Exploring Weird Lands: Playing as Unshakable Bilian at the beginning

"Then if I knock him out, won't there be a backlash?"

Chu Lan glared at Lin Jingzhe, and found that Zhang Qilin on the other side had already ran a kilometer without saying a word, and his head was covered with black lines.

That's right, Zhang Qilin doesn't have any way to defend against spells, so it's better to run first when encountering such a situation.

Around Huang Aiguo, a vacuum zone was formed.

These blood rains seem to have eyes, and they deliberately avoid him and Takahashi Rende.

Takahashi Hitoshi's body, which fell on the ground before, instantly changed from a scorched black body to white bones after bathing in the blood rain.

White smoke billowed from the surrounding land, and even some small animals on the ground died suddenly after being drenched in blood.

The corrosiveness and toxicity of this blood rain are so terrifying.

Chu Lan didn't delay any longer, and ran towards the weak Huang Aiguo against the rain of blood.

"Lightning in the palm of your hand!"

Thunder and lightning pierced through the dark blood-colored world, and hit the weak Huang Aiguo hard.

Lin Jingzhe on the side didn't care about the situation of the battle, Huang Aiguo had already pretended to be like this, how could he still be able to raise his combat effectiveness?

An inexplicable smile floated on his face: "A sip of blood is equivalent to flying six times in a row, whoever pens the blood is worth it?"

To be precise, among the monks in ancient times, very few people used the method of blood essence to activate the exercises. This method is equivalent to burning vitality, and only the so-called magicians would use this method.

A true practitioner is one who is in harmony with heaven, earth and man, who stresses letting nature take its course, does not force anything, does not fight with others, fights if he can, and throws if he can't.

Sure enough, Huang Aiguo, who was extremely weak, couldn't handle a move at all. Black smoke was rising from his whole body, the rain of blood on his head trembled violently, and disappeared in an instant. He twitched again and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Now his aura is exhausted to the extreme, like an old man in his dying years, he may fall down at any time.

The three-to-seven hair that was combed before was shiny, but now it has become an afro, and the gold-rimmed glasses burst from the middle and broke in two.

"If you want to be framed, you have to practice your skills first, you say you... this, this, this..."

Chu Lan pointed at Huang Aiguo, pretending to be innocent: "It's not good to frame him, but he made himself into this kind of virtue."

"And what did you learn in the Sun God Country? It's neither fish nor fowl, don't you know that many of their spells come from China? These things are all spicy chicken things used by ancient Chinese alchemists."

Indeed, many techniques of the Sun God Kingdom are similar to the magic cultivators among the ancient Chinese monks.

The magic cultivator here does not refer to people in the magic way, but to describe those who go astray for cultivation.

It is true that the speed of magic cultivation is extremely fast, and a master comparable to a celestial master can be cultivated in three to five months, but this kind of fighting method fueled by vitality comes at the cost of short survival.

This time, Huang Aiguo couldn't recover for a year or so.

"Winners and losers! Whatever you say is what you say!"

Huang Aiguo's expression changed again and again when he was ridiculed, but he still insisted: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you!"

"Why kill you? People like you will eventually receive fate's revenge."

Chu Lan shook her head disdainfully, then looked at Gaoqiao Rende: "What? Are you here to seek revenge?"

"Yes!"

The people of the Sun God Kingdom were not as unbearable as they imagined. At least Takahashi Rentoku still had the courage to puff up his chest and talk to him after seeing his strong fighting power.

"You killed my brother, Takahashi Shimizu!"

"My elder brother Takahashi and I came here to look for you. My elder brother was defeated and died at your hands, leaving no bones left. Even so, I will fight to the death with you!"

Holding the three sword hilts, he shouted loudly: "Come on, fight me to the death!"

……

He thought very clearly that if he died in the hands of Chu Lan, then warriors of the Beichen lineage would erect a stone monument for him, and his tombstone would be worshiped by a new generation of Beichen successors every year. This is a supreme honor !

Chu Lan shook her head and rejected his solemn challenge: "Forget it, you are not my opponent."

"This is a samurai's request, you insult me!"

Takahashi Rentoku was furious immediately, and he drew his sword forward: "Please fight me!"

"I'm an explorer, not a warrior."

Chu Lan shrugged: "You of the Beichen lineage can blackmail people, and even frame them, what kind of warrior spirit."

After finishing speaking, he, Zhang Qilin and Lin Jingzhe walked down the mountain.

The veins on Takahashi Rentoku's forehead popped out.

So insulting!

He firmly held the knife and pointed at Huang Aiguo who was twitching on the ground: "Didn't you say that you can help me deal with Chu Lan?"

"You die for me!"

His eyes were red, and he stabbed Huang Aiguo's chest with the knife.

Although Huang Aiguo looked miserable, he was still calm.

The moment Takahashi Rentoku's knife came in, he snapped his fingers.

A young man dressed in Bai nationality appeared from behind him, his face was expressionless, a burst of light flew out, the ancient knife flew out from Takahashi Rende's hand, and landed firmly in the young man's hand.

"Grass Pheasant Sword? Not bad."

The boy was playing with the first-class artifact of the Sun God Kingdom, his eyes were full of joy.

"no!"

Takahashi Rende yelled, if the Kusaozhi sword is lost, his Takahashi family will no longer have a foothold in the Beichen lineage.

He drew out another pair of "fangs" and shot at the young man, but the young man's body gradually darkened and disappeared.

"Ninja?"

A bad premonition rose in Takahashi Rentoku's heart.

Sure enough, when he turned his head, the Grass Pheasant Sword landed firmly on his neck.

"Your swordsmanship is too low-level. No wonder that Chinese man is unwilling to fight with you."

The boy grabbed the shoulders of his clothes and pulled them suddenly, turning into a black tights.