Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 178 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (59)

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Wen Luo, who was standing with his eyes lowered, the snake falling from his head, the giant golden python with its bloody mouth wide open behind him, and the swarm of snakes roaming all over the ground with nowhere to land, formed an extremely strange and terrifying picture.

To anyone, this is an unsolvable dead end.

So at the edge of the picture, Wu Ling in the distance had an evil smile on his face.

However, in a flash, his smile froze on his face.

After time froze, it seemed to accelerate several times faster, so that people could not see Wen Luo's movements at all.

He turned into a grey shadow, as if he had eyes on his back, twisting rapidly at an incredible angle. When he looked clearly again, he had already stuck the knife in his hand horizontally into the golden python's teeth. At the same time, he raised his head and legs to hide under the huge snake head. The poisonous snakes falling from the top of his head were blocked and slid down along the snake's head.

The golden python felt pain and let out a sharp scream, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

It raised its head high and began to twist its body violently, trying to throw Wen Luo off.

In mid-air, Wen Luo took advantage of the python's swinging posture and cleverly used its strength to flip over and climb onto the snake's head.

The snake still held the long knife in its mouth, shaking it left and right, trying to get rid of Wen Luo's restraint. Wen Luo held its head tightly, then pulled out the long knife and threw it into the air!

The moment the long sword fell, Wen Luo accurately grasped the handle and pressed it down hard.

The entire long sword instantly sank into the giant python's head, and the sharp blade was deeply embedded in it.

The python's brains and blood splattered everywhere. Its body shook, and then it lost its strength and fell heavily to the ground.

It all happened so fast, as swift as a storm, and it was over in a flash, leaving no time for people to think or react.

Wu Ling turned and ran!

But it's too late.

Wen Luo stepped on the falling snake head and flew into the air. His toes lightly tapped the stone wall in the cave. His figure was as ethereal and light as a fallen leaf. He took out a black dagger from his body in mid-air and threw it straight at Wu Ling.

The pitch-black dagger seemed like some kind of bad omen, emitting a cold aura.

When the dagger cut through the air, it made a sharp hissing sound, as if it was the death knell.

Wu Ling, who was at the bend of the underground river, was caught up by the hissing sound at the last moment.

The black dagger pierced through his blocking palm, leaving a black bloody hole, and then mercilessly pierced through his abdominal cavity again and stabbed into the wall of the hole behind him.

Wu Ling's footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned around and looked at Wen Luo in disbelief.

I didn't expect that I would lose so quickly.

Wen Luo landed beside him. There were almost no poisonous snakes here.

There was a stupid snake left on the ground, and Wen Luo crushed its head with his foot.

When he raised his hand, two tiny holes appeared on the back of his right hand, making the dying Wu Ling seem to be revived.

"I bit it, I bit it!" he said excitedly, staring at the two small holes.

Wen Luo glanced at his hand nonchalantly, walked behind him and pulled the dagger off the wall.

Wu Ling finally couldn't stand anymore and fell to the ground.

Wen Luo walked up to him, lowered his head and looked carefully at his face which was covered with black marks.

"If you want to kill me, why do you have to make yourself like this? You should learn from your father and at least fight me squarely on the battlefield. Even if you lose, you should lose with honor."

"Don't you dare talk about my father!"

"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and everyone serves their own master. Your father died a worthy death, so what is there to say?

Back then, he was able to capture the late emperor alive among thousands of people. That was his ability and he deserves respect from you Liang people.

I was able to rescue the late emperor intact from his hands, and that was my ability. You have been in awe of me for many years, and it is right.

It's just that you wanted to take revenge, but you felt that the right path was not feasible, so you found an evil path and abandoned all the martial arts you should have. That means you took the wrong path."

"Don't be hypocritical here!"

"Well, then I will praise you. The poisons you have refined over the years are indeed getting stronger and stronger."

Wu Ling picked up a stone at hand with trembling hands and threw it at Wen Luo with all his strength.

Wen Luo looked at the stone at his feet expressionlessly.

"No wonder you want to destroy this face. You are far worse than your father."

"You are not allowed to say that about him. It's all your fault, all your fault! He was a hero that everyone admired, but because of you, he was despised even after his death. As a result, no one in the tribe can hold their heads up!"

Wen Luo slowly wiped the dagger clean and sheathed it, looking at Wu Ling on the ground with a light look.

"That's your Liang Kingdom, it doesn't deserve a hero."

Wu Ling probably could never have imagined that the person who still remembered that his father was a hero would be Wen Luo.

He held on to his last breath and looked at Wen Luo who was calm and composed. "Why? You, how could you..."

"Why aren't you poisoned? I can hold my breath and ignore the poisonous smoke, so why is there no effect on the poisonous snake venom?"

Wu Ling recalled in despair that when Wen Luo rushed up the city wall, he seemed to put something into his mouth.

"You, found, the missing beast?" Wu Ling asked intermittently.

Wen Luo pressed the empty red and black braided rope around his neck, with a hint of tenderness on his face.

"I have always had good luck."

Wu Ling finally realized that his failure was irreversible. His eyes dimmed and he slowly exhaled. With his eyes wide open, he gradually died.

Looking at his unwilling eyes, Wen Luo calmly squeezed some of the poisonous blood from the wound on his hand.

Although there were no signs of poisoning on his body, the poison was so strong that the wound was still a little red and swollen.

He looked towards the cave entrance and took a short break.

The underground river was still extending far away. Wu Ling's action just now seemed to be an attempt to continue running inside. He probably thought that there might be treasures of his in there.

It was impossible to find the exit along the underground river, so he had to return the same way.

There should be a lot of people surrounding the cave entrance now, and there will definitely be a fierce battle after we go up.

At this point, Wen Luo began to reflect and felt that he was a little impulsive when he rushed up to the city wall.

I guess Wei Rong and the others were scared to death.

In the distance, a group of snakes gathered on the corpse of the golden python and gnawed at it. Wen Luo raised his head and looked at the wall of the cave, preparing to find a few footholds to escape.

He had just casually looked at the second point when suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the distance.

It was like a huge monster collapsed, and the cave was shaken and mud fell everywhere.

Even the group of snakes that were eating with relish in the distance were frightened and rushed into the river.

Wen Luo stood there in a daze, unusually, for a long time without making any movement.

He was familiar with this sound.

Although it sounds a little different underground than it does above.

Although the noise was really excessive.

But he was able to determine:

The gate of Yongliang was broken.