Chapter 306: The Old Man Who Carries the Altar
The reason why this history chain made the people in the rivers and lakes frightened was not only because of his pair of silver thorns, but more importantly, because of his ruthless methods in the past. As soon as the www.biquge.info enters the battle, it is as if they have gone crazy and will not stop until they kill their opponents. In just a few breaths of fighting, he had attacked the opponent more than four hundred and thirty times, and the sky was full of silver flashing light, and his eyes could hardly be opened. Sun Changkong has been suppressed to the death from the beginning to the end, and he has no chance to draw his sword at all. Now, he can only replace the knife with his hand, use his fingers as a sword, protect his heart, and protect his abdomen, so as not to let the other party have a chance to take advantage of it.
Although Sun Changkong was surprised, he was not as strong as the shock in Shi Lianhuan's heart. He has debuted for more than 30 years, and he has seen countless masters, but except for a few few, almost no one can easily catch so many of his silver thorns. What made him even more unbelievable was that the other party was actually maneuvering with him with his bare hands, and he seemed to have reservations between his gestures, and he didn't do his best at all. Could it be that this kid is three points better than himself?
Thinking of this, Shi Lianhuan's speed immediately increased by three percent, no more, no less, just three percent. He hopes to use this to force the opponent to his full strength. But Sun Changkong had a calm face, and he didn't lose his charm between leaning up and closing, and even the sideburns on both sides were not messy, and at first glance it looked like he was dancing.
"Good guy, eat my trick!"
As he spoke, Shi Lianhuan suddenly changed his moves, and the pair of deadly twin thorns suddenly doubled, and the waves were like silver threads, crisscrossing the sky. What's even more strange is that these strange silver threads did not disappear with the departure of the silver thorns, but instead seemed more and more real.
"This!"
Sun Changkong was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly jumped back, hoping to avoid the other party's moves. But Nashi was aggressive, and as soon as he saw a flaw, he immediately launched a stormy offensive, and in the blink of an eye, Sun Changkong was shrouded in a silver "sky net".
"Hehe, look at my Yinluo Skynet, or your two palms are better. β
Seeing that the killing move was coming, Sun Changkong turned over and fell to the ground, taking this opportunity to draw the sword behind his back. As soon as the light appeared, the fog that had been lingering around for a long time finally had a tendency to dissipate, but the silver skynet was still hanging in mid-air, and its momentum did not decrease at all. Sun Changkong didn't even think about it, and with a wave of his hand, it was a move of "chivalrous love", and thousands of swords rose from the ground.
That Yinluo Sky Net is of course very powerful, but the Chonghui Sword has a greater advantage when it pokes a gap in the thickness of a grinding disc on the seemingly indestructible giant net. Seeing this situation, Sun Changkong turned into a streamer and jumped out directly along the gap. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he couldn't help but look back, only to see that as soon as the sky net landed, it immediately caused a catastrophic and violent vision, the mountain road collapsed, the gravel slived, and the grass and trees along the way rolled down the cliff, and I don't know where it fell. Sun Changkong looked at the neatly cut stone wall behind him, and couldn't help but feel palpitations, if this was cut on his body, I am afraid it would not taste too good!
"My goodness, how did you escape? What was your trick just now?" Shi Lianhuan suddenly stopped his offensive and asked loudly.
"Hehe, this is the chivalrous swordsmanship I learned from my master, and it was one of the tricks just now, called Chivalrous Taotian. β
"Chivalrous Taotian, chivalrous, Taotian, good name, good name, the creator of this swordsmanship must be a hero!"
Sun Changkong looked ashamed and said in a low voice: "The family teacher is just an ordinary Taoist, and he has no ability. Perhaps, his cultivation is not as good as mine now. β
Shi Lianhuan said unhappily: "Impossible, my Yinluo Sky Net is invincible, how can I lose to the swordsmanship created by a little Taoist." No way!"
Sun Changkong spread his hands and said disdainfully: "What's this, I still have a hundred-fold powerful move, do you want to see it?"
Shi Lianhuan's pupils contracted, and a smiling face immediately stiffened coldly, which was very scary.
"Then you attack, I really want to see what kind of magic power this chivalrous move is a hundred times more powerful. β
Sun Changkong flickered his wrist, and the Chonghui Sword immediately danced into a sword flower, flickering bright and dark, light and shadow, as if heavy rain was falling from the sky. However, just as Shi Lianhuan was obsessed with the sword move in front of him, a flash of light flashed, shot into his heart, and then pierced through his body. Shi Lianhuan immediately shivered, feeling that the weather was suddenly cold. Then, he saw that there were columns of blood coming out of his chest, one after another, and he was very energetic.
"I said, why are you so naΓ―ve. You believe whatever I say, and I really deserve to die in my hands. β
In Sun Changkong's words, Shi Lianhuan knelt down on the steps weakly. He wanted to figure out how he was defeated, but he never thought that a flying foot in front of him would attack and kick him directly into the abyss.
