Qin Zhao stepped into the bluestone pavement at the entrance of the market with one foot, his sole grinding over broken grass and muddy water, making a muffled "pop" sound. The sunlight slanted on the medicine stand, and several fifth grade thunder grass plants were still soaked in dew, shimmering in the bamboo basket. His left hand was pressed against the dark crease on his left wrist, which was still hot, like a piece of iron just pulled out of a furnace. The fragments of thunder halberds in the sea of consciousness were still slowly spinning, with a hint of thunder following the meridians, causing his right arm to occasionally twitch.
He ignored this and walked straight to the spiritual medicine stall, pointing his finger at the basket of thunder grass and saying, "I'll take it all
The vendor is a skinny old man squatting on the ground counting copper coins. Upon hearing this, he glanced up at him and then lowered his head to continue counting the money, saying, "The deputy envoy of the Palace has made a reservation and will not sell to outsiders
Qin Zhao's mouth twitched, the jade plaque at his waist trembled lightly, a gold card flew out half an inch, the talisman formation flickered slightly, and the medicinal herbs on the entire street trembled three times. I can afford it, "he said calmly, as if to say that the weather was nice today.
The old man finally stopped moving and squinted at the card, his Adam's apple rolling and he didn't dare to answer.
At this moment, Qin Zhao's neck hair exploded.
It's not blown by the wind, it's killing intent.
Behind the butcher's table on the left, the butcher's hand holding the knife suddenly turned, and the blade reflected light; Under the cloth stall on the right, a pair of bare feet moved silently; Someone stopped breathing behind the grain bag pile ahead.
Three people, three directions, lock the exit route.
Qin Zhao didn't move.
He didn't even turn back.
Just the dark lines on the left wrist suddenly burned, and the invisible door crack in the sea of consciousness cracked open, as if something had yawned inside - hungry.
Well done, "he cursed inwardly, but didn't even blink his eyelids on the surface, still staring at the old man." Where's the medicine
The old man trembled as he reached for the medicine box, his fingertips just touching the bamboo basket——
Three dark shadows erupt!
The butcher on the left shook his hand and threw a deadly dagger, piercing his heart with a cold light; On the right side, the cloth vendor's foot was slightly pointed, and the person had already pounced under his rib, with a dagger cutting through the air; The person behind the grain pile in front was even more ruthless. He knocked over the rice bag and jumped out, raising his dagger high and stabbing at the Heavenly Spirit Cover!
Three daggers, at the same time, were only three inches away from his body.
Qin Zhao's right hand finally moved.
Not blocking, not dodging.
He just lightly shook his wrist.
Pa
The gold card emerged from the deck, condensing into a transparent shield in front of the body, with runes circulating and golden light skyrocketing.
Ding - click
The three crisp sounds almost overlapped.
The dagger hit the shield and instantly shattered, with fragments flying in all directions. One of them grazed Qin Zhao's cheek, leaving a trail of blood. But he didn't even furrow his brow, instead he laughed, laughing a little crazy.
Is that all? "He whispered, his voice not loud, but suppressing the noise of the entire market.
The assassin on the left, upon seeing the weapon shattered, not only refused to retreat, but also bit through the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, emitting a foul odor that instantly spread and obscured his vision.
Qin Zhao stood still, his boots flashing with fiery patterns.
Boom
Stepping on the fire boots, he exploded and swiftly plunged into close range. His left hand flashed out and he grabbed the left assassin's throat, tightening his fingers and pressing him directly onto the wooden shelf of the medicine stand.
Bang! "The wooden board exploded and debris flew horizontally.
The person's eyeballs bulged and he desperately scratched Qin Zhao's arms with both hands. His nails scraped sparks on the Flowing Cloud Dark Gold Armor, but he couldn't break through the defense at all.
Qin Zhao looked down at him, his eyes slowly shimmering with a dark purple light. There seemed to be a rolling galaxy in the depths of his pupils, and he whispered, "The Hall of Breaking Lives... is it so urgent to die
The sound is not high, but it makes the surrounding air stagnant.
The overturned oil pot stopped sizzling, the cries of sales abruptly ceased, and even the distant crowing of chickens was choked off.
In the blood mist, the other two assassins exchanged a cold and resolute glance.
They didn't go to see their companions live or die, nor did they try to save them.
But at the same time, he tore open his chest collar, revealing his chest engraved with crimson runes.
Fu Wenliang lit up, his skin cracked, blood oozed out, and turned into twisted curse marks.
Self destructing secret technique - * * Blood Sacrifice, Same Return * *.
This is the most extreme method of the Broken Life Palace, which uses its own essence blood to detonate the spirit core, turning into a corrosive blood mist to devour the enemy, leaving no soul behind.
Two violent breaths instantly rose, and blood mist rushed towards Qin Zhao like living creatures. Wherever they passed, the ground cracked, the bluestone boards exploded into powder, and the air was filled with a foul smell of burnt and rotten mixture.
If it were an ordinary person, even the peak of building a foundation would have to be melted into pus on the spot.
But Qin Zhao still stood.
He didn't even let go of his grip on the killer's left hand.
At the moment when the blood mist hit my face, the dark lines on my left wrist suddenly became hot, as if they were about to burn through my skin. In the sea of knowledge, the invisible giant door opened a gap on its own, and a powerful suction force appeared out of nowhere, forcefully sucking the entire blood mist into the door!
