Chapter 59: A Needle in Tanzhong
Hearing the magnetic voice coming from outside, Yang Qingxi didn't know whether it was an act or real. A young girl's spring-love joy appeared in her calm eyes. She smiled and said, "The old guys left the city last night. Young Master Long is the heir of a wealthy family. He dared to come to Lizhou alone to plan big things. How can Qingxi compare with his courage?"
In front of millions of people, even though Yang Qingxi was the number one of the younger generation of the Yang clan, and even though he was arrogant and conceited, he could only flatter and curry favor.
The man surnamed Long was standing on the deck, with a lantern with a picture of a lady hanging under the eaves of the ship's tower behind him.
The light from the lantern was distorted by the invisible field around him and could not shine on him, making him look like he was always standing in the shadows.
That is a mysterious and powerful aura.
His eyes were also looking at the fierce chase on the shore.
The Sui River is close to the other side of the Mangshan Mountain Range, where there are dense forests and lush trees. There are no lights, only the outlines of the mountains that reach the sky.
Shi Jiuzhai and a fat boy of fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the dense forest and looked at the huge warship with the "Sui" flag flying in the center of the river.
"Yang Qingxi is really sick. Stopping the boat here shows that he totally disregards the governor's office and the Jiuli tribe. Over the years, the Yang tribe and Sui Zong have really regarded themselves as the masters of Lizhou. They are even more arrogant than our Earth Wolf King Army." Shi Jiuzhai couldn't help but curse.
The little fat man smiled and said, "Brother Jiu, Yang Qingxi has a pure immortal body and is said to be extremely beautiful. If she is willing to let you sleep with her for one night, I promise that you will never scold her again."
"Wouldn't it be more interesting to curse while sleeping?" Shi Jiuzhai said with a smile.
"While fighting?"
"Haha! How old are you? Don't learn bad things from Liu Se and the others!"
Shi Jiuzhai laughed and narrowed his eyes. From afar, he saw a small black-sailed boat coming out of the city and approaching the huge warship in the middle of the river. The rower was a burly monk with a curly beard wearing a red cassock.
"They're here! Let's go too."
A gray cloud of magical energy appeared under Shi Jiuzhai's feet. He stepped on the river surface, covering several feet with each step.
The little fat man followed closely behind him.
Shi Jiuzhai and the little fat man flew onto the huge warship, glanced at the noble figure standing on the bow deck, and then went straight into the main hall.
Yang Qingxi's smile disappeared, and he snorted coldly, "Shi Jiuzhai, you, the Earth Wolf King Army, can't even handle a small matter. It's ok that you failed to steal the coffin and kill people, but you even exposed your identity. As a result, our plan to stir up a conflict between the Buddha Bandits and the Jiuli tribe failed. How dare you come to Lizhou?"
Yang Qingxi was naturally a participant in the plan.
When she and Yang Yun appeared in Yaoguan, they were waiting for news and dealing with the aftermath.
Otherwise, how could I have met Li Ling by chance? The Snow Wolf King was indeed guilty of exposing his teeth, but fortunately Shi Jiuzhai brought back the news of the Immortal Star, which made up for it.
Shi Jiuzhai naturally would not bring up this embarrassing matter in front of Yang Qingxi. He smiled disapprovingly and said, "This crappy plan itself is very problematic. Don't you see how cowardly the Jiuli tribe is now? Even if they had slaughtered all the coffin bearers of the Cangli tribe in Zangxian Town a month ago, they would never have dared to go to war with Xu Fudu. Unless... the entire Cangli tribe is wiped out, perhaps their bloodiness can be aroused..."
"Is it useful to say this now? There is no way to use the same old tricks again. You, the Earth Wolf King Army, must give an explanation." Yang Qingxi said.
Shi Jiuzhai sat down next to Yang Qingxi, looking directly at the sparkling river and the fierce fighting on the distant shore, and said, "Of course there is a reason. Let me introduce you to a new friend who wants to join the game."
Yang Qingxi sensed something and looked towards the opposite bulkhead. Through the gap in the window, he could see several figures who had boarded the ship at some point and were walking along the corridor towards the main entrance.
