[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

In the darkness, there was a chilling chill in the rustling sounds, and suddenly a bunch of open flames ignited, creating a circle of light and presenting the hellish scene in front of our eyes.

Shen Qi held the high-temperature flamethrower she used for forging in one hand, and looked at all kinds of poisonous scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes, poisonous toads, and the bones that had been swallowed up in the distant dark shadows, feeling very sad in her heart. miscellaneous.

Although it was her first time here, similar scenes left a deep memory on her.So when she glanced at the dark space in a trance, she subconsciously gave up fighting with Di Qinglin.

But after the mechanism above her head was completely closed, Shen Qi came back to her senses. There was no need for her to come down, she was no longer in the cultivation department, and there was no boy waiting for her to rescue.

When she was doing the task of cultivating the leader of the Demon Cult, the first time she met the target of the task was in the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave, the forbidden place of the Demon Cult, where poisonous fog lingers and poisonous insects are everywhere. If the child hadn’t been blowing it for three days Snake repelling song... Thinking of that pale and delicate face, Shen Qi softened her brows and eyes. She looked at the densely packed poisonous things in a radius of three feet, and saw that there were many poisonous snakes inside, she felt certain.

The flames were extinguished, reflecting the woman's blurred face, her red lips were slightly parted, and the next moment, a strange and beautiful syllable was spit out from her mouth.

The sound was not very pleasant, but it was like a spider spinning silk, silently paralyzing the prey with poison, making it stupefied.

The poisonous snakes in the poison swarm made a restless 'hissing' sound, and they circled out of it. Some of them formed a protective circle around her through the halo formed by the firelight, and some of them endured the fire brought by the high-temperature flamethrower. Pain approached her side, and then countless poisonous snakes circled to form a snake ladder nearly three feet high.

The surrounding walls are made of iron, smooth as a mirror, and Shen Qi hums a snake-driving song, watching the snakes circling and climbing up and down, knowing that the height should be the limit, she looks up. Looking at the darkness above, recalling the time it took for him to fall, it is estimated that the height of the top cap should be about six feet.

You can give it a try.

With the tune in her mouth incessantly, Shen Qi leaped forward, pulling the green onion from the dry land to a distance of two feet. At the same time, in order to prevent the snakes from being hurt, and also to relieve the force, she retracted the high-temperature flamethrower in her hand into the system.

The moment the flame disappeared, there was a commotion under her feet, but she was not worried because of the protection of the snakes. She stepped on the snake ladder lightly with her toes when she was about to lose her strength, and jumped three feet away with the help of her strength, and then spun Hanging upside down, he suddenly took out the flamethrower in his hand and turned on the maximum firepower at the ground.

The snake ladder collapsed in panic with hissing, and Shen Qi successfully reached the top with the recoil of the flamethrower. Because of her upside-down posture, her back and feet first stuck to the top wall, and the top wall was indeed icy cold Smooth, no leverage.

Her body was about to fall due to gravity, Shen Qi gritted her teeth and pulled out the long sword from her back, held the handle with her backhand, leaned forward and thrust backwards!

The tip of the sword froze slightly when it touched the wall, and then inserted nearly half of the sword body without any hindrance.

Shen Qi hung in the air by the hilt of the sword, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The quality of the sword given by my son is guaranteed.

She originally wanted to take out a high-temperature flamethrower to melt the iron sheet on the top of the wall, but suddenly realized that she only has one arm that can move now, and this arm is pulling the hilt of the sword at this moment...

The sound of the snake repelling song disappeared, listening to the turmoil of poisonous insects below her, she maintained a motionless posture, Shen Qi was expressionless.

Di Qinglin was in a good mood, although he still didn't know whether Peacock Ling was really in Shen Qi's hands, but it didn't matter, others would never know either.

He has always been a very fair man.

In the garden, in the kiosk.The elegant beauty holds the kettle high and scalds the tea leaves with boiling water. This action is called Baizhang Waterfall in tea art, and it is just the initial step of washing tea.

Di Qinglin sat in front of the pavilion, admiring the tea ceremony of the woman in front of him. A servant beside him approached quietly and whispered in his ear: "The man whom Lord Hou ordered not to stop has arrived in the backyard."

Di Qinglin raised a gentle smile: "After the victory, drinking tea is even more enjoyable."

He never thought that he would be defeated. After killing Ying Wuwu easily, he firmly believed that he was invincible.

Yang Zheng was ushered into the room by the boy who led the way. It was a strange room. There were only two futons facing each other in the room, nothing else.

Di Qinglin was already sitting on one of the futons, his smile was kind and gentle, but in Yang Zheng's eyes, it was as cold as a poisonous snake.

He sat on the futon opposite, and was surprised to find a soft warmth from the soles of his feet and knees to his limbs and bones.Faced with this soft and comfortable feeling, he couldn't help but stiffen.

Di Qinglin's reaction to him seemed amused, he smiled and said, "You seem nervous?"

Yang Zheng straightened his spine, and said coldly: "I just never thought that Lord Hou's life would be so refined. I really don't understand, Lord Di Xiaohou has a lot of money and has everything you need, why do you want to do those things?"