Hum
Qin Zhao's breath sank, and his limbs and bones were struck by lightning. A violent spiritual power surged down from the sea of self-awareness, pouring into his meridians, muscles, and bones. Every inch of flesh and blood trembled, expanded, and reshaped.
He could feel the power rising, incredibly fast.
The reaction speed, which was originally slightly delayed due to the fusion of Thunder Spear fragments, has now been fully activated. The nerves are like high-voltage electricity, and the senses are sharp enough to hear the sound of ants crawling over sand particles ten steps away.
Cool. "He grinned, his eyes purple even more.
The assassin who was choked by him had a terrified face and a gurgling throat, as if he wanted to say something, but was tightly restrained.
Qin Zhao lowered his head and looked at him in a frivolous tone, saying, 'Your brother is quite ruthless. Even if he dies, he will give me a buff.'. "
The killer stared blankly, his pupils dilated.
Qin Zhao let go and let him collapse to the ground, unconscious.
He turned around and scanned the location of the remaining two people.
The blood mist has been swallowed up by the treasure trove, leaving only two charred remains on the ground, with charred flesh, twisted bones, and chest runes still flickering with a faint light, obviously not completely extinguished.
Tsk, it's a waste, "he kicked one of the corpses," don't cultivate yourself properly, insist on doing performance art
He bent down and took out a black token from the body's embrace, engraved with the word "broken" on it, with fine cracks on the edge, obviously caused by the self explosion just now.
The travel order for the Broken Life Palace? "He pondered," It's quite formal
Pinch it casually and the token will shatter.
He took off his belt from another corpse and pulled out a jade slip. With a sweep of his divine sense, it was completely empty - it had been remotely emptied.
Very clean, "he sneered." I know I'll die without leaving any clues. I'm truly dedicated
He lifted his foot, stepped on his fire boots and ignited a faint blue flame, then stepped on the corpse with one foot.
Hmph
The flames spread and quickly engulfed the two wreckage, leaving no ash behind.
The market has returned to quietness.
The pharmacy owner slumped in the corner, still holding the medicine box that had not been handed over, trembling all over and unable to say a word.
The vendors around had already run away, leaving only overturned shelves, scattered goods, and a few frightened chickens spinning in place.
Qin Zhao patted the dust on the corner of his robe, walked up to the stall, and reached out, "Where's the medicine
The old man trembled and handed over the medicine box.
Qin Zhao took it and opened it to take a look. The thunderous grass was intact and undamaged. He nodded and casually threw out a regular silver bill, saying, "Is that enough
The old man nodded like pounding garlic.
Not enough to say, "Qin Zhao stuffed the medicine box into the space jade plaque, turned around and left.
After taking two steps, he stopped again and turned to look at the unconscious assassin.
The person was still lying in the ruins, with a slight chest heaving, obviously not dead.
Leave you alive? "Qin Zhao sneered." Go back and tell your temple master not to send this kind of miscellaneous fish to deliver dishes next time. If you really want to play big, let him come in person
He paused for a moment and added, "Just say Qin has a good appetite lately and can afford to eat hard food
After finishing speaking, he stopped and strode towards the exit of the market.
The sunlight fell on his back, the black and gold robe swayed with the wind, the nine jade plaques around his waist rang softly, and every step on his fire boots left a faint mark of fire.
The dark lines on the left wrist are still burning, but not as severe as before. In the sea of knowledge, the door of the treasure trove slowly closed, and the violent spiritual power that had swallowed the blood mist was still circulating in his body, making him feel like his entire figure had been reassembled, light and full of explosive power.
"This is better than the gym." He touched his wrist and whispered roast, "Do you want to touch more self explosive maniacs in the future?"
He walked out of the market and turned onto a narrow alley.
At the end of the alley is a restaurant, carved beams and painted rafters. There is a plaque with the words "Drunken Immortal Residence" hanging at the door. The lantern in front of the door is swaying gently with the wind, reflecting the green stone slabs in a warm red.
He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked up at a window on the second floor of the restaurant.
The curtains were not tightly closed, and one could vaguely see a figure swaying inside.
He wasn't in a hurry to go in.
But instead, he unscrewed the lid of the wine jug from his waist, took a sip, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat, causing him to cough twice.
The special liquor for scumbags is really strong, "he wiped his mouth, and the word" scum "on the pot flickered in the sunlight.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the restaurant.
The wind lifted the corner of his robe, revealing a new scratch on the sole of his boot.
That's the mark left by the dagger just now.
He didn't care.
Anyway, clothes can burn, scars can heal, only strength is real.
He walked up to the restaurant door and raised his hand to push it open.
At this moment, the cuff suddenly moved.
A slightly imperceptible silver wire slid out of the lining and wrapped around his little finger, gently circling around.
Qin Zhao's footsteps paused.
He looked down.
The silver wire quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
He frowned and his divine sense scanned his entire body, but no abnormalities were found.
Whose handwriting? "He murmured," Is that crazy woman Ji Xue? Or is it another dog's nose staring at me
He didn't stop and pushed the door in.
The hot air inside the door was overwhelming, and the aroma of wine mixed with human voices surged in.
The waiter greeted and asked, "How many guests are there
Qin Zhao withdrew his thoughts and said expressionlessly, "Gentlemen, upstairs by the window