Chapter 119 Heads
After the words of four thousand taels fell, Tuoba Rong's anger increased a bit, and the long hair behind his head was blown by the true qi.
He was really like a furious man.
The true qi in his body kept flowing, like a raging sun. It was no wonder that two people could block three Buddhists with such power. Tuoba Rong no longer hesitated, stepped heavily on the ground, splashing snowflakes all over the sky, and the power of heaven and earth surged on his fist. He disappeared in an instant, and his huge fist went straight to Zhao Jue's face.
Zhao Jue did not dare to be careless, and also circulated the true qi. His hands were overflowing with light green true qi, and he slapped out a palm lightly, catching Tuoba Rong's amazing fist.
After the true qi of the two collided, they did not stalemate for long, and the two separated in an instant. Tuoba Rong stepped back three steps, while Zhao Jue only took a small step back to adjust his pace. It was obvious that the quality and weight of Zhao Jue's true qi were much higher than Tuoba Rong's.
Tuoba Rong, who stood firm, was secretly surprised. He didn't expect Zhao Jue to hide so deeply. With such a magnificent true energy, he actually let Bu Xiu go back safely. It seems that he is also a scheming person. His situation is not good!
Zhao Jue will not give Tuoba Rong time to think. He must cling to him and expand his advantage when he has an advantage. He will beat the dog when it is down like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves!
The pace under his feet changed, and Zhao Jue moved while the true energy was flowing. Light green true energy appeared on his hands again, chasing the stars and catching the moon. There were many figures in the original place, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.
Before Tuoba Rong could tell which one of the figures was the real person, Zhao Jue's light green palm was only one step away. Tuoba Rong widened his eyes and could only throw a punch to deal with it in a hurry.
Originally, he was not as good as Zhao Jue. How could he resist in a hurry? The moment the fist touched the palm, Tuoba Rong only felt a strange and magnificent true energy coming, and his condensed true energy was instantly shaken away. The whole person was pushed out, and after crashing into two bare trees, he fell powerlessly in the snow, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He stood up with great strength, and more than a dozen knives came through the wind, aiming at the acupuncture points on Tuoba Rong's body. Tuoba Rong did not dare to be careless, and rolled to the side without caring about other things. Although this roll avoided most of the flying knives, there were still a few flying knives that cut through his clothes, leaving several deep blood marks on Tuoba Rong's body.
"Ah!" Tuoba Rong was sweating in pain, and the strangest thing was that he felt that he smelled a burst of flower fragrance. But this is winter, in the snowy mountains and wild ridges, how can there be flowers blooming? Not to mention smelling the fragrance of flowers.
Before he could sense the true energy in his body, several flying knives were almost in front of him. Tuoba Rong roared, and the true energy in his body poured out like water, and he punched down the flying knives with a few punches.
As soon as the flying knife was knocked down, Zhao followed the flying knife out, still with the familiar light green palm, gently pushing out, like a spring breeze blowing in the face.
Although this palm was light, it was extremely fast, and it seemed to contain a vast amount of true energy, in Tuoba Rong's eyes.
He couldn't block it!
This was the only thought in Tuoba Rong's mind, but he had just punched the flying knife down, and now it was an awkward situation where the old strength was gone and the new strength had not yet been born. Tuoba Rong wanted to dodge but couldn't, so he could only muster up his true energy and punch as hard as he could.
A trapped beast's fight! Zhao couldn't help but sneer, Laozi carefully designed it for this moment, if I really let you block it easily, wouldn't it make me look incompetent? This is absolutely not allowed!
Thinking of this, Zhao's palm slightly tilted, separated Tuoba Rong's fist, and the other hand quickly slapped out, breaking Tuoba Rong's body-protecting true energy, and slapped Tuoba Rong hard.
"Open the monument!"
As Zhao Jue finished speaking, Tuoba Rong flew backwards like a cooked prawn, spraying a cloud of bright red blood mist in the air. He drew a deep mark on the snow, dragged for a long distance, and finally fell on his back with his face up.
"I'm dead!" Blood was already flowing out of Tuoba Rong's mouth and nostrils. The innate energy poured into his body, causing his innate energy to become disordered. A trace of strange innate energy even penetrated into various acupuncture points, making it difficult for him to even circulate his innate energy.
Just as he took a breath and eased the pain in his body, several flying knives arrived as promised and hit Tuoba Rong's body. Tuoba Rong groaned and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood from his mouth, but this blood was no longer scarlet, but black.
"You put poison on the flying knife? Damn, the Qi people are just bastards, they only know how to do this kind of despicable tricks!"
"What are you talking about? We are fighting for life and death, and any trick that can kill people is a good trick! You don't think you can beat me without poison, right? No way?" In the darkness, there was no anger in Zhao Jue's voice, only endless ridicule and mockery.
After saying that, Zhao Jue slowly walked out of the darkness and stopped five steps away from Tuoba Rong. His face was still indifferent, as if killing Tuoba Rong was just a trivial matter.
Tuoba Rong's eyes were a little black, and he had no strength in his body. Black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes. It was obvious that he had been poisoned. Seeing Zhao Jue who was still alert to him in the distance, Tuoba Rong felt very sad. At this time, he was still so cautious. It seemed that his death was not unjust.
"Can you tell me what kind of poison this is?" Tuoba Rong asked tentatively after swallowing the blood in his mouth.
"Tang Sect's poison." Zhao Jue always liked to satisfy the dead's curiosity, after all, the dead are best at keeping secrets.
After knowing the answer he wanted to know, Tuoba Rong's eyes slightly flashed with extremely hidden cunning. A large mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes widened uncontrollably, the skin on his face changed color, his chest bulged high, and after a long breath, he died with his eyes open.
Zhao stood in the snow and looked at Tuoba Rong motionlessly for a while before he flung out a few flying knives. Seeing that Tuoba Rong did not even react at all, he took out the Tang sword from the space and went forward to cut off Tuoba Rong's head.
Then he moved Tuoba Rong's body, and there were indeed a few characters written crookedly on the palm under his body. Zhao's mouth corners were slightly curved, and he sneered lightly, and his true energy blew away the snow on the ground.
After carefully checking the surroundings and making sure that there were no other traces left, he sent a signal to the sky. After the signal rose to the sky, it illuminated a snowy area. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Zhao walked back with the bloody head.
As soon as the signal rose, the two groups of people decisively distanced themselves. Zhang Chongjing and others glanced at the three panting Buddhists, signaled them to go first with their eyes, and they used their true energy to look at the people on the opposite side.
Wanyan Zhen stared at Zhang Chongjing and quietly made a gesture to Bu Xiu behind him. Bu Xiu understood and flew towards Tuoba Rong.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Chongjing decisively shouted "Let's go!"
After speaking, Zhang Chongjing turned around quickly and appeared in the distance. He Miaocong and Lin Yiyan had already circulated their true energy as soon as Bu Xiu left and walked in front of Zhang Chongjing.
On the other side, the four people had not figured out the situation yet, and they didn't even want to chase him. They stood there in the snow waiting for Bu Xiu to come back.
After a while, Bu Xiu's panicked voice came from afar.
"Tuo... Tuoba Rong... He..."
"Dead!"