Chapter 1250 The Butcher Who Was Frightened Away

"Please give me the Dao Sword!"

As Mao Buhui's shout fell, a green light suddenly burst out from Mao Buhui's spirit platform, and then, an ancient sword handle was revealed at Mao Buhui's spirit platform.

"Hmm?" The butcher's doubtful voice sounded in the blood mist: "Is this the artifact left by the founder of Maoshan, the Dao Sword?"

"Yes, I just want to ask you if you are afraid?" Mao Buhui sneered, and then his eyes were fixed.

All of a sudden, trembling sounds were heard, and then he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then pulled it out with force...

'Shua...'

A sound like a sword being unsheathed was heard, and then, terrifying energy, like an overwhelming tidal wave, spread out in an instant with Mao Buhui as the center.

"Is this the Taoist sword?" The butcher was no longer as arrogant as before, and his voice was full of solemnity: "You can actually summon the sword spirit of the Taoist sword? Are you the next head

of Maoshan?" "I am your next father!" Mao Buhui said coldly, and the butcher was furious when he heard it: "You ignorant boy, you only know how to show off your eloquence and seek death!"

As the words fell, the blood mist rolled, and the butcher's figure flashed wildly in the blood mist, sometimes appearing in front of Mao Buhui, and sometimes appearing behind Mao Buhui. After flashing like this for who knows how many times, the pig-killing knife suddenly emerged from the blood mist and went straight to Mao Buhui's back.

"You're just an ant. I only need one sword to kill you!" Mao Buhui sneered, and then he turned around quickly, and raised the sword in his hand high.

The moment he raised the sword, a dazzling green light flashed from the sword. At that moment, even the blood mist seemed unable to withstand the green light and was instantly dispersed. The figure of the butcher was also exposed in front of Mao Buhui.

The butcher's face changed suddenly. After losing the coverage of the blood mist, he had lost the advantage of speed. It was too late to avoid the sword. At

the critical moment, the butcher gritted his teeth, then pinched the seal with his hands, and shouted loudly.

"Evil is coming..."

As he shouted, the blood mist in the tomb rolled up and finally gathered together, swallowed up by the evil behind him.

At that moment, the evil behind him changed from a green face with fangs to a blood-red armor, full of evil spirits, especially the blood-red eyes, which were full of endless evil thoughts.

"Go to hell!" The butcher roared, and as he roared, the evil behind him took a step forward, holding a pig-killing knife, and attacked the sword of Taoism that was chopped down high.

The next moment...

"Boom..."

a loud explosion resounded through the sky, and the terrifying energy fluctuations were like a sudden gust of wind, raging in the tomb.

Then, I heard the sound of "bang, boom, boom" continuously, but the tomb could not resist this terrifying energy and collapsed instantly.

At the moment the tomb collapsed, I held Wu Sheng and flew out of the tomb at an extremely fast speed.

And almost at the moment I flew out, I heard a "bang" explosion, but the ground sank, and a series of miserable roars rang out in the tomb.

"What a strong force! This sword should definitely kill the butcher, right?"

I took a deep breath, then put Wu Sheng on the ground and began to check his injuries.

"Is the wound so serious?"

When I saw the wound on Wu Sheng's back, I was immediately shocked.

In fact, the wound on Wu Sheng's back was too horrible. The wound extended from his left shoulder to his lower back, and the cut was very deep. The white bones could be seen between the skin and flesh.

Blood was gushing out of the wound like a spring. Wu Sheng's clothes were soaked with blood and turned blood red. Wu Sheng's face was pale and his eyes were closed. It was obvious that he had fainted due to excessive blood loss.

"Old Wu!" I called Mr. Wu twice, but there was no response.

I rolled over Mr. Wu and finally found a small porcelain bottle in his pocket.

Mr. Wu was from the action team, and the members of the action team all had the habit of carrying trauma medicine with them. At this moment, when I found the small porcelain bottle, I opened it directly and smeared all the powder inside on Mr. Wu's back.

But it was useless. The wound was too big, and the effect of ordinary trauma medicine was minimal, even negligible.

"Fuck it!" I gritted my teeth and cursed, and finally, I suddenly looked at my wrist.

"After practicing with Chu Jiu, my body's self-healing ability has also been greatly improved. Will my blood... be useful to Mr. Wu?"

At this point, I have to give it a try regardless of whether it is useful or not.

I pulled out the Soul-Severing Knife and cut open the flesh with one cut. Instantly, blood gushed out. I aimed at Mr. Wu's back and let the blood spurt all over the wound on his back.

Until the blood cleaned all the wounds on Mr. Wu's back, the knife wound on my wrist gradually scabbed and stopped bleeding.

"The bleeding has stopped!" My eyes suddenly lit up, and I saw that the wound on Mr. Wu's back was no longer bleeding, and his originally rapid breathing became steady at this time.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, Mr. Wu's body trembled and he groaned. I quickly turned him over and called out, "Old Wu?"

"Stop calling, I'm not dead yet." Mr. Wu opened his eyes faintly, then he hissed and took a breath of cool air, and cursed, "Damn it, it hurts so much!"

I was relieved to see Mr. Wu wake up, but Mr. Wu asked, "Where is Mao Buhui?"

"Still down there." After I said that, I turned around and looked into the tomb.

But the tomb was dark and filled with smoke and dust. Not to mention people, I couldn't even see a ghost.

"Qian Yu, I may not be able to accompany you into the ancient tomb." Wu Sheng shook his head with a look of disappointment. Seeing this, I patted Wu Sheng's shoulder and said, "I'll take you out later." At

this time, I heard an angry roar from the tomb.

"Boy, wait, if I don't kill you, I will kill you for nothing for the past few decades!"

As the angry roar fell, I saw endless blood mist extending from the tomb, and then a figure flashed and instantly plunged into the blood mist.

"It's the butcher. The sword can't even kill him?" My heart shuddered.

At this moment, I saw a flash of blood mist, and then, it actually wrapped up the butcher and fled away quickly.

"Damn it, you run fast!" Mao Buhui's voice rang out, and then, I saw Mao Buhui's figure flash, and he rushed out of the ancient tomb in an instant.

However, he was cursing just now, but after the butcher fled away, his legs softened and he sat directly on the ground.

"Damn it, I can't do it anymore. It's all because this old guy was scared away. If I keep fighting, I'll be exposed!" Mao Buhui lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, panting and saying.