Chapter 13: The Two Instruments Piercing the Heavens Sword (Rushed to the fifth, beautiful)

  "You——!"

  Everything happened too quickly, so fast that the old man couldn't react at all. From being surrounded by the crowd to being killed by this young man, it was all over in less than a breath. The dozens of elite members of the Black Dragon Association didn't even have the strength to resist.

  This shows that the young man in front of him made a sudden move, and on the other hand, it also shows that his skills are extremely high. Even without a sneak attack, I'm afraid that these subordinates of mine wouldn't be able to withstand his hands for long. With such speed, his cultivation is at least above sixth grade.

  Looking at the handsome and evil young face in front of him, the old man's mind turned over and over, racking his brains, but couldn't think of how this great Jin Dynasty's Yunzhou had produced such a young master.

  "Even if you want to kill me, let me understand that I am dying at whose hands? As for the practice method of Qī Shā Tōng Tiān Jiàn, do you think I will give it to you obediently?"

  He had been wandering the world for decades, what kind of wind and waves hadn't he seen? Looking at this young man's methods, today he himself was out of luck. He simply lay down on the ground, secretly circulating his internal energy, preparing to cut off his own pulse. Who knew that the little internal energy left in his body had not been circulated yet, a single strand of finger wind had already reached his chest, and afterwards, he felt a numbness in his chest, his whole body was soft and weak. Not to mention circulating internal energy to cut off his pulse, even if he wanted to use his teeth to bite off his tongue, he didn't have the strength to do so.

  "Don't think about committing suicide, in front of me, you don't have the chance to commit suicide!" The young man squatted beside him, slowly getting closer, word by word, a pair of dark pupils flashing with cruel and unpredictable light. "Your behavior makes me very dissatisfied, so I want to give you a taste of something fierce first, and then force you to answer my questions!"

  After finishing, his fingers lightly touched the old man's forehead, and the old man's eyes suddenly opened wide, revealing an extremely desperate look. He wanted to scream but couldn't no matter how hard he tried. After a moment, his body began to twitch slightly, and as time passed, the twitching grew more intense. Every pore on his body started bleeding, and blood gushed out of all seven orifices on his face, far worse than the backlash from using the Two Instruments Heavenly Sword earlier.

  Young people pointed out after one, but also did not go to manage him, instead turned around and walked to the old single-eyed body that fell to the ground, leaving only a breath.

  The old man's eyes, devoid of energy, flipped over his eyelids, and with an extremely apathetic gaze, he looked at the young man for a moment. His gaze then shifted away, and in his view, he was doomed today. Whether it was the previous group or this person now, they were all coming for him. Now that he had exhausted himself, even if these people all left and only he remained with his last breath, he wouldn't be able to live much longer. Therefore, towards this last appearing guy, he didn't show any panic, but instead, a sense of detachment that saw through life and death emanated from him.

  "You damned wolf!" Feeling the gaze of the dying old man, the young man's eyes flickered for a moment, as if he had discovered a new continent. He squatted in front of the old man, rummaged through his body, and pulled out a crimson pill, which he stuffed into the old man's mouth. As soon as the crimson pill entered, it turned into a warm current that spread throughout the old man's meridians, beginning to heal the wounds he had suffered.

  The old man with one eye, who had been in despair, finally turned his head back, looking at the young man with some astonishment, a hint of incomprehension in his eyes.

  "Look at you, you should be possessed already, right? Except for not being able to speak, your spiritual intelligence is actually no different from ordinary people, isn't it?" The young man asked with a smile. "If you understand, nod your head. If you pretend not to understand, I'll nail you to that cliff and let you slowly bleed to death!"

  The words were spoken with a smile, but when they reached the old man's ears, he suddenly shuddered. Looking at the young man's icy gaze, which was completely opposite to his smile, a chill ran straight up to his forehead, and he hastily nodded in agreement.

  "It's fine if you understand, I'm different from them. I don't need your inner elixir or your flesh and blood essence. Your inner elixir and flesh and blood essence aren't of much use to me. However, the fact that you have the bloodline of a Hong Huang exotic beast flowing through your body is quite interesting. Although the bloodline is very diluted now and your strength is limited, your growth potential is enormous. As it happens, I'm also short of one spiritual beast. Are you willing to make a blood pact with me and serve me?"

