Chapter 94 Definitely not a serious person! (Please subscribe)

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

There was blood falling from above.

If Ji Que's prediction is correct, someone must be up there causing trouble.

The next moment, he flicked his finger and popped out the drop of blood on his fingertip.

It was because he felt a burning sensation inside, as if there was a fire burning inside.

Without any hesitation, Ji Que grasped the Thousand Machine Sword with his right hand, and shot a cold arrow toward the mouth of the well.

Almost at the same time, Ji Que pressed his back against the wall of the well, swung his hands and feet, and immediately jumped up like a fish.

At the mouth of the well, I saw the white-faced man from before returning, holding a crushed hare in his hand. The blood overflowing from it continued to drip down, and his entire palm also changed into a bright red color, emerging from it.

The steaming heat.

At this moment, a shadow struck.

The white-faced man remained unmoved, and with a simple pinch of two fingers of his free left hand, he caught the cold arrow on his fingertips.

The next moment, only a bang was heard, and the cold arrow exploded, scattering flying lime powder.

The white-faced man quickly retreated, but at this time, Ji Que had already drilled out close to the wellhead, and he raised his foot and made a sliding shovel.

As a result, the white-faced man was also amazing. He seemed to have anticipated this situation and rushed forward.

So the two of them walked up and down, one with a white board on his face, the other with a nine tube, passing each other, and almost at the same time, they used a sinister knee strike.

The white-faced man hit Ji Que's belly, while Ji Que hit his opponent's crotch.

The two of them changed their defenses almost at the same time, so their knees collided with each other and bounced apart.

After landing, the two turned around at almost the same time, sprinkled a handful of lime at almost the same time, and retreated at the same time.

Both of them were shocked, they didn't expect the other party to be so insidious.

Without any hesitation, the two of them suddenly threw out a cluster of lime and turned their heads to avoid it.

Immediately afterwards, the white-faced man clapped his palms, and for a moment, the air twisted, forming two majestic palm shadows, rushing towards Ji Que like water with quicklime.

Almost at the same time, a whistling sound of sticks sounded from Ji Que's side.

Ji Que was seen waving the nunchucks transformed from the Thousand Machine Sword, and whipped forward with the roaring wind.

Then the incoming quicklime stopped and rushed in the opposite direction.

The white-faced man's palms immediately increased their strength, and the veins in his hands suddenly surged like snakes, creating a wave of even more majestic palm strength.

Then the surging quicklime stopped again and rushed towards Ji Que who was wielding the nunchaku.

Ji Que, on the other hand, wore a nine-cylinder mask, and his nunchucks suddenly turned into three-knuckle sticks, and he danced as if he was closed.

So for a moment, quicklime lay between the two people, squeezing and forming various shapes, but it did not touch their bodies.

But just when the two sides were evenly matched, a whining wind suddenly sounded.

That's the hair dryer effect!

Then the balance was broken in an instant, and a cluster of quicklime rushed towards the face of the white-faced man.

The white-faced man instinctively closed his eyes, but the three-section stick that Ji Que was waving had already slapped him.

The white-faced man crossed his palms, and his arms turned red in an instant, like a red-hot iron.

But Ji Que's three-section stick doesn't care about this. It's like a gangrene attached to the bone. When it sticks to it, it whizzes and hits the opponent crazily.

Bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang!

The three-section stick transformed from the Thousand Machine Sword hit the opponent's hands, making a metallic collision sound.

The sleeves of the white-faced man were beaten to pieces, and the quicklime flowed with the three-section stick like water.

The white-faced man relied on his body-protecting energy to prevent the lime from entering his eyes, but the lime also blocked his sight.

I saw his hands moving like clouds and rain, and he kept waving the three-section stick, dancing in front of him as if it were closed.

Soon, he got used to Ji Que's rhythm of slapping.

He was just about to use this to counterattack, but at this moment, the shower-like attack suddenly disappeared.

And his hands were still waving inertly.

The white-faced man instinctively felt that something was not good, and then, a very light sound breaking through the air suddenly sounded in his ears.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the stick that sneaked up from the left with a snap.

Before he could feel proud, there was a muffled sound and his whole body bent backwards.

Because at some point, the three-section sticks connected together suddenly turned into two-handed sticks. One of them was held by the white-faced man, while the other one hit the white-faced man's crotch.

At this moment, both sides were stunned for a moment.

The white-faced man was stunned by Ji Que's sneak attack, which was so shameless!

Ji Que was stunned because the other party was a dead eunuch.

No, it was not a dead eunuch. He could feel that the other person's thing shrank in in an instant.

Shrink Yang into the abdomen?

The next moment, Ji Que twisted his right hand, and the stick that had hit the opponent's crotch suddenly ejected a blade.

With a swish sound, and with the hook of the bladed stick, the white-faced man's pants were torn, and a trace of blood flew out.

After the white-faced man rolled back a few times, he tried to distance himself from Ji Que, his eyes serious.

If he hadn't jumped up in time just now, even if he had shrunk into his abdomen, he would probably have left a big wound.

At this time, his crotch was also red, like a soldering iron.

