Chapter 118: 118 : Dragon Slayer
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Chapter 118: Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer
Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer
In the center of the ancient temple, on an old straw mat, lay a different beggar. His tattered cotton-padded jacket, though with obvious holes, stubbornly shielded him from the cold wind. His back was turned toward the temple door, and his snoring was so loud that it seemed to announce his existence to the world.
Outside the temple gate, Xu Qing quietly observed this special beggar. The melon seeds in his hand were peeled off one by one, but his eyes never left the sleeping beggar. He didn't understand why this beggar was so oblivious to the commotion around him.
Xu Qing decided to test it. He took out a sweet potato from his pocket and gently threw it to the beggar. Even though the force was not strong, the sudden touch still woke the beggar up instantly. He turned around and looked at Xu Qing. His sleepy eyes carried a hint of vigilance.
Seeing the sweet potatoes on the ground, the beggar's eyes immediately lit up. He grabbed the sweet potato and chuckled at Xu Qing. Then, he ate it eagerly.
Xu Qing took out another sweet potato and shook it, then walked into the temple door. He noticed that the light in the beggar's eyes did not disappear, but became brighter. He knew that this beggar was not as simple as he looked.
"Boom! "With a loud bang, the brick shattered into slag, and the poisonous dragon's head roared, but his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately raised his knee and slammed into Xu Qing's crotch. Xu Qing was already on guard and easily retreated. His palms, which had been accumulating for a long time, struck out in the air, and two vigorous and fierce Zhengyang Qi blasted towards the Poison Dragon's chest.
Poison Dragon, who had been hit by Xu Qing's black brick, could not avoid this attack no matter how fast he was. After receiving two palm strikes on his chest, he was sent flying with a strange cry. With a loud bang, he crashed into the temple wall. Half of the wall actually collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up dust and dust in the sky.
Xu Qing, who was fighting with an ancient martial artist in the Black Realm for the first time, was extremely nervous. However, he knew that he could not give the Poison Dragon the opportunity to release those poisonous ants and snakes. He didn't wait for the Poison Dragon to climb up. He raised his palms continuously and struck out seven forms of Zhengyang Palm continuously."Bang bang..." Waves of scorching positive Yang Qi violently bombarded the Poison Dragon. There was only one thought in his mind: he must not let this guy have the opportunity to release those poisons!
Poor Poison Dragon. Although he was an ancient martial art practitioner in the Black Realm, he had not had time to use many killer moves before he was hit by Xu Qing's Zhengyang Palm. He used his last ounce of strength to pull open his shirt, then tilted his head and fainted.
Xu Qing's mind gradually calmed down after dozens of palm strikes. He looked at the poisonous dragon buried in the broken bricks and found that it had no movement at all. Xu Qing's palm had broken his leg, revealing his pale bones, leaving only a thin layer of flesh. In the red pool of blood, a figure fell to the ground, surrounded by the aura of death. Xu Qing took a deep breath, carefully pulled out his dagger, and slowly approached. He knew that even if the other party did not die immediately, he was not far from death.
Xu Qing did not dare to let his guard down when facing an enemy who was good at poison. He was constantly alert to the movements around him, afraid that he would be attacked by the other party if he was not careful. When he was less than a meter away from where the Poison Dragon fell, a sharp cry broke the silence. Then, a gray object jumped out from the broken bricks and went straight for Xu Qing's face.
Xu Qing reacted quickly. He swung his sword at the incoming hidden weapon while tilting his head to the left. Under the slash of the sword, the cluster of objects instantly changed direction and landed behind him with a thud. It sounded like a plastic bag full of water had been smashed, and it was creepy.
Xu Qing didn't let his guard down. He continued to observe the movements around him. At the same time, he was secretly glad that his reaction was fast enough. He knew that in this life-and-death battle, any moment of carelessness could mean death.The inception of this content can be traced to n0ve1bin★
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Chapter 118: Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer
Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer
In the center of the ancient temple, on an old straw mat, lay a different beggar. His tattered cotton-padded jacket, though with obvious holes, stubbornly shielded him from the cold wind. His back was turned toward the temple door, and his snoring was so loud that it seemed to announce his existence to the world.
Outside the temple gate, Xu Qing quietly observed this special beggar. The melon seeds in his hand were peeled off one by one, but his eyes never left the sleeping beggar. He didn't understand why this beggar was so oblivious to the commotion around him.
Xu Qing decided to test it. He took out a sweet potato from his pocket and gently threw it to the beggar. Even though the force was not strong, the sudden touch still woke the beggar up instantly. He turned around and looked at Xu Qing. His sleepy eyes carried a hint of vigilance.
Seeing the sweet potatoes on the ground, the beggar's eyes immediately lit up. He grabbed the sweet potato and chuckled at Xu Qing. Then, he ate it eagerly.
Xu Qing took out another sweet potato and shook it, then walked into the temple door. He noticed that the light in the beggar's eyes did not disappear, but became brighter. He knew that this beggar was not as simple as he looked.
"Boom! "With a loud bang, the brick shattered into slag, and the poisonous dragon's head roared, but his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately raised his knee and slammed into Xu Qing's crotch. Xu Qing was already on guard and easily retreated. His palms, which had been accumulating for a long time, struck out in the air, and two vigorous and fierce Zhengyang Qi blasted towards the Poison Dragon's chest.
Poison Dragon, who had been hit by Xu Qing's black brick, could not avoid this attack no matter how fast he was. After receiving two palm strikes on his chest, he was sent flying with a strange cry. With a loud bang, he crashed into the temple wall. Half of the wall actually collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up dust and dust in the sky.
