The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 51 Awakening of Insects

  Under the night, Zhao Changhe ran all the way to the back mountain, Fang Buping followed closely.

   Killing Erwuzi was a pleasure for a while, but Fang Buping had already arrived, and the real challenge was whether he could escape from his pursuit after killing someone.

  Moonlight Zhongfang’s expression of injustice was a bit ferocious, but there was actually a bit of joy: "Zhao Changhe! Indiscriminately killing fellow religious brothers and violating religious rules, where do you want to go! Take your life!"

  Fang Buping is really happy.

Originally, Zhao Changhe's status as an "official believer" was very annoying, and he had a "saint background". He really didn't dare to mess around. Suffering from being dumb.

   As a result, Zhao Changhe was so impatient, he was bullied a few times and he showed his flaws.

  Wang Dashan is certainly not a "brother in the teaching". Strictly speaking, Zhao Changhe just killed a copycat gangster, which is the same concept as killing Zhang Quan back then, and it is not up to the teaching rules to talk about it. But this kind of thing depends on what people say. At that time, Sun Jiaoxi said that the person who died was a piece of trash, so he buried it as soon as he was buried. Now his helmsman said that the person who died was a brother in the sect, and he can make a book later. What can you justify?

   Simply pleasantly surprised.

He knew that Zhao Changhe had just broken through the third level of the Profound Entrance, and his potential was indeed a bit terrifying. To be honest, he couldn’t understand how a human could break through the third level of the Profound Entrance after practicing martial arts for four months... Everyone has practiced the Blood Fiend Kungfu, and no one knows Who? Even if Zhao Changhe secretly practiced internal strength assistance, this is too outrageous, right?

  The more this is the case, the more you want to kill, everyone has already made a knot, waiting for you to grow up?

  Was the Triple Layer amazing just now? You haven't had time to practice and polish at this level, even the strength of the third level may not be able to play a little bit, and Fang Buping has been honed in the fourth level of the entrance for many years, nothing else, just twenty years of fighting in the rivers and lakes Experience and comprehension of sword skills, can this brat compare?

  You thought you were Yue Hongling, who could beat Xue Jiaozhu at a young age?

  It is Yue Hongling, who also practiced kung fu since childhood, and has been practicing for more than ten years, okay?

   "Zhao Changhe, you also use Feixue Wuhen, how could you outrun me? Honestly go back with me for trial, hahahaha..."

   "There's a lot of bullshit, and you became the helmsman by farting loudly?"

   "...When I catch you, I will tell you to live or die!"

  The sound of clothes breaking through the air approached all the way, and Zhao Changhe galloped ahead with an extremely calm expression.

   Everyone has the same lightness skill "flying blood without trace", Fang Buping has a higher level of practice, and his speed is obviously faster than him, so he will definitely not be able to escape if he runs hard. However, he never intended to run, but to fight, fleeing from the cottage was just to avoid being surrounded and lure Fang Buping to the back mountain.

  Yue Hongling could tell, "You must have a very clear goal", that's right, that goal is Fang Buping, Zhao Changhe has been asking himself based on whether he can fight Fang Buping from the beginning to the end.

Deputy Rudder Master Huang came to power temporarily after the elite retreated, but Fang Buping was not. From the very beginning, he was the helm master who led Sun Jiaoxi and other elites to sit on one side. At the end... This is the most difficult and dangerous battle since time travel.

  For example, his basic skills may not be blood evil skills, it may be combined with better skills in the teaching, maybe there is a part of blood magic skills.

   And "Flying Blood Without Traces" is a light-weight exercise that requires internal strength. From the lightness exercise that Fang Buping also uses, it can be judged that he has internal strength, not just a man who practices external strength.

  Train both internally and externally! Entrance quadruple!

   And the knife is skilled and experienced.

   Can a person like this leapfrog?

   "Whoosh!" The knife roared, and the piercing determination could be felt from afar, and the back tensed unconsciously.

  Catch up so fast!

  Zhao Changhe suddenly turned around and slashed, as if he had eyes behind him, and accurately slashed at the side of Fang Buping's attacking knife.

   Once he made a knife, he exhausted all his strength, and soon his feet lightened, and he used his strength to slash out, and in the blink of an eye, he was a few feet away.

  Fang Buping couldn't help but admire that this kid's basic skills are really solid, the knife, hands, legs, and body are coordinated seamlessly, the direction is precise, and the force is precise. The knife technique is really worthy of evaluation. And I don't know where the kung fu of listening to the voice and debating the position came from. I don't know where the knife is going without looking.

   But unfortunately, there is a gap in the hard power of the third level of the entrance that has just been broken through.

   "Your hands are shaking, right?" Fang Buping chased after him again, smiling with great interest: "Why run away, why not fight a few rounds and let me see how many surprises you can bring me?"

  Zhao Changhe's hands were indeed trembling a little, but instead of fleeing in panic as Fang Buping imagined, he was much more certain in his heart.

   There is no unshakable feeling like smashing a wall, and Fang Buping's knife does not have an unexpected wonderful rear momentum... It's just that there is a gap in strength between him and him! This means that there is a fight!

  He still didn't say a word, continued to run, and suddenly jumped over the grass in front of him.

  Fang Buping also jumped across the grass with a smile: "I know the traps in your village well. You want to rely on this to turn around? Hahaha... Are you desperate?"

  Following this leap, the long knife in his hand suddenly began to turn bloody, full of evil spirit, and it was extremely fierce under the moonlight.

   Gods and Buddhas are scattered!

