Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

"This sword is a pollutant that has not yet fully awakened. The sword is the carrier of this pollutant. The sword body is neither gold nor iron, nor any metal we know, because it itself is part of the pollutant, so I Being able to use it to hurt those things, of course, there is a price for using this thing.”

I don't know if it was because of the pig's trotters just now, but the young man Xu Zhou made an exception and gave some more information.

"What price?"

"my life."

After saying that, Xu Zhou walked toward the darkness with his sword. He also wanted to find a way to leave.

contaminants.

Wu Chong silently remembered the words of the young man in front of him.

Xu Zhou suddenly stopped after taking two steps. The giant sword in his hand curved strangely like a tongue. The hilt turned into black mud and blended into his arm bit by bit. Connected into one.

Suddenly, there was a coughing sound inside the inn.

"Ahem!"

The inn is getting darker. This darkness is not a problem of light, but an invisible force at work.

Faintly, Wu Chong and the others saw a stooped old man holding a kerosene lamp and coughing, walking in this direction.

This person is wearing coarse linen clothes, with a pleated face and half-closed eyelids. I didn’t notice it when I looked at it before. Now I look carefully and find that the left side of this person’s face is actually blue. This color is very similar to that of a suffocated corpse. The right side is It looks a little more normal, but there are also problems. The entire facial features are as if they were put together temporarily. At first glance, it seems like nothing, but when you take a closer look, it makes your scalp numb, because this is not the face that a normal person should have at all. Especially the chest, which was completely a hole, where the dried black blood had solidified, exuding a pungent stench.

Seeing this scene, Wu Chong and the others felt chills in their hearts.

Before, they thought this thing was the innkeeper, so they checked in. But now it seems that this thing is not a human at all.

As the old shopkeeper approached, the area illuminated by the oil lamp became clearer. A closer look revealed that the ground under the old shopkeeper's feet was the same color as the coffin boards. It was decayed and stinky, and the tables, chairs and benches next to it had also turned into tombstones. Paper figurines and stuff like that.

"Is this a real scene?"

Er Mazi trembled for a while and had doubts about the world.

"This isn't a fucking inn at all, it's just a cemetery!"

They are all bandits who do business without capital. Such people are scared to the point of doubting their lives. Wu Chong is not much better. He can only hold the big knife tightly in his hand. This thing does not give him any sense of security. .

"Brother."

The fourth bandit gathered the two living people together, and after running for a long time, he finally found out that he couldn't get out of this place blindly. But he didn't expect to see such an exciting scene when he came over, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Be quiet and don't attract its attention."

Before Wu Chong could speak, Xu Zhou interrupted the bandit's fourth voice. The strange sword in his hand became even more twisted, and the eyes on it were moving around irregularly. This was a sign that the strange sword was about to wake up. For Xu Zhou, this thing is also a fatal thing. The more he uses it, the faster he will die, but it doesn't work if he doesn't use it.

The old shopkeeper, holding an oil lamp, slowly approached. The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer. He was only one table away from Wu Chong and the others.

The old shopkeeper was walking on the road to the inn, and Wu Chong and the others were sitting where the guests were eating. From such a close distance, Wu Chong and the others could even smell the body odor emanating from the old shopkeeper, as if he had been buried for more than half a year. Like a living corpse crawling out of a grave.

Cold sweat flowed down their foreheads, and everyone seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, breathing softly.

"Boss!! My hand."

Suddenly, a bandit closest to the aisle made a fearful sound. His hands withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye. First they became old, then developed age spots, and finally began to decay like dead branches. This weird power spread quickly, from the palms to the arms, and then to the whole body.

"save"

The bandit fell down before he even finished speaking. When he hit the ground, his whole body turned into ashes and hit the ground.

"It found us!"

"run!"

Wu Chong was the first to run away. He didn't know if Xu Zhou could deal with this monster, and he didn't intend to rely on him. He never liked to put his life on others.

As soon as Wu Chong ran away, the remaining Er Mazi, the Bandit Fourth and others all ran away with him.

"erosion?!"

"Monsters of this level have appeared, and the world is really going to end."

Xu Zhou also discovered the problem, but he had no way to run because the old shopkeeper suddenly stopped and raised his head to stare at him.

Being targeted!

The strange sword spread quickly, the strange color covered his entire arm, and the black power spread to his chest.

There were more and more eyes on the sword, and each one was scarlet and dazzling. On the contrary, Xu Zhou's body temperature dropped rapidly, and he was no longer in the category of a normal person.

This is the price of using this power. The 'pollutants' will continue to deprive the user of their lifespan. This deprivation is like a vampire, slowly draining away the user's soul. It's more of a curse than a strength.

"We can only restrict him first. As long as we find the core, we will have a chance!"

Xu Zhou rushed out suddenly, raising the strange sword in his hand. There were no fancy moves, it was just the simplest 'Split Huashan with force'.

The monster that transformed into the old shopkeeper obviously had no sense of danger, or in other words, in the eyes of this kind of monster, there was no such thing as dodge, so Xu Zhou's attack accurately hit the opponent's forehead.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, the strange sword struck hard and cut off half of the opponent's head.

The remaining blade of the sword was stuck in his skull, and the eyes on the sword's outer body twisted rapidly. Xu Zhou, who was already in a bad state, turned pale again, and the black part of the sword hilt spread again, this time directly to his waist and abdomen, and his upper body also spread to his chin.

Xu Zhou's sword is a half-finished piece of contamination.

This sword is not so much a sword as it is a tongue, a strange tongue. The eyeballs on the sword are the fleshy thorns on the tongue coating. It's just that things like 'pollutants' are not normal creatures, so they grow into eyeballs. look.

The old shopkeeper holding the oil lamp stopped. The attack of the strange sword was still useful to him.

"Stay there!"

Xu Zhou never thought about killing the other party. In fact, there was no possibility of killing him.

Night demons and the like can still struggle for a while, but forget about pollutants.

Normally, if his attack works, the power of the strange sword and the old shopkeeper will react. The conflict between the two forces will have a short-term 'immobilization' effect. In the past, Xu Zhou relied on this power when encountering evil objects. Escaped.

However, the time of being frozen was shorter than Xu Zhou imagined. The old shopkeeper who had been frozen suddenly moved, and the oil lamp in his hand swayed.

"The real pollutant... is the oil lamp?!"