A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 302 Killing
Duan Rong looked at the thin plum tree on the blood-stained handkerchief. It seemed that even the blood stains could not drown out its aloof and proud temperament...

Suddenly Duan Rong's eyebrows jumped, because out of the corner of his eye he saw a person standing at the edge of the dense forest in front of him.

Duan Rong grabbed the handkerchief with his hand, and then he looked at the man.

Fan Yuanhai, with half of his left arm broken, was looking at him with a smile.

"Junior Brother Duan Rong! These foul-blooded monsters are so scary. Fortunately, you are fine. Let's go to the official road together! The others are waiting for us there."

Duan Rong was a registered disciple, and Fan Yuanhai was an outer disciple. He called Duan Rong "junior brother", which was a kind of closeness between fellow disciples.

As Fan Yuanhai spoke, he slowly walked towards Duan Rong.

"Senior Brother Fan, you seem to be injured?" Duan Rong's eyes swept over Fan Yuanhai's broken arm, and he stepped back with a serious expression.

"That's right, I was almost killed by that bloody monster, luckily I'm lucky." Fan Yuanhai noticed that Duan Rong was looking at him with a vigilant expression, with a slightly frown on his face.

When leaving the city, Fan Yuanhai left the team, which aroused Duan Rong's vigilance.

Now, this person suddenly appeared in front of him again.

Duan Rong didn't think that Fan Yuanhai came to see him on purpose because he was worried about his safety.

He and Fan Yuanhai don't have this kind of friendship at all.

Duan Rong's spiritual consciousness has been released and passed through Fan Yuanhai's dantian.

Fan Yuanhai is at the second level of the True Qi Realm, and the True Qi in his Dantian is far from exhausted!

Duan Rong's thoughts were churning like lightning and his eyes were deep.

"Junior Brother Duan Rong, why do you keep retreating? Is it possible that Senior Brother will eat you?"

Fan Yuanhai approached slowly, intending to take advantage of Duan Rong's inattention and destroy his Dantian with one move, but Duan Rong seemed to have seen through his thoughts as soon as they met, and he kept backing away.

At this time, the distance between the two people not only did not narrow, but widened a lot.

"Brother Fan, you are joking. It must have taken a lot of effort for you to find me in this desolate forest and mountains, right?"

"Alas... doesn't this just prove that you and I are destined to be together?"

"That's it, that's it..." Duan Rong echoed, and suddenly he used the Cloud Snake Step with all his strength, leaped into the dense forest not far away.

The moment Duan Rong moved, Fan Yuanhai also gathered his true energy and jumped out.

The two of them almost jumped into the dense forest at the same time. Fan Yuanhai was a strong man in the second level of the True Qi Realm, and he was quite good at Qinggong. Although Duan Rong kept making detours in the dense forest, he was still approached by Fan Yuanhai in less than two breaths.

Fan Yuanhai said with a smile: "Junior Brother Duan Rong, I want to be close to you, why are you so repelling me?"

As Fan Yuanhai spoke, he reached behind his waist with his right hand, grasped the iron fan, circulated his true energy, and struck towards Duan Rong's dantian.

His physical skills and realm were far superior to Duan Rong's, so there was no reason for this attack to miss.

Duan Rong released his spiritual consciousness, he had already thought everything out, the moment the iron fan got close to him, he activated his mind, and blood instantly spurted out from his body!
The floating and wriggling blood threads were like living things. The moment they broke out, they gathered and bulged like a ball of blood-colored sand, and collided with the iron fan that was attacking them!
Fan Yuanhai only felt a flash of blood in front of his eyes, and his iron fan was caught by the bulging blood threads!
Duan Rong's Divine Blood Art has achieved the second level. His achievement in Divine Blood Art has reached the same level as that of Blood Monk Wuxiang and Wei Yutian.

"Dirty Blood Divine Art!"

Fan Yuanhai looked at the blood shadow in front of him, his body couldn't help but pause, and his thoughts were surging like the tide.

"Duan Rong is actually a demon from the Filthy Blood Cult!"

Fan Yuanhai immediately understood why Duan Rong was able to kill Li Daohan.

And it seems that this person was the accomplice in this ambush.

What’s even more terrifying is that Duan Rong is still a registered disciple of the sect.

This is a major case of the sect being infiltrated by the Filthy Blood Cult!
If he solved the case, his advancement to inner sect disciple would not just be a hope! It would be a sure thing!
Such a great achievement! It came from the sky!

Fan Yuanhai's eyes could not hide the ecstasy.

Duan Rong's figure flashed, and the shadows of plum blossoms bloomed beside his hand. A number of scimitars flashed and shot towards Fan Yuanhai.

Fan Yuanhai flicked his wrist, and with a click, the iron fan opened.

The iron fan flashed, and then it fanned down towards the scimitars one by one!

Fan Yuanhai slapped down the flying knife shot by Duan Rong with some disdain, while thinking about the strategy to deal with Duan Rong.

But Duan Rong already had a plan in mind.