Zhao Changhe could feel the blood evil spirit in his body being completely suppressed by the other party, and even being pulled and stirred. At this time, there was a bit of an adverse effect in his eyes behind him. "Fear" effect.

   But the feeling is only for a moment, how could Zhao Changhe be frightened by this "fear"? Turn around and strike again.

   "Clang!"

The sound of violent clashes resounded through the night, Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew back upside down, passing a tree vine floating in mid-air, flying towards the tree trunk next to him, and using his strength, he flew towards In the direction of the water pool, all in one go.

  Fang Buping also staggered a step, feeling even more astonished.

  How could Zhao Changhe find the weakest point of this exercise, as if he had cracked it thousands of times? This shouldn't be... He shouldn't have learned it, it is impossible for him to achieve the experience of being able to clarify the weaknesses of his own moves, that is too heaven-defying...

  My mind flashed, seeing Zhao Changhe grabbing a tree vine and flying around, he also grabbed a tree vine and used his strength to swing it.

  However, it was fine for Zhao Changhe to pull the vine. When he pulled it like this, his hand suddenly felt weak, and the vine suddenly broke.

  At the same time, it seemed that some mechanism was pulled, and sharpened wooden spears flew from all directions.

  —Leave two or five youngsters to inform, isn't it just for this moment? Let him think that he knows the situation here, but in fact, Wang Dashan knows what Zhao Changhe secretly arranged!

But Fang Buping obviously didn't put any effort into the mid-air, the long knife in his hand was like a pear flower, and he chopped off all the flying wooden spears in an instant, without even threatening him, he was indeed an experienced strongman .

  Behind the water pool tree, Zhao Changhe had already drawn his bow and arrow at some point, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be real.

   With a "bounce", the bow is like a thunderbolt, and the arrow is like a shooting star.

  Fang Buping had just finished dealing with the threat of the trap, and just when he relaxed, the bowstring sounded, and the arrow had already reached his face.

  Where did he get the bow? You obviously didn't bring it with you?

   Thoughts flashed by, Fang Buping let out a loud cry, and swiftly slashed at the side of the arrow.

  The arrow qi that was doubled by the transformation of internal energy into the evil blood qi burst out in a spiral, and the unparalleled blood evil qi rushed into the meridians, stirring up the blood qi in Fang Buping's body also began to surge. He also couldn't help taking a step back to offset the powerful impact, but the arrow was smashed by him after all.

  Fang Buping hadn't had time to take a breath when blood flashed in front of his eyes.

  The blood knife pierced the sky, and the figure leaping from the pool under the moonlight was like a demon flying in the sky.

   Gods and Buddhas are scattered!

   This attack wave after wave is really like a long river, unstoppable!

   "Clang!" Fang Buping slashed his knife to block, the earth-shattering sound of the attack seemed to be heard even in the village far away.

  Old power is gone, new power is not born. Over there, Zhao Changhe had been preparing for a long time, waiting for this moment.

  One trades off and the other rises and falls, this knife is really evenly matched.

  Bloodstains spilled from the corners of their mouths at the same time, their arms were swollen, and their eyes were as bright red as animals.

   "Unexpectedly, you can really fight with me to this extent, it's amazing..." Under the stalemate, Fang Buping finally had more energy, and said slowly: "But it's just for..."

   Before the words fell, the eyes were completely white.

   A bag of lime exploded on his face, he even ate a lot in his mouth, and his eyes hurt so badly that he couldn't see anything.

  Damn you, you thought this was an incomparably staunch hero, but in this most intense, violent, and most exciting confrontation, he suddenly smashed lime!

  Fang Buping didn't even have time to scold his mother, his throat suddenly felt a little cold.

   Moonlight is silent.

  Fang Buping's head and face were covered with lime, blood oozing from his throat, and he slowly fell on his back, with a "bang", announcing the end of the chase.

   I'm afraid he never thought about it before he died, and his pursuit and killing would end in this way.

  Zhao Changhe took a few steps back slowly and weakly, stabbed the ground with a knife, half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily.

  His arrow and knife have been planned for a long time. He has exhausted all his strength and overdrawn all his potential. If he can't complete this effort in one battle, he will die.

  The leader of the Demon Cult is indeed not comparable to ordinary people, he is really strong. If you come out of the rivers and lakes, there are countless heroes, and the challenge of leapfrogging is no longer as simple as imagined before.

   As for the lime?

  Heaven has permanence, it does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie.

  The Book of Chaos also recognizes it, doesn't it?

  Zhao Changhe took a deep breath, barely propped himself up, drew his knife back to its sheath, and strode down the mountain.

   "Second brother, hurry up! Hurry up!" The girl anxiously dragged her brother and flew all the way: "He hasn't even broken through the third level of the entrance, Fang Buping has been honing in the fourth level for many years, he can't beat it!"

   "I told you to give up the mission, who allowed you to secretly go to the night attack!"

   "Still talking about this, how about scolding you at home!"

  Cui Yuanyong had no choice but to follow his sister and gallop into the mountain. Just after stepping into the mountain road, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked up at the sky.

  Golden light flashed across the sky, and a new chapter in the book of troubled times came down.

   "February, Jingzhe. Zhao Changhe practiced martial arts in April, and the porch broke through the third level. At this time, Fang Buping, the head of the blood **** sect, is not equal to Beimang."

   "Change of Qianlong list."

   "Qianlong Ninety-one, Zhao Changhe."

   "The long river falls for nine days and flows into the rivers and lakes."

  【End of the first volume】

  (end of this chapter)