Lord of Time!

Chapter 58
Seeing that the little girl was about to pounce on Chen Ping.

Meigu's angry and helpless roar rang in her ears...

Chen Ping moved.

He stepped forward to meet him first.

Hands seem to hug like embrace.

Meigu quietly slowed down her pace.

Zhuang Hongyi, whose red robe was fluttering in the wind on the shaft of the car, had a cruel smile on his mouth, which made him look even more sneering.

"Pfft..."

A ray of bright blade suddenly flashed by.

A knife tip protruded from the back of the little girl's heart.

Everyone's expression froze.

Especially the little girl who was running, her face was first filled with joy, then pain, then stunned, and then despair.

A small face changed into countless expressions in an instant.

Even the strongest actor would have to bow down in front of her.

"why?"

The little girl raised her head, wanting to ask what happened, but she still couldn't figure out where her weakness came from.

At this time, the heart was pierced, and she felt the strength of her whole body weakened rapidly. Her face could no longer maintain a childish and innocent look. As the energy escaped, the energy and blood flowed away.

The face soon became goosebumps, like bark, and the muscles in the arms became blotchy and no longer smooth and tender.

What kind of little girl is this? She is obviously dressed up by a short old woman.

To be able to pretend a six or seven-year-old child so lifelike is to make people feel pity... This person's martial arts skills have not been shown, but his ability to use poison and judge people's psychology is definitely a master .

"I've never seen a child with such long fingernails, and poisonous powder hidden inside? Also, if you're not too greedy and insidious, and you don't have two poisonous needles between your fingers, I would still Soften your heart a little."

Whether he will be soft-hearted, Chen Ping doesn't know.

Even if he saw the opponent's flaw, the stabbing just now almost pierced his conscience and bottom line.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the other party looks like a six or seven-year-old child.

Even if you know there is a ghost, when you kill the killer, you still feel very responsive in your heart.

Facts have proved that my judgment is actually correct, and I have done the right thing.

"Despicable means, after all, will not be on the stage, what other means? Just show it."

Chen Ping raised his head, swung his sabers slightly, and smiled coldly.

His face was full of light and wind.

The other party thought that he must be a normal young man with a pure and kind heart who was dazzled by blood.

It is normal to want to extinguish this attack directly at the lowest cost.

This can be seen.

Zhuang Hongyi was not as confident as she showed.

All the posturing is, in fact, just a psychological tactic.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Zhuang Hongyi's arms vibrated slightly, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she rushed forward, the red silk around her waist rose into the sky, and the sky was full of red shadows.

The two sharp short swords at the tip of the red silk, whistling through the wind, like a spirit snake spitting out letters, fluttering...

In an instant, he stabbed more than ten vital points in Chen Ping's body.

"I can't stop it, this thieves woman's internal energy is attached to her soldiers, extending three feet, and the twelve meridians have opened at least six channels, and even opened seven channels..."

On the carriage ahead, the woman in the sword shirt never moved her eyes away since the "little girl" was stabbed to death by Chen Ping.

She had a very strange look on her face.

There is appreciation, there is shame, there is regret, there is worry...

It was like knocking over a bottle of flavor in my heart.

The same situation, the same use of sympathy to plot.

The other party was able to handle it with ease... In an understatement, the trick was broken, and not a single hair was hurt.

As for himself, he was foolish and calculated to death.

It was even more embarrassing to be tied to the carriage, like a lamb waiting to be killed. Three vital points on the vest were pierced by silver needles, sealing off the blood.

At this time, seeing the other party arriving, the woman in the sword shirt raised a glimmer of hope in her heart, but she was afraid that this hope would be shattered, so she couldn't help but sound a reminder.

Because, in her cognition, ordinary qi and blood martial arts practitioners don't know how to break through the method of blocking qi, and it is easy for the opponent's internal qi to invade the meridians and directly attack the internal organs when the swords meet.

After a few hits, he vomited blood and got injured, and couldn't hold on anymore.

"It may not be unstoppable."

Chen Ping laughed.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and while stepping forward, he slashed open with his fangs and two knives alternately, in a style of "dragon coming out of water", slashing up and down.

It seemed that he didn't even look at the sword rain that was coming like a torrential rain, but followed his intuition and slashed into the air.

when……

Two crisp sounds turned into one.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless small sounds of gold and iron colliding, resounding continuously.

Staggered steps, stepped steps, skipped steps, lunges, every step is light and agile, and the figure is like a willow branch blown by a strong wind, fluctuating ups and downs, but extremely calm.

In Chen Ping's hands, the pair of sharp-toothed knives was less bloody and murderous than in Hei Lang's hands, but it was a little more nimble and concise.

It seems that every swing is effortless...

Where the sword shines, the red silk flying sword just can't get in.

Not without trouble.

His face was getting redder and redder, and his skin that was not covered by his clothes seemed to be bleeding, and a faint fishy smell was already emitting from his body.

Just like the woman in the sword shirt said.

Facing Qi martial arts practitioners of a higher level, the body training martial arts really suffers a bit.

It's hard to get close.

And in the process of getting close, you have to prevent the opponent from transmitting internal force, penetrating and attacking your own body.

Accumulating minor injuries into major injuries, even if it is an iron man, it will not last long.

However, he was able to block Zhuang Hongyi's Hongling Sword Dance 36-style fierce flying sword without leaking, which is already eye-opening.

But what's the use of this?
It can only delay the time of death.

The woman in the sword shirt sighed, closed her eyes slightly, and couldn't watch anymore.

A look of ashes rose on his face.

"Whoosh..."

As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard a sharp sound of breaking wind, ringing in her ears.

His shoulders trembled, and his body leaned back slightly.

The strong wind passed by, blowing his hair flying.

At the same time, there were three soft "plop" sounds from behind.

She opened her eyes suddenly and looked down.

A blue-black short sword was stuck on his right shoulder, only half of it penetrated into the flesh, the skin had just been broken, and it was crumbling.

Turning his head to look, he saw under the moonlight, three silver needles reflecting the moonlight...

At the same time, body stiffness and numbness gradually dissipated.

Qi and blood gradually flow

'Just that sword! '

She looked at the figure of the young man who danced his swords into a brilliant silver moon in the circle of red silk swords, and she couldn't hide the wonder in her eyes anymore.

"Under such an attack, I can still shoot the dagger in my hand... When it hits my shoulder, it changes to soft force, vibrates and penetrates, breaks open the acupuncture point of the silver needle, and activates my body's numbness."

"This strength, this accuracy..."

While the woman in the sword shirt was shocked, she felt boundless joy in her heart.

Feeling the power coming back quickly, he didn't even care that the middle-aged woman named Meigu rushed towards him viciously.

(End of this chapter)