Chapter 75 Claw Mark Beast Head Card

Chi!

Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a pain in his chest, as if a weapon had pierced his chest!

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

He stared intently at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man in front of him was holding a bottle of body quenching fluid with both hands, but there was nothing in his hands?

what happened? what's up!

Blood flowed out from his chest, was absorbed by the invisible sword, and dyed half of the sword tip red: "What is this?"

The long-armed man raised his long arms angrily, his eyes full of cruelty. Even if he died, he would drag Song Shuhang with him to the underworld.

However, his arm was only raised halfway before hanging down feebly. He felt weak all over, and all his blood and strength had been sucked away by this invisible sword.

At the same time, thousands of bald monks in his mind kept chanting scriptures: "There is no dust in the sea of ​​suffering, turn around and find the shore; put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately!"

What an annoyance!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath, pulled out the black flying sword with all his strength, and replied: "Flying Sword."

Fortunately, Master Tongxuan's flying sword has not been sent back yet.

This flying sword can only be seen by the pharmacist and himself who have obtained the consent of Master Tongxuan. In the eyes of others, this flying sword is an invisible and insensible existence.

Of course, if the opponent's strength is much higher than Master Tongxuan, it's a different story.

From the moment they met, Song Shuhang had been holding this flying sword in his hand. I wanted to wait for the long-armed man to get closer and look for an opportunity to stab him.

But Song Shuhang didn't expect that the other party would actually bump into him with a heroic posture. The only thing Song Shuhang had to do was to slightly adjust the position of the sword tip and aim it at the long-armed man's heart.

Then, with a chirping sound, the other party's heart was pierced.

So simple, a real effort.

Even the stink pills are saved!

Flying sword?

The long-armed man opened his mouth.

Two words came out of his mouth with difficulty: "Seize the body?"

He has a complete mortal life, and his cultivation is at the level of a mortal. But there are body-tempering fluids, flying swords, the identity of the 'senior' that even the altar owners would be wary of, and only the legendary and terrifying monks who can use the method of seizing bodies when their lifespan is about to expire, right? But isn’t that method of seizing a body just a legend?

Song Shuhang ignored what the long-armed man was saying. He raised the black flying sword, and the faint smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Even if he had realized his consciousness, the smell of blood still made Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable - after all, he was not a murderous demon! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college student.

Take a deep breath, and the true self from the "True Self Meditation Sutra" emerges in your mind, suppress your body, and calm yourself down.

"Do you have any last words?" Song Shuhang asked.

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

With that said, Shuhang's flying sword was raised again, and he beheaded with one strike.

The long-armed man died with his eyes open, his head was in a different place, and his remaining body fell to the ground. Moreover, not a trace of blood flowed from the wound.

Master Tongxuan's flying sword is no ordinary sword. Killing without blood is its basic attribute.

"Well, I just said it smoothly, but actually I'm not going to listen to your last words."

Song Shuhang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly and became a little weak, but he gradually regained his composure.

This was his first time to kill an animal. Before that, he had never killed a chicken: "This is my enlightenment."

A must-have awareness.

The long-armed man was the first person to die at his hands, but he wouldn't be the last.

If possible, he actually wanted to capture the long-armed man alive and find out from him where the 'Altar Master' was hidden. Unfortunately, his own strength was insufficient, and the opponent was a monk who had opened his eyes and nose. He was not confident that he could subdue such an opponent.

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

The "True Self Meditation Sutra" is still running in my mind, allowing me to remain calm even in the face of a headless corpse.

Holding the black flying sword in one hand, Song Shuhang cautiously stepped forward and searched the long-armed man.

The other party doesn't have much with him.

A bottle of pungent potion should be the corpse liquid.

Three handleless blades.

There is also a sign with an animal head engraved with three claw marks. It should represent the identity or organization of the long-armed man, right? Perhaps this is a clue available.

Finally, there were thousands of cash notes and Zhao Yaya’s mobile phone.

As a monk who has opened his eyes and nose, this guy can be poor.

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

A pungent smell emerged, and the long-armed man's bones and some of his clothes seemed to have been evaporated, completely disappearing from the world.

"Is it a treasure?" Song Shuhang put away the corpse-transforming liquid.

The corrosion effect is amazing, even the body of a first-grade monk can melt quickly. Although it is a corpse, it cannot mobilize the energy and blood in the body to resist.

But as long as it is used well, it can be a murderous weapon, right?

Finally, Song Shuhang poured some corpse liquid into the remaining clothes of the other party. The last traces of the long-armed man's presence in the world were wiped away.

After making sure that no other traces were left, Song Shuhang carried Zhao Yaya on his back and rushed to where the pharmacist was.

Zhao Yaya had been unconscious. He was a little worried whether the long-armed man had used poison or something, so it would be better to take him to the pharmacist for a check.

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…

About three or four minutes later.

Zhao Yaya felt pain in the back of her neck, as if she had a stiff neck.

And why was the bed shaking constantly? She moaned dissatisfiedly, expressing her resistance.

But the bed vibrated even more powerfully!

Bastard, why don't you let me sleep well?

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

Oh, my God, what is going on?

She was startled, and her sleepiness was sent thousands of miles away.

Could it be that who kidnapped her?

Fortunately, she soon discovered that the man carrying her was a familiar person. Song Shuhang was so familiar with her that he would be able to figure out who the other person was if he sobered up a little.

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

"Eh? Sister, are you awake?" Song Shuhang stopped running and put her on the ground: "Do you feel okay? Is there anything uncomfortable in your body?"

Zhao Yaya frowned: "My body is fine, but I feel a little pain in the back of my neck. Also, why am I here?"

"Sister, you still ask me why I'm here? Didn't you call me here? Then I rushed to the scene and found you lying on a chair on the roadside, fast asleep. No, I was preparing I'll find you a place to stay for the night." Song Shuhang stared at Zhao Yaya with a sincere expression.

He didn't lie, it was indeed 'Zhao Yaya' who called him out; Zhao Yaya was indeed 'sleeping' soundly; he was about to take her to find a place to sleep for the night.

"..." Zhao Yaya stared at Shuhang for a long time and found that he didn't lie at all.

She thought about it carefully, but her memory was blurry. I vaguely remember that she went out to have a few drinks with three good friends tonight, and then she should go back to her apartment?

Could it be that I drank too much? But I just had four drinks with my friends today. How could I drink too much?

Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples with a distressed look on her face.

"Sister, how about I take you to the hospital for a checkup?" Song Shuhang asked worriedly.

"No need, except for the stiffness in my neck, everything else is fine. Please accompany me back. You should be fine after a night's rest." Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a bit like a knife on the back of her neck. Like, raw pain. Other than that, I have no physical discomfort.

After all, I am a medical student, so I can generally guess whether there is something wrong with my body.

"Then I'll accompany you back." Song Shuhang smiled.

Zhao Yaya only felt that Song Shuhang's smile at this time was warm, giving people a very reliable feeling: "Shuhang, I haven't seen you for a day, your kid suddenly seems to have grown up a lot?"

"Really? Is it your imagination?" Song Shuhang said calmly - has it changed? From the moment he raised his hand and swung his sword to chop off the head of the long-armed man, his soul underwent a transformation.