After the immortal disappeared

But two short arrows shot out from the cabinet, piercing his waist with two whizzing sounds. After the trap technique is activated, the short crossbow machine will also operate accordingly, hurting people with hidden arrows.

He Lingchuan had already mastered this set of trap techniques when he was on a mission to hunt monsters on the Chipa Plateau, and could make them according to local conditions.

Another dark figure rolled in outside the window, it was Fu Shanyue.

He glanced around and stepped forward to set up his companion.

Just as he was about to jump out of the window, a warning signal suddenly occurred in his heart, and the movement of jumping out suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, an inconspicuous blade of light passed silently against the window, making his scalp numb.

If he hadn't stopped, he would have been struck by the sword.

A third person jumped out of the window, as smoothly as leaves blown by the wind, and even paused slightly in mid-air.

Fushan felt more and more like he was facing a formidable enemy. As soon as he pushed his companion away, he saw the light of a bright sword coming suddenly, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Fu Sheng Dao finally showed his true face.

This sword was so fierce and undercurrent that Fu Shanyue did not dare to take it head-on. He moved several times in the dark room to avoid its sharp edge.

There was a flash of swords and swords in the dark room.

Both sides moved so fast that Fu Shanyue's men could hardly see clearly.

The two finally met.

"You're already here, why don't you sit down for a while?" He Lingchuan said while fighting, "It seems that I am not treating guests well."

If Fu Shanyue counterattacks, he will be sure to hit the snake with the stick, and the "wave chop" has always been very powerful. But this guy seems to be very knowledgeable and can only retreat but not advance.

When He Lingchuan learned the sword at the Xiabei frontline camp, he could already cut seven raindrops in a row with one sword. After the Imperial Liquid Serum helped open up the second dantian, its speed and strength were even more unmatched than before.

But Fu Shanyue is like a loach, always running away when the opportunity is tight.

Such nimble opponents can only be compared to those specific Jindu ghost cubs in the Panlong Dream.

But there is only so much room in the house, and if you give in blindly, you will definitely lose.

Fu Shanyue chuckled: "Okay, guests can do as they please." He raised his hand and released two arrows from his sleeves.

This thing doesn't require lifting your elbow, just a flip of your wrist, and the sleeve arrow will go straight to He Lingchuan's eyes. The arrowhead is still a little blue, obviously what is quenched on it is not a good thing.

The distance between the two sides was always less than three feet. His sleeve arrows were also made with skillful hands. They were powerful and short in length, which was perfect for plotting and wounding people at short distances.

He Lingchuan had no time to block it with his sword, so he had to turn his head to avoid it.

When he was fighting Jindu Yaogei in the Flesh and Flesh Fortress, he was sprayed with poisonous saliva at such a close range, which blinded one of his eyes.

Since then, he has been wary of close combat.

After all, if you fail in a dream and wake up, it's fine. In reality, if you're blinded or have your skull penetrated, there's no chance of a comeback.

After his offensive, Fu Shanyue had an opportunity and quickly snapped his fingers.

With a snap, the oil lamp on the cabinet behind him came on.

The oil lamp was originally placed on the table, but when He Lingchuan was setting up the trap, he moved it to the chest of drawers, just level with his eyes.

The light from the oil lamp was not dazzling and would not attract the attention of the policeman on the street.

However, light and shadow accompany each other. Where there is light, there is shadow.

He Lingchuan was facing the oil lamp, and his shadow naturally fell on the wall behind him.

After avoiding the hidden arrow, he drew the sword again, but halfway up his arm, it suddenly got stuck.

It was as if someone had grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Diagonally behind the room, Fu Shanyue's injured companion shouted urgently: "Hurry up!"

He had moved to the wall, hugging He Lingchuan's shadow with both hands, and kept pulling back.

If you look closely, you will find that his two forearms are like thin vines wrapped around them. Each vine emits a faint black light and is stuck in the shadow of He Lingchuan.

This kind of partial magical power is called shadow binding. It controls the figure of a person and then limits the movement of the deity.

How could Fu Shanyue be polite? He raised his water thorn and poked He Lingchuan in the eye, intending to hit him forward and then out.

The thorn tip hit the cornea in almost the blink of an eye, and even He Lingchuan felt sharp pain in the back of his head.

That was his spiritual sense giving a crazy warning.

Fushan Yue also raised his speed to the limit. With long nights and many dreams, he had to win as soon as possible.

He Lingchuan did not blink.

The speed of his arms was limited, but his fingertips were blocked by the shadow of his body, so they were still flexible. He raised them up and said, "Now."

With a "clang" sound, Fu Shanyue's water-dividing stab hit the real thing.

A round shield appeared out of thin air.

The tip of the thorn was deflected by the flick, and Fu Shanyue himself groaned, obviously suffering from the force of the shock. But the round shield was also swung away, and he still rushed towards He Lingchuan.

At this time, he simply used his old skills and suddenly opened his mouth to bite the opponent's neck, and his neat white teeth instantly turned into sharp teeth.

A python monster that is several feet long is not enough for him to suck. How can a mere human being take care of it?

He Lingchuan's body was restricted, but his mouth was very free. He immediately lifted up his true power and blew a deep breath. With a breath, the air wave instantly rolled up to the chest of drawers.

The oil lamp went out in response.

Without light there is no shadow.

This is not a great countermeasure, but he figured out the solution in the blink of an eye, and his reaction is extremely fast.

