Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1470 The old way of killing thieves
Back at the Chu family's hut, Chu Qi had just come out of Master Wuyou's room.

"Uncle Chu, is that old man alive?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Chu Qi shook his head and said nothing.

Qiu Shuang Qiu Lu brought out lunch and invited Ding Ermiao to eat.

Lunch is still lotus root porridge, plus cooked lotus roots. There will be no fish soup today.Those fish must have been caught from the pond in front.

Ding Ermiao drank two bowls of porridge, wiped her mouth, and went out again, then went to the back of the house to practice.

We have to wait until night to clean up Wuyou Lao Dao.When the time comes to secretly cover him to death, Chu Qi may not be able to tell the cause of death.

In the open space behind the house, Ding Ermiao first meditated and rested. When his energy and energy reached the best state, he began to practice footwork and gather his true energy.

When you feel tired from walking in the Happy Steps, you will meditate and rest again, and the cycle begins again.

In the middle of the afternoon, Ding Ermiao was meditating when she suddenly heard the two sisters Qiu Shuang yelling in horror: "Ah...!"

Oops, something happened!

Ding Ermiao jumped up and ran towards the Chu family's hut.

"Ah, ah...!" Qiu Shuang Qiu Lu's scream came again.The place where Ding Ermiao heard the sound was in the east wing of the Chu family's hut.

In just a few breaths, Ding Ermiao rushed to the hut.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Ermiao strode in.

"Hahaha..., little beauties, if you paint your faces black, will the old fairy not be able to see your appearance? Come on, take care of the old fairy, and the old fairy will take you to Wuyou City to enjoy the glory and wealth! "Old Master Wuyou's obscene laughter was coming from the side room.

"No, please, spare us..." Qiushuang and Qiulu cried out.

Ding Ermiao took out the corpse-beating whip, held it in his right hand, carried it behind his back, and ducked into the side room.

I saw that Chu Qi had already fallen to the ground, with blood on his chest, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

But Qiu Lu was already in the arms of Lao Dao Wuyou, struggling desperately; Qiu Shuang was huddled in the corner, shivering.

"Old beast, let go of Qiu Lu!" Ding Ermiao's blood surged upwards, and he shouted with a finger-free old man.

Old Taoist Wuyou was taken aback, pushed Qiu Lu away, and casually touched the sword beside him.

But when he saw that the person coming was Ding Ermiao, the nervous expression on his face flashed, and then he burst into laughter.

"Little Guitou, do you dare to fight against the old immortal?" Old Taoist Wuyou laughed and said, "Even though the old immortal can't get up now, he can kill you with just a raise of his hand!"

After saying that, Master Wuyou's eyes were filled with fierceness. With a wave of his arm, the sword came out and hit Ding Ermiao in the chest!
Ding Ermiao was naturally prepared. She stepped aside and swung the corpse whip at the same time.There was a clanging sound of the sword, and it hit the door panel behind Ding Ermiao until it reached the hilt.

"How dare you go against the old immortal with a broken rope? Ha..." Old Taoist Wuyou laughed, reaching out to grab the corpse whip.

But before his laughter ended, the tip of the corpse-beating whip was already wrapped around his neck.

"Go to hell!" Ding Ermiao moved his right hand back and tightened the whip.

"Uh..." There was a strange sound in Wuyou's throat, and then he fell down from the bed with a gurgling sound.

Ding Ermiao took a step forward, put a foot on Wuyou Lao Dao's shoulder, then grabbed the corpse whip with both hands and strangled him to death.

There is no way, my cultivation level is very low now, I can only use such primitive and stupid methods.

But I didn't expect that although the old thief Wuyou was seriously injured, his dying struggle was also amazingly powerful.His body rushed forward, and he got rid of Ding Ermiao's foot, got into Ding Ermiao's crotch, and pushed hard!
Ding Ermiao was staggered by the push, took a few steps back, turned around, pulled out the sword on the door panel, and stabbed Wuyou Lao Dao in the chest!
Wuyou Lao Dao just arrived, and his neck was strangled with the corpse whip. He couldn't dodge, and was pierced through the heart by Ding Ermiao's sword.

"Go to hell, old dog!" Ding Ermiao turned his wrist and twisted the sword sharply.

The way to kill the enemy quickly is to enlarge the enemy's wounds.

"Pfft..." Master Wuyou obviously didn't expect Ding Ermiao to be so vicious. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a deep look of disbelief on his face.

He had always regarded Ding Ermiao as an honest countryman like Chu Qi. Who would have thought that he would really dare to kill him?

Ding Ermiao hit him with his sword. Seeing that the old thief didn't fall to the ground, he drew out his sword and was about to stab him again.

But at this moment, the old Taoist's right hand quickly drew two pictures in his left hand, and then pushed it out!

"Bang...!" A ray of light flew out from the old thief's palm, hitting Ding Ermiao's chest.

"Wow...!" Ding Ermiao felt a pain in her chest, and she was sent flying out of the room, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

At the same time, the two sisters Qiu Shuang Qiu Lu screamed in terror.

Ding Ermiao was in the air, not even missing. He was holding the corpse-beating whip tightly in his right hand, and threw the sword in his left hand towards the old thief.

There was a soft pop sound, and the sword passed through the chest again, stabbing the old thief to the core.

The old Taoist Wuyou was really fierce. He pulled out the sword with all his strength and walked towards Ding Ermiao staggeringly. With blood dripping from his mouth, he shouted indistinctly: "Unexpectedly... I, Wuyou... Old Immortal, actually died in In your little kid’s hands..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old thief finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground without moving again.

Ding Ermiao spit out a mouthful of blood, took two breaths, adjusted her inner breath, stood up slowly, walked to Lao Dao, picked up his sword, and waved it fiercely...

"Daddy..." The two sisters Qiu Shuang and Qiu Lu threw themselves on their father and cried loudly.

Ding Ermiao let the old Taoist Wuyou die no more. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of the old Taoist's head.

The strange thing is that the three souls and seven souls of the old Taoist just flashed above his head and then dispersed, unable to condense at all.

Why are the souls of the people here so fragile?Ding Ermiao was stunned for a moment, then turned around to check Chu Qi's injury.

Chu Qi was struck in the chest by a sword, and there was a bloody gash more than a foot long from his right shoulder to his left rib.There was so much bleeding that Chu Qi had already fainted.

Ding Ermiao stretched out her hand to test and found that Chu Qi was still breathing weakly.

His own free spirit was very weak now and could not be released to injure Chu Qi. Ding Ermiao sighed, cut off the clothes from the thief Lao Dao's body, and bandaged Chu Qi's wound.

In fact, Ding Ermiao knew that Chu Qi would not survive.The old thief was so cruel that his wounds were all broken.

Maybe it was the pain of the wound, maybe it was the flash of light, but Chu Qi woke up, opened his eyes wide, grabbed Ding Ermiao's hand, and said with difficulty: "Ding, Ding..."

"Uncle Chu, you have something to say." Ding Ermiao squatted on the ground and held Chu Qi's hand.

(End of this chapter)