Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 136 The wish-fulfilling demon and the flower-spreading goddess

Looking at Xin Hu, whose expression suddenly turned extremely ugly, Bai Tianyu seemed to have just remembered something, and said with a smile:
  "I forgot to remind the master that the blood in the whole body of these Poison God Warriors is extremely poisonous. Any flesh and blood body will turn into pus and no bones will remain if it touches even a little bit.

"In addition, they all swallowed a 'thunderbolt' from the West in their stomachs in advance. As long as they squeeze their intestines and stomach with enough force, they can detonate the 'thunderbolt'. Although they will not have any bones left, they can also Drag enough enemies with you."

After hearing such cruel methods, the heroes of the Central Plains took a look at the silent Demon Cult members standing behind Bai Tianyu, and were frightened when they thought that there might be more Poison God Warriors hidden inside.

Xinhu said coldly: "The devil's methods are indeed vicious!"

Bai Tianyu said angrily: "Since we call ourselves 'devils', if we don't have some evil means, wouldn't we live up to our name?"

Xinhu was at a loss for words, and finally could only signal Xinzhou on the side to knock the wooden fish, and control the remaining eleven bronze men to return.

The Demon Cult also recalled the Poison God Hercules.

Bai Tianyu said: "I would like to remind you that the yellow water that those corpses turned into is also extremely poisonous. If you touch them, you will die immediately. In order to avoid hurting innocent people, it is best to get some clean water to rinse them off."

As the host, Hua Zhenzhen had the unshirkable responsibility for this matter. He immediately ordered several disciples to use wooden buckets to fetch clean water and wash away the minced meat, blood and yellow water on the ground.

After the venue was restored to cleanliness, Tian Tianyu said again: "It was your side who made the move, now it's my turn. I have eight worthless slaves under my leader. They have been with me for a long time, and they have also learned a move." With half-style sword skills, they can go on stage to experience the style of masters from the Central Plains!"

After finishing speaking, eight more men in black clothes with black scimitars around their waists filed out, forming a half-moon formation with two sections convex on the outside and a concave in the middle, standing far away in the direction of the heroes of the Central Plains.

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of everyone on the other side, Bai Tianyu guessed their concerns and said with a smile: "Show your faces so that the heroes of the Central Plains can see clearly, lest they suspect that our sect is playing tricks and send the Poison God Warriors on stage again. "

The eight people raised their hands together, took off the hoods on their heads, and took off the masks on their faces, revealing faces that, although slightly pale, clearly belonged to living people.

The person on the far right said more: "We, the sword slaves of Master Naibai, have always been accustomed to join forces to attack together. If you feel it is unfair, you can also join forces to fight. There is no limit to the number of people!"

Hearing that this man called himself a "sword slave" and confirmed his identity as a slave, the heroes of the Central Plains put aside their previous suspicions and added another layer of worry - fighting against a slave would bring disgrace to one's victory, and lose one's face in defeat. All in mourning.

Just when everyone was hesitating, Yu Wenpan, the general manager of the Twelve Chain Dock, "Moyun Golden Wings" laughed loudly: "I happen to have eight useless adopted sons, let them play some tricks!"

Then eight young men, all in their twenties, walked out from behind him, walked to the field one by one, lined up, and confronted the eight sword slaves.

These eight young men use all strange weapons, and they are all different. They are hand hooks, water-dividing thorns, chicken claw sickles, flying tiger claws, five-element wheels, point-pointing pouches, swastikas, and universe circles.

The eight people stood side by side, connected with each other's energy, and their movements were consistent. They were obviously skilled in the art of joint attack.

The expressions of the eight sword slaves did not change at all, but when they saw an opponent in front of them, they all pulled out the scimitars from their waists and moved forward to approach.

Senhan's piercing murderous aura emerged from the blades of the scimitars in their hands, forming into waves and surging towards their opponents.

The expressions of the eight young men changed, and they felt that the overwhelming murderous aura was making it difficult for them to breathe. If the eight of them had not joined forces and could share the pressure with each other, they would have retreated involuntarily at this moment.

"kill!"

The eldest among the eight young men knew that he could no longer allow the opponent to build up momentum, so he decisively ordered to take action first to interrupt the opponent's process of building up energy.

The eight weapons were shot together with the word "Kill!", and their attacks were integrated into each other, like a wall covered with sharp blades and spikes, pressing against the opponent.

The eight sword slaves didn't say a word, but each assumed a strange posture and then cut out their scimitars from different angles.

The sword was sharp, swift, and vicious, driving the bodies of the eight sword slaves to criss-cross each other and pierce through the human wall composed of eight young men.

Wherever the sword passed, limbs were severed and the body was maimed! Every young man in his prime was broken into eight pieces by this terrifying sword technique. A total of [-] pieces of corpses covered the ground with a radius of five feet. The cruel scene was as straight as the Asura Hell.