Xu Qing, who was fighting with an ancient martial artist in the Black Realm for the first time, was extremely nervous. However, he knew that he could not give the Poison Dragon the opportunity to release those poisonous ants and snakes. He didn't wait for the Poison Dragon to climb up. He raised his palms continuously and struck out seven forms of Zhengyang Palm continuously."Bang bang..." Waves of scorching positive Yang Qi violently bombarded the Poison Dragon. There was only one thought in his mind: he must not let this guy have the opportunity to release those poisons!
Poor Poison Dragon. Although he was an ancient martial art practitioner in the Black Realm, he had not had time to use many killer moves before he was hit by Xu Qing's Zhengyang Palm. He used his last ounce of strength to pull open his shirt, then tilted his head and fainted.
Xu Qing's mind gradually calmed down after dozens of palm strikes. He looked at the poisonous dragon buried in the broken bricks and found that it had no movement at all. Xu Qing's palm had broken his leg, revealing his pale bones, leaving only a thin layer of flesh. In the red pool of blood, a figure fell to the ground, surrounded by the aura of death. Xu Qing took a deep breath, carefully pulled out his dagger, and slowly approached. He knew that even if the other party did not die immediately, he was not far from death.
Xu Qing did not dare to let his guard down when facing an enemy who was good at poison. He was constantly alert to the movements around him, afraid that he would be attacked by the other party if he was not careful. When he was less than a meter away from where the Poison Dragon fell, a sharp cry broke the silence. Then, a gray object jumped out from the broken bricks and went straight for Xu Qing's face.
Xu Qing reacted quickly. He swung his sword at the incoming hidden weapon while tilting his head to the left. Under the slash of the sword, the cluster of objects instantly changed direction and landed behind him with a thud. It sounded like a plastic bag full of water had been smashed, and it was creepy.
Xu Qing didn't let his guard down. He continued to observe the movements around him. At the same time, he was secretly glad that his reaction was fast enough. He knew that in this life-and-death battle, any moment of carelessness could mean death.The inception of this content can be traced to n0ve1bin★
Chapter 118: Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer Chapter 118 : Dragon Slayer In the center of the ancient temple, on an old straw mat, lay a different beggar. His tattered cotton-padded jacket, though with obvious holes, stubbornly shielded him from the cold wind. His back was turned toward the temple door, and his snoring was so loud that it seemed to announce his existence to the world. Outside the temple gate, Xu Qing quietly observed this special beggar. The melon seeds in his hand were peeled off one by one, but his eyes never left the sleeping beggar. He didn't understand why this beggar was so oblivious to the commotion around him. Xu Qing decided to test it. He took out a sweet potato from his pocket and gently threw it to the beggar. Even though the force was not strong, the sudden touch still woke the beggar up instantly. He turned around and looked at Xu Qing. His sleepy eyes carried a hint of vigilance. Seeing the sweet potatoes on the ground, the beggar's eyes immediately lit up. He grabbed the sweet potato and chuckled at Xu Qing. Then, he ate it eagerly. Xu Qing took out another sweet potato and shook it, then walked into the temple door. He noticed that the light in the beggar's eyes did not disappear, but became brighter. He knew that this beggar was not as simple as he looked. "Boom! "With a loud bang, the brick shattered into slag, and the poisonous dragon's head roared, but his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately raised his knee and slammed into Xu Qing's crotch. Xu Qing was already on guard and easily retreated. His palms, which had been accumulating for a long time, struck out in the air, and two vigorous and fierce Zhengyang Qi blasted towards the Poison Dragon's chest. Poison Dragon, who had been hit by Xu Qing's black brick, could not avoid this attack no matter how fast he was. After receiving two palm strikes on his chest, he was sent flying with a strange cry. With a loud bang, he crashed into the temple wall. Half of the wall actually collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up dust and dust in the sky. Xu Qing, who was fighting with an ancient martial artist in the Black Realm for the first time, was extremely nervous. However, he knew that he could not give the Poison Dragon the opportunity to release those poisonous ants and snakes. He didn't wait for the Poison Dragon to climb up. He raised his palms continuously and struck out seven forms of Zhengyang Palm continuously."Bang bang..." Waves of scorching positive Yang Qi violently bombarded the Poison Dragon. There was only one thought in his mind: he must not let this guy have the opportunity to release those poisons! Poor Poison Dragon. Although he was an ancient martial art practitioner in the Black Realm, he had not had time to use many killer moves before he was hit by Xu Qing's Zhengyang Palm. He used his last ounce of strength to pull open his shirt, then tilted his head and fainted. Xu Qing's mind gradually calmed down after dozens of palm strikes. He looked at the poisonous dragon buried in the broken bricks and found that it had no movement at all. Xu Qing's palm had broken his leg, revealing his pale bones, leaving only a thin layer of flesh. In the red pool of blood, a figure fell to the ground, surrounded by the aura of death. Xu Qing took a deep breath, carefully pulled out his dagger, and slowly approached. He knew that even if the other party did not die immediately, he was not far from death. Xu Qing did not dare to let his guard down when facing an enemy who was good at poison. He was constantly alert to the movements around him, afraid that he would be attacked by the other party if he was not careful. When he was less than a meter away from where the Poison Dragon fell, a sharp cry broke the silence. Then, a gray object jumped out from the broken bricks and went straight for Xu Qing's face. Xu Qing reacted quickly. He swung his sword at the incoming hidden weapon while tilting his head to the left. Under the slash of the sword, the cluster of objects instantly changed direction and landed behind him with a thud. It sounded like a plastic bag full of water had been smashed, and it was creepy. Xu Qing didn't let his guard down. He continued to observe the movements around him. At the same time, he was secretly glad that his reaction was fast enough. He knew that in this life-and-death battle, any moment of carelessness could mean death.The inception of this content can be traced to n0ve1bin