Her eyes were completely cold: "How could you bring anyone here casually?"
The monk with a curly beard in a red cassock had already walked to the door and spoke in a deep voice: "Your attempt to stir up conflict can only be regarded as a low-level conspiracy. Do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool? If you want to seize the world, you will have to fight with real swords and guns in the end. Coffin Mountain also wants a share of the world of Lizhou. Uncle Master, please come in!"
"No, I'll just get some fresh air outside."
…
Li Weiyi rushed all the way to the bank of the Sui River. His clothes were already soaked in blood, both his own and even more from the enemy.
The most serious injury was when the long arrow shot by Murong Xiao rubbed against his shoulder blade. His bones seemed to be dislocated and the pain was unbearable. If he hadn't been wearing the corpse armor, it would not have been a simple rub, but a piercing.
He just jumped up and wanted to throw himself into the Sui River.
“Wow!”
A nearly ten-foot-long metal whip, like a snake, flew out from a dark fishing boat and wrapped around his left leg. It then pulled him and his body fell uncontrollably towards the fishing boat.
Two figures holding harpoons rushed out of the fishing boat.
Certainly not fishermen.
They are the leaders of a gang that roams around at the Suihe Wharf. Both of them are Qiquan martial artists and have been waiting here to take advantage of the situation.
Li Weiyi tried his best to control his body and cut off the metal whip wrapped around his legs with a sword. At the same time, his body rolled in the air to avoid the two harpoons that were attacking him.
“Swish!”
At this critical moment of life and death, he swung his sword in mid-air, like a true god splitting mountains and peaks.
"Tai Yi Kai Hai" entered the state of heaven and law, cutting off the metal harpoons in the hands of the two men, and even cutting off the arm of one of them. This sword frightened the two people on the boat so much that they were stunned.
Li Weiyi fell into the shallow water under the boat, feeling exhausted.
As soon as I stood up, there was a strong sound of wind behind me.
Yao Zhengsheng swung at him with a thousand-jin iron rod, his body like a silver-backed giant ape leaping in the air.
"boom!"
The blow smashed the bow of the fishing boat into pieces, sending wood chips flying and waves surging.
Li Weiyi just dodged it.
Lu Can, who is also a top 100 warrior and ranks higher than Yao Zhengsheng, jumped up from the silver-horned elk carriage, crossed a distance of several feet, and slapped Li Weiyi's head with his tiger claws as big as a palm leaf fan.
He is a tiger-like monster.
There are only so many types of ancient immortal beasts, and the types of deformed human species tend to be concentrated in the same region. For example, the deformed human species in Lizhou have a high proportion of tiger-like and ape-like species.
Lu Can's "Demon Subduing Tiger Claw" has been practiced to the level of Heavenly Dao, and Li Weiyi has no chance of avoiding it even at his prime.
No matter how unwilling you are, you have no choice but to fight hard at this moment.
“Bang!”
A hard collision.
Li Weiyi vomited blood and flew backwards, crashing through the hull of the wooden boat behind him, with his body almost embedded in it.
“Swish!”
Yang Yun, who was sitting in the carriage of the Silver-Horned Elk, seized the opportunity and swung out the bright three-inch knife in his hand, piercing through Li Weiyi's neck and actually running through the entire seven or eight-meter-long wooden boat.
It is so sharp that it is amazing.
His knife was originally aimed at Li Weiyi's throat, but was avoided.
Blood kept flowing from the right side of Li Weiyi's neck. He had no time to pay attention to it. His eyes were fixed on the three-meter-tall tiger-like body of Lu Can who was rushing towards him. His entire field of vision seemed to be occupied by it.
“Wow!”
He tore off the ghost flag draped over his body, spun it around and danced, and suddenly a black mist rose.
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Lu Can's vision was obstructed, and he felt the chill of the dark fog piercing his bones, and felt extremely dangerous. But at this moment, he was in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to press down on the ghost flag with one claw.
Below the ghost flag, the Yellow Dragon Sword stabbed out like lightning.
