Longevity begins with Seven Injuries

Chapter 43 Blood-stained Long Street!
Su Que's height was nearly two meters, and the Bailian disciples in front of him could only reach his chest, looking up at him in panic.

The hard work of this white lotus cultist is still invulnerable to ordinary people.

But when he looked at Su Que's raised clothes, he could imagine the rock-like bulging muscles inside.

This body shape is likely to be a Lianjiazi, and the level of martial arts is probably not low.

The Bailian believer was afraid that the strong man would only shoot one shot, so he stabbed him completely.

Thinking of this, the White Lotus disciple couldn't help shaking, like sifting chaff.

He wanted to confess his cowardice at this point, saying that he did not dare to take a shot from the strong man in front of him.

But this will undoubtedly bring face to the White Lotus Sect, and the White Lotus Sect will definitely not let him go.

The people who stood watching from the side, their eyes brightened and their hearts were excited.

They also wanted to know whether the Bailian Cultist could really be "invulnerable" to the mysterious strong man in front of him.

But they were overwhelmed by the ferocity of the White Lotus Sect, and they didn't dare to boo.

'Where did you come from such a deadly thing! '

Monk Bailian smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes showed killing intent, staring at Su Que.

Since the White Lotus Sect came to Yushui City, everyone who provoked their White Lotus Sect died a miserable death without exception.

"I don't know which road you are on?"

"You want to provoke our White Lotus Sect, you have to think clearly!"

Monk Bailian gathered his voice into a thread, which reached Su Que's ear.

But Su Que weighed the red-tasseled gun in his hand, and looked at the white lotus monk:

"You tell me where Bai Wuji lives, and I won't provoke you."

Hearing that Su Que wanted to find Bai Wuji, Monk Bailian was shocked.

Over the past few months, their White Lotus Sect has killed several powerful warriors. Now, the warriors in Yushui City will all talk about Bai Wuji and their expressions will change.

This person dared to look for Bai Wuji, so we know that his martial arts realm should not be low.

"Arrangement!"

Monk Bailian shouted loudly, then drifted back, trying to distance himself from Su Que.

When retreating, he injected a burst of true energy into Fuchen.

Infuriating toggle mechanism included.

The next moment, six poisonous steel needles as thin as a cow's hair shot out from the whisk.

Su Que's eyes were sharp, and he sensed the six thin needles. He aimed at Monk Bailian immediately, and threw the red-tasseled spear in his hand with great force!
The red tasseled spear was like a swimming dragon, it broke through the air and let out a sharp sound.

Not only did the six spurting steel needles disperse at once, but they also pierced straight into the left chest of Monk Bailian, nailing Monk Bailian to a wall.

Su Que was at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm, and this Bailian Monk was just a "Three Bloods Changing Tendons" warrior.

The white lotus monk faced Su Que, and he had no strength to fight back.

"Murder, kill!"

When the common people saw Su Que, they pierced the white lotus monk like this. They scattered in surprise, and then stood and watched from a further distance.

At this time, some common people naturally knew that the "blessing of the lifeless old mother" and the "invulnerability to swords and guns" taught by the White Lotus were all deceptive stuff.

The leader of the white lotus monk was shot through, not to mention the white lotus followers who followed the white lotus monk.

However, Su Que did not kill the white lotus monk as the common people thought.

Instead, he took it easy.

Because he still wanted to ask questions, he wanted to keep this white lotus monk conscious.

Monk Bailian had a red-tasseled gun stuck in his left chest, and blood gushed from the wound.

Enduring the severe pain, he first used his true energy to stop the bleeding.

However, he found that there was a gloomy and cold Qi in the wound, which was constantly eroding his flesh and blood. No matter how much he tried to stop the bleeding, he couldn't stop it.

The White Lotus Monk and the "Yin Wind Claw" Fan Wuyang are both members of the White Lotus Cult in Yushui City, and they have also sparred before.

