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Zhao Shitu returned to the ancient tomb.

He just escaped from the dark and dark underground, but now he has to plunge back.

When he came out, the injury on his shoulder was not that serious, but now, the wound was bleeding profusely, his entire arm was red, and the original white of the sleeve was no longer visible.

A person who would do such a thing is really a fool, and he himself felt so, so he smiled self-deprecatingly.

He went back to the darkness, because there was another idiot in the darkness, and he wanted to rescue that idiot, and compare with him who was more idiot.

Although he is stupid, although he bleeds a lot, his ability to know the way is still there. With the experience of the previous experience, he has already grasped the structure of the gate of life and the gate of death clearly, even without Luo Huan's guidance. will get lost again.Therefore, he quickly approached the place where Shangguan Qing was stranded.

He could feel that Shangguan Qing was still there.

It wasn't through sound. Unlike the situation outside the ancient tomb, there was no fierce fighting sound in the corridor, but it was surprisingly quiet.

But he could feel the murderous aura, a powerful force flowing in the deep underground, without sound or shape, but darker than anything tangible, it made him almost breathless.

A master's fight does not rely on repeated confrontation, but on instantaneous murderous aura.

Murderous aura spread, Shangguanqing was breathing in a low voice, the tip of the horse's head cut knife was less than half an inch away from his throat, as sharp as a light.

Just half an inch is enough to cut this warm throat and release the scorching blood. The blood must be very hot and fresh.

But Shangguan Qing's saber was in front of his throat, with the blade against the opponent's point, Ma Tou Zhan had poured all his internal energy into the blade, but he couldn't advance half an inch.

Ma Touzhan is very angry. His temper is already very bad, like a raging fire. He never restrains his anger, just like never restraining his own knife. There is only one way to make him strong, that is never convergence.Now, Shangguanqing's resistance is like adding fuel to the flames, the blood all over his body is screaming and boiling, and even crawled into his eyes, dyeing the pupils blood red.

His voice was as sharp as his knife: "Where did you steal the Rakshasa Kungfu from?"

Shangguan Qing said: "I have already said, an old book in the old study at home."

Ma Touzhan asked again: "Where did you get that book?"

Shangguan Qing said: "I also want to know the answer."

Ma Touzhan squinted his bloodshot eyes and looked at him: "Could it be that you are really not pretending to be stupid?"

Shangguan said emotionally: "No." His tone was as lacking as his expression, like a lake covered with ice.

Ma Touzhan was silent for a moment, his blood-red eyes suddenly looked away, and shouted: "Who!"

Shangguan Qing was also surprised and said: "Boss Zhao, why did you come back?"

"Do you need to ask, of course I'm here to save you." Zhao Shitu had already stopped beside him.

Shangguan Qing was stunned for a moment, but Ma Touzhan looked up and laughed loudly as if he had heard a big joke: "You are Zhao Biaotou? Do you really think you can save people? Just now when you caught the random arrows , you exposed at least eight flaws, and I can cut your throat in one move."

Zhao Shitu was speechless. When he caught the random arrows just now, he had indeed exerted all his strength. The other party's contemptuous words sounded somewhat harsh.With an idea, he raised his hand and pointed to his side: "You first ask him if he will let you go."

Ma Tau Zhan suddenly turned the blade, stabbing like Zhao Shitu's eyebrows, his saber technique is superb, the saber is like an extension of an arm, ghostly and unpredictable, with many changes.

But Shangguan Qing's blade lay across his trajectory again, and he was as firm as a rock, firmly blocking the blow back.

Ma Tou Zhan was so angry that his shoulders trembled, he sneered and said, "Interesting, so you really want to protect him?"

Before Shangguan Qing opened his mouth, Zhao Shitu answered for him: "If you think that knives exist only for killing people, then you are very wrong. He is different from you. He doesn't like killing people, let alone watching his friends get killed."

Ma Touzhan ignored Zhao Shitu's provocation, and only said affectionately to Shangguan: "You have such a knife and such martial arts, but you have such a friend, it is really a big joke."

Zhao Shitu curled his lips and said: "He just happened to learn the same martial arts as you, so he may not have the same idea as you. Does anyone who eats buns in the world grow up to be fat?"

Ma Tou Zhan said: "There can only be one person in the world who knows Rakshasa Kung Fu. If it is an apprentice, then he will kill his master, and then wait to be killed by the next apprentice, without exception."

