C832 Flower

Unfortunately, the cruelty is often not a dream.

Tang Yueye had nothing. He knew that he could fall asleep at any time. He had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. However, he refused to accept it. He couldn't give up. Therefore, at this moment, the only thing that could stimulate him was... The thing that he was most unwilling to see.

Very few people knew that Tang Yueye did not want to see blood. He had a bit of a mysophobia, and it was even more so in his life.

But how could a martial artist not see blood? Therefore, Tang Yueye cultivated even harder, hoping that he could do it. Without blood, he could win, hurt, or kill.

And now, in order to stimulate himself not to sleep, he had to go to the extreme.

Tang Fenghao and the others joined hands to attack Tang Yueye, who had his back turned, but they returned with nothing. But Tang Fenghao knew that he could not hold on for long. Therefore, he ordered everyone to defend in all directions, as long as Tang Yueye didn't escape. How could he know that Tang Yueye didn't want to escape at this moment? Because he could have escaped halfway and jumped onto a roof. However, he suddenly fell down and fell asleep there, waiting to be slaughtered. Or perhaps, when he jumped over a sewer... It was very likely that he would suddenly fall asleep in midair, and then fall into a sewer filled with sewage. No one could even find his tracks. If that was the case, it would make Tang Yueye, who had always loved cleanliness, feel good. He would rather die in the sewer than fall into the hands of these people.

However, he didn't want to die yet. Furthermore, even if he died, he wanted to find out who it was that wanted to frame him. And why did he want to frame him?

Therefore, Tang Yueye took the initiative to rush towards the six or seven people who surrounded him. At the same time, he rushed towards the strongest of these people, Tang Fenghao.

Tang Fenghao didn't expect him to not retreat but advance instead. Besides, he had three of his disciples by his side, and the remaining two were his brothers. With the addition of the Iron Face King, he was no longer able to participate in the battle.

Even if Tang Yueye's martial arts were extraordinary, could he possibly defeat six of his own? Furthermore, he was a poisoned person. He was in a precarious situation and might not fall into a deep sleep anytime soon.

At that time, no one in the audience saw the battle. However, all the people who saw this battle scene later on were terrified. Some even had nightmares for a month.

Tang Yueye rushed towards Tang Fenghao. When he saw that he was halfway there, he suddenly turned around and turned towards the southeast. In that direction, the one in charge of guarding was Tang Fenghao's junior brother, Tang Fenglou.

The weapon in Tang Fenglou's hand was a date sun lance. There was once a fortune teller who showed him his face, saying that he should not use this weapon. Because "date sun" was the same as "disaster." After that, the fortune teller was the first to 'suffer'. Tang Fenglou believed that his jujuyang lance would only cause others to suffer. This was originally a weapon for horse fights, but it was modified by him.

The Zaoyang Lance, if one looked back, what everyone was more familiar with was... The weapon of Shan Xiongxin, a hero at the end of the Sui Dynasty and beginning of the Tang Dynasty. The Zaoyang Lance that Shan Xiongxin used was 1.8 meters long and weighed 120 kilograms. The lance was heavy. However, Shan Xiongxin could still play this lance to perfection, previously standing alone in the Yellow Sand Hill. Ten thousand men were no match for him, causing the army to flee when they saw him. The lance was originally one of the eighteen types of heavy weapons, and it evolved from the lance and the club. Its structure was more complicated and cumbersome among the weapons. It was mostly used by generals with great strength.

Tang Fenglou's Zao Yang lance was only three feet and six feet long, no more than ten pounds. But its degree of terror, as long as it was ten times or even a hundred times more terrifying than Shan Xiongxin's.

This miniature version of Zao Yang Lance, in a sense, was also a vulgar version. At the tip of the Dawn Sun Lance, there was a steel nail. As long as the handle was pressed, it would shoot out at lightning speed. However, this was only the beginning. The head of the Dawn Sun Lance was a cylindrical body that was similar to a hammer. It was covered with steel needles. The air within the hammer was filled with a kind of 'burning' gas. This gas, as long as one inhaled it, would burn one's throat. Even if one was inside, their skin would still be burned to an unbearable degree. Some people said that Tang Fenglou's poison was extracted from a strange plant that he specially cultivated that was mixed with a mustard-seed and chili. For ordinary people, let alone smelling it, let alone touching it. Even if they were three feet away from it, they would still be knocked down. Yes, he was knocked down to the ground by this poison as if he was punching.

Other than the smoke from Tang Fenglou's Zaoyang Lance, there were also 36 steel needles inserted into the lance's head. They could also wave out a sea of needles, and at the end of their tails... There were also golden silk threads that were pulled and released at will. Tang Fenglou didn't panic when he saw Tang Yueye rushing towards him. This brat was usually arrogant and arrogant, and he had long since gotten used to seeing him like this. This time, it was just nice to teach him a lesson. Let's see how long this kid can be arrogant for. Furthermore, even if I can't beat this genius brat... Fighting for a hundred and eighty rounds won't be a problem at all. At that time... Surrounding him from all sides, even if this brat still wanted to fight like a cornered beast, he would still die.

Therefore, Tang Fenglou handed over his Zao Yang Lance. He felt like he had thrown out a death trap, and it was about to wrap around Tang Yueye's neck until he couldn't breathe, until he died.

Facing a steel nail, 36 steel needles, and a "burning" poison, this poison attack could even wipe out a hundred-man cavalry unit in half a cup of tea. Facing this, everyone could only retreat and avoid it.

However, Tang Fenglou had made a wrong judgment of the situation. And the only thing waiting for him was death!

Tang Yueye's judgment didn't seem to be wrong. However, he had always relied on the reputation of the Tang Sect to be invincible. Most of his opponents fled when he saw them, and there were very few who dared to put up a resistance. In short, ever since the people of the Mi family lived in seclusion and had nowhere to be found... As for the people of the Tang Sect, they had become much more pampered.

He felt that he could only determine the victor after exchanging a hundred blows with Tang Yueye. That was true. It was just that he had made a mistake in the venue and psychological aspects. Therefore, his death was not unjust at all.

It was only because it was not a martial arts competition. Everyone had to be careful, explore, and even hold back. They did not want their opponents to know everything about them.

Now, it was a life and death battle. It was a life and death battle. Tang Fenglou, who was older than Tang Yueye, had turned into a flower in a greenhouse at this moment. Since it was a flower, he could only let the king pluck it. He had no other choice.