Chapter 103 Hidden weapon retreats from the enemy

In fact, the old man's fat body has really been exercised. Not to mention that knives and guns are invulnerable, at least it will not be inferior to the famous foreign skills "Golden Bell Cover" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" widely spread in the world.

Moreover, when he went around to the top of Luo Yuchen's head from behind, it happened that his right-hand sword was restrained by Zu Qianqiu and there was no way to turn his head to target himself in a short time. Therefore, the old man dared not to arouse any true qi, so he used that fat flesh to shake Luo Yuchen.

But what he didn't expect was that Luo Yuchen slapped it casually, and it was like a red-hot soldering iron. A sharp real qi network directly penetrated his fat, directly seriously injured several acupuncture points on his chest, and suddenly made him close his breath and lose his combat effectiveness...

After Zu Qianqiu was left alone, Luo Yuchen's pressure suddenly became much less, and he no longer leaned against the big tree for passive defense. He directly rushed up with a long sword, and then chased and fought with him in the forest open space!

Both of them fight fast, but they are different from the previous short fight. Neither of them easily wastes real energy. They just try their best to find each other's flaws and want to find an opportunity to break with a blow. Therefore, in the blink of an eye, the two have exchanged forty or fifty moves with each other, but the collision of weapons has never happened! Judging from the scene, the two suddenly separated, as if two flowers and butterflies were dancing. Such a picture is naturally much better than the battle scene just now.

However, with the passage of time, Luo Yuchen gradually felt pressure, because his swordsmanship has just broken through after all, and he does not have much experience in the enemy. Zu Qianqiu's strength has long been tempered many times, so he saw his right hand folding fan and dancing repeatedly, sometimes making the dagger short soldier. The technique is sometimes turned into a machete blade, and then it is used as a point pen!

Compared with the change and flexibility of the folding fan of the right hand, Zu Qianqiu's left hand used the sharp and clumsy "iron sleeve skill" move. In the soft sound, bursts of strong wind came to his face, pressing Luo Yuchen's chest.

I have to admit that under the same star level, the average strength of martial artists from the Demon Sect is generally better than that of Bai Dao. Although Zu Qianqiu is also a five-star strength, he is more than a little better than the five-star Liu Zhengfeng and Lin Ruhai.

Under the flashing iron sleeves and the strange and flexible folding fan joint attack, Luo Yuchen's sword range was involuntarily compressed little by little, and he felt more and more difficult to move. Moreover, more importantly, Luo Yuchen's real qi consumption speed was also unexpected. Just in just a minute or two, he felt a little angry. As a last resort, Luo Yuchen had to repeat his old skills, and suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Look at the hidden weapon!"

Zu Qianqiu's figure was slightly stagnant, and his sleeve robe was swept up, and a strong wind was blowing to cover his front point, but this subconscious reaction was still in the air, and there was no hidden weapon in Luo Yuchen's hand. Moreover, under a slight pause, he gave Luo Yuchen a chance to gasp and adjust and win back the situation. At this moment, Zu Qianqiu's heart was really furious: "Kid, will you play such a little trick?"

Although he is furious in his heart, Zu Qianqiu's moves are not messy at all, but more strict and fierce! After a few moves, Luo Yuchen reluctantly turned back into invisible and fell into absolute passive again. Then, he saw his eyes turn, raised his hand again, and said loudly, "Here comes the hidden weapon, black blood god needle!"

"You hidden weapon..." Zu Qianqiu cursed. Suddenly, he heard a sad sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air. There was a dazzling silver light in front of him. Suddenly, his heart was stunned. He quickly took action with all his strength and waved two thick air walls to block in front of him. But it's too late. A few thin cow hair needles have pierced his body protection before the gas wall was formed and deeply penetrated into his body!

There was a slight pain and numbness in seven or eight places on his hand, and it returned to normal in an instant. Zu Qianqiu didn't think much. He urged Zhenqi again to catch up with Luo Yuchen and continue to fight. But at this time, the old man sitting under the big tree not far away roared and broke through some kind of shackles. He raised his hand and patted him on his chest heavily. After spitting out the gorgeous blood of a large lipstick, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and looked at Luo Yuchen from the back. He rushed over and said, "Zu Qianqiu, be careful, don't be strong anymore, be careful to attack! This boy got the true biography of Elder Qu!"

"What?" Zu Qianqiu's body stiffened, and his mind suddenly remembered one thing: It seems that the name of the hidden weapon shouted by Luo Yuchen just now is "Black Blood God Needle"? The next moment, his heart trembled violently, and then it was suddenly fixed in place as if he had been hit by the method of setturing.

