V1.Chapter 20

The flames were blazing.

In the blazing air, a huge tree slowly toppled, banged on the ground, and the splashing sparks caused more chaos.

The head of the Eight Legged spider made a sharp howl, which was almost to pierce people's eardrums.

This is its territory, its home, but now it has been burned out. Everything in front of it made it very angry.

Unlike ordinary Eight Legged spiders, it is not afraid of fire. At the same time, the spider silk has qualitative change and improvement, and it is completely not afraid of combustion.

The culprit is at hand, and it wants to pour all its anger on these two people!

Zidi has been trapped by the cobweb, and she is just black iron, not worried.

The only thing to worry about is needle gold.

The boy's breath - Eight Legged spider leader is also a little uncertain.

The Eight Legged spider leader shrouded all his killing intentions on needle gold.

It shoots more and more spider silk at needle gold.

At first, only the spear and the boy's hands were bound by spider silk. Soon, layers of spider silk wrapped around the whole body of Zhen Jin, and even began to cover his ears and nose.

If at this time, there is a dagger to cut off the spider silk, needle gold can get rid of this dilemma.

But no!

Huang Zao had a chance to throw the dagger, but he didn't!

Therefore, needle gold fell into a desperate situation.

Sharp tools are the key to getting out of trouble at this moment.

Or if the long sword had been in the hands of needle gold, it would be easy to solve this situation.

Even without a long sword, a machete is OK.

In short, it's not a spear.

Needle gold suddenly made a force in the cobweb, and he hasn't given up!

Although his strength increased, he was far from reaching the limit of the spider web and could not break free.

The result of the attempt made needle gold feel a little desperate.

If you can't break free with all your strength, there is basically no hope. Random struggle will only make the spider silk more and more tight, just like falling into quicksand. A worthless attempt will make death come faster.

Needle gold was still, and his thoughts flashed, trying to find a good way out of trouble.

Layers of spider silk wrapped up, looking at the seemingly fateful boy, the Eight Legged spider leader deliberately close to the boy's face. At the top of the ferocious mouthparts, there are a dozen eyeballs piled up closely.

The spider's eyes are staring at pin Jin, and its mouthparts are slightly opened and closed, making a squeaking sound, as if the spider leader is sneering at pin Jin!

It wants to ravage this boy well, it wants to pierce it and let the blood run dry. At the same time, it also wants to inject spider venom into needle gold's body, watching the venom erode, watching the boy decay from inside to outside, and finally it sucks up the rotten teenagers as many as possible, not leaving any drops, and filling them in its belly.

This is the end of offending it!

Needle gold didn't struggle, clenched her teeth, and was forced to look at the head of the spider.

The two sides are face to face, only a few steps away.

The head of the spider raised the two contact feet at the front end. The slender front end of the contact feet was as sharp as a gun or a sword, and easily penetrated the spider web.

Immediately, the needle snorted, and he felt that the two touching feet were like daggers, trying to stab through his back.

The lock armor works to resist these two feet.

Such hindrance further angered the spider leader.

It pulled the spider silk hard, and the distance between the needle gold and it was instantly shortened, and the width between the eyes was almost only a palm.

Zhi -!

The mouth of the spider leader was wide open, and a strong sour stench sprayed on the face of needle gold.

At the same time, a large amount of green viscous liquid, like saliva, flows out of the mouthparts.

Zhen Jin stared wide, almost thinking that the spider leader was going to devour his brain!

But the next moment, the spider leader slightly relaxed his strength, his mouth converged, and shook his head at the needle gold.

Needle gold unexpectedly saw a joke and brutal smile on the spider's face.

His heart was cold, and he immediately understood that the spider in front of him was simply trying to intimidate him, torture him, slowly concoct him, and let him fully enjoy the pain. Listen to his screams and howls, watch him struggle and step into death bit by bit!

The pressure on the lock armour increased, and finally reached the limit. The lock armour could not support, and was pierced by the spider's sharp feet.

The latter smoothly stabbed into the flesh of needle gold.

The boy felt cold at first, and then pain hit.

In addition to the intense pain, there is also the incisive fear.

Needle gold can clearly feel the follow-up path of these two feet. After they pierced the outermost skin and flesh, one foot continued to go deep, at a very slow speed, and began to endanger the internal organs of the juvenile. And the other one was blocked and hit the rib.

The spider leader kept exerting force, and the rib of needle gold was only slightly blocked, and then it broke.

"Ah!" Pain came, and Zhen Jin couldn't help but roar, and his handsome face twisted in an instant.

The flame continued to burn, and the light of the fire reflected on the face of needle gold. At the moment, the boy was as ferocious as a devil.

The spider leader enjoyed it quietly, and a dozen eyeballs perfectly reflected the boy's expression at the moment. But what disappointed the spider leader was that he didn't notice any cowardice and pleading emotions of needle gold - only anger and hatred!

The fire in Zhijin's heart burns more vigorously than the forest fires around it.

"Ah ah!" Under the torture of the spider leader, he issued a continuous low roar.

His head seemed to burst, and a new scene of memory suddenly emerged.

The perimeter of the martial arts contest was full of people.

The duel in the competition field is also coming to an end.

"It really deserves to be the Great Southern aristocracy!" A teenager was cornered.

He had injuries on his body, some of which were deeply visible, and he was extremely embarrassed.

It is the Templar Qingkui.

His opponent was a middle-aged man, with a long and slender beard, unharmed. He slightly raised his head, leisurely, almost paced in front of Qingkui.

