Vol 2 Chapter 154: Killing the spirit master

Although the old man was injured, it was enough to deal with Qin Hao. Vertex fiction "You go by yourself, or want me to shoot."

Qin Hao sneered a little. "If you can, I also want to go by myself, but unfortunately, I am..." After he had not finished speaking, he made a fierce cough, his voice was loud and harsh, as if to take his stomach. The lungs in the cough must be coughed out. Although not so serious, they also cough up a lot of blood.

The old man’s brow wrinkled, and it seems that this kid’s injury is more serious than he imagined.

"Well, the old man will help." Bai old disdainfully snorted, grabbed the axe and went straight to Qin Hao's side, reached out and grabbed Qin Hao's clothes and picked him up, then dragged the dog like a drag. , drag and leave. He was in a hurry, no time to delay, even the beast could only be temporarily placed here, and then he took it away after he had dispelled his brother's poison.

However, he dragged Qin Haogang out of the next few steps, an unpredictable hunch like a current usually hit him all over the body, a death of the cold rose from behind.

"The boy is looking for death!" The anger of the old man shook the leaves and fluttered around, and the inner air of the body screamed out, forming a strong palm of the hand and rushing toward Qin Hao.

Qin Hao, who was originally dead and dead, suddenly became swift and incomparably. The red knife brought out a series of rains. People had already broken the control of the old man, disappeared into the place of Sanzhangyuan, and looked at the white man and sneered.

"You...!" The old man was slap in the air and his body was awkward. When he stood firm, he realized that there was a huge blood hole in the right abdomen, and blood was pouring out from it. "You use the trick."

"Hey, no matter whether it is a sinister move or a positive move, it is a good move to kill you." Qin Hao showed a sly smile. "Old guy, there is a road in heaven, you don't go, has no door, you cast it, strange. Blame you shouldn't get me." After saying this, the next moment, the red blood knife in his hand turned into a blood mark to kill the old man.

The old man bit his teeth, using the last strength, pulled out the short axe behind him and met Qin Hao's blade.

"Dangdang..."

The knife collided with the axe and burst into a dazzling spark in the dark night.

If the old man did not marry the knife just now, he could have Qin Hao’s life in one stroke, but now he can’t play half of his strength, and as the fierce battle progresses, the wound is touched and the blood is getting bigger. The blood is getting more and more, so if you fight, even if Qin Hao doesn't want his life, the consumption can also kill his blood.

Qin Hao is playing this idea. This old guy is so terrible that he can be beaten like this and can only be used to kill him.

"Old things, Lao Tzu does not believe that you can not die!" Qin Hao roared in his heart, a trick like a trick, he must revenge for the mob, to vent the anger in the chest. Just now, he actually used the "Yong Sheng Yu" to restore the internal injuries to 7788. The vomiting of blood is only for the sake of conspiracy.

The old man was eager to save people, and at night it was not noticed by Qin Hao. This was the way.

"Ah, ah, ah--"

The two men fought fiercely. Although the old man wanted to escape from the battle circle, Qin Hao died biting him, and with the strangeness of the red blood knife method, he did not give him a chance to escape. So I know that consumption is death, and he only has to die.

As time passed and blood was lost, the old man felt the loss of his vitality. His heart began to appear anxious, fearful, and fear of death.

At this moment, there was a scream of screaming screaming at the end of the hillside. The screaming white old man was familiar with it. It was the voice of his brother, the old man, that must have been his poisonous gas.

The fierce screams were like an invisible knife stabbing into the heart of the white man, causing his heart to hurt, and the move on his hand was a little bit, and Qin Hao immediately found the opportunity and slashed.

In a critical moment, the old man suddenly woke up and hurriedly waved his axe block. However, unexpected things happened. The sound of "叮" was crisp, and the red blade cut the corner of the axe hard. The blade's momentum was only slightly. Attenuate a point and continue to cut down. The sharp tip immediately pulled a long, mark on his chest.

After the blade passed, the blood immediately rushed out of the bloodstain, and soon the whole piece of clothing on his chest was dyed red.

This time, the old man stopped all movements, Qin Hao also stopped the action, holding a red blood knife standing three meters away, looking straight at the old man.

"砰", the axe in the hands of the white old man landed, and the thick layer of leaves on the ground was recessed. On the edge of the axe, there is one less corner, and there are several gaps. The sharp edge of the red blood knife, there are few weapons in the world to resist, this axe does not become a saw mouth, it is a rare treasure. If it wasn't for the last knife, Qin Hao infused the greatest spiritual power, and it was impossible to cut off the corner of the axe with the technique of drilling.

"Dead in your hands, I am dead... No... Hey... eyes." The old man’s eyes were raised, and Qin Hao said the last word in a word, and he fell down and slammed his head heavily. The leaves were buried by the leaves.

