Chapter 43: Deadly (5)

For the first time I saw the long-famous Aung San Baoyan.

According to legend, he broke through to become a golden elixir at the age of 20. He is only thirty years old this year. His reputation has made the children in Shunshui Town dare not cry, and it has also made the elders of the Chinese unable to sleep or eat. Even the Golden elixir warriors like Wang Qinian who can roam in the Central Plains are afraid of him.

But what I saw was not the young man I had imagined was in the prime of my life, but the white hair and beards. Although Aung Shan Baoyan's facial features occasionally showed the agility of a young man, it was a dead air, a strong and disgusting dead air.

I didn't feel this in my father, Wang Qinian, and even Wang Qitai, who was not a warrior. Although the three of them were already about a hundred years old, they were because of their practices that were sophisticated.

If I hadn't been with Wang Qien for a month and were familiar with his characteristics of qi, I would have probably mistaken the identities of Wang Qien and Aung San Baoyan just now and never saw their true faces. If I only read the qi, I might have thought that the old qi was 57-year-old Wang Qien and the thirty-year-old Aung San Baoyan.

"The master was injured by Aung San a year ago. Today he encountered several times and was secretly injured by Aung San, so the situation should be at a disadvantage. Why is it the master who is now attacking? Aung San Baoyan just waved his stick to protect himself and was out of touch."

Murong Zhi squeezed my eyes away from the Qianli Milestone, and she narrowed her eyes into the monocool while reading and commenting.

"Brother turns out that he has the upper hand, can't I see at all? I only see their guns and rods intersecting. My brother's iron spine is sometimes faster than the sound, and Aung San's rod also keeps up with the speed of the sound. The figures of the guys in the hands of the two were almost gone; sometimes their movements became very slow, and they could see clearly without taking care of them so slowly that they only touched the two weapons with one breath."

While looking at his Qianli Mile Mile, Wang Qitai subconsciously grabbed his scalp, "Oh, I'm stunned. My brother's iron spine is as long as 18 feet long, and Aung San's two sticks are seven feet apart. The brother chose the point of attack at will, and Aung San could only defend according to his brother's rhythm. He swung the stick so hard that he was worried that if there was any omission, my brother would break through. In this way, Aung San did not dare to move at all, and my brother could get out at any time!"

As the scholar Wang Qitai spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This idiot!

I cursed secretly.

What is Wang Qitai, who "never practices martial arts",? Can you understand it or can't understand it!

He said he couldn't understand, as long as he put some effort into a little, he didn't even miss one of the two Golden Pill Warriors' movements to reach the speed of sound. He might feel dizzy when he watched six or seven fights. He said he could understand, the two of them had just burst out with strength, even those who had not learned internal skills would be restless, he was so slow that he couldn't understand such an obvious attack and defense situation. Murong Zhi, who was similar to my level, could see the key at a glance. He still needed to react for a long time and had been killed five or six times in actual combat.

"Uncle, you should just drive the wooden bird closer to the sky above their heads. I can understand this Thousand Mileage Mileage Mileage Mileage to me, I can see more than you."

When Wang Qitai was told about it, his face turned red and he laughed, "I usually like to join in and watch the fun of fighting. I don't understand these fights, so I will leave it to your specialists to analyze. My brother is fine. I will drive the wooden bird over. When will Aung San be even more depressed, I will remind me that I will swoop down and take my brother out."

The sound of the wooden birds sounded, and the airflow of huge wings flapping lifted the three of us into the night sky and flew towards the hills.

In the Qianli Mile Mile, I saw that Aung San Baoyan's current situation was even more embarrassing. He was already limited to a seven-foot circle around his body by Wang Qinian's iron ridge spear. The waving of the two sticks was even ten times faster than the wind created by my spell, as if two small storms were spinning in his hand. I believe that once the flesh and blood body was swept into pieces by the stick wind, it would be smashed to pieces immediately.