"What an amazing 'Ruyi Tianmo, Eight Chains of Moves'!" Ma Kongqun raised his palms and sighed, "But what's even more powerful is Brother Tianyu's method. He was able to instill the 'Magic Sword Slash' sword intention he had comprehended into these eight people. , so that they who have each mastered a 'Ruyi Demon' sword technique can exert part of the power of the 'Magic Sword' when they strike together."

Bai Tianyu smiled and said: "Kong Qun really has good eyesight, but I wonder if you can tell that the 'Magic Sword Slash' they used together is [-]% more powerful than if I did it myself?"

There is a hint of cleverness in this sentence. He reminded Ma Kongqun to estimate the power of his sword skills. When the actual fight comes, Ma Kongqun will be unconsciously affected by the results of the previous estimate. As long as there is a slight difference, it will be enough to lead to a mistake. Thousands of miles of results.

Ma Kongqun shook his head and said: "For some people, there is no difference between the 'Magic Sword Slash' evolved from this sword array and the real 'Magic Sword Slash'; but for others... the imitation can never be the same as the real thing. Comparable!"

Seeing that he was not fooled, Bai Tianyu laughed and stopped answering. He turned to the heroes and asked, "Is there anyone else who is willing to give me some advice?"

Everyone could clearly see the power of the sword array strike just now. It was really indestructible and the terrifying power of gods and ghosts. They asked themselves that they were not sure of escaping from this so-called "imitation" "magic sword slash", and they were silent for a moment. Speechless.

Suddenly, a young man with a majestic figure and a powerful appearance slowly walked out of the reeds. His tone was calm and there was no hint of nervousness: "Tang Mie, a disciple of the Tang Sect, is willing to learn the power of the magic sword!"

When everyone saw that it was Tang Mie who ranked second among the "Four Elites" of the younger generation of the Tang Sect, they were all in high spirits.

Tang Sect's three secret weapons, poisons, and mechanisms have been famous in the world for hundreds of years, and they have their own power.

At this moment, after seeing the power of this sword formation, Tang Mie still dared to take the initiative to ask for help. He thought he had already used a countermeasure.

Tang Mie faced the eight sword slaves across the corpses on the ground.

He took off his outer robe, took out a pair of fishskin gloves from his waist and put them on his hands. He pressed the leopard leather pouches against his left and right hips with both hands and said coldly: "The most powerful thing about you is that sword technique. I also Only one move. After one move, life and death will be determined by destiny!"

The eight sword slaves didn't answer, they just raised their swords and prepared their murderous aura to surge like a tide.

The moment the murderous intent approached, Tang Mie flicked his hands over the leopard leather bag, and there were already four more hidden weapons in his hands. As he raised his hands, the eight hidden weapons were shot together, carrying sharp winds and roaring towards the eight. people.

There were many sharp-eyed experts present. Even in the blink of an eye, they could clearly see the appearance of the eight hidden weapons.

Their appearance is like a strange and beautiful flower, with tiny spikes scattered all over the body. At first glance, the whole body is dark and dull, but when you look closely, you can find that each of its spikes is flashing with different brilliance.

People who know something about the Tang Sect have already recognized that this is the famous hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, the Tribulus. There are thirteen spikes on each of the Tribulus, and the poison quenched on each spike is different. The winner will Wushu is extremely powerful.

After seeing it clearly, they were a little disappointed. Although the Tang Sect's iron caltrops were powerful, it seemed far from powerful enough to fight against the terrifying sword array.

At the same time as Tang Mi's iron caltrop was launched, the eight sword slaves also took out their swords together. The eight "Ruyi Tianmo" sword techniques stimulated each other, and one "magic sword slash" style reappeared. The eight scimitars slashed at the eight iron caltrops. He wanted to cut the caltrops in the middle with one blow, and then use all his strength to kill Tang Mie, who stood with his hands behind his back after sending out the caltrops.

The blades of the eight-mouth scimitar touched the caltrops in no particular order, and the eight caltrops exploded simultaneously.

Although the caltrop was small in size, the gunpowder contained in it was extremely powerful. At that time, it exploded eight scimitars into pieces, and also shocked eight sword slaves until their orifices were bleeding and their bodies were thrown away.

The scariest thing is not the explosion.

It turned out that these caltrops seemed to be integrated into one, but they were actually composed of thirteen extremely small iron pieces. After the explosion, the disintegrated caltrop fragments scattered in all directions with the force of the explosion, covering a total of one hundred and four fragments. Most of the ten-foot-wide space was shot into the bodies of the eight sword slaves.

When the iron piece entered the body, all kinds of poisons quenched on it acted together. The eight sword slaves who had been seriously injured by the explosion strangely appeared with colorful colors on their bodies, and they died on the spot without saying a word!

When everyone was frightened and in an uproar, Ma Kongqun frowned slightly and whispered to himself in a low voice with some uncertainty: "Scattering Flower Goddess!"

(End of this chapter)