After seeing that the other party really fell to the bottom of the mountain, Sun Changkong settled down. Just now, he had already used his sword as a disguise, but in fact, the real killing move was in his free palm, and he launched his finger sword at the same time as he swung his sword. Although the power of that finger sword is limited, it is strong in silence, and if you don't see it in person, you can't guard against it at all, so you can catch the opponent off guard.
However, it needs to be admitted that Shi Lianlian's strength is strong, which can already be among the best among the many masters he has met, and he is probably not much different from Chen Shijie. It's just that this person is defeated because he is too self-righteous, and he believes what the other party says, without considering whether there is fraud at all. For this kind of brave and unscrupulous martial artist, Sun Changkong's evaluation is: There are not many with you, and there are not many without you.
"Shi Lianhuan can only be a watchdog, how powerful are the characters on it? It seems that I need to be more careful!"
After a little trimming, Sun Changkong went on the journey again. It's just that this time, he is obviously much more frank than just now, and the fight with Shi Lianhuan gave him a general idea of the strength here, which also left a good reference for his next battle preparations.
It's just that as the height climbs, the mountain road of Jiuyin Mountain becomes steeper and steeper, and at first he can still have spare strength, but now he is using both hands and feet, and his steps are difficult, every step is like a huge victory, and the sweat on his head is the best proof.
Even an iron man should be tired. What's more, it's Sun Changkong, who is flesh and blood. Before he knew it, his arms were already slightly sore, and the back of his palms had become swollen and unbearable due to long-term congestion, and the green tendons were all over it, which looked distressing.
Finally, after walking through the steepest section of the mountain road, after Sun Changkong climbed the last step, he actually came to an open flat land. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no situation here, he quickly lay down on the ground and rested. However, just as Sun Changkong's eyes were looking at the sky above him, a stranger's face suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Yikes!"
In a panic, Sun Changkong jumped up and retreated three steps in a row, and then he was settled. Only then did he see the man's appearance, which was actually a strange old man with gray hair and braids on his beard. And on his back, he actually carried a huge jar on his back.
"You...... Who are you!"
After hearing this, the old man stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, and said, "Who am you asking?"
When Sun Changkong heard this, he wondered in his heart that this person was not stupid, how could he say such inexplicable words. But for the sake of safety, he still said: "Hehe, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me anymore." Say, didn't the Nine Yin King send you?"
When the old man heard the name of "King of Nine Yin", his face immediately changed greatly, and he hurriedly ran to the side of the mountain wall with a nervous expression, and he squatted down, trembling and muttering: "It's not the King of Nine Yin, it's not the King of Nine Yin." β
Seeing this, Sun Changkong probably understood, it turned out that the noisy old man was not an enemy, but a victim like Shopkeeper Wu and Huang Qifeng. No wonder this person's words and deeds are so bizarre, it turns out that he was scared stupid and scared crazy!
In order to find out more about this place, Sun Changkong walked slowly to the man's side, leaned over and said softly: "Uncle, don't be afraid, I am not the King of the Nine Yin, and I will not hurt you." Tell me, where are you from?"
Obviously, the old man had not recovered from his panic, and he still kept saying the words "no, no, no" in his mouth, which made Sun Changkong a little unsure of what to do. After a stalemate of a pillar of incense, he could no longer have patience, so he got up and decided to leave.
"Don't go!"
Sun Changkong thought he had misheard, but when he turned around, he found that the old man was watching him with a look of pity. As soon as he saw the play, he asked, "What can't you go, what's on it?"
The old man hurriedly ran forward, leaned into his ear and whispered, "There are ghosts!"
Sun Changkong's heart was shocked, although he knew that the words of the madman could not be believed, but he still couldn't help but be a little jealous under the demons in his heart. Although he had already met with Judge Cui Jue Cui before, and he also knew the horror of that place, when he heard the things in the netherworld again, the same fear appeared in his heart as ordinary people. It was an innate aversion to death.
Sun Changkong, who did not give up, continued: "Have you seen it?"
The old man looked around to make sure that no one was there before finally nodding: "Yes, that guy is big and fierce, and no one is his opponent." β
"Oh, what about the Nine Yin King, can't the Nine Yin King be beaten?"
When he heard the words "Nine Yin King" again, the old man with the back altar once again had the previous look of fear on his face, and the situation was even more serious. This time, he fell directly to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and kept rolling on the ground. After a while, he was unkempt and his face was pale, and he was about to die of gall. In desperation, Sun Changkong slapped the back of the opponent's neck, and the old man immediately fell asleep.
"Alas, you are also a poor man, so get a good night's sleep!"
Just as Sun Changkong was about to get up and continue to move forward, he suddenly found that he had an extra pair of red cloth shoes in front of him, to be exact, a person wearing red cloth shoes. And he didn't even notice it.
Could it be that this is the legendary "ghost"?
Thinking of this, hundreds of millions of pores in Sun Changkong's body exploded at the same time.
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