Infinite Script Killing

Monk Ming's eyes widened, and an iron fan flew out from his sleeves and landed in his palm. He spread the fan across his chest. He tensed up when he saw Xu Tong's gesture, almost having the same reaction as Taoist Zhuzhu.

It is nothing more than worrying that Xu Tong has an arrow in his sleeve and a bow in his back.

Just when he was about to call out to Xu Tong, as he was walking around on the street not to reveal the murder weapon, he didn't know that Xu Tong bowed down with one hand, and Monk Ming's head started buzzing.

His eyes went black, and the scene around Xu Tong became blurry. He could vaguely see a black energy coming from around Xu Tong.

In just a moment of confusion, Xu Tongren stood up from the tea table and walked slowly into the crowd.

"Please enjoy your drink, sir."

The waiter at the tea stall came over to collect the money and found that all the money had been slapped into the table. He couldn't help but glared at Monk Ming's face carefully from the corner of his eye.

I saw Monk Ming's eyes staring forward like bells, his chubby face had turned black and purple, and the temples on both sides of his forehead were frighteningly bulging.

"Sir, what is this..."

The waiter tried to reach out and pat Monk Ming's shoulder, fearing that he would choke on the tea he drank too hard, but his hand just touched him.

"puff!!"

Monk Ming's blood spurted out two meters away. His body swayed and his head fell to the ground.

For a moment, everyone in the tea shop was in a hurry. They didn't know what was going on. They just thought that someone had a sudden illness and hurriedly called for help to send the person to the hospital.

In fact, Monk Ming was not seriously injured, but he was caught off guard by Xu Tong's slam dunk, which seriously injured his soul. For a while, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

This is not Ming Monk Taicai. As the saying goes, one move can be eaten all over the world, but it is really the Taiyin damage caused by Baishan Kou.

Even if they were on guard, Monk Ruming and Taoist Zhuzhu watched Xu Tong bow down, but what they were wary of was the hidden arrows that might be hidden in his cuffs or the crossbow mechanism behind his collar.

Who would have thought that this guy would hit him with magic damage, catching him off guard, and he was blinded on the first visit.

Xu Tong seriously injured Monk Ming and did not attack again. On the one hand, he was walking around in the street. There were rules for walking around. No weapons were seen, and no crowds were shocked. Everyone was fighting for the same method.

On the other hand, if someone dies suddenly in public, it will inevitably attract the attention of the police. This is not what Qianju and the others want to see, let alone what they want to see.

I saw him standing up and walking towards the other end of the street, changing positions left and right in the crowd, scanning the surroundings, waiting for Monk Ming's accomplices to take action.

At this time, a man in a gray coat walked up to Xu Tong in the crowd. They were one meter apart, but their steps were surprisingly consistent.

"Good idea, little brother, how about you let me accompany you for a while."

After the man finished speaking, Xu Tong suddenly felt a strange feeling. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he always felt like he was being caught.

With a sideways glance, I saw the man's face was calm and calm, but his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and a layer of dust was stirred up on the ground when he stepped down.

What's even weirder is that his own pace unknowingly follows the opponent's rhythm. No matter whether he deliberately slows down or speeds up to move forward, he can't get rid of this strange sense of rhythm.

With every step I took, I felt the strange feeling in my body getting stronger and stronger.

He has never seen this kind of strange technique in [Qingyun Strange Technique Record], but he has a strong sense of it. If he continues like this, he will not be able to walk a few steps, and he is afraid that his internal organs will also be affected by this strange force. Shattered.

Thinking of this, he simply stopped walking. When the man saw this, he also stopped and stood next to Xu Tong, looking at the crowd in front of him: "Little brother, this street is very long. It only takes these few steps." Are you just tired?"

"Then I'm just tired, what can you do?" Xu Tong asked.

"You have to go even if you are tired. Throughout your life, many people want to stop, but sometimes stopping is a dead end. Only by keeping moving forward can you find a way to survive."

As the man spoke, he lifted his robe with his fingers and raised one leg.

Xu Tong was surprised to find that when the man stepped forward, his own legs started to move forward uncontrollably, as if there was a force pulling him.

Seeing the surprised look on Xu Tong's face, the man pinched the mustache on his chin with his fingers: "Look, you think you can stop, but a man is like a lonely boat, drifting on the rivers and lakes, and he wants to leave. Stop, it’s up to you to decide which one.”

As he spoke, he continued walking.

Seeing this, Xu Tong frowned, then took the initiative to speed up and cross in front of the man, looking back at him: "Since you like walking so much, then I will let you walk as long as you can!"

As he spoke, he didn't even look at the man, and just strode forward.

When the man saw this, he felt suspicious in his heart. He didn't know what this kid was up to, but he was confident that this kid had been hit by his magic and had no chance of escaping. He wasn't afraid of what kind of trouble he might make.

