MTL - I Have a Luck Altar-Chapter 71 Mercy Temple Blood Fiend Knife!

  Chapter 71 The Bloody Sword of Mercy Temple!

  The movements of the two broke out almost at the same time. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to prevent the lime from entering his eyes. The moment the crossbow in his hand was shot, Han Feihu also sensed a cold wind, and subconsciously dodged sideways.

  But the crossbow arrow still grazed Han Feihu's cheek.

   "Hehe, it's not a gentleman's job to catch someone in the back and stab someone in the back!"

  Han Feihu wiped the blood on his face with his hand, snorted coldly, took several steps, and slashed at Chen Yuan.

"Ding."

  The scimitar in Han Feihu's hand was swung away by Chen Yuan, and then his right leg kicked on the tree trunk behind him, he bent his leg to accumulate strength, and the long knife pierced Han Feihu's chest.

   "Is spreading lime the work of a gentleman?"

  Chen Yuan sneered, and slashed continuously with the long knife in his hand. The Liuhe knife technique was extremely fierce. With the blessing of Chen Yuan's tyrannical strength, he actually forced Han Feihu, who was at the peak of bone refinement, to retreat a few steps.

  The two fought against each other, and within a distance of several feet, the sword light was endless, and the nearby vegetation was all cut off.

   "You are a bone refiner!"

  Han Feihu stepped back a few steps, his face was gloomy, and his arms were a little numb.

  Chen Yuan didn't answer, and continued to bully him, letting Han Feihu think about it.

  Chen Yuan swept the long knife in his hand, and took Han Feihu's head. He turned over, stepped on a boulder, rose into the air, and kicked Chen Yuan's chest with his right leg.

"roll!"

  Chen Yuan clenched his left fist tightly, and under the dark night, a golden light burst out, colliding with Han Feihu's right leg.

"boom!"

  The terrifying force directly blasted Han Feihu into the air, and he retreated several steps above the ground before letting go of the force.

  Han Feihu's right leg trembled slightly, and Han Feihu stretched out his hand to hold it, his face was gloomy and uncertain. Suddenly, a piercing pain came from his cheek, and he stretched out his hand to touch it in horror.

  The skin that was pierced by the crossbow arrows has festered at this moment.

   "Poison on the arrow!"

  Han Feihu growled.

  Chen Yuan sneered, and ignored Han Feihu's words. If he didn't put poison, why would he put a pocket crossbow on his arm? It doesn't do much damage.

  Stepping out, Chen Yuan held the saber in both hands, put all his will on the saber body, and slashed out.

   "Boom!"

  The saber that Han Feihu blocked broke directly, and the long knife in Chen Yuan's hand slashed across his chest, his clothes were torn, and the blade was deeply embedded in the flesh.

  Han Feihu held back the pain, and grinned a cruel smile.

  Hold the blade with your left hand, and use the broken knife with your right hand to suddenly lift it up.

  He wants to trade his life for his life!

  During several years of fighting at the border, Han Feihu narrowly escaped death several times, relying on such a ruthless spirit that is not afraid of death.

   "Tear!"

  Han Feihu cut Chen Yuan's clothes from bottom to top with a broken knife in his hand, but before he could be happy, he saw a terrified scene.

  Chen Yuan's body exuded a faint dark golden light, which was very conspicuous under the refraction of the moonlight, and the knife he drew left only a white mark.

  Chen Yuan clenched his right fist, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he punched Han Feihu on the head.

   "Boom!"

  Plasma exploded, and under Chen Yuan's punch, Han Feihu's head shattered like a watermelon, blood and white mixed together, and a very disgusting smell came straight to his nose.

  A faint cool air flow penetrated into his mind, in a trance, Chen Yuan seemed to see the somewhat damaged mysterious altar, after absorbing that air.

  A piece of information flooded into my heart.

  Ci'en Temple, **** sword!

  Chen Yuan's face was calm, he let out a long sigh of relief, wiped off the blood on his body with his outer clothes, squatted down, and whispered: "You die, I live!"

  However, this time it was indeed a bit of a thrill. If Han Feihu didn't hold a broken knife, and if he hadn't cultivated the Vajra Glass Body, Chen Yuan must have been seriously injured by that knife.

   But the broken knife was too short, Han Feihu's knife was not strong enough, and not many could be applied to Chen Yuan, and coupled with the extremely powerful protective ability of the diamond glazed body.

   finally created the sign that the knife only drew a white mark.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the thrilling moment just now, and his mind was extremely calm. This Han Feihu's strength has definitely reached the level of Tie Xuan, and he successfully killed him. It can be said that his strength is almost as good as anyone in Ping'an County. A bone refining master.

   After summarizing the incident, Chen Yuan began to focus on the message from the Altar of Fortune just now.

  Ci'en Temple, **** sword!

  It was the Temple of Mercy again. Chen Yuan’s first opportunity was the Fragment of Vajra Glazed Body obtained from the Temple of Mercy. Before that, Zhao Nanshan also told him that the Temple of Mercy might be related to the Wusheng Sect demon.

  Chen Yuan wanted to investigate again after he stepped into the bone refining level, but he didn't expect that the information given by the altar of luck pointed directly at the Temple of Mercy again.

  The Blood Fiend Knife does not sound like a serious weapon from its name, and Chen Yuan guessed that it might be a magic knife.

but.

  He still wants it.

  By the time Chen Yuan returned to the place where he attacked earlier with his upper body bare, the battle was completely over. Most of the horse bandits were killed, leaving only one alive.

  The only pity is that only three horses were caught, and the other horses either died under random arrows, or disappeared into the night in shock.

   Throwing Han Feihu's remnant body on the ground, a government servant immediately stepped forward, covering his nose, and packed the body up.

  Looking at everyone one by one, Chen Yuan said in a deep voice:

   "After you go back, you will share the one hundred and twenty taels of silver, and the remaining thirty taels will be given to the wounded." Chen Yuan has no interest in coveting the three melons and two dates.

  The value of the pill found from Han Feihu is already very high.

   There are also three strong war horses, which can also be worth dozens of taels of silver, especially the new guidance obtained from the Altar of Luck, this trip is not a loss!

   "Thank you, my lord!"

   "Thank you, my lord!"

Hearing Chen Yuan's words, all the yamen servants immediately shouted, their respect for Chen Yuan increased greatly, one hundred and fifty taels of silver were distributed to them, and each of them could get at least two taels of silver, and the injured policemen could even get Twelve.

  It is more than their monthly salary. Of course, the old government servants must get more money than the young government servants, and the white servants get the least.

   Moreover, Chen Yuan, who was a head catcher, didn't take away a tael of silver.

  They all knew the total of two hundred and fifty taels of silver under Wang Ping's deliberate propaganda.

   As for who took it away, it is basically clear.

  Chen Yuan nodded slightly when he saw the excitement of the crowd.

  Equal distribution is not advisable. Those old yamen servants are strong and bear a lot of pressure. If they take as much as those young yamen servants, they will definitely be dissatisfied.

   Instead of winning people's hearts, it will arouse their dissatisfaction.

   "Cut off everyone's heads, bring them back to the county government together with those goods, and reward them for their merits tomorrow!"

   Chen Yuan waved his hand and said loudly.

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