He Lingchuan's hands were free, and he didn't have time to counterattack. He directly punched Fu Shanyue in the chest and abdomen with an uppercut.

Although it was rushed, the real power surged and the supply was not bad at all.

The black thorn ring on his finger was obtained from a traitor. It not only strengthens the owner's strength, but can also apply poison to the opponent's wounds. It is a good tool for assassinating people.

With a muffled bang, Fu Shanyue penetrated the wall and flew backwards.

Behind is the courtyard of the guest room.

He Lingchuan hurried out two steps, his neck felt cold.

He reached out and touched it, and there was blood, which was dark in color.

The neck was not bitten by Fu Shanyue's fangs, but was scratched by its sharp claws, narrowly missing the carotid artery.

After all, it's a little bit worse.

There was corpse poison hidden in the tip of his claws. He Lingchuan quickly swallowed a pill and used his true strength to force out the remaining blood from the wound.

When he touched it again, the blood that flowed out turned bright red, and he felt relieved.

Fortunately it was handled promptly.

These few actions only delayed him for six or seven seconds, and he kept staring ahead.

Then, He Lingchuan walked out through the hole in the wall.

Fu Shanyue broke a small tree in the courtyard and shook his head before getting up. The brick wall of the guest room he had just broken was of good quality.

Seeing He Lingchuan coming out with a knife, Fu Shanyue waved at him repeatedly: "Stop, no more fighting!"

Seeing He Lingchuan's blade move, he quickly said: "I'm serious. I just tried to test your quality, it's harmless. I don't have any killing intention, you should feel it."

The opponent had never made a move before, so he was defeated four times: once by Sanxin Lake, once in Fufeng City, and twice at Feng Mo Rock.

Fushan became angry the more he thought about it, he had to see the real deal this time, otherwise he would not be able to calm down.

He Lingchuan didn't seem surprised: "How did it go?"

He ran away mid-conversation at Feng Mo Mountain, expecting that this guy would definitely follow him.

The more Fushan is an opportunist, he will try his hand at taking a shot if there are dates or not.

As expected.

But this guy's body is really strong, and he can punch him as if nothing happened.

"Not weak, qualified to take away spiritual seeds."

He Lingchuan said calmly: "What kind of spirit?"

"It's nothing. I made a mistake. I don't know what a spiritual seed is." Fushan Yue laughed, "It's hard for us to deal with each other, and we don't have any mortal hatred. How about making peace?"

He Lingchuan pointed back at the big hole in the wall of the guest room: "You must be sincere when making peace."

He knew very well that Fu Shanyue was also here to show off tonight, to avenge the losses he suffered a few times before. Now I want to make peace, but I just feel that He Lingchuan's idea is really intrusive and the cost of killing him is too high.

If he thought He Lingchuan was weak and could be manipulated, he definitely wouldn't look like this.

Whether to make friends or to kill, ultimately depends on strength.

Fushan Yue waved his hand and threw over a large silver ingot: "I smashed it out, and I guarantee repairs."

Sure enough, there were footsteps outside, and soon someone knocked on the door: "Guest, what happened inside?"

In the dead of night, when the wall panels were smashed through with a loud bang, no store owner could pretend that they couldn't hear it.

He Lingshan took the large silver ingot that Fu Shanyue had thrown in, randomly pinched off half of it and threw it out of the wall: "It's a small matter, I smashed a flowerpot, you guys can clean it up tomorrow."

Smashing the flowerpot and smashing the wall were two different things. The shopkeeper outside the door also knew that he was cheating, but the quality of the money he threw out was real, and it was more than enough to rebuild the wall.

Whatever is left is his reward.

So the shopkeeper said, "Then you should go to bed early" and ran away.

Not long after, Mr. Shi Er, who was alarmed, also came to ask for help. If he and He Lingchuan set out from Fu State with the intention of mutual benefit, now he has regarded Mr. He as a lucky baby and never wants anything to happen to him.

He Lingchuan still dismissed him with a few words, but this time without any money.

Fu Shanyue walked through the big hole in the wall, and Shi Shiran walked into the room.

When he passed by He Lingchuan, both of them raised their strength and were on guard, but the smiles on their faces were gentler than the spring breeze.

Fu Shanyue walked to the corner of the room, helped his subordinate sit up, and said to He Lingchuan, "How did you know I would come?"

All the facilities and arrangements in the house were given to him as gifts.

He Lingchuan said calmly: "You don't know how to accept it when it's good."

These words really hit the mark of his character. Fu Shanyue choked up: "We don't know each other without fighting. Let me introduce you again. My name is Fu Shanyue, from Chiyan country."

"He Xiao, from Fu country."

Fu Shanyue was a little surprised: "There is a person like you in this small country?"

He touched his nose: "I heard that you have been walking with King Baoshu's escort team these days and getting along very well. Those idiots, haha, don't know that it was you who helped Feng Mo escape and killed the captain. They were driven away like wild dogs and ran for their lives, and thousands of them died.”

There were only 300 people in the escort, and most of the dead that day were merchants and travelers.

If the wind demon is suppressed by the root ball, there will definitely not be corpses everywhere.

Want to blame him? He Lingchuan didn't even blink: "I don't know what you are talking about. Didn't you release the wind demon?"

Fu Shanyue shrugged. The kid in front of me is also quite ruthless and has no psychological burden.

He Lingchuan found a chair and sat down opposite him: "You guys were looking through the window late at night, so you were looking for me to talk about home affairs, right?"

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