Zhao Shitu wondered: "What kind of weird sect are you guys with such weird rules?"

Ma Touzhan finally glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said with a sneer, "I don't waste time talking with dead people."

His tone suddenly became extremely fierce, and Zhao Shitu couldn't help trembling, but he quickly calmed down and smiled hypocritically: "It's fine if you don't say anything. If there is only one person in a sect, why don't you be suffocated to death? I'm not interested in martial art at all. Shangguan, let's go."

Shangguanqing didn't leave, he didn't even move a bit, his eyes were fixed on the enemy.

Ma Touzhan also stared at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are interested."

Shangguanqing didn't refute, so he went on to say: "It's not good to be backlashed by your own qi, is it? Haven't you thought about why you have worked hard for many years and endured countless sufferings, but you still can't reach the good state? Aren't you afraid that you'll never reach the highest level because you're just going in the wrong direction."

Shangguanqing still didn't make a sound, but Zhao Shitu saw waves in his eyes, as if there was a crack in the solid ice, and the emotion rushing underwater was something he had never seen before.Raging like a tide, clamoring to burst out of the crack.

Zhao Shitu urged: "Shangguan, don't listen to his nonsense, this ancient tomb is about to collapse, you come out with me quickly."

Shangguan still didn't move.

Zhao Shitu felt more irritable than ever. He wanted to pat Shangguanqing on the shoulder, but he found it difficult to lift his left hand.

The underground air was too dull, and his vision was somewhat blurred. The taciturn young man in front of him seemed to have become a complete stranger.

In the past, Zhao Shitu always thought that he knew more about Shangguan's feelings than others, but now that he thought about it, maybe he was just being self-indulgent, and it was a mistake to leave this person in the escort agency.With his skill, he could have followed the richest club and lived the most glorious life; with his spirit, he could have pursued the most extreme martial arts and become the top master.Such a person should have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, but I can't give him anything, except for a dilapidated courtyard and a dusty dart flag.

All the way up to this point, the number of times that disasters have turned into good fortunes is countless, but Zhao Shitu tasted the taste of despair for the first time.

Ma Touzhan squinted his eyes, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the reaction of the two of them.His knife can cut people's throats and destroy people's beliefs. He knows that beliefs are more fragile than throats, and the despair gushing out after the collapse of beliefs is hotter and fresher than the hottest blood.

Every time he drank such sweet rain, he was one step closer to being a ghost Rakshasa through and through.

His anger also turned into joy, and his ferocious face became even more distorted. He said to Shangguan, "If you want to practice Rakshasa Kung Fu, there is only one way, and that is to kill me. If you can kill me, No one in the world can beat you."

Shangguan Qing finally spoke, but his voice was unprecedentedly gloomy: "Who are you? What is the origin of Rakshasa Kung Fu?"

Ma Touzhan said: "As expected, you don't know anything. Since you are indeed called my senior brother, in the name of the same sect, I might as well give you a chance to kill him, and I will tell you."

who is he?Who else?The point of sight is exactly the direction of Zhao Shitu.

Both were startled.

He went on to say: "This person is full of benevolence, righteousness and loyalty, and he has the inner strength of Buddhism, but he still thinks he is your friend. Do you know that the way of Buddhism and the way of ghosts have always been in opposite directions."

At this time, there was a dull impact sound from the end of the corridor, one after another.Zhao Shitu thought of the crisis in Zhenlongshi, and thought that Brother Li was still outside, so he said anxiously: "Shangguan, it's almost too late."

Ma Tou Zhan seemed to be a little impatient, and urged: "If you go in the wrong direction, don't blame me for not reminding you. You are not the only one who wants to practice Rakshasa Kungfu."

Shangguanqing finally acted.

He lifted the knife, turned around slowly, and put the blade on Zhao Shitu's neck.

The bluish-white knife edge was shining brightly, and he was sleeping in the black scabbard, as if to save the brilliance.The light was reflected in Zhao Shitu's blurred vision, reminding him of the Xinghui he had seen in the ruined temple.

The starlight all over the sky poured down and landed on the thin and narrow blade, so the knife finally woke up in the darkness.

Zhao Shitu stared at its owner intently, and asked, "Shangguan, are you...really going to kill me?"