Qin Hao looked at the old man who fell down and breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got the old guy.

"Little mobs." Qin Hao remembered the injured spirit beast, and he took the red blood knife into the space ring and threw himself at the place where the spirit beast was lying.

The earthly beast heard the call of Qin Hao, looked up from the ground, and whispered to Qin Hao, as if he was responding to his call.

"Little mobs, lay down well, let me see." Qin Hao is a master of medical skills after all. He squatted down and quickly checked the wounds of the spirited beast. He saw several axe on his body, the most terrible of which was the one below the neck. At the wound, the grass on this place has the most blood flow. Fortunately, it has a thick skin, otherwise it may die.

Qin Hao rushed to stop the blood for the mobs. This guy's skin is too thick and too abnormal. It is impossible to use silver needles. He can only use acupressure and acupoint manipulation.

After the blood stopped, Qin Hao tumbling from the space ring, found a bunch of healing grass and blood circulation, the brain was all stuffed into the mob's mouth.

Although these spirit grasses are low-level, they are mostly in large quantities. Anyway, corruption comes. Qin Hao is not distressed. Don’t use money to force the stuff into the little monsters. Thanks to Li Zhanwu, if you are not so greedy from him. The elixir, Qin Hao really does not know how to do it, no medicine, he is no longer a doctor.

The beast is not a beast. The digestive function and the absorption rate of the drug are amazing. In less than an hour, the mob screams and sways and stands up. The tongue stretches out and grows. Qin Hao’s face is used to express his gratitude to him.

Qin Hao touched its head and patted it, and smiled happily: "Well, don't worry, just make it smaller, let's go."

The mobs "snoked" two times, and immediately became very obedient and quickly narrowed down. Finally, they became a big fat cat and jumped to Qin Hao's shoulder to stand firm.

Qin Hao looked at the darkness around him and walked toward the place where the old man was lying down.

This old guy is so powerful, there must be a lot of good baby.

After some searching, Qin Hao got a practice. The practice is not useful to him, but he is still thrown into the space ring. He doesn't need to be useful. Then I found some Lingshi and pills, but there are really no other good things.

This can only be said that he has seen more good things. If others, getting a Lingshi is a big harvest, not to mention a lot of rare pills.

For Qin Hao, the best thing here is the weapon of the old man. The short axe, he naturally took the short axe for the first time.

After the search was completed, Qin Hao said, "I am a poor Nima, but I am still a master. I am still poorer than I am." It is indeed, who Nyma has more corrupt things.

When the old man was finished, when Qin Hao was about to leave, he seemed to hear something in his ear, "Shashasha".

someone is coming?

In doubt, he immediately released the spiritual knowledge. Within a kilometer, he explored the breath of a person. The man rushed from the side of the hillside to the side, and the breath was so familiar.

he is……?

Qin Hao searched for the familiar atmosphere, suddenly remembered who it was, Ye Tianping, Ye Siyu's father. How could it be him?

This discovery surprised Qin Hao. He really couldn't think of this big night. Ye Tianping will appear here. In the spiritual knowledge, he can find out that his breath is faint, and it seems to be hurt.

He was very fond of Ye Tianping, so he found that he was injured, as if he was still escaping. He couldn't care, so he immediately rushed toward Ye Tianping.

The person running on the front was indeed Ye Tianping. He was indeed injured and he was still very hurt. He ran all the way and dripped blood. The branches and leaves of the place where he passed were stained with sporadic blood. drop.

He ran and ran, suddenly, his feet were empty, stepping into a pit covered with leaves, and "plop" fell to the ground.

Perhaps this road has exhausted all his strength. It was just a hard support. Now, once it falls, it will be difficult to get up again.

After he struggled on the ground for a few times~EbookFREE.me~ Finally, he still had no choice but to give up. Perhaps, this moment of today is the death of Ye Tianping.

Thinking of himself or dying here, Ye Tianping thought of Qin Hao’s father. 20 years ago, Qin Hao’s father used his life to change Ye Tianping’s life. Today, he will also go with the brothers. The two brothers finally Can be reunited, but he still can't put on the next thing, so for a long time refused to close his eyes, and looked at the dark night sky with his eyes closed, as if looking forward to what miracles happened.

However, he seems to have waited for a long time, until the eyes can no longer bear the weight of the eyelids, and finally slowly closed up, the consciousness is gradually blurred, do you die like this?

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear someone screaming in the confusion, and then he saw a figure rushing over.

Who is he? Friend or foe?

Is it to save people, or to kill themselves?

It is a pity that he has been unable to know this. He can only be unwilling to close his eyes with full regret.