C518 He's Finished

The battle had already moved close to the carriage. At this time, a drop of blood splashed out from the group of soldiers. It was precisely thrown out in an arc and landed on the curtain of the carriage.

It turned out to be the short blade in Ju Chang's hand. Another wound that was so deep that bone was left on rough-clothed man's forearm. Blood splattered. However, that rough-clothed man was still engaged in a fierce battle, as if he did not know that he was injured at all.

Right at this moment, Ju Chang suddenly felt alarmed in his heart, and then he felt a gust of wind blowing at him. When he wanted to react, it was already too late.

In fact, he had been very vigilant all along, but he didn't expect that he would still be hit by the hidden weapon. It was a kind of tragedy.

Because that hidden weapon was none other than the drop of blood that splashed out after he injured rough-clothed man's forearm.

Zhang Jingxuan saw it clearly. The drop of blood flew onto the curtain of the carriage. A finger force shot out from the curtain, and the drop of blood was like an arrow that left the bow. It flew back. What was rare was that the finger force was only concentrated at one point. It only worked on the drop of blood, but the curtain didn't move at all.

That wasn't all. What was even more terrifying was that... The drop of blood that was shot out of the curtain wasn't flying in a straight line. It first continued to slide down the curtain obediently before suddenly speeding up when it landed at a very low position. It was almost flying close to the ground, which was why it was impossible to detect it. Otherwise, with Qianshou's skills, how could he be so easily plotted against?

The drop of blood was light and soft, hitting Qianshou's calf. Zhang Jingxuan stared at it, wanting to know what the result would be. But even he did not expect that this tiny drop of blood the size of a grain of rice would cause such a huge injury.

The drop of blood drilled into Qianshou's calf muscles, and then it was as if it was filled with explosives. It suddenly exploded, and other than the firm and firm leg bone, it did not break. The tendons and flesh of his calf were actually torn apart by the explosion, revealing the ghastly white bones inside. Ah! Qianshou cried out strangely. He was obviously heavily injured.

When Qianshou saw this, he was both shocked and furious. He never expected that the person in the carriage would actually have such means. In his heart, he was already regretting it, and he began to beat the drum of retreat. Just as he was about to go and receive his younger brother, he saw the curtain of the carriage flash slightly. A small gap was revealed, and a black figure floated out of it.

Ju Liang knew that a great enemy was about to arrive. He was also a figure who would roll around on the line of life and death all day long. He could not care less about his brother and focused his attention on preparing to receive the attack.

Qianshou Liang's weapons were all made of mud, because it was said that... Men were made of mud, and he would always look like a child. So he loved to play with mud, and used mud as a weapon. Perhaps it represented his heart. He wants to be a man's wish.

Niwan, mud, mud, all kinds of things. The people who fought with him all felt miserable. Luckily, rough-clothed man seemed to be the boss, and his weapon was a steel umbrella. However, it could be opened and closed. When it was closed, it was like a spear and a stick. After it was opened, the defensive area was very large, and it was abnormally strong. It was truly a defensive sharp weapon. Moreover, the edges of the umbrella were as sharp as blades. The sudden attack also made one have no choice but to defend against it. It was precisely because of this weapon that it made Qianshou and Qianshou brothers feel that it was rather troublesome to deal with it.

The people in the carriage moved, and they severely injured Ju Chang the moment they attacked. This caused Qianshou to feel an extremely great pressure. The eight Niwan in his hand poured out in torrents. He attacked that black shadow. The eight Nians seemed to attack together, but it was actually three batches. First, the three Nians went straight for the black shadow's head, then the two went straight for his waist. Another three went straight for the space between his legs and legs. It seemed like Ju Liang really wanted to kill his opponent with one round of attack. He would never show any mercy when he attacked.

His Niwan Flying Strike. That black shadow paid no attention to it at all, and with a few poofing sounds, his Niwan hit the target, yet it practically had no effect on him at all. The black shadow's attack was so fast. When Ju Liang calculated the opponent's change, the remaining five Niwan that he shot missed. Ju Liang knew the power of his Niwan. When he saw that his opponent actually did not dodge or block three Niwan, he seemed to be completely fine. He secretly cursed in his heart. But at this time, it was already useless to think about it.

Like a drop of blood, the black shadow gracefully flew out in an arc, but it did not affect its speed at all. With a flash of cold light in his hand, it rushed towards the space between Ju Liang's neck.

Ju Liang knew that it was not possible to just rely on mud at this time.

His hand was like he was playing a circus, and instantly, two golden and dazzling cudgels appeared in his hand. Facing the cold light, he blocked it. The cudgels and the cold light were about to collide, but the cold light meandered like snakes. It wrapped around the cudgel like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue. He flew a few more feet forward before returning to the black shadow's hand. The black shadow did not stop at all, taking advantage of the power of the two weapons clashing. It actually turned around and flew back into the carriage.

From beginning to end, most of the people did not see the black shadow clearly. They only felt that it was like a ghost. Under the blue sky, it gave off a cold feeling.

Qianshou knew that it was his brother who had exchanged blows with the other party's troublesome character. His legs were quite heavy. Now, a single person facing two rough men already felt somewhat unable to withstand it. Looking at it now, wanting to kill the other party to complete the mission was no longer possible. The only way was to retreat first.

However, he managed to hold on for another two or three moves. He realized that his brother still did not come to support him. He knew that something was wrong. Looking out of the corner of his eye during the battle, he saw that Ju Liang was still standing there without moving. However, he lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something important. He fell into deep thought.

"He's finished" Zhang Jingxuan whispered to Zheng Mingyan, who was beside him.

"Yes, he is finished!" Zheng Mingyan also nodded his head in agreement, his face carrying a serious expression. Zhang Jingxuan looked at him and thought, although this child's martial arts was not very high, his judgment was at least not bad.

"How did he end up?" Zheng Mingyan followed up with another sentence. He was still very serious and solemn.

"You don't know?" Wang Yao asked.

"Yeah, although I don't know how he died, I know he must have died."

Zhang Jingxuan felt that this little devil king really couldn't do anything to him.

"That man in black just now was completely wrapped in black clothes, not even his face could be seen. He was holding a small knife in his hand. He was really a match for his opponent's two sticks. However, his martial arts is much higher. That shorty's hidden weapon was supposed to at least block his opponent, but he did not expect his opponent to take it head-on. However, he was fine. This time, he lost the initiative. The opponent's small knife seemed to be blocked by his small stick, but in fact, it slipped out at the last moment. He slashed at the back of his neck and then flew back. The short man's spine was already broken, even if he didn't die, he'll be a cripple from now on. "

"Amazing! Truly the same as I thought!" Zheng Mingyan nodded his head in approval. He didn't know whether he was praising the black-clothed man or himself. Zhang Jingxuan simply ignored him.