C821 An Unkillable Cockroach
C821 An Unkillable Cockroach
Swoosh! The short and ugly old man swung his blade at Lan Tian's neck.
Swoosh! Lan Tian didn't even look at the blade that was coming at him. Instead, he threw a heavy punch at the old man's Dantian.
Both of them had used all their strength in their lives. They also desperately wanted to defeat each other before their opponent could defeat them.
"Mr Lan!" Sicily was stunned. She subconsciously hugged the thin wood tightly and cried out in shock.
"Lan Tian, be careful!" Hong Meiying, whose golden core had been kicked to pieces, struggled to get up and cried out in alarm.
"Great God Yang, be careful that his body will devour swords and sabers!" At this critical moment, the long-faced Great Elder of the White Flower Palace who was standing behind warned loudly.
Just now, because the old man had closed his eyes to cultivate, he didn't see Lan Tian's body or the sword that had swallowed the red mist. However, the Great Elder saw it clearly, which was why he reminded him loudly.
At this time, the old man's blade was almost at Lan Tian's neck. When he heard this, he put his speed to the fastest. He fell to the ground and narrowly avoided Lan Tian's punch.
He asked Lan Tian in shock, "Kid, can your body really devour swords and sabers?"
Lan Tian thought to himself, What a pity. If I had hit him just now, this old man would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Hearing this question, he endured the great pain in his body and said while gasping, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
The old man glared at him, "Nonsense, of course I want to hear the truth."
Lan Tian took another breath and said, "The truth is that I can swallow the sword, but not the saber. So you just missed the good opportunity to kill me! "
The old man was furious. He turned around and cursed at the long-faced Great Elder, "Damn it, you idiot! You ruined my plan! Go to hell!"
He slapped the long-faced Great Elder's head from a distance. The latter's head fell to the ground and rolled a few meters away.
It scared the rest of the people from the White Flower Palace, and they all screamed as they fled. Now that the Vice Palace Master and the Great Elder were dead, these guys had the idea of joining another sect.
The old man didn't care about the thoughts of these guys from the White Flower Palace. After killing the Great Elder with a slap, he pointed the huge blade in his hand at Lan Tian.
He shouted loudly, "Kid, I have no grudges with you, but you killed my pregnant wife. If I don't kill you today, I will take your surname! Kid, look at the blade!
This time, Lan Tian stood there without moving, quietly waiting for the old man to rush over.
It was not that Lan Tian was calm, but that he did not have the strength to rush up. One should know that he had just killed Hongyun, and it was because of his anger that he killed her.
However, not only did the injuries on his body not heal at all, they were even more serious because of the intense channeling just now.
If not for the fact that he had already mastered the Natural Technique and used all the Spiritual Qi in nature to wash his body continuously, he would not even be able to stand up at this moment.
Seeing Lan Tian standing there, he calmly waited for him to rush over. The old man snorted coldly. When he was about to rush in front of Lan Tian, the saber in his hand was suddenly thrown at Hong Meiying, who was struggling to get up.
The old man wasn't stupid. Since he knew that Lan Tian's body could devour swords, he naturally wouldn't raise the broadsword to attack Lan Tian. What if Lan Tian could still use the Swallowing Sword?
The reason he killed the Great Elder who reminded him earlier was to use this method to numb Lan Tian, making him think that he was still using the saber to attack.
The reason why he threw the saber at Hong Meiying was to distract Lan Tian's attention.
If Lan Tian went to save Hong Meiying, he would definitely take the opportunity to kill Lan Tian.
Of course, even if Lan Tian did not save Hong Meiying, his mood would be disturbed by him.
Lan Tian was a person who would repay kindness. Hong Meiying had picked Duan Xue up from the desolate mountain. How could Lan Tian not repay such a great kindness?
Furthermore, Hong Meiying's golden core had exploded because of him just now. How could he just watch Hong Meiying get stabbed to death by the huge golden blade?
Without thinking, his body flashed and used his body to block the huge golden blade.
The reason why he used his body to catch the big golden blade was because he was ready to make a move to fight with the old man. Another reason was that his body could devour swords and sabers, so of course, he didn't need to use his hand to catch it.
"Don't!" Hong Meiying was shocked and forgot that Lan Tian could devour swords and sabers. She subconsciously screamed.
The old man saw Lan Tian's body flash and the large golden saber stabbed into Lan Tian's heart. At the same time, he heard Hong Meiying's scream. He was extremely pleased with himself. He roared loudly, and threw a fierce punch at Lan Tian.
As for Lan Tian, his body was already weak to begin with. However, after swallowing the huge golden blade, his spirit was instantly lifted.
One should know that this was an Immortal Blade that was enhanced by a huge amount of energy. This energy was deadly to other Immortals. But to Lan Tian, it was a great supplement.
Thus, the old man felt sad. He was supposed to kill Lan Tian with a single punch, but in the end, both of their fists collided violently in the air. Both of them were sent flying more than ten meters away at the same time.
At the same time, they fell to the ground and vomited blood. This time, Lan Tian vomited five times, and the old man also vomited three times.
"Again!" What frightened the old man was that just as he spat out blood, Lan Tian's eyes turned red again. He gritted his teeth and stood up.
Even though his body was on the verge of collapse, like a gust of wind blowing, he would fall. However, his spirit of not fearing death had shocked the old man all of a sudden.
One had to know that the longer one lived, the more powerful one's martial arts were, the more afraid one was of death. And the ones who were truly unafraid of death were usually the young and rash ones.
Although Lan Tian was older than the young and rash ones, his spirit of not being afraid of death was even greater.
No matter how one put it, the soft ones were afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones were afraid of the poor ones, the poor ones were afraid of the bad ones, the bad ones were afraid of the bad ones, and the bad ones were afraid of the bad ones. The bad ones were afraid of the bad ones, and the bad ones were afraid of those who didn't care about their lives.
The old man was domineering right now, and Lan Tian didn't care about his life. When the old man saw Lan Tian's determination to fight to the death, he instantly felt a shiver run down his spine.
Plus, now that he's hurt, he won't be able to fight to the end.
He crawled up with great difficulty in fear, and cursed at Lan Tian, "Damn it! Are you crazy, sand eagle? Don't forget that your enemy is that b * tch, Red Mist!"
"Now that you've killed that b * tch, why are you still biting me? Do I have a grudge with you?"
Lan Tian was stunned by his scolding. He said with some dissatisfaction, "Didn't you attack me first?"
The old man took a breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He scolded angrily, "Damn it, I want to know that you are like an unkillable cockroach. Why should I provoke you?"
Lan Tian was at the end of his rope. He was just trying to hold on. As long as the old man launched another attack, he would die for sure.
Of course, he didn't want to fight anymore. He coughed twice. He spat out another mouthful of blood and took a deep breath before asking coldly, "Are you going to fight now or not? If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then get lost!"