The white-faced man did not expect that even after he had practiced kung fu to this extent, he would still be defeated by the nine-cylinder man in front of him.

As a result, before he had time to stand still, he only heard a loud buzzing sound coming through the air, with great force and heavy force.

Because the moment the stick in Ji Que's hand hooked back, it was already combined with another stick.

Once twisted, it becomes a hook and sickle gun.

The white-faced man suddenly retreated, and a brand-new ravine was cut out of the ground where he had just been standing, and hot air flowed up.

In the ravine, even the stone was cut in two, and the cut was smooth and flat, which shows the sharpness and strength of the hook and sickle spear.

After entering the three realms of true essence, Ji Que became more and more skilled in controlling the true essence.

Buzz!

Ji Que jumped forward, and the hook and sickle gun roared down.

The white-faced man struck out with his hands like lightning, clamping the head of the hook-and-scythe spear.

He was just about to use his strength to control the gun, but he saw Ji Que twist his right hand, and there was a sound of orderly changes in the mechanical order.

The hook sickle gun suddenly twisted into a long tapered sword full of sharp blades. As Ji Que drew back, sparks flew for a moment.

The palm like a soldering iron splashed out several pieces of extremely hard skin, and shed a few drops of blood.

Ji Que swung the sword in his hand and stabbed the white-faced man in the face, and the blade on the sword immediately rolled through like a meat grinder.

The white-faced man's legs did not move, and his body twisted like a snake, turning into a twist. The white mask intertwined with the sword in Ji Que's hand.

With a snap, the revolving sword blade hit the man's back. The moment the man's flesh was smashed open, he twisted his body again, neutralizing the attack, and ran out again.

After seeing this scene, even Ji Que was a little surprised.

His original intention was to at least break the opponent's mask to see who it was, but he didn't expect that the opponent's figure was so flexible.

After the white-faced man dodged this dangerous sword blow, he turned around and ran away.

Ji Que was about to give chase, but at this moment, a big tree beside him moved, a gap appeared in the trunk, and the leaves next to it were split into two.

In the blink of an eye, that cold light swept over, extremely sinister.

There is an almost transparent line in the air.

No, judging from the sharpness, it can be said to be a blade without a blade, which is extremely dangerous.

This is the weapon of the white-faced man.

Ji Que sheathed his sword on his left side, and a string of bright sparks suddenly burst out from his side. It was the transparent silk thread that collided with the sword's edge.

At this time, I saw the ring on the man's right hand move, and another invisible blade cut from the other side.

When Ji Que saw this, he split the sword in his hand into two pieces and blocked the other thread with a clang.

As soon as the man crossed his hands, the silk-like blade surrounded Ji Que.

For a time, the air was filled with brilliant sparks, as brilliant as fire trees and silver flowers.

The sound of chi chi was heard endlessly, it was the Thousand Machine Sword colliding with the "invisible blade" tightening around it.

To be honest, this style of play that relies on the line but not the blade is indeed quite unique, so much so that Ji Que, who has never seen the world, found it quite fun.

As the white-faced man moved his fingers, a swishing sound was heard, and another invisible blade cut open.

Seeing this, Ji Que jumped up, trying to dodge the blow.

But at this time, the white-faced man couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

The invisible blade turned in an instant and cut towards Ji Que's waist.

But the next moment, the scene of Ji Que being cut off at the waist did not appear, because his body suddenly became lighter, like a piece of paper that floated up as soon as it touched the line.

Tai Chi relieves energy!

The next moment, Ji Que's true energy was seen surging in his body, and a "brick" suddenly fell from the sword in his hand.

A volley that had been brewing for a long time hit Brick's body.

The iron brick suddenly turned into an afterimage and attacked the white-faced man.

This change really frightened the white-faced man, but he reacted quickly and twisted his body to the side, trying to avoid it.

Unfortunately, the bricks were moving in an arc, so he only dodged a little.

There was a muffled sound, and the mask on the right side of the white-faced man's face was smashed into pieces. The whole person was spinning like a top, dissolving this terrible force.

For a moment, the sharp threads in the air followed his rotation, cutting and shooting everywhere.

Ji Que rushed forward in an instant, using his sword to block the randomly cut threads while trying to get closer to the other party to see his true face.

But the moment the mask shattered, a burst of smoke filled the opponent's face.

At this moment, Ji Que even had the illusion that the face shrouded in smoke was not human at all.

At this time, the spinning body of the white-faced man had fallen to the ground.

He pulled hard with the ten fingers of both hands, and the transparent silk threads around him suddenly turned into a net, covering Ji Que's body.

Ji Que's forward movement was stopped for a moment, but the Thousand Machine Sword in his hand instantly turned into a pair of large scissors, and he cut the threads with random clicks.

At this time, the sound of breaking the air could be heard from all around.

Obviously, the masters of Yunxue Sect heard the commotion and were coming here.

So without any hesitation, the two of them ran into the woods to escape, one to the left and the other to the right.

Ji Que was lying on the ground, swimming in the woods, making extremely small sounds.

He quickly walked through the woods, ran against the shadows of the courtyard wall, and finally opened the window and returned to his residence.

