Love Warriors Cong Liangji

"I'm serious." Jiang Liu said seriously.

Well, this kind of thinking is purely "respecting the teacher and respecting the way", trying to do "filial piety"... just wanting to lock her up, without any other meaning.

Jiang Liu is a serious person!

"If you can win, I'll let you handle it!" Feng grinned, "Do you have the guts to fight?"

"call!"

Jiang Liu let out a long breath, and a gleam of coldness flashed across his eyes.

If it really came to this point...he should have made up his mind too!

Kill it, or imprison it, and wait for the ghost doctor Zhu Shi to successfully develop the "antidote"?

However, if you go down this road and really lock Feng in the basement... There is always a feeling that something important will be lost, and then there will be no turning back.

Chapter 27: The Secret of the Buddha Statue, the Nameless Ancient Knife

Bang!

The door of the Buddhist hall was violently knocked open, a figure rolled and flew in, and fell on the hard and cold floor.

"Uh, poof!"

Just as he was about to stand up, Jiang Liu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood, and his face flushed abnormally.

"It's too exaggerated."

Da da da......

The sound of light footsteps came, but it seemed to sound in Jiang Liu's heart, even stepping on the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Aren't you escaping?"

"..."

Jiang Liu didn't say a word, but the response he received was a piercing sword pressure.

The pressure of the red sword was like the waning moon, and it easily cut through the door. Jiang Liu was so frightened that he turned over to avoid it.

"What the hell is a long-range attack?" Jiang Liu stood up in embarrassment, and couldn't help complaining, "The difference between my sword skills is too big!"

"Oh!"

Kicking off the broken wood, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Jiang Liu appeared at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, and the moonlight reflected that half of the deformed outline.

Dao Lingtangfeng's right hand has been completely assimilated with Tai Dao now, steel and flesh are entangled together, and she can't see her original appearance at all, but her disfigured half of her face has miraculously recovered!

Except for the eyes not being regenerated, the skin and facial muscles are no different, the only difference is that there are some strange patterns, which add a touch of coquettishness to her beautiful face.

Jiang Liu complained about it, but he didn't despise her at all.

Feng is right, if this continues, since Jiang Liu doesn't want to kill Feng, then he may be killed by him in turn...I always feel that this kind of thing has happened before.

But it is different from before, this time it is not practice and test, but real life and death.

"Is this a vampire technique?"

"Probably, but it's not mine, but the guy behind it. I don't know what's going on, so I used it naturally."

"Sure enough." Jiang Liu took a deep breath and frowned.

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Light cannon?That kind of thing is unlikely to appear in this world.

After all, this is a simple world where internal power, magic, and fighting spirit do not exist, and the mysterious elements are limited to "ghosts".

Even for the strongest swordsman, if he wants to kill an enemy, he has to touch the opponent with his blade. It is not impossible to kill someone with sword energy, but the power of sword energy is definitely weaker than that of a real sword. Doubtful.

Not necessarily if it's a vampire technique.

Blood ghosts may be the most "unscientific" setting in Ghost Slayer. It's okay for these evil ghosts to have the ability to transform their bodies and quickly regenerate. Some blood ghosts can even manipulate space, which is simply wrong.

If Feng can borrow the blood ghost technique of "carcass", then he can indeed do something similar to sword qi.

And judging from Jiang Liu's own perception, the bloody sword's pressure was not pure air pressure, but highly compressed blood.

The moment the knife is swung, the ghost blood on the blade is instantly compressed and scatter out, forming the so-called "blood-colored sword energy".

It is similar to a water gun, but because the blood is compressed to the extreme, when the high pressure gushes out, it has a sharpness comparable to a steel blade, and can even cut through rocks with ease.

To be honest, this is beyond the scope of Jiang Liu's response. Even if he let go of his hands and fights without any scruples, it is difficult to win, let alone the current state of restraint.

"It's been a long time. This feeling of enthusiasm is like being completely reborn."

After shaking his left hand, Feng murmured: "No, it should be going back to the past... So, I'm so strong."

Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes, gripped the long knife with both hands, and held his breath.

He could feel that Feng's state was obviously not right.

"What's the matter, kid?"

Feng suddenly cast his eyes on Jiang Liu, and the ghost blood knife attached to his right hand quickly swung out, and the afterimage cut through the atmosphere and made a harsh sound.