Zhen Jin found himself in the crowd, looking nervously at the two people in the field.

His eyes were mainly on the middle-aged man.

Because this man is his father, the patriarch of the hundred needle family!

Beside Zhen Jin, there were also many colleagues of the Knights Templar, all of whom were familiar faces.

"Qingkui, if you can't, just admit defeat!"

"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, and it is not shameful to lose."

"Think of your sister, Qingkui. Don't be stubborn."

The young Templars were shouting.

Qingkui's sister is also outside the court. At the moment, her face is pale, without a trace of blood color, and her delicate body trembles, like a poor flower in the storm.

Qing Kui took a deep breath, staggered to stand up, tried his best to lift the sword in his hand, and once again met the hundred needle patriarch.

"Alas!" The crowd sighed heavily.

"This duel was put forward by Qing Kui on his own initiative. It's more difficult for a guy like him to admit defeat on his own initiative than pulling a dragon back."

"What can I do?"

"Even if the young Kui takes the initiative to admit defeat, it depends on whether the hundred needle clan leader is willing to let him go."

"Yes, Qing Kui's father and grandfather died in that battle, both in the hands of the hundred needle family. The two families have too deep hatred."

Qingkui shouted and launched a useless charge again.

The hundred needle clan leader dodged easily, and with a gentle stir of the stabbing sword in his hand, he stirred the long sword in Qingkui's hand away.

Qiang.

The long sword flew into the air and immediately fell to the ground. The green front cut into the marble and inserted it behind the green Kui.

The strength contrast is very obvious.

Qing Kui's sister could no longer bear it. She begged the knight old man who presided over the duel: "Uncle commander, please, for the sake of our two families' love for many years, please help my brother."

This old knight is the head of the fifth order of the Knights Templar.

He snorted coldly and looked unhappy: "this is a holy duel between knights, fair and just, never biased!"

He looked at Qingkui's sister with a sharp eye: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he didn't even listen to my head, and insisted on challenging the hundred needle patriarch."

"Hum, how old is he, how strong is he? How much practical experience does he have? He didn't even completely cultivate the bronze arm, the signature fighting skill of the Qingkui family, and dared to challenge the hundred needle patriarch."

"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of the knight? This is the idea of revenge, which is stupid!"

"So, you can see. The hundred needle clan leader displays a fighting skill, and the thousand needle fierce will completely destroy your brother's Bronze arms."

"Qianzhen lie is the advanced level of Baizhen family's signature fighting skill, Baizhen Feng. It is a skill that can only be used by gold cultivation. There are hundreds of Imperial Knights who have died under this move. Even I fell under this move and was stabbed in the heart by the bayonet of Baizhen family!"

"Your brother Qingkui, he did not abide by the tenets of the Templar. He gave up courage and violated patience. This is his way to death!"

"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. This is the price he should pay - even if it is his life."

The old regimental commander's merciless words made Qingkui's sister completely powerless, and immediately collapsed on the ground, covering her face and crying.

The angry young Knights around also kept silent because of the old regimental commander's reprimand.

They just clenched their teeth tighter and squeezed their fists harder.

The hundred needle clan leader took a deep look at the old commander and approached the young Kui again. He said arrogantly, "chief Qingkui, what ability do you want to resist? Do you still have fighting spirit?"

"Then I'll kill you next." The hundred needle clan leader slowly raised the stabbing sword, and the tip of the sword was vertical, almost close to the tip of his nose.

"This will be the last scene of your life. So, just keep your eyes wide open."

"Don't worry. It's too flattering to kill you with qianzhen lie. You're far from your father and grandfather. Baizhen Feng is the best way to bury you."

"With this move, you are lucky to survive. Then why don't I forgive your life?"

With that, the stabbing sword in the hands of the hundred needle patriarch suddenly turned into a bright sword shadow.

Qingkui roared. He had been waiting for this moment.

The only fighting spirit left in his body was pushed out by him, and the green light flickered, forming a cavalry charging spear faintly.

Boom!

The two sides collided and then crossed each other.

An arm flew in midair, spilled dripping blood, and fell off the court.

This arm also holds a stabbing sword in its hand.

That's the sword hand of the hundred needle patriarch!

The audience was shocked.

There was a dead silence.

With a plop, Qingkui fainted on the ground and did not move.

The hundred needle clan leader covered the broken wound almost shoulder length with his left hand, and his face was hard to see the extreme.

"Father, father!" Needle gold screamed, and the sound line trembled violently.

At this time, the old leader walked into the venue and stood between the hundred needle patriarch and the young Kui, separating the two.

He frowned deeply and stared at the middle-aged aristocrat with a very serious expression: "hundred needle patriarch, what he said in the duel is a sacred oath. The duel between you is over."

The middle-aged man's pupils were tiny, staring at the unconscious Qingkui, biting his teeth, letting the wound bleed, and his face was full of shock, anger and hatred.

For a while, he nodded slowly, with a strong sense of evil and unwilling, staggering down the Biwu platform.

"Father!" Zhen Jin rushed over and helped Baizhen patriarch.

Cheers roared around, Qingkui's sister wept with joy, the young Knights of the temple raised their arms and shouted, and many passers-by shouted inconceivable.

The middle-aged man looked around for a week and put the surrounding scenes in his eyes. His expression was calm: "my son, look up at me. Tell me what my family's family motto is."

"Do not overestimate or underestimate people." Needle gold reluctantly raised her head, with a choking tone.

"Good, remember it, remember it firmly!" The hundred needle patriarch clenched his teeth and said mercilessly.