The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1193: Weird old man 1

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Chapter 1193 The strange old man 1

The few ancient eagles rushed into the young battlefield of the ancient eastern tribes in a blink of an eye. More than a dozen young ancient warriors from the East were shot to death by a few old ancient eagles.

The gap is too big to resist.

As soon as the old dragon king left the formation, the formation collapsed. However, at this time, the ancient western tribe seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Suddenly, they shifted the battlefield, abandoned these ancient eastern tribes, and attacked the young ancient tribe in the east.

The old ancient warriors of the East quickly intercepted them with all their strength.

The battlefield was messed up in an instant.

Old Gu Wu and young Gu Wu stand together.

"Are you okay?" At this time, Feng Chime returned to Wang Meng, looked at the blood on Wang Meng's face, and asked worriedly.

"It's okay! Don't keep your hands, kill!" At this time, Wang Meng's eyes were red. If he hadn't reacted fast enough just now, he would have feces.

Wang Meng said, twisting his head, clenching a pair of iron fists, and making a clicking sound between the joints.

Wang Meng was furious and shot all over his body with murderous aura.

"Be careful!" Feng Chime warned, knowing that her husband was angry.

"Ah! Boss? Help!" Suddenly, Xu Yuangui, who was fighting fiercely in the distance, cried out for help.

Wang Meng was taken aback, his body disappeared in the same place in an instant, and he left in search of a sound.

The wind chimes followed.

At this time, Xu Yuangui was being chased by an old man with strange clothes.

This old man wears a green grass hat and a black cloth on his face. A green robe.

He is holding a black stick in his hand. It's wrong, it should be a human thigh bone.

During the swing, black air filled.

Xu Yuangui was embarrassed, his clothes torn, almost shirtless and covered in blood.

Black blood!

The wind chime is faster than Wang Meng, and it has arrived, swinging the sword to the old man, the sword energy echoes, and the black smoke is crushed.

Xu Yuangui's call for help also attracted several old Chinese martial artists, who rushed forward, not slower than wind chimes.

Two Chinese old Wuwu stopped the old man. The other two guarded Xu Yuangui.

At this time, Wang Meng had already reached Xu Yuangui's side, not yet close, a handful of silver needles had been sent out, all over Xu Yuangui's left arm.

Xu Yuangui has numerous wounds on his body, and he is bleeding from black blood.

Only after the silver needle entered the body, it turned red instantly and then stopped. But his left arm was as black as ink.

"Swallow it!" Wang Meng stuffed a green pill into Xu Yuangui's mouth.

Xu Yuangui, with a painful face, swallowed the pill with nervous mouth.

After swallowing, Xu Yuangui immediately rushed to a puff of coolness all over his body, and the pain eased.

Just now, he felt like ten thousand arrows pierced his heart, and his internal organs were burning.

"Boss? Kill him!" Xu Yuangui was angry, his big eyes staring round and bloodshot.

"Wipe! Didn't you steal it with me? Keep this old man for you? When you're done, you go and kill him?" Wang Meng said lightly.

"Ah? I can't do him!" Xu Yuangui shivered, his expression lingering. This old man is too weird, Xu Yuangui has never encountered such a method.

At this time, the wind chimes had already fought the old man, but they did not seem to be opponents, and the other two ancient Chinese tribes directly attacked the old man.

The old man relied on the poisonous gas to fight one against three, but he didn't fall into the wind.

"Medicinal clan traitor?" At this time, an old Chinese ancient Wu who was guarding Wang Meng and Xu Yuangui looked at the gloomy old man who was fighting with the wind chimes and exclaimed.

"The medicine clan is a traitor? Isn't it annihilated?" Wang Meng was taken aback.

"Exterminate the clan? It's just annihilation of the traitorous medicine clan in China." Old Gu Wu said.

Wang Meng understands.

Wang Meng suddenly shook his right arm, and an extra dagger appeared in his hand.

Puff!

Wang Meng suddenly pierced Xu Yuangui's dark left arm with a knife.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Xu Yuangui almost rushed in pain.

Wang Meng pressed Xu Yuangui and said, "Don't move."

"Boss? What are you doing?" Xu Yuan returned to Mongolia and looked at Wang Meng in horror.

"What are you doing? Bleeding!" Wang Meng said, shaking his knife out again.

Shit!

On Xu Yuangui's left arm, a jet of black blood sprayed out, as black as ink.

The black blood fell on the ground, creaking only bubbling, the grass on the ground instantly withered, browned, and then pitch black.

After that, the withered grass showed a golden luster.

"No detoxification?" Wang Meng looked at the sudden golden luster of the black grass on the ground, and his expression was ugly.

The two Chinese Lao Guwu who protected Wang Meng and Xu Yuangui were also taken aback, and subconsciously stepped back.

They were surprised by Wang Meng's medical skills, and even more surprised by what Wang Meng called the poison of no solution. The poison without solution is the legendary poison of all things, and this poison has no solution.

There is no doubt that the poisoned person will die. Although it will not die immediately, the poisoned person will gradually ulcerate and suffer torture, and finally turn into a pile of pus.

"Ah? No solution? Then am I dead?" Xu Yuan turned pale when he heard the words. At this time, he still doesn't know where this poisonous dominance is? If he knew it, he would be even more afraid.

"It's okay! This is the poison of all things. It is made by using almost all the poisons in the world. Absolute essence." Wang Meng said with bright eyes.

"Ah? It's okay? I'm going to die! Boss? I can't bear you!" Xu Yuangui's tears are falling. He hasn't eaten enough human food, how could he die?

"Others can't solve it, I can! This is the antidote, eat it quickly, you can't die." Wang Meng said, handing Li Xu Yuangui two black pills.

After finishing speaking, Wang Meng suddenly bowed his hand at the two old Chinese ancient martial artists, and said: "Please don't worry about the two seniors and protect my friends! I will go and clean up the old poison."

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Boss? What am I going to do? How am I still bleeding?" Xu Yuan returned anxiously.

"When the red blood is running, you can stop the bleeding yourself." Wang Meng said without looking back.

After finishing speaking, he strode directly towards the strange old man who was being besieged by the wind chimes at this time.

Wind chimes and two Chinese old ancient martial artists played very hard, not because of the strength of the opponent, but because the opponent’s attack contained deadly poisonous gas, which made them afraid to get close, let alone let the poisonous gas stick. Can be scattered with internal force.

The three were fighting. Wang Meng wailed and rushed over, shouting with enthusiasm and excitement: "Go away! Go away! This big treasure. Bei is mine!"

The wind chimes and the two old Chinese fighters almost went off the road when they heard this. What is Dabao Belle? Where's the baby? This is a poison.

Wind chimes trust Wang Meng, and Wang Meng is also a master of poison.

"Two seniors? Give it to him! He can do it! Let's withdraw!" Feng Chime greeted the two old Wuwu.

The two old Chinese fighters didn't talk nonsense, and immediately withdrew from the battle circle, but they didn't retreat much, but watched the enemy for Wang Meng, ready to rescue at any time.

The three wind chimes withdrew from the ring.

The gloomy old man didn't keep chasing the three wind chimes, but stopped attacking, looking at Wang Meng with green eyes.