Chapter 293 Woodcutter Technique

Duan Rong's eyes were cold as he pulled out the Minghong Knife from the back of the fortune teller's head.

The tip of the Minghong Knife was covered with a layer of sticky brains. Duan Rong infused his inner breath, shook the blade, and threw the brains on the ground.

Duan Rong sheathed the knife and looked around.

He had thought of a plan before, and he immediately implemented it without any hesitation.

This dilapidated temple actually has two entrances and exits. In addition to the temple gate, there is also a collapsed corner of it, but it is made of bricks and rubble, and the collapsed hole is narrow, making it inconvenient to enter and exit.

Duan Rong suddenly bent down, reached out and tore off the trouser leg of his right leg, then flashed and hung the rag in his hand on the broken and protruding wooden spikes of a broken pillar in the collapsed hole.

The mountain wind poured in, and the rag moved against the wind...

Duan Rong wanted to create an illusion that he killed the fortune teller in the ruined temple and then escaped from the collapsed cave...

As for his real hiding place, Duan Rong's eyes were already fixed on the dusty jar next to the statue of the ruined temple...

Duan Rong felt that the jar was too conspicuous next to the statue, so he stepped over, reached into the jar with his big hand, lifted the jar from the inner wall, and placed it in a dark corner in the shade of the ruined temple.

There was no light in that place, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see that there was a dusty jar in that corner.

Duan Rong put the jar in place and put one foot in it, and then his whole body crackled and shrunk in circles. After two breaths, he twisted his whole body a little bit and entered the jar.

This was Duan Rong's plan, using the bone shrinking skill to hide in the jar in this ruined temple. In this way, even if someone searched the ruined temple, they would never notice him.

Duan Rong did not choose to escape directly. First, he was afraid that he could not escape. The Filthy Blood Sect had laid such a large net, who knew if there were people who could help.

Second, he did not want to leave just like that. What if his people won in the end? Although the people of the Filthy Blood Sect were powerful, those envoys of the sect were not vegetarians.

He hid in this jar, but he could release his consciousness to explore the situation outside.

Not only could he ensure his own safety, but he could also respond at any time, advancing or retreating.

If they won, he would leave the jar. He killed the fortune teller and was considered to have killed the enemy. For such a big case, the sect might reward him.

If the Filthy Blood Sect killed all their people, Duan Rong would hide in this jar and come out after everyone had dispersed.

If it was the second case, Duan Rong would not go back to Xiangu County.

In such a big case, everyone died. How did he survive? He could not explain it clearly. Whether it is the sect or the government, they will focus on examining him.

How can he withstand such an examination?

If it is the second case, Duan Rong is ready to run away, change places, live incognito for a while.

When the storm is over, he will use the silver in the Wild Boar Mountain stronghold to find a way to get himself an identity.

Three years later, he will participate in the selection of registered disciples of the sect again with a new identity.

He doesn't believe that he will be so unlucky again? !

Duan Rong hid in the altar of the ruined temple. The only thing he was worried about at this time was Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan. He didn't scan them at all after a spiritual sense exploration.

There were only Tao Rong and Lu Qingzhu around him.

Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan were probably in the wild on the other side of the official road. Duan Rong had no idea about the situation over there, and there were many powerful enemies outside. To be honest, in this melee, the strong men in the true qi realm were the main force, and he was just cannon fodder.

Duan Rong knew very well that at this moment he could only save himself, not others. If he got carried away and tried to force his way through the official road filled with black smoke to save Xiao Yu on the other side, it was very likely that he would not be able to save Xiao Yu at all, and he would die!

It was too chaotic outside, and he had no idea how many people the Filthy Blood Cult had dispatched this time...

Tao Rong jumped out of the thick black smoke and landed on the field beside the official road.

He was panting, with a lot of snot and tears. The black smoke was mixed with poison powder, and he reacted a little slower and inhaled a little...

Tao Rong blew his nose, and just as he looked up, he saw a man flashing out from behind a big tree not far from him.

The man was about forty years old, with a firm face and bright eyes. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt and had nothing in his hands. His face was deeply wrinkled and his hands were covered with calluses.

This man walked slowly, and his expression was like that of an honest and taciturn old farmer from a nearby village.

He stood not far from Tao Rong, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Are you Tao Rong?"

Tao Rong was shocked. In this wilderness, how could an ordinary farmer call out his name right away?

Moreover, there was a lot of smoke and noise here, but this man was calm and not panicked at all. How could he be an ordinary farmer?

Tao Rong did not answer, but drew out his weapon, with the blade across his body, and his eyes rolled around, because he had heard the sound of iron colliding everywhere, and it was obvious that the fight was not only here...