No matter how strong his tiger claw defense is, how can it possibly block the magic weapon? The tiger claw was pierced.
Lu Can groaned in pain, gritted his teeth, and retreated in embarrassment.
Li Weiyi endured the injuries all over his body, jumped onto the wooden boat, and rushed to the deep water area of Suihe River outside the group of boats with sword in hand.
Ishikawa Yu had already been waiting in front, with his back to the Sui River, his long beard fluttering, and he looked relaxed and ready to fight. He said with a smile, "Can you survive by jumping into the river? If there is a powerful mind master, he can locate your approximate location even if you are at the bottom of the river."
Li Weiyi stopped three feet away from Ishikawa Yu, stepped on the roof of a fishing boat, and quickly scanned the area. He soon discovered Master Qi, the insect tamer, who was hiding in a fishing boat.
In addition, there were several Qiquan martial artists holding weapons hiding in different locations of the cabin.
The fighting power that Li Weiyi had unleashed previously was too fierce and sharp, killing seven martial artists in a row, which frightened them. That was why they did not act rashly at this moment and were waiting for a better opportunity.
Behind him, Yao Zhengsheng and Lu Can came from the left and right.
Murong Xiao descended from the sky, folded her black wings, and landed on the top of a mast with only one arrow left.
"Wu Hai Dan, it's mine."
Yao Zhengsheng strode forward and used the Tiandao Fahe Mountain-Splitting Stick Technique. The thousand-jin iron stick turned into a mountain pillar, pressing down on Li Weiyi without giving him any room to dodge.
Li Weiyi could only swing his sword to block the attack.
“Bang!”
The sword and the stick collided with each other, with overwhelming force.
Li Weiyi couldn't hold the Yellow Dragon Sword with his right hand at all. The long sword flew out of his hand, and his body was shaken several feet away by the magical power contained in the thousand-jin iron stick. He vomited blood again.
With a loud "bang", Li Weiyi fell heavily and smashed the roof of a fishing boat into pieces.
I lay on my back, feeling the pain as if all the bones in my body were broken.
"good!"
"Since you don't show up, I can only rely on myself..."
Li Weiyi had been waiting for the so-called bodyguard wife to show up, but since he couldn't wait any longer, he stopped hesitating.
No matter how dangerous it is, there is no other way now! When several top 100 warriors rushed over, Li Weiyi, who was lying on the boat, had a sharp look in his eyes. He took out the Poquan needle that he had prepared long ago, held it between his two fingers, and pierced it into his chest.
Then, the five springs in the body gushed out together, and the magic power flowed to the sixty veins and all rushed to the chest.
Master Guan’s brutal secret technique - Hequan breaking the wall.
Li Weiyi would never dare to use this trick unless it was absolutely necessary, because Danzhong is the vital point of the human body, and it is very dangerous to flush the sixth spring normally.
Using the Poquan needle and the Hequan wall breaking needle is absolutely no different from seeking death.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Yao Zhengsheng, Lu Can, and Ishikawa Yu, three of the top 100 warriors, rushed the fastest, ahead of everyone else behind them, and rushed towards the fishing boat together, trying to snatch Li Weiyi's head.
“Boom!”
The next moment, silver light briefly illuminated the night sky.
The three top 100 warriors who rushed over were knocked back by the three palm prints from Li Weiyi who was lying on the boat, like three scarecrows falling in three different directions.
One fell off the boat, one fell into the water, and one broke the mast.
Yang Yun, who had just picked up the Yellow Dragon Sword, looked over with surprise.
Just see.
Li Weiyi, who had been beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back, now turned over and stood on the fishing boat that was full of broken wood and on the verge of sinking. The two silver silk gloves on his left and right hands emitted a brilliant silver light.
The Broken Spring needle inserted into his chest had completely melted, and the vast and surging magic power continued to gush out from the sixth spring in his chest like a volcanic eruption.
"What are you doing standing there? Come on, let's see whose blood will dye the Sui River red first today!" Li Weiyi stared at Yang Yun and the group of pursuers, his body standing straighter and straighter, all his fatigue and pain were replaced by the strong fighting spirit in his body.
(End of this chapter)