The movement speed of the seven-foot stick with both hands was incredible. It almost created a "wall" effect within seven feet of Aung San Baoyan, and it was a wall full of caltrops; but the world outside the stick was particularly quiet. Wang Qinian's spear patiently searched for a few dozen breaths like a five-step murderer snake, and was ready to explode in silence and make a fatal blow.

I remembered the Storm Ring that I passed with Murong Zhi: Aung San Baoyan must have practiced quite a long martial arts at the Storm Ring, and his martial arts are natural.

But Wang Qinian's martial arts are still above Aung San. I saw that the Dragon Subduing Palm was used by him on the iron-ridge spear. The spear body seemed to be possessed by a giant python. The spear body did not move in a straight line, but was swimming in a constant direction like a snake. Each breath of the iron-ridge spear can sweep over more than a hundred possible attack points to bless the softness of the spear body to make the weapon come alive, while the hardness is concentrated at the point at the tip of the spear.

Once the wall created by Aung San Baoyan appears, the spear tip will pierce his body. The middle-grade magic weapon controlled by the Golden Pill Warrior is the vine armor of Aung San Baoyan, which can penetrate the body of another Golden Pill Warrior, is just a symbolic mortal armor.

This spear and Wang Qinian's martial arts heart are united, reaching the realm of my father's so-called use of "ruyi" weapons.

The possibility of gaps in Aung San is increasing over time. The changes and frequency of his dance stick are passively adjusted as Wang Qinian's spear moves. The middle level of his golden elixir is about twice that of Wang Qinian's golden elixir, but the passive defense of such a passive defense is several times that of Wang Qinian's. One person is doing a point of attack, while the other person is doing face defense.

At first, I was still obsessed with the blocking of two people in the Qianli Miles. The speed of sound could make me dizzy, but gradually I learned to omit the appearance of the traces, and there were only countless possible changes in the points, lines, and surfaces in my eyes. Although my hands couldn't keep up, my thinking could already keep up with their fight.

My heart was dazzled, and that realm was really fascinating. Now I was at least qualified to reach that Golden Pill Mountain. One day, I would also climb to that mountain, and my father was still in a higher place in that mountain.

"Aung Shan Baoyan's bone-made two sticks seem to be very special. The several contacts with the master's magic weapon were not destroyed? Is there any spiritual beast on the island that the bones of the medium-grade magic weapon?"

Murong Zhi raised a question.

"The material is the corpse of the Golden Dan warrior, made of his father Aung San Suhui's two thigh bones."

Wang Qitai interrupted.

"ah!"

I felt disgusted. I actually had a son with such a scumbag.

"I advocated the return of the body to the Aung San tribe when my brother killed his father, to express our Chinese respect for the body of the warriors and to win the hearts and favors of the Baiyun tribe. Whenever I think of Aung San dealing with the body like this, I still regret my decision back then."

Such a scum should be killed as soon as possible. I see Aung San Baoyan's face that is as old as a monster is obviously a complete villain. I have no psychological burden to kill anyone.

The wooden bird circled between two deadly fighting warriors. I suggest that Wang Qitai adjust the height to ten feet above so that Aung Shan Baoyan, as a golden elixir warrior, would not explode and suddenly jump onto the wooden bird.

"I understand this. Brother can jump six or seven feet high like a flea when he explodes, why are you happy and angry on your face? What's wrong with the battle?"

"Please rush down to pick you up. They are about to enter the important decisive battle. Aung San Baoyan is about to reveal a flaw, and the master is at a critical moment of choice."

The gap Murong Zhi said was the flaw of Aung Shan Baoyan’s two-hand stick, just like a trace of sunshine in the storm, which was where Wang Qinian’s chance of victory was located, and it was also the sign of Aung Shan Baoyan’s death. They fought for a quarter of an hour, Aung Shan Baoyan was still tired, and a trace of invisible thread rushed out of his Baihui hole like white air. The wall he created suddenly appeared like a bubble, and many holes that only had a few tenths of breathing time appeared continuously. These flaws were full of the temptation of victory.

