Xiaoshui Village.
Blood is flowing and people are in panic.
"Ha, is this all you can do? Then how can you protect your Xiaofang?"
"Get up, you jerk! Or I'll leave a few more wounds on your Xiaofang."
"Last time I carved a sow, this time... why not just carve 'Whatever you want'?"
The scarred man with loose white hair and pure black eyes had an unbridled smile mixed with perverted expectations.
The other man with black eyes was wearing a blue monk's robe, had a crew cut, was muscular, and exuded a red bloody aura. The strangest thing was that there was a sticky tentacle wrapped around his arm, which was constantly whipping Lu Wuque who was trying to get up.
The surrounding villagers gathered together and looked at the two men with fear in their eyes.
"Amitabha, benefactor, please let go of your obsession. The so-called love is nothing but the deception of desire."
"Lie down and give up. That's the truth of life." The blue-robed monk held the Buddhist doctrine in one hand, but swung the sticky tentacles in his hand and exploded another villager's head.
"No!" Xiaofang, who was tied up, screamed, tears flowing uncontrollably.
"No, please, don't kill anymore."
"We can give you anything you want!"
"Please, stop killing people."
“Wuwuwu…”
The crying sound spread throughout Xiaoshui Village, and even the villagers began to cry softly.
"Quiet!"
Another whip was lashed out, and a villager was blown away.
The monk's face was filled with anger. "Donors, you are so easily sad. You are the embodiment of misery!"
"This is not in accordance with Buddhism!"
As he spoke, he slapped his head again, "Alas! I broke the precept of anger!"
"Amitabha." The monk returned to his calm state.
"What do we want?" Scarface asked with a playful look on his face.
His pure black eyes turned to Xiao Fang, "We want death! We want resentment! We want your unwilling and powerless souls!"
"Do you know why you haven't died yet?"
Scarface's expression was frantic. "We are waiting for the most delicious main course in this bloody feast!"
Although Scarface didn't say what the main course was, everyone present knew it.
"Brother Zhi..." Lu Wuque coughed up blood clots and lay powerlessly on the muddy ground.
"I should have listened carefully during my basic talisman class."
Lu Wuque smiled bitterly and blamed himself again.
When Lu Zhengzhi threw the sound transmission talisman to him, it took him a while to remember how to use it. When he recorded the message and was about to send it out, the monk Bujie smashed it with a punch.
If I could send the message quickly, the family elders would have arrived by now, right?
Xiaofang...Xiaofang doesn't have to suffer humiliation there, right?
Lu Wuque stretched his neck as far as possible, trying to see Xiaofang clearly.
The scarred man had carved many scars on Xiaofang's body.
Even on his face, there was a hideous bloody scar from the right side of his face.
Lu Wuque suddenly felt very guilty.
He finally saw Xiaofang.
Also, behind Xiaofang...
"You beasts!" Lu Wuque suddenly stood up, roared and rushed towards the monk Bujie, as if he wanted to fight him to the death.
"Huh?" The monk's eyes showed surprise, which then turned into disdain.
"Donor, it is unwise to fly into the flame like a moth!"
He growled softly, not intending to use the hideous and disgusting tentacle on his right arm to knock Lu Wuque away again. Instead, he took up his fist stance, as if he wanted to fight Lu Wuque.
Even Scarface smiled and shook his head, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
"This kid is really crazy—"
A fierce murderous intent burst out from behind, and the hairs on Scarface's body stood up.
The sixth sense he had cultivated over the years between life and death made him quickly turn sideways.
Phew!
The blade passed through the left armpit and went through between the ribs.
"ah!"
Scarface roared, poured spiritual power into his palms, slapped the sword blade, and knocked the sword blade that was originally heading towards his heart out of his body.
But this also caused the armpit to be completely cut open, and the heart was completely exposed to the air.
Spiritual energy surged towards the wound, stopping the blood from flowing out.
Scarface stared at the assassin, "Lu Zhengzhi."
Lu Zhengzhi showed regret on his face, "Unfortunately, it's still not fast enough."
Scarface shook his head. "No, it's fast enough. It's just that you lack the experience of life-and-death combat. Your ability to hold your breath is too poor, and you've exposed your aura."
"No matter how fast my swordsmanship is, it can't withstand your swagger."
Lu Zhengzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously, "Thank you for your advice."
Scarface's face scowled, "The information is wrong. You're not at the third level of Qi training, you're at least at the sixth level!"
Lu Zhengzhi smiled and nodded, "I am at the peak of the sixth level, I guess you are also at the peak, right?"
Scarface nodded, "While we are, we are not on the same level."
Lu Zhengzhi was puzzled, "How am I weak? Have I killed fewer people than you?"
Scarface shook his head, "You are weak in——"
boom!
A terrifying thrust pierced through the ground and hit Lu Zhengzhi's back.
Bang!
Lu Zhengzhi was knocked away by one blow.
Scarface showed disdain, "Weak because too stupid. Between life and death, he still focused on his opponent's words and completely ignored the other person."
What stabbed Lu Zhengzhi was the blood-red tentacle on the monk Bujie's right hand.
Zong Bujie's right hand penetrated the ground, then extended all the way to stab out from behind Lu Zhengzhi.
The strike hits the target with one strike, causing danger.
"If I kill you, I can report to the Lu family kid." Scarface looked sinister.
The wound under his armpit was burning, and it hurt whenever he raised his left arm even slightly.
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