While shivering, he took out the pill from his arms and put it in his mouth. Zu Qianqiu's mind also seemed to have opened a pot. Countless thoughts ruffed violently: "Oh, it's not good. It is said that the more powerful the poison is, the less painful it is after being hit. When I hit the needle just now, it was indeed numb for a short moment. Then it returned to normal. It seems that the cow hair needle is really poisoned! No wonder Elder Qu specially gave some antidote to each of our brothers before he left. It turned out that he had passed on the kung fu of the black-blooded needle to outsiders..."

An antidote swallowed his stomach, and Zu Qianqiu was slightly relieved. Seeing that the old man was still circling around Luo Yuchen, he occasionally walked with a touch. He absolutely did not dare to stay for a while. He couldn't help sighing slightly and shouted, "Don't entangle any more, withdraw!"

"Good!" After pushing out a burst of palm wind and forcing Luo Yuchen to withdraw a few steps, the old man immediately turned around and rushed to Zu Qianqiu, raised his hand to resist him on his shoulder, and then rushed into the depths of the woods with light kung fu...

"Wow, I finally passed!" As soon as the strong enemy retreated, Luo Yuchen took a breath. The sweat on his body rolled down and soaked all his clothes in an instant. And so much sweat, in addition to the exhaustion of physical strength, there is also a large part of it forced by mental tension.

As mentioned before, it is extremely difficult to make the poison of the black blood god needle. Hengshan City is also a small mountain city with scarce supplies. Naturally, it is impossible for Luo Yuchen to match this famous poison in a short time. Those cow hair needles are just the most common anesthetics.

Fortunately, the hidden weapon technique of launching the silver needle is the authentic black blood god needle, so it can penetrate the true body of Zu Qianqiu. And the "coagulation and pulse amputation" that seriously injured the old man is also a real skill, which can deceive the two big enemies. Otherwise, as long as Zu Qianqiu pestered for another minute or two, Luo Yuchen's true energy would be exhausted, and he could only die...

Of course, it can't be true, especially Zu Qianqiu. His brain is extremely flexible, and it won't be long before he can find out. Therefore, Luo Yuchen did not dare to stay here for too long. As soon as the figures of the two disappeared, Luo Yuchen quickly took action, hastily cleaned up the items dropped by Fei Bin and others, and quickly carried Qinggong and left the lush forest in the middle of the road down the mountain...

In fact, Zu Qianqiu did not quickly notice something wrong. It was not until he was carried on his shoulder by the old man and ran out more than ten miles that his body found something wrong before his mind: "Stop, stop the old man. My stomach is uncomfortable. I need to make it convenient!"

"Well, I'm going to die of exhaustion, so just stop and have a rest!" The old man put down Zu Qianqiu, and then reached out his hand to cover his chest and gasped violently and coughed. After leaning on a flat boulder and resting for a while, he adjusted his breath evenly, closed his eyes and began to carefully start his internal power.

With the operation of internal power, the old man's eyebrows frowned and tighter, and his face was also red and white. It was not until more than ten minutes later that he suddenly lowered his head and spit out a large mouthful of blood with black blood clots. Then he was relieved and looked much better. Opening his eyes, he found that Zu Qianqiu, who was also extremely ugly, had come back and was protecting himself: "What, are you hit by blood clotting?"

"Yes, I didn't check it for a while, and I didn't have time to move my strength to resist, and I was sealed with a few acupuncture points and blood in my chest. I almost hurt my heart. NND, it's really unlucky! By the way, how is the poison on your body? Have you untied it?"

Speaking of his own situation, Zu Qianqiu's face looked even worse. He clenched his cheeks and shook his head, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "There is no poison of the quenched blood god needle on his needle at all, but a little anesthetic on the tip of the needle! On the contrary, it was the antidote given by Elder Qu, which made me eat my stomach..."

"Ah? Is there no poison on the needle?" After being slightly stunned, the old man suddenly patted his thigh and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, it turns out that there is no poison on the needle? On the contrary, did you have diarrhea after taking the antidote? Haha... It's so funny... It's better for you to go to Pingyizhi to have a look. If you are poisoned by the antidote of the black blood god needle, it's really, really, haha..."

"Huh, what are you laughing at? What's funny?" Zu Qianqiu's face also began to turn blue and red rapidly. Finally, he was really embarrassed and angry by the old man's smile. Then he stood up and threw a hard sentence: "Even if I was poisoned by the antidote, it was a common joke between our Yellow River ancestors! Who let the two of us take action together and still be disgraced by the boy!"

"Well..." The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and then he looked at Zu Qianqiu and looked at each other, and he also felt that he wanted to cry without tears...