"Are you still attacking?!"

"Well!"

Jiang Liu took a sharp breath, his chest was immediately filled with a large amount of air, and a scorching breath flowed in his blood, and his body was fully awakened in an instant.

"Bah!"

The bloody sword easily cut through the floor, but Jiang Liu nimbly dodged and launched a surprise attack on Feng.

"Too tender!"

The red-haired heroine grinned ferociously, her right hand deftly slid across the gorgeous trajectory, and the blood-colored flower like a mandala suddenly bloomed in the dark night, but each petal was actually a sword that could easily tear apart the human body. .

At the moment when the bloody flowers bloomed, the large and small statues in the Buddhist hall were destroyed, and even the murals became messy, leaving the scene in a mess.

However, on such a chaotic battlefield, Jiang Liu concentrated on sensing every fluctuation in the surrounding space, reflected all the trajectories of sword pressure in his mind, and made an instant judgment with instinct and intuition.

call--!

It was like a gust of breeze, without strong momentum and gorgeous steps, the young man passed through the blockade line pressed by the sword inconspicuously, even though his body was also scratched by the aftermath with several wounds, he remained indifferent.

"Wuxin Flow·Three Types—Unconsciousness!"

Concentrate, see through falsehood, and come first!

For Jiang Liu, who is good at self-suggestion and forced concentration, this move requires extremely high perception and concentration, although it is quite difficult, it seems to be tailor-made for him.

"Pfft!"

The Taidao successfully broke through Feng's defense, and stabbed her in the chest with lightning speed!

Feng's whole body froze and fell into silence.

But before Jiang Liu could catch his breath, he heard a voice that was so familiar to him that his hairs almost stood on end.

"Targeted the lungs instead of the heart, you."

"—!"

Before he had time to react, a huge force suddenly hit Jiang Liu's chest and abdomen, knocking the boy's body away like a rag.

Bang!

Jiang Liu bumped into the majestic statue of the Goddess of Molizhi, and almost knocked the statue down. He only felt that several bones were broken all over his body, and the pain was unspeakable.

"Are you really planning to make me powerless? It's too arrogant."

A blood-red eyeball appeared in Feng's originally empty eye socket. The woman didn't seem to notice her change, but raised the corner of her mouth excitedly, and swung a sword fiercely at Jiang Liu, who was powerless to resist.

"break!"

Zheng——

In a hurry, Jiang Liu leaned over to resist with the sun wheel knife, but the severely worn knife could no longer withstand such an intense battle, and it broke into two pieces with a crisp sound!

Fortunately, Jiang Liu had already prepared to dodge before, but a few hairs were cut off by the sword, and he was not seriously injured.

But having said that, for a swordsman to lose his sword, this is far more unacceptable than physical injury, especially at such a critical moment where life is at stake.

"It's troublesome now..."

Throwing away the broken sword with only three or five inches of blade left, Jiang Liu looked bitter, and turned to prepare for hand-to-hand combat.

If this continues, he will indeed be killed.

Think hard!

Being killed... This is what Jiang Liu is unwilling to do, but if Feng is killed, there will always be a feeling that he has bowed to his fate and that he has been ruthlessly played with.

Master and apprentice killing each other, the ultimate choice of one or the other——Jiang Liu hates such old-fashioned and malicious plots from the bottom of his heart.

Although he liked this kind of plot when he was a writer... Is this karma?

"Ugh!"

Just when Jiang Liu was sorting out his mood and was about to give it a go, there was a loud noise behind him.

Both Jiang Liu and Feng were stunned, staring blankly at the statue of Molizhitian behind them.

Just now, Feng's blow turned into a sword pressure and shot out. Although it failed to kill Jiang Liu, it cut off his sword, and... after Jiang Liu dodged, he exposed the goddess statue .

Ever since, under the shocking and inexplicable eyes of the two, half of the statue's body slowly slid down like a block of ice from the upper left to the lower right...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Jiang Liu blinked, his expression froze, as if he saw something incredible.

"That's...a knife?

There is a knife hidden in such a place? "

That's right, there is an ancient knife with a sheath inserted in the broken statue!

Chapter 28: True Traditional Arts!

Not to mention Jiang Liu, even Feng, whose sanity was about to (already) collapsed, was stunned, staring blankly at the tattered ancient knife.