Punching the iron ridge spear in can at least severely damage Aung San and achieve unexpected results; if Wang Qinian leaves now, Aung San will not have time to stop him, and his roundup plan will basically fail.

The choice is in the hands of Wang Qinian. But the upcoming victory also makes the winner dizzy.

Those flaws may also be traps. Although Aung San's gas consumption rate is extremely fast, the amount of gas currently exists is still slightly higher than that of Wang Qinian. He may use his body as bait and prepare to fight back close behind him.

If we leave now, it is the safest and safest choice. We have already harvested the lives of nearly 60 indigenous warriors above the level of internal power.

I entered Wang Qinian's situation and imagined what he would do next.

The Jindan warriors' aura is as good as their martial arts heart, and they cannot see their changes in their mood and future moves.

I can only apply it to my imagination. Now I will choose to retreat because I am not a strong person yet and do not have the mentality of a strong person.

If I were a strong man like Wang Qinian, how should I choose?

"Please rush up to pick up!"

Murong Zhi said to Wang Qitai.

"But...but my brother made a gesture just now, letting me wait and see."

"What!" she shouted.

It also made me feel restless. Women are so annoyed.

Wang Qitai said helplessly, "Brother has become murderous, and only one side will let go if he falls down."

"kill!"

The result of the battle, the greater the result!

On one side of the mentality of a strong person is that he does not know how to advance or retreat, and on the other side, he must win by himself by betting.

This time my imagination was in line with his choice.

Wang Qinian's iron ridge spear finally pierced into a fleeting gap on the "wall", "bruptly" pierced through Aung San's furnished vine armor, poked out from his back, and a transparent hole was poked out of Aung San's heart!

The iron-backed centipede shells of the iron-backed spears were "sky" and extended into a four-meter-long dark star iron lock. The spear tip behind Aung San seemed to be spiritual, twisted the snake-like chain, rushed up Aung San's hand, and instantly tied the arm up.

The dead man's thigh bone stick on his hand fell to the ground.

This is Wang Qinian using "soft" to control the spear to twist like a snake, just like magic.

Has it been won? Even if it is the Golden Pill, Aung San will be removed with half of his life! After all, the heart is broken and one hand is bound. Even if the vitality of the Golden Pill Warrior is strong, he can only wait for death.

"The good show has just begun. I will not miss the rare opportunity to fight you in close combat. Your weapon advantage was completely offset by my bitter plan."

All three of us were shocked.

Wang Qinian exclaimed.

The old Aung Shan Baoyan smiled like a big crow who was reporting his death, like a ghost who came to the world to seek life.

The heart is penetrated and cannot die. Could it be that he is already dead?

In "Su Shen Ji", the things that are strange and insane are bubbled in my mind. I admit that I have encountered something that cannot be explained beyond common sense!

Aung San threw the only leg bone left in his hand, and his whole body immediately shriveled, but strangely the only one hand that could move began to expand, and as the body narrowed, it expanded in equal proportion. In a few short breaths, it exceeded the thickness of the legs, with the scorching red of burning iron.

"Give up the spear and run away!"

Murong Zhi and I shouted in unison.

Wang Qinian's chain chain was suddenly pulled three feet away by Aung Shan Baoyan's giant demon-like arm. Aung Shan's foot flexibly clamped the leg bone rod that landed on the ground like an arm, and inserted it straight into Wang Qinian's foot.

The five fingers of the skeleton suddenly stretched out at the end of the leg bone stick, nailing Wang Qinian's feet to the earth, and he could not get out of it!

"Click."

The giant demon-like bloody arm pierced Wang Qinian's head behind his back, and the head of a golden elixir warrior was easily turned into half a circumference.
Chapter completed!