The old farmer saw Tao Rong like this, and laughed: "You are quite careful? You have a fair complexion, but it's a pity that you are not a woman. What's the use of being so beautiful?"

As the old farmer said this, he pulled out a chopping knife from his waist.

This axe is the blade he usually uses to chop wood in the yard, or it can also be said to be a farm tool.

He has used this knife for nearly thirty years. Every time he holds it, he feels like his other hand, communicating with each other without any obstacles.

The old farmer held the axe in his hand, and suddenly took small and quick steps. The shadow of the knife was like a silk thread, and a black light flashed, and he chopped Tao Rong on the head.

Tao Rong had a hard fight with Duan Rong at the Elite Selection Meeting. After returning, he meditated for several days and had already broken through to the realm of subtlety.

He was shocked when he saw the old farmer's slash!

The old farmer took strange small steps, but his speed was surprisingly fast, and this slash was simple and steady, without any fancy, obviously a martial artist with a high level of realm.

Both of them were in the realm of subtlety, and they fought each other in an instant.

As soon as they fought, the old farmer clenched his teeth. The information given by Ge Qingchuan was wrong. How could Tao Rong be in the realm of great success? Has he already reached the realm of subtlety?

Although both of them were very skilled, the old farmer was obviously better than Tao Rong.

The old farmer's wood-chopping knife technique had been practiced for many years and had already reached a certain level of perfection.

In fact, it was originally just a few energy-saving moves that he had learned from chopping wood for a long time.

But later he joined the Filthy Blood Sect, practiced the Filthy Blood Divine Art, and also inherited some martial arts from the sect.

As he practiced, he integrated those wood-chopping moves into it, forming a strange knife technique.

Later, after achieving the great success realm, he abandoned the complicated martial arts and only kept those wood-chopping moves. He used them in turn, and the power increased greatly. From then on, he called this knife technique the wood-chopping knife technique and practiced it every day!

Tao Rong saw that he was at a disadvantage. The old farmer's knife technique seemed clumsy, but it was actually strong and powerful. He knew that if he continued to fight for such a long time, he would die!

Tao Rong suddenly shook his sleeves, and three thin darts suddenly shot out!

The old farmer flipped his axe and was about to knock down the three thin darts shot at him, but at this moment, the dart in the middle suddenly exploded, and three thinner darts burst out from it, shooting straight at the old farmer's face!

The old farmer's face suddenly turned black, his scalp was like an electric shock, and the blood lines around his body suddenly burst out!

The blood lines burst out from the pores of the old farmer's body, like exploding hair!

Once the blood lines came out, they were like living things, and instantly gathered at the old farmer's face, blocking the three thin darts that burst out!

The old farmer pulled a black face and glared at Tao Rong.

Tao Rong looked at the old farmer in front of him, who looked like a red-haired ghost with strange blood lines floating around him...

The blood lines were floating and wriggling, and the color was like a leech full of blood, dark red and dripping...

"Filthy blood... demon..."

At this moment, Tao Rong's speech was a little stuttering.

He was a child of aristocratic family, and naturally knew a lot of secrets of the Filthy Blood Sect, but this was the first time he saw a real Filthy Blood Demon. Seeing the densely suspended, strange, terrifying, and disgusting blood lines...

Tao Rong's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

At the moment of the explosion on the official road, he was still wondering, what kind of bandits were so bold that they dared to attack even the sect's envoy?

Now he finally understood that this was an ambush organized by the Filthy Blood Sect!

It was to kill them!

There were faint sounds of iron colliding all around, which showed that they were all caught in a big melee...

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It was the person in front of him. He was not his opponent to begin with. Now, with that strange blood line, he could actually protect his body instantly. His chances of winning were slimmer!

Tao Rong figured out the strategy in an instant. He could only guard the gate and delay until the other battlefields were decided. Maybe there would be a envoy from the sect to rescue him.

After all, the mission of the envoy from the sect was to protect their group of registered disciples!

But Tao Rong obviously thought too much. After the blood line burst, the old farmer was as ferocious as a beast. Because he was protected by the blood from the dirty blood magic, he had no scruples and fought like chopping wood!

He jumped up and chopped Tao Rong on the head!

Tao Rong saw that he was covered with blood and was about to dodge, but the old farmer chopped him down with a knife, and then he took advantage of the situation and cut off a large piece of flesh from Tao Rong's crotch who turned around to dodge.

The old farmer saw the blood, his eyes shot out, and he leaped forward, slashing at Tao Rong!