After Lin Xiangzhi professionally cleaned up the clothes and shoes he wore during the night, Lin Xiangzhi even more professionally cleaned the cobwebs from his hair and gave him a messy hairstyle for sleeping.

After finishing all this, Ji Que lay on the bed and slept for a while, before noisy sounds could be heard nearby.

It was people from the Yunxue Sect who came over for interrogation.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and the concierge Ji Que took a deep breath and opened the door.

To be honest, he was a little nervous, but he got into the role quickly.

His hair was messy, he rubbed his "bleary" eyes, and asked with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong?"

Several young disciples asked coldly and then left.

After Ji Que passed the test and closed the door, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Oops, it was quite exciting to be interrogated as an undercover agent for the first time.

Just thinking about the clothes that I had destroyed and destroyed, I still couldn't help but feel a little bit of pain.

These clothes should be reimbursable, but he still feels pain.

However, it cannot be said that there was no gain tonight. At least he found the traces left by the previous spy Fang Sihai.

"He is coming out. Who does he mean?"

Is this "fish carcass at the bottom of the lake." Was it left before the intelligence was sent out, or was it left after it was sent out?

As for the white-faced man today, it’s really worthy of vigilance.

The other party was wearing a mask, and even after the mask was damaged, the strange mist still covered his face, which meant that the other party, like him, did not want to show his face.

There was also the opponent's moves. Ji Que could feel that the opponent had deliberately concealed the moves.

If he hadn't been forced into a hurry, that person wouldn't have even used the transparent and sharp silk thread.

Does this mean that the opponent's usual moves are very distinctive and easy to spot?

Based on Ji Que's judgment, the white-faced man might be a senior member of the Yunxue Sect.

The reason why Qingqi Division came here to investigate is because there may be a demon like Lin Xiangori's "father" hidden here.

They are lurking among humans, and some occupy high positions, obviously not because they like to play games of pretending to be humans, but because they are plotting something.

But what Ji Que is worried about now is not the white-faced man, but "him."

Although the white-faced man ran away today and even had a back-up plan, he was confident that he could keep up with the opponent.

But that "He", the "He" that Fang Sihai carved in the depths of the ancient well like crazy, he had no idea in his heart.

Why did Fang Sihai carve such a sentence there?

Just the twisted fonts on the well wall make people feel morbid fear and despair.

He must have discovered something and was trapped there, so he could carve such a line of words.

Ji Que even had the illusion that those words were not used by Fang Sihai to warn others after him, but came from his instinct of fear.

It seems that if he doesn't do that, he will collapse in an instant, or go crazy.

What on earth could scare him like that?

Ji Que felt for a moment that the water inside was quite deep.

On the other side, Elder Xue and Elder Wang from the sect came to the chaotic scene in the ancestral land.

Elder Wang is a tall man with gray hair and a gentle and elegant temperament.

Elder Xue is a woman who has been responsible for the security of the sect, so she was a little annoyed by this and couldn't help asking: "Old Wang, what kind of weapon is this?"

Elder Wang stood there, silent for a while, and said, "I can't tell."

"Can't you tell? You can't even tell?"

"Well, one of them has too many changes. Some of them have strange sword marks, some seem to be caused by stick blows, and there are even traces of halberds and sickles."

At this time, Elder Wang squatted down, pointed to a square mark on the ground and said, "This should be a brick."

"Ban Zhuan?" Elder Xue blinked, a little confused.

"You mean, one of them is good at weird sword skills, stick skills, can use a halberd, and even hits people with bricks?"

"No, there is also lime." Elder Wang stated.

For a moment, such a picture appeared in Elder Xue's mind.

That is, a person carries a strange sword, stick, halberd, and sickle on his back, along with bricks and lime, and stabs, smashes, cuts, slaps, and sprinkles lime on the enemy.

Why is it the same as a spider spirit?

In the world of spiritual practice, successful monks often only focus on one object, or at most two objects, because between the fourth realm of spiritual thoughts and the fifth realm of natal life, monks need to sharpen suitable weapons to sharpen their natal objects.

The most common one is the natal flying sword that moves according to the will.

And if you know too many weapons, it will become complicated and affect your progress.

In Elder Xue's impression, those who came out carrying a series of weapons were either jugglers or showy rookies.

Let alone the four realms and five realms, the second realm is probably the limit.

Especially the bricks and lime powder inside look like street gangsters fighting each other.

But the traces in front of her were definitely not left by a rookie. They were just a few deep ravines and cuts on the ground. Even she, who was at the advanced level of the Four Realms of Divine Mind, had to deal with them carefully.

Because she can feel the strength and sharpness inside.

"It's really troublesome."

Elder Xue couldn't help but sigh.

Then, she looked at the fox sculpture next to her with an incense stick in its mouth, and fell silent again.

Now at least one thing is certain, that is, the guy who just messed around here, even if he is not a gangster, is definitely not a serious thing!

Thinking about it, she took off the incense stick from the statue's mouth and stuck it on the ground.

At this time, the white cat Lin Xiangzhi was sitting on the top of a tree, watching all this quietly.

The night is getting deeper
Chapter completed!