The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 148 Times have changed
For An Ziyang, the situation seemed to be desperate.

Hidden weapons and poisons can only be used in secret to achieve success. In a head-on confrontation, the opponent was already prepared and most of his weapons were already useless.

The people of the Ming Cult were afraid of An Ziyang's poison, so they did not rush forward, but compressed his space step by step.

As long as they get within close distance and attack together, no matter how capable An Ziyang is, he will not be able to dodge nearly ten attacks, each of which is no weaker than his.

An Ziyang seemed to be getting anxious as well. He rushed left and right, but was forced back.

His face became increasingly anxious, as if he had lost his composure. He was forced back once again, leaving a wound on his body. He then swung the scabbard in his left hand towards someone.

The man sneered and raised his weapon to block.

"do not move!"

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

After hearing the reminder, the man did not have time to retract his attack, but he took the initiative to release most of his strength and just tried to gently stop the scabbard on the weapon.

But I didn't expect it to be just a slight touch.

Bang!
Suddenly, the scabbard broke into two pieces, and thick white smoke spewed out from the broken end again!
"Hold!"

"Your mother! You use this trick again!"

Everyone in the Ming Cult was speechless!

How much lime powder and erysipelas did this kid hide on his body!? Are you destroying opium in Humen!?
If you get caught in the rain, I'm afraid half of the people in Quanzhou city will be poisoned!
Amid the thick smoke, An Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Crazy! You guys can be even crazier!"

"Master, I just have a lot of money! I buy three thousand taels of this Tang Sect's poison pill every year! It's enough to kill you poor bastards!"

"Guess how many pounds I'm carrying!"

The silent voice could no longer be silent.

"Don't worry about him, just protect the front! He has been surrounded. If we don't make trouble, he can't escape!"

He was a little anxious.

Second-rate, when has he ever taken a second-rate person seriously? If An Ziyang could survive three moves from him, he would be ashamed of his master! The noise above gradually stopped, and it was obvious that Li Miao had won. He didn't know when he would come over and chop them into pieces.

How come I was really held back by this kid! ?
Just as he was using all his strength to exert his true energy to disperse the poisonous fog, another scream rang in his ears.

"what!"

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

"Cauldron! That guy scattered caltrops on the ground!" The injured man just answered and his voice suddenly weakened.

Then there was a dull "thump" and he fell to the ground.

There is no doubt that the caltrops were also poisoned.

"Is this kid's surname An or Tang? Does he have something on him that is not poisonous?"

"We can't delay any longer! Even if we risk getting hurt, we have to kill this guy first!"

"Never mind the lime! Cover your mouths and noses, and kill them all together!"

"it is good!"

Everyone responded in unison, barely opened their eyes in the lime powder, and saw An Ziyang's position clearly.

Palm of Light!
Xiaoyao sword technique!
Great Wind and Cloud Flying Palm!
Five Elements Fire Slash!
Except for the leader who did not move and stood behind to guard against An Ziyang's back-up plan, the eight unique skills of the Ming Cult attacked An Ziyang together.

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

Seems to be in dire straits.

"Ugh--"

He sighed.

"There's another one that doesn't get fooled."

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

This cylinder is only as thick as a forearm and about a foot long. It is made of cast iron, with a spring at one end and densely packed small holes at the other.

The Ming Cult members barely opened their eyes in the lime powder, but their vision was already blurred. In the blink of an eye, they could no longer tell what that thing was.

Click.

With a crisp sound, An Ziyang pulled the spring.

Swish swish swish——

Rainstorm pear blossoms.

The eight Ming Cult masters only felt as if they were drenched in rain, with dense and soft touches coming all over their bodies.

Then, the move lost its power. An Ziyang threw away the cylinder and raised his sword to block left and right.

Even though the Ming Cult masters have run out of strength, An Ziyang is still only second-rate.

At this time, there are dangers everywhere.

Finally, after four big cuts on his body, An Ziyang panted and stuck his sword on the ground to steady himself.

The eight Ming Cult masters had already laid down, their chests no longer rising and falling.

The Ming Cult master who had not taken action had already dispersed the poisonous fog. When he opened his eyes again, this was the scene he saw.

He glanced at the shattered cylinder on the ground and looked up at An Ziyang.

"The rain of pear blossom needles."

"How can you possess the Tang Sect's most precious treasure?"

An Ziyang panted and sneered.

"When did I say that I'm not from the Tang Sect anymore?"

"But your last name is not Tang."

"Haha...you poor bastards really don't understand."

An Ziyang showed a crazy smile that said "Sorry, it's really great to be rich."

"Master, I spend tens of thousands of taels of silver in the Tang Sect every year. Does my last name matter?"

"Is it okay for me, an elder of the Tang Sect, to borrow some things for self-defense? If there is a problem, Young Master, I will give you another two kilograms of Dandu. The problem is that I am too honest. I should borrow ten or eight more things and use them all up!"

The Ming Cult master was speechless.

After a while, he slowly spoke.

"But you still couldn't kill me."

"Then you're going to die anyway."

If hidden weapons were so powerful, the world of martial arts should have changed its name to Tang long ago.

These Tang Sect hidden weapons are dangerous and silent when they are launched, and they kill people instantly. But they are not very fast, nor do they have the changes that hidden weapon masters can make, and their range is not large. If they are launched head-on, they are not a big threat to first-class masters.

If the terrain had not been narrow, the Ming Cult members would have been crowded together with no room to move, and their vision would not have been blocked, they would not have been hit at all.

Now, only An Ziyang and the quiet man who led the Ming Cult were left, and the poisonous fog had dissipated.

No matter what hidden weapons An Ziyang had, they would be ineffective.

The Ming Cult master slowly raised his sword, held it in front of him, and looked at An Ziyang.

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

Having said that, he drew his sword and went forward!

A sword stabbed at An Ziyang.

An Ziyang also pointed a sword at his face.

When he raised his hand, the Ming Cult master sneered.

"You are too scheming. It turns out you have no ability at all!"

It was because An Ziyang's sword was scattered in form and meaning, and posed no threat at all.

With just one sword, just one sword, he could knock An Ziyang's sword away and cut off his head!
In a flash, the distance between them was shortened.

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

"Oh, I don't know what it means!"

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

But then he heard An Ziyang sneer.

then.

Bang!
A loud bang, accompanied by flames, burst out from the thin tube of the sword in An Ziyang's hand.

He felt as if something had scratched his neck and felt a slight pain.

In a trance, he heard An Ziyang's crazy laughter.

"What era is this? You're still practicing traditional martial arts!"

"Times have changed!"

(End of this chapter)