Tao Rong dodged the blade, and the old farmer actually turned his body to the side and crashed into Tao Rong's arms!

The two rolled down, and the large blood line covered Tao Rong's face, squirming sticky and slippery...

Tao Rong was nauseated and terrified, and in a panic, he drew his knife and chopped, but his blade was blocked by the blood line!

Almost as he fell to the ground, the old farmer rolled his arms, turned around and chopped Tao Rong with a knife!

Tao Rong saw the knife coming, and his right leg suddenly kicked the ground, his body tilted, and stood up, trying to avoid the knife!

But the old farmer seemed to have expected his action, and also kicked the ground with his right leg, jumped up instantly, tilted his body, and floated backwards!

The actions of the two were like being carved out of the same mold, uniform, but the old farmer's blade was already approaching!

Tao Rong was old and could not change in time. Seeing that he could not avoid the knife, he had to turn his body to the side and sacrifice his arm to save his life!

The old farmer's knife was sharp and sharp. With one knife, he cut off Tao Rong's entire left arm. With blood flying, the two fell to the ground almost at the same time!

A broken arm fell on the grass between the two people...

Tao Rong stood with a knife, sweating all over his head, his face pale, and his eyes terrified. He begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Sir, can you spare my life! My Tao family has quite a lot of property in Xiangu County, I am willing to give it all to you!"

"What industry? Can it be compared to the Dirty Blood Divine Art!"

The old farmer didn't want to waste time talking to him and attacked again!

Tao Rong was seriously injured and unable to support himself. The old farmer knocked his weapon away and cut off his head in one blow!

The flesh at the broken part of his neck trembled, and blood splashed all over the old farmer's face. Some blood splashed on the blood threads floating around the old farmer. Those blood threads squirmed, like the water in the sand, and instantly swallowed up the blood...

The old farmer jumped up, grabbed Tao Rong's head in mid-air, and landed gracefully.

He thought, and the blood threads floating and squirming around his body instantly shrank back into his body like a frightened living thing.

The old farmer did not use the blood threads to suck the blood out of Tao Rong's body.

He was different from the fortune teller. The fortune teller's Dirty Blood Divine Art had not even achieved the first level, but his Dirty Blood Divine Art had already achieved the second level!

Therefore, when he fought with Tao Rong just now, he didn't consume any blood in his body. Because every time you achieve a level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, you need to practice blood, which is equivalent to improving the quality of the blood in your body.

The old farmer grabbed Tao Rong's head and laughed strangely.

Tao Rong was not dead yet, his eyelids opened and closed, his lips were pale and trembling...

The old farmer looked at Tao Rong's severed head, and his lower abdomen was hot.

Killing often stimulated his desire, and Ge Qingchuan's slender waist and smiling face flashed through his mind.

He really wanted to know the answer to the question that Fan Hanzhou asked Ge Qingchuan.

Is she a virgin?

The old farmer licked his lips fiercely, and at this moment he seemed to have returned to those crazy nights in the dark mountains...

He joined the Dirty Blood Sect because of an accidental opportunity, and it has been nine years.

Originally, a traveling doctor who passed by the village treated him and said that he had an incurable disease, but there was a way to save him. I wonder if he dared to try it.

At that time, his life was hanging by a thread, so naturally he had no taboos.

From then on, he unconsciously joined the Dirty Blood Sect. It was not until a year later that he gradually realized that he had joined the Dirty Blood Sect and practiced the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

He was originally an inconspicuous farmer in the village. Since he started practicing the Dirty Blood Divine Art, he often went to kidnap farm girls from nearby villages late at night.

Once he succeeded, he jumped into the mountains not far away and practiced on the spot. After completing the blood training, he sucked the girl into a dry corpse and buried her on the mountain, and burned her clothes, shoes and socks...

Relying on the cover of his identity as a farmer and his method of destroying corpses and traces, he succeeded repeatedly and achieved the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art in a few years.

You know, Wei Yutian is a true qi realm warrior, and he is very wealthy, but he has only just achieved the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

The old farmer carried Tao Rong's severed head and walked to the edge of the dense forest.

The severed head was a clear proof of his achievements. He wanted to give it to Ge Qingchuan in exchange for the next level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

Since he achieved the second level, he has not practiced for the past two or three years because he has not yet obtained the third level of the art.

Therefore, in the past few years, he has not kidnapped girls from nearby villages. Some girls have grown up and are very tempting. He has been unable to restrain himself for a long time.

But when he thought that without the art, kidnapping would only be a waste and he could not practice. He had to suppress his restless desire...

Now, he can finally have meat again. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with enthusiasm...