Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 117 A familiar slap in the face and the talisman entered the account!
Snow splash!

The man in red robe knew the timing of his attack very accurately!

After he saw that Song Ping was exhausted, he launched an attack almost immediately!
Taking action at this time is undoubtedly the safest time to take action!
As long as this blow hits, even a god will be seriously injured on the spot!
Song Ping had no way to avoid it. All her energy and blood had been exhausted. Now she could hardly even circulate her energy and blood to keep out the cold. The cold wind penetrated her clothes, making her feel the coldness of this snowy night for the first time!
"That's it." When the tiger-like figure was about to approach, Song Ping slowly closed her eyes. She regretted her previous decision and wanted to get rid of this man through her elegant movements.

But the final result was that she was completely far away from other people. Even if her companions eliminated the enemies in their hands, there was absolutely no way to rescue her immediately.

Boom!The snowflakes were like grains of sand, hitting her face, bringing a pungent smell of blood.

She thought, her body has been broken by that man's palm, right?
It turns out that when the body is being torn apart, there is no pain.

However, until the little snowflakes melted on her face, she did not feel the pain, and she still stood firmly in place.

what happened?

"What the hell are you doing! Like a stick! Are you scared to death?! Damn idiot!" A familiar voice yelled in the snowy night.

This sound?Yes. Mr. Wei?But why is he here?He majored in boxing, how could he defeat his opponent and get here in such a short period of time?
You know, she has already strayed from the battlefield two miles away!
She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw an extremely bloody scene in front of her!
In the snow, two long brake marks stretched for tens of meters. In the snow, there was a pool of radiating blood. The man in red robe who showed off his power just now fell into the snow, and the blood that kept flowing on his body melted. Cleared the snow beneath him.

Wei Zheng's well-proportioned figure stood in the snow and kicked the bleeding man away!
Tsk!The man was kicked away and turned into scattered pieces of flesh and blood in mid-air.

The flesh, flesh and internal organs drew a graceful curve in mid-air, and when they landed on the ground, they were already covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.

Song Ping was stunned for a moment.

This man is at least in the realm of blood coagulation!But the moment he closed his eyes, he was actually killed by Mr. Wei?This power and blood are far beyond blood coagulation, right?

What confused her even more was Wei Zheng's extremely fast speed!Like a ghost, Wei Zheng flashed in front of her!And she couldn't even react!

"Look at the hammer!"

"Pah!" Wei Zheng was very considerate and slapped her to help her regain her composure.

The price was just that her cheeks that had not yet subsided were swollen again.

"It's a secret, you know? If you talk randomly, I will kill you!"

Song Ping nodded hurriedly, not even daring to cover her face.

Song Ping didn't dare to talk back. She understood that Mr. Wei always told the truth.

And gradually, her arrogance was easily shattered, and the inexplicable feelings brewed in her heart and gave birth to flowers.

Song Ping's attitude satisfied Wei Zheng, and his heart finally softened. A black pill that exuded a strong medicinal smell was forcefully stuffed into Song Ping's mouth by Wei Zheng.

With a snap, the palm of his hand slapped her delicate chin, sending the elixir into her throat.

The elixir melts into the mouth and instantly transforms into rich qi and blood that circulates in the meridians throughout the body.

"This is the Yuan Bao Pill I brought with me before I set off. Your energy and blood are already exhausted, so it's best to replenish it." Wei Zheng's tone softened slightly and he looked at Song Ping quietly.

"The kicking technique is good. Qingjianmen's technique?"

"If Mr. Wei wants to learn, Song Ping will definitely teach him."

Song Ping's mind was busy and she didn't know what Wei Zheng was thinking. She quickly bowed her head and expressed her attitude towards Wei Zheng.

The rule that Qingjianmen's skills should not be disclosed to anyone else has been forgotten by her at this moment.

