Chapter 134

For An Ziyang, the situation seemed to be at an impasse.

Hidden weapons and poison were only effective when used in secret. In a head-on confrontation, the opponent was already prepared, and most of his tricks were already useless.

The Ming Cult members were wary of An Ziyang's poison and didn't rush forward, but instead compressed his space step by step.

As long as they got within range and attacked together, no matter how many tricks An Ziyang had, he wouldn't be able to avoid all ten or so attacks, none of which were weaker than his own.

An Ziyang also seemed to be in a hurry, rushing left and right, but was forced back every time.

His expression became increasingly anxious, as if he had lost his composure; after being forced back again and left with a wound on his body, the scabbard in his left hand smashed toward one of them.

The man sneered and raised his weapon to block.

"Don't move!"

The calm voice sounded, and he flew forward to stop it, but it was too late.

The man heard the warning, and although he couldn't retract his move in time, he actively unloaded most of his strength, only gently trying to stop the scabbard on his weapon.

But he didn't expect that it was just a slight touch.

Boom!

Suddenly, the scabbard broke into two pieces, and thick white smoke erupted from the broken end again!

"Fuck!"

"Damn it! This trick again!"

The Ming Cult people were speechless!

How much lime powder and pill poison did this kid hide on his body!? Are you doing the Humen opium destruction!?

If you were caught in a rainstorm, I'm afraid half the people in Quanzhou City would be poisoned!

In the thick smoke, An Ziyang laughed heartily.

"Keep being arrogant! Keep being arrogant!"

"I just have a lot of money! I buy three thousand taels of this Tang Men pill poison every year! It's enough to choke all you poor wretches to death!"

"Guess how many pounds I have on me!"

The calm voice couldn't stay calm now either.

"Don't worry about him, just protect yourselves! He's already surrounded, as long as we don't panic, he can't escape!"

He was a bit anxious.

Second-rate, when had he ever put a second-rate piece of trash in his eyes? If they fought head-on, if An Ziyang could survive three moves in his hands, he would have failed his master! Right now, the sounds above were gradually stopping, clearly Li Miao had already won, and he didn't know when he would come looking for them to chop them into mince.

How could they really be held up by this kid!?

Just as he was using all his strength to dispel the poisonous fog, another scream sounded in his ear.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong!?" he asked hurriedly.

"Iron caltrops! That kid scattered iron caltrops on the ground!" The injured person just answered, and his voice suddenly weakened.

Then there was a muffled "thump" as he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Without a doubt, those iron caltrops were also poisoned.

"Is this kid named An or Tang? Is there anything on him that isn't poisoned?"

"Can't delay any longer! Even if we get injured, we have to kill this kid first!"

"Forget the lime! Cover your mouths and noses, and attack together!"

"Good!"

The crowd agreed in unison, barely opening their eyes in the lime powder, and saw An Ziyang's position.

Bright Palm!

Carefree Blade Technique!

Great Wind and Cloud Flying Palm!

Five Elements Blazing Fire Slash!

Except for the leader who didn't move, guarding against An Ziyang's follow-up moves in the back, eight Ming Cult unique skills attacked An Ziyang together.

An Ziyang had nowhere to retreat, and all the space in front of him was completely filled.

He seemed to be in a desperate situation.

"Sigh—"

He sighed long.

"There's still one who won't be fooled."

In an instant, he pulled a black cylinder from behind him and aimed it in front of him.

This cylinder was only the thickness of a forearm and a foot long. It was cast from pig iron, with a spring mechanism at one end and dense small holes at the other.

The Ming Cult members barely opened their eyes in the lime powder, and their vision was already blurred. In the blink of an eye, they couldn't distinguish what that thing was.

Click.

With a crisp sound, An Ziyang pulled the spring mechanism.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Pear Blossom in the Rainstorm.

The eight Ming Cult experts only felt as if they had been caught in a rainstorm, with dense, soft touches all over their bodies.

Then, their moves lost their power.

An Ziyang threw away the cylinder and raised his sword to block left and right.

Even though the Ming Cult experts had no strength left, An Ziyang was still only second-rate.

At this moment, it was a dangerous situation.

Finally, after being left with four large wounds on his body, An Ziyang panted and propped his sword on the ground, stabilizing his figure.

And those eight Ming Cult experts had already fallen one after another, their chests no longer rising and falling.

The Ming Cult expert who hadn't made a move had already dispelled the poisonous fog, and when he opened his eyes again, this was the scene he saw.

His gaze swept over the shattered cylinder on the ground and fixed on An Ziyang.

"Pear Blossom Needles in the Rainstorm."

"The Tang Men's supreme treasure, how do you have it?"

An Ziyang panted and sneered.

"When did I ever say I wasn't from the Tang Men?"

"But your surname isn't Tang."

"Hehe... you poor wretches really don't understand."

An Ziyang revealed a wild smile that said, "Sorry, having money is everything."

"I spend tens of thousands of taels of silver at the Tang Men every year, does my surname even matter?"

"As an elder of the Tang Men, is there any problem with borrowing some things from the sect for self-defense? If there is a problem, I'll just bring another two pounds of pill poison, and the problem will be that I'm too honest and should have borrowed ten or eight more types to use up!"

The Ming Cult expert was speechless.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"But, you still couldn't kill me."

"Then you still have to die."

If hidden weapons were so powerful, the Jianghu would have been renamed Tang long ago.

These Tang Men hidden weapons were dangerous because they were silent when fired and could seal throats with blood. But their speed wasn't very fast, they didn't have the changes of hidden weapon experts, and their range wasn't large. If fired head-on, they weren't much of a threat to first-rate experts.

If it weren't for the narrow terrain, the Ming Cult people being crowded together with no room to move, and their vision being obscured, they wouldn't have been hit at all.

Now, only An Ziyang and this Ming Cult leading calm man were left, and the poisonous fog had dissipated.

No matter what hidden weapons An Ziyang had on him, they would be hard to make effective.

The Ming Cult expert slowly raised his sword, brought it to his face, and looked at An Ziyang.

"Don't you still have a sword? Let me see what other means you have besides these disgusting things!"

After speaking, he raised his sword and attacked!

He stabbed at An Ziyang with one sword.

An Ziyang also pointed his sword at his face from a distance.

As soon as he raised his hand, the Ming Cult expert sneered.

"You have too many schemes, so it turns out you have no real ability!"

Because An Ziyang's sword move was scattered in form and intent, posing no threat at all.

Just one sword, just one sword, and he could flick away An Ziyang's sword and cut off his head!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two had already closed.

He saw the sword in An Ziyang's hand clearly; it was strange in style, with a curved hilt and two thin tubes extending from the guard, sandwiching the blade in the middle.

"Heh, ignorant!"

He sneered and was about to flick away An Ziyang's sword.

But he heard An Ziyang sneer.

And then.

Boom!

A loud noise, accompanied by firelight, erupted from the thin tubes of the sword in An Ziyang's hand.

He felt as if something had grazed his neck and felt a hint of pain.

In a daze, he heard An Ziyang's wild laughter.

"What era is this, and you're still practicing traditional martial arts!"

"The times have changed!"