I Have An Altar Of Luck

I Have An Altar Of Luck Chapter 71

2022-04-02

Chapter 71 Mercy Temple Bloody Blade!

The movements of the two broke out almost at the same time. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to prevent the lime from entering his eyes. The moment the crossbow arrow in his hand shot out, Han Feihu also sensed a cold wind and subconsciously ducked sideways.

But the crossbow arrow still scratched Han Feihu's cheek.

"Hehe, Chen Constable's secret arrows are not the actions of a gentleman!"

Han Feihu wiped the blood on his face with his hands, coldly snorted, stepping several steps in a row, beheading To Chen Yuan.

"Ding."

The machete in Han Feihu's hand was swayed by Chen Yuan with a knife, and then his right leg kicked on the tree trunk behind, bent his leg to charge up, and stabbed Han Feihu with the long knife. 's chest.

“Is it what a gentleman does to sprinkle lime?”

Chen Yuan sneered, with a long knife in his hand slashing continuously, Liuhe Blade Technique is exceptionally strong, and Chen Yuan’s tyrannical power is blessed , actually forced Han Feihu, who was refining the bone Peak, to take a few steps back.

The two fought each other, and the blade light was endless within a distance of several feet, and the nearby vegetation was cut off.

"You are the cultivation base for bone refining!"

Han Feihu took a few steps back, his face was gloomy and his arms were a little numb.

Chen Yuan didn't answer, and continued to bully him, letting Han Feihu think about it.

Chen Yuan swept the long knife in his hand and took Han Feihu's head. He jumped over, stepped on a boulder, rose into the air, and kicked Chen Yuan's chest with his right leg.

"get lost!"

Chen Yuan clenched his left fist, and under the dark night, golden rays of light burst out, colliding with Han Feihu's right leg.

"peng!"

The terrifying force directly smashed Han Feihu into the air, and he stepped back a few steps above the ground before releasing this force.

The right leg trembled slightly, Han Feihu stretched out his hand to hold it, his face was gloomy and uncertain, suddenly, a piercing pain came from his cheek, and he reached out and touched it in horror.

The skin that had been pierced by the crossbow arrows is now festering.

"The arrows are poisonous!"

Han Feihu growled.

Chen Yuan sneered and ignored Han Feihu's words. If he didn't put poison, why would he put a pocket crossbow on his arm? It's not very lethal.

Taking one step forward, Chen Yuan held the sword in both hands, and put all his will on the body of the sword, and slashed out.

“bang!”

The saber that Han Feihu blocked broke directly, Chen Yuan’s long knife slashed through his chest, his clothes were tattered, and the blade was deeply embedded in the flesh. He wanted to draw the knife, but found that the blade was tightly sucked.

Han Feihu held back the pain and grinned with a cruel smile.

The left hand holds the blade, and the right hand uses the broken knife to pick it up suddenly.

He will give his life for his life!

Han Feihu has survived several years in the border battles, relying on such a ruthless strength that he is not afraid of death.

"Tear!"

Han Feihu cut off Chen Yuan's clothes from bottom to top, but before he could be happy, he saw a very frightening scene .

Chen Yuan's body exuded faint golden rays of light, which were very conspicuous under the refraction of the moonlight, and the knife he made left only a white mark.

Chen Yuan clenched his right fist tightly and took advantage of this opportunity to punch Han Feihu on the head.

“bang!”

The blood plasma burst, and under Chen Yuan’s punch, Han Feihu’s head shattered like a watermelon. Punch your nose.

A faint cool air flowed into his mind, and in a trance, Chen Yuan seemed to see the somewhat damaged mysterious altar and absorbed the luck.

A message flooded into my mind.

Mercy Temple, the bloody sword!

Chen Yuan looked calm, let out a long relaxed breath, wiped the blood on his body with his outer clothes, squatted down, and whispered: "You die, I live!"

However, this time is indeed a little thrilling. If Han Feihu's hand is not a broken knife, if he does not have a cultivation Vajra Glazed Body, then Chen Yuan must be seriously injured by that knife.

But the broken knife was too short, the knife drawn by Han Feihu was not strong enough, and not much could affect Chen Yuan, plus the extremely powerful protective ability of Vajra Glazed Body.

It finally created the sign that the knife only scratched a white mark.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the thrilling moment just now, and his mind was extremely calm. This Han Feihu's strength has definitely reached the level of Tie Xuan, and he successfully killed him. It can be said that his strength has almost reached the level of Tie Xuan. Not inferior to any bone refining expert in Ping'an County.

After summarizing the event, Chen Yuan began to focus on the information from Altar of Luck just now.

Mercy Temple, the bloody sword!

It's Mercy Temple again. Chen Yuan's first chance was the Vajra Glazed Body fragment obtained from Mercy Temple. Zhao Nanshan also told him that Mercy Temple might be related to the Lifeless Religion monster.

Chen Yuan wanted to check it out after he stepped into the bone refining level, didn't expect the information given by Altar of Luck to point directly to Mercy Temple again.

The bloody sword doesn't sound like a serious weapon by the name. Chen Yuan guessed that it might be a magic sword.

But.

He still wants it.

By the time Chen Yuan returned to the place where he had attacked, shirtless, the battle had completely ended, and most of the horse bandits had been killed, leaving only one alive.

The only pity is that only three horses were caught, and the other horses either died under the arrows or disappeared into the night in shock.

He threw Han Feihu's corpse on the ground, and the yamen immediately stepped forward to cover his nose and put the body up.

Glancing at everyone one after another, Chen Yuan said solemnly:

"After you go back, you will share the one hundred and twenty taels of silver, and the remaining thirty Two points for the wounded." Chen Yuan had no interest in coveting the three melons.

The value of the medicine pill found from Han Feihu is already very high.

And those three sturdy war horses can also be worth dozens of silver tael, especially the new guidance from Altar of Luck, this trip is not a loss!

“Many thanks, sire!”

“many thanks, sire!”

Hearing Chen Yuan’s words, all the yamen immediately shouted to Chen Yuan’s The respect has greatly increased, and one hundred and fifty silver taels are distributed to them. Everyone can get at least two silver taels, and the injured bailiff can even get ten taels.

It's more than their monthly salary. Of course, the old yamen will definitely get more money than the young yamen, and the white servants will get the least.

In addition, Chen Yuan, who is Constable, has not parted with a silver tael.

They all knew of a total of 250 silver tael under Wang Ping's deliberate propaganda, and they took 100 taels from it, leaving only 150 taels.

As for who took it, it's basically clear.

Chen Yuan looked at everyone's excited appearance slightly and nodded.

Equal distribution is not desirable. Those old yamen are strong and bear a lot of pressure. If they take as much as those young yamen, they will definitely not accept it.

Instead of winning people's hearts, it will arouse their dissatisfaction.

"Everyone's heads will be cut off, and they will be brought back to the county office together with the goods, and will be rewarded tomorrow for meritorious deeds!"

Chen Yuan said loudly with a big wave of his hand.

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If you don’t keep books, sit up from me!

Brother who read the book, I have nothing to comment on, I really have nothing to say, just praise the author for being persistent!

(end of this chapter)