Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 97

"go to hell!"

With a wave of his hand, Jiuji threw out the hidden flying knife in his hand.

At this time, Ao Qingshan was less than ten steps away from Jiuji, such a short distance, Jiuji has always been able to hit every shot.

Although there was almost no reflection of the dull flying knife in the dark night, the movements of Jiuji's waving arms were clearly presented in Ao Qingshan's eyes.

Hearing the whistling sound of hidden weapons in his ears, Ao Qingshan made a wrong step and immediately backed away.

Jiuji took out two dull flying knives from the storage bag again.

At this time, Ao Qingshan and Jiuji were already twenty or thirty paces away.

Jiuji ruthlessly threw the throwing knife in his hand.

Bang!
Ao Qingshan clamped the dull flying knife with almost no reflection in the night sky with two fingers, and then swung it backhanded.

The Wuguang throwing knife accurately pierced Jiuji's thigh.

"Ah!" Jiuji let out a cry of pain.

On the thigh, blood was dripping.

Regardless of the pain, Jiuji took out two more throwing knives from the storage bag and threw them out.

Now it is a life and death fight, if you are not careful, you will be very dangerous.

At a distance of twenty or thirty steps, Ao Qingshan could clearly see the flight path of the Wuguang Flying Knife, and reacted easily.

The so-called matte flying knife is just a layer of carbon film on the surface, and there are small reflections on the blade, which can be easily seen if you look carefully.

Looking at the blood dripping from Jiuji's thigh, Ao Qingshan showed a strange look on his face.

"Huh? You didn't apply poison. This is the first time I've seen someone use a hidden weapon without applying poison."

"The old man understands, you are improvising!"

"Could it be the old man's appearance that makes you dissatisfied?" Ao Qingshan said in an unconfident tone.

Whizzing.

Jiuji took out two more throwing knives and threw them, which were easily caught by Ao Qingshan.

"Little friend... your throwing knife technique is really clumsy. You swing your arm and throw it with such a wide range. This old man can easily judge the direction of your throwing knife just by looking at the direction of your arm swing."

"Then how should I throw it?" Jiuji took out two dull flying knives from the storage bag.

"Little friend... Didn't you teach you in the martial arts academy?"

"Go away, don't call me little friend!"

Jiuji threw the throwing knives again, without any surprise, Ao Qingshan easily caught the two dull flying knives again.

I saw Ao Qingshan picking up the flying knife while strolling in the courtyard, and said: "Before you release your true energy, you should practice "Flying Flowers Picking the Moon Hand". This kung fu is the foundation of hidden weapon skills. Arm strength, wrist strength, finger strength and eyesight, the five powers are combined into one, so that in an instant, more than a dozen throwing knives can be released. At the moment of fighting with people, the hidden weapon throwing knives are like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, making people unable to avoid it. Can avoid..."

"When your true energy can be released, the old man recommends practicing "Cloud Mirror Flying Knife". This technique uses Qi to control the knife, which is very sharp. Whoever dares to catch it with his finger will have his finger cut off and become "Cloud Mirror". "Mirror Flying Knife" can make your flying knife invincible and break everything!"

"These two techniques of flying knives and hidden weapons have their own advantages and disadvantages. "Flying Flowers Picking the Moon Hand" can be completed quickly, while "Cloud Mirror Flying Knife" needs the assistance of powerful internal energy. The stronger the internal energy, the greater the power. If the internal energy is weak , of course there is no power at all.”

At this time, Jiuji was stabbed in the thigh, and he was unable to move, like a turtle in a urn.

It can be said that Ao Qingshan took Jiuji easily, but he just had the idea of ​​playing cat and mouse, and wanted to play tricks on this extraordinary-looking little man.

As a stalwart man, Ao Qingshan naturally hoped that Jiuji would worship him, so he unconsciously pointed out his martial arts.

"However, the higher the cultivation level, the more tasteless "Flying Flowers Picking the Moon Hand". If you aspire to be a martial artist, you should practice "Cloud Mirror Flying Knife"..." At this point, Ao Qingshan had two hands in each hand They all received four throwing knives, and each had a throwing knife between their fingers.

Whoosh!
Jiuji once again threw a throwing knife with all his strength.

Ao Qingshan intended to show off his skills, and unexpectedly opened his mouth to catch the flying knife.

This action is very handsome.

Seeing that Ao Qingshan caught the flying knife with his mouth, Jiuji seemed to be shocked and stood there in a daze.

Seeing Jiuji's appearance like this, Ao Qingshan's inner vanity was greatly satisfied.

Originally, Ao Qingshan didn't have such a big vanity, but since he abruptly fell from the first-rank martial artist to the current sixth-rank martial artist, he is very concerned about face, even to the point where he is living like a skin.

The sea of ​​qi was wounded, the path of martial arts was broken, and many martial arts masters chose to kill themselves. Ao Qingshan still had to pursue something when he was still alive. Vanity and face were one of his pursuits in life.

After confirming that the flying knife thrown by Jiuji was non-toxic, Ao Qingshan was ready to catch the flying knife...

He succeeded!

In the next instant, Old Man Ao's face changed abruptly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably...

A clatter.

The throwing knife held by Mr. Ao with both hands and the flying knife in his mouth fell to the ground together.

When he fell to the ground, Mr. Ao still couldn't believe it.

The flying knife was obviously not poisonous, so why did it suddenly become poisonous?

"what!"

Jiuji snorted, and pulled out the dull flying knife stuck in his thigh.

The knife was inserted so deep that the bone could be seen...

Jiuji took off the silk cloth strip from his face, bound his thigh wound, and after some bandaging, he was able to barely walk.

I saw Jiuji walked up to Ao Qingshan, and said to him: "Practice "Flying Flowers and Leaf Picking Hands" before releasing your true energy, and practice "Flying Knife in the Clouds" after releasing your true energy. Don't worry, I have already remembered it. .”

Jiuji picked up a dull flying knife again on the ground, cut the skin on Ao Qingshan's back with this knife, then slapped the storage bag to take out the corpse powder, sprinkled a little white powder on Ao Qingshan On the old man's back.

The black smoke suddenly rose, and the flesh and blood of the old man Ao Qingshan turned into black water. The black water quickly corroded his flesh and blood, and the corroded flesh turned into more black water...

The unconscious Ao Qingshan opened his eyes immediately, he crawled forward with his hands on the ground, the pain from his back made him unbearable.

After climbing half a meter, the old man Boo Qingshan was completely motionless, his internal organs had turned into black water, and he also lost consciousness in extreme pain.

Just a moment later...

Ao Qingshan no longer exists in this world, only a place of black water remains...

Jiuji first put away the dull flying knife on the ground, and then picked up Ao Qingshan's weapon.

This seems to be a soft whip made of countless fine metal links.

Jiuji held the whip and circulated his true energy in his hand, and the soft whip suddenly turned into a three-foot-seven-inch long and thin sword.

Jiuji shook the sword flower, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly like a poisonous snake.

This is definitely a magic weapon!
Jiuji controlled the true qi, the sword, and slowly softened, turning into a soft silver whip.

Besides.

Ao Qingshan didn't have a storage bag on his body.

The old man's purpose today was to do that, so naturally he wouldn't bring a storage bag with him.

After picking up the dull flying knife and soft sword on the ground,
Jiu Ji dragged the bodies of the old bustard of Caihuan Pavilion over, and put them into the black water to dissolve them together.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

By the way, there is also a coachman.

That guy died too far away, so it's a bit troublesome to ask him to come here.

After all, Jiuji's thigh was injured, and even the bleeding had not completely stopped.

(End of this chapter)