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Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a pain in his chest and seemed to have a good weapon piercing his chest!

He has already completed the foundation building, his body is strong, and the skin is as tough as old cowhide. But at this time, his body is easily penetrated like tofu, and the heart is also worn by a sword.

He stared at Song Shuhang in front of him. However, the young man holding the bottle of quenching body in his hands, his hand is empty?

what happened? what's up!

The blood flowed out of his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, and dyed the red tip of the sword: "What is this?"

The long-armed man raised his long arm in anger, his eyes full of the color of the calendar. Even if he died, he would have to take Song Shuhang to go to Huangquan.

However, his arm was only half lifted and he hanged weakly. He felt weak and his blood and strength were taken away by the invisible sword.

At the same time, in his mind, thousands of bald heads and monks are still chanting the scriptures: "The bitter sea is dust-free, turning back to the shore; letting down the butcher knife and setting up the land to become a Buddha!"

Annoying!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and pulled out the black flying sword. He replied: "Flying sword."

Master Fei Xuan’s Feijian, fortunately he has not returned it.

This flying sword can only be seen by the pharmacist who has the consent of Master Tong Xuan. In the eyes of others, this flying sword is invisible and insensitive.

Of course, if the strength of the other party is much higher than that of Master Tong Xuan, it is another matter.

From the time of the meeting, Song Shuhang carried the flying sword in his hand. I wanted to wait for the long-armed man to get closer and look for opportunities to give him a knife.

Only Song Shuhang did not expect that the other party actually hit himself in a heroic posture. The only thing Song Songhang needs to do is to slightly adjust the position of the sword tip to the heart of the long-armed man.

Then, with a bang, the other's heart was pierced.

So simple, really a little effort.

Even the stinky pill is saved!

Flying sword?

The long-armed man opened his mouth and made a difficult word from his mouth: "Take away?"

Have a complete mortal life, and cultivate as a mortal degree. However, there are quenching body fluids, there will be flying swords, the ‘predecessor’ status that will be scrupulous for the altar, and only the legendary horrible monk power, will the method of seizing when Shouyuan will do it? But isn’t that the only way to win?

Song Shuhang did not pay attention to what the long-armed man was saying. He raised the black flying sword and the faint **** smell came.

Even if he has already realized that this **** taste still makes Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable - after all, he is not a murderous devil! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college student.

Taking a deep breath, the true self of the "I am a meditation" in my mind emerges, suppressing the body and calming myself down.

"Is there a last word?" Song Shuhang said.

"I..." The long-armed man opened his mouth.

Said, the flying sword of Book Air was raised again, and a sword was cut.

The long-armed man died unsuccessfully, his body was different, and his body crashed to the ground. Moreover, there is no trace of blood flowing out of the wound.

This flying sword of Master Tong Xuan is not an ordinary sword. Killing people without seeing blood is only its basic attribute.

"Well, I just said that I have been swearing. In fact, I am not ready to listen to your last words."

Song Shuhang’s hand holding the sword shivered slightly, and some of his hands were soft, but he gradually returned to calm.

This is his first time killing. Before that, he didn't even kill the chicken: "This is my consciousness."

There must be some enlightenment.

The long-armed man is the first person to die in his hands, but it will not be the last one.

If he can, he really wants to capture this long-armed man, and from his mouth, he hides where the 'master of the altar' is hidden. It is a pity that he is not strong enough. The other is a monk with a narrow eye and a nose. He is not confident to be able to subdue such an opponent.

At this time, killing the long-armed man is the most correct choice.

In my mind, "The Real Meditation" is still running, so that I can keep calm when I face the headless body.

Holding a black flying sword in one hand, Song Shuhang carefully went forward and searched for the long-armed man.

There are not many things on the other side.

A bottle of pungent potion should be a corpse.

Three stalkless blades.

There is also a beast head with three claw marks. Should it represent the identity or organization of the long-armed man? Perhaps this is a clue available.

Finally, there are thousands of cash tickets and Zhao Yaya's mobile phone.

As a monk with a narrow eye and a nose, this guy can be poor.

Song Shuhang opened the potion bottle and poured it on the body of the long-armed man.

The pungent smell came out, and the bones and parts of the long-armed man disappeared into the world as if they had evaporated.

"Is it baby?" Song Shuhang closed the corpse.

The corrosion effect is good, and even the body of a monk can melt quickly. Although it is a corpse, it cannot mobilize the body's blood and blood resistance.

But as long as it is used well, is it a killing weapon?

Finally, Song Shuhang pours the corpse in the remaining clothes. The last trace of the long-armed man in the world was erased.

After confirming that no other traces were left, Song Shuhang picked up Zhao Yaya and rushed to where the pharmacist was.

Zhao Yaya has been unconscious. He is somewhat worried about whether the long-armed man used poison or something, or it is better to take it with the former pharmacist.

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......

About three or four minutes later.

Zhao Yaya felt that her neck was very painful, and it felt like a stiff neck.

And how the bed was constantly vibrating, she was dissatisfied with a few screams, indicating resistance.

But the bed vibration is more powerful!

Asshole, but also let people not sleep well?

Zhao Yaya opened her eyes in anger, and then she was surprised to find that she was not sleeping in bed, but was being carried on the road.

Oh, my mom, what is the situation?

She was shocked and sleepy was sent thousands of miles away.

Who is kidnapping her?

Fortunately, she found that the man carrying his own is a familiar person. Song Shuhang and her are too familiar, a little awake to know who the other party is.

"Book Air, where is this place?" She patted Song Shuhang's shoulder gently and asked softly.

"Hey? Sister, wake up?" Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground: "Is it okay? Is there any physical discomfort in the body?"

Zhao Yaya frowned. "The body is very good, just feel some pain behind the neck. Also, why am I here?"

"Sister, you still ask me why I am here? Didn't you call me to call me? Then I rushed to the scene and found that I was falling asleep on the side of the road. I don't, I am preparing." Reciting to find a place to live for a night." Song Shuhang looked sincere and stared at Zhao Ya Ya.

He didn't lie, it was indeed the phone of ‘Zhao Yaya’ called him out; Zhao Yaya did indeed “sleep” and died; he was preparing to take her to find a place to sleep.

"..." Zhao Yaya stared at the book for a long time and found that he did not lie at all.

She recalled carefully, but the memory was blurred. I vaguely remember to go out to have a few drinks with three good friends tonight, and then she should go back to her place of residence?

Is it that I drink too much? But I only drank four cups with my friends today. How could I drink more?

Zhao Yaya licked her temples and looked distressed.

"Sister, would you like me to send you to the hospital to see?" Song Shuhang worried.

"No, except for the feeling of a stiff neck on the neck, everything else is fine. You can go back with me, and you should have no problem after a restful night." Zhao Yaya licked her neck and felt that her neck was a bit like being remembered. It’s like a knife, it hurts. Other than that, the body has no discomfort.

How to say it is also to learn medicine, and there is no problem in your body.

"Then I will accompany you back." Song Shuhang laughed.

Zhao Yaya only feels that Song Shuhang’s smile is warm and warm at this time, giving people a very reliable feeling: “Book Air, one day is missing, your kid suddenly grows up like a lot?”

"Is there? It is an illusion." Song Shuhang faintly - change? From the moment he raised his hand and swung his sword to the head of the long-armed man, his mind was transformed.