So Xu Tong walked in front, and the man followed behind. In just three or five steps, big beads of sweat began to appear on Xu Tong's forehead, and even his breathing became rapid, like an old man who had just come down from the fields. Panting like a cow.

"Hey, let's see how long you can go!"

Seeing this, the sneer on the man's face became even thicker, but he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart that his strange technique came from the secret technique of the Sanmao Sect [Fang Cun Thousand Miles]

Every step he takes is equivalent to a thousand steps taken by him, and step by step the pressure becomes greater and greater, and he becomes more and more tired as he goes. In the end, even a cow cannot walk very far and will die of exhaustion.

But this kid was only sweating a little and breathing heavily. He couldn't help but be surprised. How could this kid have such good physical strength? ?

Just when he was thinking about how long this kid could last, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sole of his foot. When he looked down, he saw a nail appearing under his foot.

The nail is about the size of a thumb. Pull it out and take a closer look. It's actually made of paper?

"Paper nails?"

Looking at the nail that was pulled out, the man's face suddenly became strange, as if he had something in his heart. He looked up and saw Xu Tong with his back to him, lowering his head and looking back, with a sinister smile on his face: "Photo You said, if I want to leave, you can’t stop, right?”

The smile on his face became more ferocious as he spoke, and when he opened his hand, he saw densely packed small paper nails falling from his palm and clattering under his feet.

The scattered paper nails seemed to have eyes, all scattered around the soles of the man's feet without any bias.

Looking at these scattered nails, the man's face suddenly became ugly. These paper nails looked soft and floppy, but little did he know that after Xu Tong used the spirit-enchanting technique to strengthen them, the hardness of the nails was no worse than those of iron.

Seeing that the man's expression was dull, Xu Tong tried to lift his feet and stepped forward.

As soon as he left, the man's expression changed drastically, and he had to follow Xu Tong's steps and step up step by step.

With this kick, all the dense paper nails were stuck into the soles of the man's feet. Suddenly, the man's eyes were blinded by pain, and the veins on his hands became tense.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the fingers are ten fingers, so is the toes, not to mention the excruciating pain in the soles of his feet, which almost made him cry out.

He was also a bloody man. Seeing the blood seeping out along the uppers of his shoes, he calmed down, glared at Xu Tong, and said with a smile on his face, "You have the guts, let's see who among us can outlast the other today!"

As he spoke, he suddenly swept his toes, sweeping up the dust on the ground, sweeping away the paper nails, and took advantage of this moment to jump forward with one foot.

However, just when his foot was about to land, Xu Tong hooked his fingers, and suddenly the paper nails that had been swept away quickly emerged from the feet of the people around him.

Like lively and cute elves, they quickly gathered on the soles of the man's feet.

"ah!!"

This time the man couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, holding the soles of his feet with both hands, his face trembling with pain and tears falling down.

"What, you're not leaving?? If you don't leave, I'll keep walking!!"

Xu Tong knelt down and looked at the paper nails stuck in the soles of the man's feet, and couldn't help but laugh.

"You!! Despicable!!" The man's face turned pale, and his teeth could not stop chattering just when he spoke. He could only glare at Xu Tonglai.

"Say it as if you are very bright."

Xu Tong curled his lips and stood up to leave when suddenly there was a commotion in front of him and someone shouted: "It's not good that the water tanker has overturned. Get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" sound, and a splash of clear water poured down from the ramp above.

It turns out that people at this time did not have running water, so they had to go to wells to drink water. But in some places, there was a lot of water and there were no wells nearby, so they used carts to pull huge buckets to deliver water. Now this bucket of water is spilled. , instantly making the streets wet.

When the man took a look, he found that the paper nails melted away immediately after being stained with water. He immediately became energetic and stood up from the ground, staring at Xu Tong like a vicious wolf.

"Hey Hey."

He ignored the wounds on his feet and stepped randomly on the accumulated water on the ground. He looked at Xu Tong with a proud look, meaning, come on? You continue, our account is over today!

Without the threat of paper nails, he would definitely exhaust Xu Tong to death today.

Xu Tong glanced at the water under his feet and couldn't help but squint in the direction of the cracked bucket in the distance. This thing was so big and fixed on the cart with ropes that it couldn't easily fall to the ground.

Taking a closer look, he saw the person who wanted to pat him on the shoulder, standing in the crowd with his arms folded, looking here with a half-smile.

Seeing this, Xu Tong was not angry. He turned to look at the man and silently gave a thumbs up: "Congratulations, you have a good brother!"

"Of course!"

The man raised his head and cupped his hand in the direction of the urging hand, with a proud look on his face. But when he turned around, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Xu Tong holding a white plastic bag in his hand.

He didn't recognize such an exquisite package, but he still recognized the words on it. There was only one word on it: "Salt"