The Shadowless God of the Six Doors

Chapter 530 I don't read much, so don't lie to me
Stepping forward, Long Liao got into the hole, followed by two policemen, and Zhang Wenjin got in at this moment.

When everyone entered the cave, they found that the cave was not very big, about three feet long and two feet wide, but the cold wind inside the cave was very strong, like a vent.The cold wind comes from the small round holes at the upper end of the cave.

Under the light of the torches, there were two iron chains the size of goose eggs in the cave, one end was fixed on the cave wall, and the other end was tied around the neck and waist of a strange man.

The chained weirdo was covered in tattered clothes, felted hair, and exuded a foul smell. He couldn't see his face, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.After Zhang Wenjin and others entered, they still did not open their eyes.
"My lord, he won't die, right?" A policeman tried to step forward to sniff out the man's breath.

Just as the policeman was stepping forward, he saw the tied person suddenly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and a white line spewed out from his mouth, like a cloud dragon, and hit the policeman.

Long Liao and Zhang Wenjin were always on the sidelines. Seeing Bai Lian coming out, they hurriedly shook their bodies to deal with the arresters. Long Liao's figure was faster than Zhang Wenjin's.

Long Liao only felt his hand sink, if Bai Lian was worth a thousand gold, if he resisted stubbornly, his sword would be destroyed, Long Liao hastily used four or two strokes of a thousand catties to release the power of a thousand gold from Bai Lian.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wenjin stretched out his hand and pulled the arrester back, threw it out of the hole, and shouted, "Get out!"

At this time, the policemen on the side reacted quickly and retreated in a hurry.

Long Liao had never suffered a loss, or very few losses. Seeing the opponent's attack so fast, he was not willing to let him go, and stabbed the opponent's face with a hundred green beard swords.Zhang Wenjin was behind him, brandishing his treasured sword, and slashed at him too.

The point of the sword was about to pierce the opponent's face, but the opponent's right hand moved, and two fingers were stretched out to clamp the sword point. It seemed an understatement, but Long Liao felt that the sword in his hand was caught by the opponent's iron pincers. Can't get it back at all.

Zhang Wenjin's treasured sword came close, and the opponent hurriedly let go of Longliao's sword, slapped the ground with both hands and retreated one after another, sticking it against the wall.

It was only then that Zhang Wenjin realized that the opponent's legs had been crippled, and he was sitting on a futon, supported entirely by his hands.

"Who are you?" Zhang Wenjin shielded his sword in front of him, and Long Liao swung his sword to look at him.

The other party was sitting on the futon, with fierce eyes, and said hoarsely: "Who am I? You don't know? It seems that you are not from the Palace of Heavenly Kings, nor from him."

"Of course we are not from the Palace of Heavenly Kings, from our imperial court. Who is he?" Long Liao said.

"The imperial court? Could it be that the Palace of Heavenly Kings was breached by you? Well, these people deserved to die a long time ago. They all deserve to die!" The other party laughed loudly, causing Zhang Wenjin and Long Liao's eardrums to hurt.

When the other party was laughing, Zhang Wenjin could see his face clearly. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were gone, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. His age could not be judged, but he could be judged from his voice as an old man.

"You are not from the Palace of Heavenly Kings, nor from him. I should have let you go, but you are from the imperial court, so you can't blame me."

After the old man finished speaking, he only heard the sound of chains, slapped his hands on the ground and rushed towards Zhang Wenjin.Zhang Wenjin swung his saber hastily, and the pale golden aura of the saber slashed at the opponent.

The distance between the two sides was too close, and the other party couldn't dodge even if he wanted to. He saw the sword light chopping down, and the other party grabbed it with both hands in the air, relying on a pair of fleshy hands to block the sword light.Zhang Wenjin was dumbfounded, he had never seen anything like this before.

The old man crushed the sword glow, and at the same time he let out a loud cry, and shook his hands, all the pale golden fragments of the sword glow fell and disappeared.Zhang Wenjin stepped back.The old man was slowed down by the speed of the sword light, and his body fell to the ground. Long Liao stepped out, and the green beard sword pierced the old man just as he fell down.

"Good swordsmanship!" The old man yelled, avoiding the edge of the sword and slapped it on the sword with one palm, and slapped Long Liao's sword flying, and then said: "Even the best swordsmanship is useless to my old man. Haha Ha ha."

Long Liao withdrew his sword, surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the opponent to be so fierce.A pair of fleshy palms can actually compete with the two of them. If the old man doesn't use his legs, wouldn't he be even more powerful.

"Move!" Zhang Wenjin shouted hastily.

Long Liao was only distracted for a moment, and the old man was attacking him, his palms already approaching him.In desperation, Zhang Wenjin hastily slashed out with a knife, and the pale golden light of the knife struck, but he was still a step too late.

The old man hit Long Liao's chest with both palms, and Long Liao hurriedly used his internal strength and swung out the sword, making a gesture of dying together.Suddenly, the old man swiped his sword horizontally with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to strike Long Liao's arm.

With a snap, Long Liao was slapped flying by the powerful palm of the old man, and just shot out from the hole.

"Long Liao!" Zhang Wenjin yelled. Seeing that Long Liao was seriously injured, it is very likely that his arm was lost. He is Zhang Wenjin's right-hand man, and Zhang Wenjin's heart ached.

But this is not the time for heartache, the old man has already attacked him as soon as he turned around.

Already in front of him, Zhang Wenjin hastily used three forms and nine sabers, using his internal strength to shoot the saber, and confronted the old man.The old man seemed to be very scrupulous about Zhang Wenjin's light golden sword light, and he didn't dare to touch it head-on.

Although the old man's legs were crippled, Zhang Wenjin did not touch the old man's body even after performing all the three styles and nine knives.

Hearing the sound of footsteps at the cave door, Zhang Wenjin didn't want too many people coming in, otherwise he would be unable to turn around in this small space, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't come in!"

The footsteps disappeared, Zhang Wenjin was a little negligent, and the palm of the old man brushed Zhang Wenjin's waist.Zhang Wenjin turned around and punched the old man straight in the face.

The old man touched Zhang Wenjin's Bawangshen Fist with his palm, and he backed away in an instant.

"What a good boy, you can actually cultivate the divine fire. No, you didn't practice it. You absorbed the power of the divine fire. It's rare! It's rare!" The old man waved his hands while talking, forcing out the divine fire that had penetrated into his body.

Zhang Wenjin felt uncomfortable in his waist. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his waist were smashed. If he hadn't practiced Shenhuo Alchemy, his skin and flesh had already been cultivated, and he had the foundation of the nine-turn golden body and the golden silk soft armor. Now he is dead. .

The old man touched the object in his hands, which was snatched from Zhang Wenjin's waist: "Where did you get this thing?"

Zhang Wenjin saw that what the other party was holding was the joint token given to him by Linghuming, the lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, so he said casually, "A gift from a friend."

"Hey, kid, I don't study much, don't lie to me. You are not an easy friend! How many pieces do you have?" As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand to take down a rock from the cave wall behind him, took out something and threw it over .

(End of this chapter)