

Chu Qing's chain gun flew, and suddenly shouted: "You have lost your balls, you are not a man."

For a moment, Song Zhe was in a trance and his face was pale.

He roared and shouted frantically: "Don't say it."

The next second, Chu Qing's chain gun, like a big snake, wrapped around him.

Crashed!

The chain gun shrank and tied up Song Zhe.

"If you die, I won't say it."

While speaking, he abandoned the chain gun and rushed to Song Zhe.

Song Zhe was shocked and angry, his body shrank, and he tried to break free.

However, Chu Qing was too fast.

Two fingers put together, like a spear - puff!

The finger pierced the throat.

Song Zhe's body was stiff.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

Chu Qing's fingers flew, poking his throat, eyes, and temples.

Finally, piercing his heart.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

Song Zhe spit out blood foam, and his breath was weak.

Chu Qing wiped the bloody fingers on his body, let out a long breath and said: "By the way, you idiot, what's your name?"

Song Zhe trembled all over, he gritted his teeth, stubbornly, and then hit his head against the ground.

Bang!

Once

Bang!

Five

Crack!

Ten

The head exploded, unrecognizable.

Chu Qing was stunned.