However, the "Yin Wind Claw" that Fan Wuyang had practiced for decades was far from reaching the level that Su Que had practiced for a few days.

Therefore, although Monk Bailian felt that this true energy was similar to the true energy released by Fan Wuyang, he never thought that this true energy was obtained from practicing "Yinfeng Claw".

Monk Bailian has been licking blood with his knife for many years, and he has a lot of vigor.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he didn't draw his gun, but flew forward suddenly along the red-tasseled gun that was inserted into him.

Blood gushed out from his wound like a spring, staining the barrel of the gun and half of his white monk robe red.

However, he hadn't gone far before Su Que rushed towards him and pushed him back against the wall.

"Ah~~~!"

Monk Bailian's wound was repeatedly rubbed by the barrel of the gun. Under the severe pain, he finally couldn't help crying out in pain.

Although he was seriously injured, he was still holding the whisk in his right hand.

He swung the whisk suddenly, and with all his strength, he swept towards Su Que.

But before the dust whisk reached halfway, Su Que's right hand stretched out quickly, and because of the extremely fast speed, the whole hand turned into a blurred shadow.

Click!

Su Que pointed at the upper arm bone of Monk Bailian's right hand.

The bones shattered at the sound, and the whole right arm of the White Lotus Monk drooped limply, and the white whisk also fell to the ground, stained red by the blood of the White Lotus Monk.

Su Que's finger on the upper arm bone of Monk Bailian's right hand did not move away.

With a thought in his mind, four streams of true energy were injected into the body of Monk Bailian, wreaking havoc in his internal organs.

Monk Bailian immediately felt that his internal organs felt like being burned, frozen, eroded, or cut by a knife.

This kind of pain is unbearable, making his life worse than death.

"Where is Bai Wuji's residence?" Su Que asked again.

Monk Bailian was in so much pain that she hurriedly replied:
"That villa on Dazhong Mountain, twenty miles outside Yushui City... the hero has received his supernatural powers, please let me go..."

boom!
After getting the information he wanted, Su Que immediately put away his right hand, and then, he turned his fingers into a fist and punched Monk Bailian on the head.

Immediately, Monk Bailian's bald head exploded, and the red and white ones splashed backwards with the strength of the fist, like splashed ink, all of them stuck to the wall behind Monk Bailian.

The people watching from a distance were stunned and speechless when they saw this scene.

In the past, they had only seen the White Lotus Sect kill people in the street.

But it was the first time they saw the Bailian believers being murdered by personalities in the street!
Under the order of the White Lotus Monk, the Bailian disciples who had already formed a formation, saw that their leader, the White Lotus Monk, had no power to fight back and died so tragically, they stopped for a while and did not dare to go forward.

One of the Bailian disciples suddenly came to his senses, turned around abruptly, and ran towards the crowd of onlookers, trying to blend in with the crowd and escape Su Que's pursuit.

The other Bailian disciples also woke up one after another, turned around one after another, and ran towards the group of people behind them.

"You...you don't come here!"

When those people saw the Bailian disciples rushing towards them, they were shocked and fled in all directions.

The people were afraid that when Su Que chased and killed those Bailian disciples, it would hurt them.

"A bunch of scum, not one left!"

Su Que put away his fists, turned around and looked at the dozen or so White Lotus believers who were running towards the common people. He stepped hard, and his figure flashed, turning into a blurred shadow, and rushed towards these White Lotus believers.

boom!
In the blink of an eye, Su Que got behind a white lotus disciple, and punched him on the back.

The strength of the Qishang fist broke out, and the disciple's internal organs were smashed into paste.

Bang bang bang...!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of fists hitting flesh and blood rang out more than a dozen times.

Those White Lotus disciples fell to the ground one after another.

In a blink of an eye, corpses were lying on the long street, and blood flowed into streams.

Only Su Que, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, stood between the corpses, above the blood stream like a god of death.

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