"whats the matter?"

"Kill Wan Junwu, kill Sisi, help Wang Zhenfei steal the darts..." On his dark face, a pair of black and white sharp eyes stared straight at the other party, "You did all of these, right?"

The temperature under his feet seemed to burn his whole heart like his anger. At first, Yang Zheng thought it was an illusion produced when he was angry, but now he really felt the pain of being burned, and he frowned. .

Just as Di Qinglin was about to answer, his eyes widened suddenly, and he was surprised to find that the person in front of him jumped up from the futon. At the same time, the futon suddenly ignited a violent flame, and it actually started to ignite spontaneously!

The futon under his feet also began to become extremely hot quickly, and Di Qinglin felt uneasy, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly turned the mechanism button on the side of the futon.

The floor opened quickly, but when it was opened, there was a sound of collapse, and a burning pungent smell came out from inside. Yang Zheng stared at it, and suddenly felt a strong sense of vomiting in his heart.

The densely packed poisonous insects in the crypt have been burnt to ashes by the molten iron, and that pungent smell is emanating from their corpses.

Thinking that he was still sitting on the futon just now, Yang Zheng's eyes couldn't help but become colder.He looked at Di Qinglin, but found that his expression was a little weird.It was like seeing something unbelievable.He followed Di Qinglin's gaze, and saw a fluttering cyan skirt under the floor.

There...is there someone?

Yang Zheng was shocked, but Di Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So you're not dead."

The shadows of people in clothes under the floor floated, and the sound of a sharp weapon being pulled out of the iron floor and the sound of flesh and blood sounded at the same time. Yang Zheng felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure in Tsing Yi appeared in front of him.

It was a woman in a blue shirt, her left arm was hanging down unnaturally, and blood was bubbling on her shoulder. According to Yang Zheng's years of headhunting experience, he could tell at a glance that the wound was caused by the long sword in the woman's hand.

She actually pierced her left shoulder with a sharp blade and nailed herself firmly to the floor!

Shen Qi retracted the high-temperature flamethrower into the system the moment the floor cracked. The flamethrower has a corresponding protection and isolation mechanism for the holder, so she did not suffer from burns, but her left arm, which had improved slightly, was cut off by her own sword. After stamping back to the original state, the old doctor Wang Taiji must have stomped his feet angrily when he saw it.

She looked at Di Qinglin, who was barely keeping calm in front of her, and then glanced at the man on one side. He looked about thirty, with dark skin and a lean face. A weapon that is not a hook.

parting hook.

I remember Bai Yujing said that this kid was going to kill Di Qinglin with a parting hook?

This change caused the room to fall into a depressing atmosphere. I don't know if it was because of the scorching heat in the air that has not yet dissipated, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on Di Qinglin's jade-like cheeks.

Suddenly, a female voice hoarse due to exhaustion broke the silence: "Do you want to do it?"

Di Qinglin was taken aback, and the smile that he barely maintained froze. He looked at Yang Zheng, and his original desire to fight him fairly began to loosen.

He originally had the certainty of winning, but now, the person he thought he was going to die stood in front of him alive by some means. His throat was choked, and he felt a rush of blood gushing from his chest, his lips I don't know when blood has overflowed.

No!He hasn't lost yet!Since he can kill her once, he will definitely be able to kill her a second time!

Di Qinglin raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and immediately his eyes froze.

The blood in that palm was actually dark black.

He raised his eyes suddenly, and found that Yang Zheng on the side had closed his eyes at some point. His face was originally dark, but at this moment, there was a feeling of being shrouded in dark clouds in the darkness.

Di Qinglin turned his gaze to look at Shen Qi who looked normal, and finally lost his smile, and said coldly, "Is it the poisonous mist from the burning of poisonous insects?"

He had actually held his breath the moment he smelled the pungent smell. Yang Zheng was a bit slow in reacting because he didn't know what was in the crypt, but both of them undoubtedly inhaled the poisonous mist.

The feeling of dying at the hands of the poisonous insects he raised...is really ironic.

Di Qinglin felt that his tongue had begun to go numb, and a hot and cold feeling spread from his chest to his limbs. He raised his hand and carefully wiped the blood from his lips. A smile appeared on his pale and delicate face: "Kill the blood!" me."

Rather than being tortured to death by poison, it is better to maintain the current appearance and die with dignity.

Shen Qi lifted the sword and said curiously: "You should be able to see that I have the antidote, why didn't you ask me?"

He smiled and said, "I beg you, will you give it to me?"

Shen Qi tilted her head and smiled: "I said if you beg me, I will give it to you. Will you beg me?"

silence.

Di Qinglin suddenly showed a smile that was not a smile. He exhausted his last effort and suddenly rushed towards the raised sword point. The sword point pierced his chest. He slowly hugged the woman's slightly stiff body. body.

This is the pride of Lord Di Xiaohou, which made him choose death between giving up his dignity and death.

"When I die with a beauty in my arms, I am worthy of this life..." He coughed up blood and smiled, his eyes flickering.

The thin knife in his sleeve slipped into his palm, Di Qinglin smiled, and slashed hard at that white neck!