"You know the truth." Wei Zheng turned around, flipped over the broken body of the man in red robe, and pulled out four yellow talismans, feeling happy in his heart.

Putting the talisman in his arms, Wei Zheng slowly stood up and looked directly into Song Ping's eyes.

"Next, I need you to cooperate with me." "Get out!" Wang Muchi used all his energy and blood to once again push back the children of the Blood and Fire Society who launched another round of attacks in front of him. He leaned on the boulder behind him and kept panting.

At this moment, Wang Muchhi was like a steam furnace, with white mist exuding all over his body. Qi and blood were constantly flowing in his body, and his heart was beating faster, continuously replenishing his body with Qi and blood.

"I can't tell that Young Master Wang can hide his strength." The disciple of the Blood Fire Society had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He originally thought that this pampered young master would be the best one to handle, but unexpectedly, this man's tenacity far exceeded his imagination.

This guy's qi and blood are usually at the ordinary bone refining level, but if he really wants to fight, his strength is close to that of blood coagulation!

"If you give me another month," Wang Muzhi spat out a mouthful of turbid blood and gasped. "I will definitely kill you!"

What Wang Muchhi said is true.

He has always been accustomed to hiding his strength. A few months ago, when she was in the martial arts gym, she broke through the Skin Refining Realm more than ten days in advance and met the requirements for entering the Inner Sect.

But he took it for more than ten days to reveal his strength.

By the time he entered the inner gate, he had already secretly been working in the Skin Refining Realm for a long time and was already close to reaching completion.

He was unwilling to reveal his strength prematurely, lest it arouse the covetousness of others. He always kept in mind the principle of being the first to win with a gun.

But tonight, he had to reveal his strength, but he was still helpless against this disciple of the Blood Fire Society.

"Master, I don't want to play anymore." The blood in the Blood Fire Society disciple's body surged, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

If he dragged it on any longer, he might tip over.

"Come!" Wang Muzhi's eyes lit up, and the energy and blood in his body exploded to the extreme again, and he was already ready to fight hard!
The mud beneath their feet cracked instantly, and the burst of energy and blood instantly melted the snow, mixed with the soil, and turned into dirty mud.

But at the moment when their fists collided!

A flash of azure cold light flashed.

A long sword cut through the night, swaying the sword like the moonlight, and the slender figure swaying like a startling giant blocked the moonlight, and swung a sharp sword!
Poof!The long sword hit the disciple's Dantian, causing blood to spatter, and the energy and blood in the body burst out along the wound, but was not successfully transported to his fists!

Amidst Wang Muchhi's violent roar, his fist was like a hammer, instantly piercing the disciple's chest!

Like a swallow, the disciple's figure flew backwards, fell into the snow, and rolled several meters away.

"Cough! Cough!" The disciple's lungs were punched through, and he could hardly speak.

A shaky figure rushed in front of him. It was a young man with a face full of fear and bloodshot eyes. He looked like he had almost collapsed.

He grabbed a boulder larger than his face with both hands, his expression turned ferocious in an instant, and the boulder suddenly hit the disciple's face.

Kacha!A crisp cracking sound sounded under the boulder. Without Qi and blood to protect the body, it was not difficult to crush a martial artist's head.

After Wei Zheng confirmed that the disciple was dead, he fell to the ground with a plop, breathing heavily on the ground, with an expression of rejoicing that he had survived the disaster.

"Brother Wei! You're okay!" Wang Muchhi rushed over through the wind and snow, his eyes full of eagerness.

"I almost escaped with my life by cooperating with Captain Song. After I and Captain Song escaped from the trap, we rushed over without stopping to call him."

"But, Brother Wang, it turns out you are hiding your clumsiness... You are hiding all this from me, brother." Wei Zheng grinned with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Under the moonlight, Song Ping said nothing, wiping the blood on the blade of the sword with snow, turning her head from time to time, admiring Mr. Wei's amazing acting skills, with a smile on her lips.

(End of this chapter)