  Spirit Beast? Blood Contract?

  Lao Du Yan didn't know what it was, but when he heard the two words, his body instinctively shrunk back, and a wave of discomfort spread all over him.

  But in this situation, there was no room for his resistance. The young man said "you can agree", but before the words were out of his mouth, he had cut his own finger with blood and drawn a mysterious symbol on Lao Du Yan's forehead, leaving him no chance to respond or resist.

  At the same time as the symbol was drawn well, a young man's fingertips dripped another drop of fresh blood, which fell onto the symbol.

  The symbol touched the blood and flashed a faint red glow, then disappeared as if it had seeped into Lao Du Yan's forehead. At the same time, Lao Du Yan felt something suddenly drilling into his consciousness, but when he tried to grasp it, there was nothing. Just then, a young man's voice echoed in his ears, "Very good, now get up!"

  "Get up?!"

  Although he had taken a strange pill that alleviated the injury of Lao Du Yan, his current physical condition made it difficult for him to stand up. Just as Lao Du Yan was about to refuse, he found that his body no longer listened to his commands and instead stood up at the young man's voice. Waves of intense pain invaded his nerves, but he could not resist.

  "Not bad, not bad!" Seeing Lao Du Yan stand up, the young man was even more satisfied. "I think you should have relied on your instincts to cultivate to this point, and only had a hint of shallow ancient beast bloodline. Cultivating to this point is already not bad, but if no one points it out, it's hard to go further. Since you've become my spiritual beast, I naturally won't mistreat you. I'll pass on the orthodox demonic beast cultivation method to help your cultivation!"

  The old lone eye seemed to understand what the man was saying, "Woo woo" called twice, walked in front of the young man, and the tail behind shook constantly, looking extremely well-behaved.

  The young man turned back and looked at the old man whose body was bent like a cooked shrimp, with white foam spouting from his mouth.

  "How's that? Should be about it, right? The cultivation method of this secret technique, are you willing to hand it over?"

  The old man nodded vigorously, now he was completely unable to control his body, and on top of that, he was still convulsing, making it even more difficult to make the nodding motion, if one wasn't careful, they might think his head was just convulsing out of inertia.

  "Are you nodding or shaking your head?!" The teasing voice of the young man echoed in his ears once again, and with great difficulty, he opened his eyes. The handsome youth before him now seemed like a bloodthirsty demon from the nine hells, so terrifying.

  They say humans are the cutting board and I'm the fish meat, or maybe it's just talking about his current situation?

  He used all his might, nodding vigorously, and in his eyes, a pleading expression appeared, he no longer sought to live, but only to die quickly.

  "It's like this, after all, it's made great progress compared to just now. It would have been better if it had been like this from the start, suffering less. But no, they had to puff out their chest and pretend to be heroes. Heroes in this world are not that easy to come by!"

  The young man chuckled lightly and shook his head, pointing his finger at his forehead once again. "Speak now!"

  The old man was panting heavily and didn't say a word, but instead made an effort to lift his right hand and point it at his own chest.

  The young man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and tore open his shirt, revealing the old man's robust chest muscles.

  "This is a good method!" Looking at the shallow mark on the old man's chest, the young man sneered and stretched out his hand to borrow it. With a light stroke, he drew a huge blood mouth on the mark, and then with a wave of his hand, a black scroll that was like silk but not silk, like paper but not paper, fell into his hands.

  He opened the scroll and glanced at it for a few moments. The young man's face changed greatly, and that seemingly eternal smile disappeared in an instant.

  "Two Instruments Connecting Heaven Sword, this isn't a secret technique, it's an extraordinary art! I've actually misjudged him!"

  With a flick of his hand, the old man had tucked the scroll into his sleeve. Then, with a light wave of his sleeve, the old man's body shot out dozens of feet away, crashing into a sharp rock and spewing out a mouthful of blood that landed heavily on the ground, bouncing once before falling silent.

  The young man didn't even glance back, and with a flick of his sleeve, he vanished into the distance like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, leaving behind only corpses and chaos.

  If Dog Egg were here and saw everything that just happened, he would definitely be shocked to open his mouth wide, because the young man's collection of Old Lonely Eye's methods clearly showed that this was not the martial arts world he had imagined, at least not a purely martial arts world.

  And what happened next proved this point.

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