He suddenly leaped up, holding the Minghong Knife, and slashed towards Fan Yuanhai. Fan Yuanhai slapped the knife shadow with his fan, and Duan Rong immediately retracted his hand. At the same time, he shook his left hand and shot out another scimitar!

Fan Yuanhai waved his iron fan, and with a clang, the scimitar fell off. He then sneered, "Junior Brother Duan Rong, you are really good at juggling. You'd be a loss if you don't go to the streets to perform..."

Duan Rong remained calm in the face of Fan Yuanhai's sarcasm. His eyes were fixed on the rags tangled around the broken part of Fan Yuanhai's left arm...

At this moment, the blood-soaked rag suddenly fell...

The rag was originally used to bandage the wound carelessly. The two men chased each other in the dense forest. Duan Rong threw flying knives and made feint attacks to harass Fan Yuanhai. He just wanted to force Fan Yuanhai to dodge.

Sure enough, as Fan Yuanhai's body swayed, the rag he had bandaged carelessly fell off the wound...

At the moment when the rag fell off, Duan Rong suddenly moved closer and slashed at Fan Yuanhai with a knife. Fan Yuanhai sneered and swept him away with his fan.

At this moment, Duan Rong's mind moved, and a soul wave suddenly shot out.

Invisible and silent ripples passed through Fan Yuanhai.

The sneer on Fan Yuanhai's face suddenly froze, and at that moment, his brain went blank!
In this split second, Duan Rong shook his left sleeve, grabbed a handful of poison powder in his hand, and smeared it on the wound of Fan Yuanhai's broken arm.

"I'll give you some medicine!"

Duan Rong succeeded in his attack and immediately his figure flashed, with the afterimage of a plum blossom blooming beside his hand, and one flying needle after another shot out from the afterimage.

At this time, what Duan Rong shot out was not a scimitar, but a poisoned silver needle!

Fan Yuanhai's mind went blank suddenly. In just a split second, he was shocked and swung his iron fan to knock down the flying needle shot by Duan Rong!

When he saw the needle-like hidden weapons, he became even more certain that Duan Rong was the man who committed the crimes of Jie Lei and Xu Ruhu!

Fan Yuanhai naturally knew that what Duan Rong had just applied to his wound was obviously some kind of poison. He immediately circulated his true energy to seal the meridians on the broken arm to prevent the poison from entering his internal organs along the broken arm.

What shocked Fan Yuanhai the most at this moment was that for a moment, his mind was blank and he was almost in a state of blackout.

Fan Yuanhai had never practiced the Taizang Sutra, and this soul wave was a soul technique that could only be performed after achieving the third level of the Taizang realm. He had never heard of it before.

In his opinion, Duan Rong made his brain go blank for a moment, which was obviously some kind of sorcery of the Filthy Blood Cult.

Duan Rong not only has the Filthy Blood God protecting his body, but also has strange means of attacking the soul, which immediately gives Fan Yuanhai a headache.

Fan Yuanhai's mind went blank for a moment, and then he knocked down several flying needles shot by Duan Rong. However, when he circulated his true energy to seal the meridians on his broken arm, he found that the poison was about to invade his shoulder in just a moment!
Once the poison passes his shoulders, it will invade his heart!
"The speed of the infection..."

Fan Yuanhai felt a chill in his heart, and he suddenly remembered what the coroner Liu Kui had said: the poison that Jie Daohan was infected with was spreading much faster than the poison from corpse rot.

Fan Yuanhai's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He swung the iron fan and smashed it at his own broken arm. It was too late for him to circulate his true energy to seal his meridians.

His broken arm was still bleeding, so Duan Rong directly smeared a handful of poison powder on it. Poinsettia was highly toxic, and Duan Rong used such a large amount, so the poison naturally spread like fire in Fan Yuanhai's body.

All the large and small meridians on Fan Yuanhai's broken arm were now filled with poison, and were spreading at a terrifying speed, about to pass over his shoulder and reach his heart.

In such a hurry, it was impossible for Fan Yuanhai to circulate his true energy to seal all the meridians, big and small, on the broken arm at once.

So, he made a prompt decision to cut off his arm to save his life, and used the iron fan to smash his arm at the root!
When he was about to wave the iron fan, Duan Rong immediately knew what he was going to do. Duan Rong flashed and leaped, knocking Fan Yuanhai to the ground.

Duan Rong used his own body to block the iron fan that Fan Yuanhai threw at his broken arm. Because, with his martial arts level, neither his sword nor his flying needles could block the attack of Fan Yuanhai, a martial artist in the true qi realm.

The moment Duan Rong pounced on Fan Yuanhai, Fan Yuanhai's iron fan hit Duan Rong's chest. Blood veins all over Duan Rong's body floated and squirmed, gathering and bulging, and he took the blow.

Seeing that the two men were about to fall to the ground, Fan Yuanhai could feel countless slippery blood threads wriggling on his face, as if his face was covered with maggots and leeches, and he suddenly felt nauseous.

Fan Yuanhai moved his body, stepped on the ground, tilted his body and flew backwards, avoiding Duan Rong.

As soon as Fan Yuanhai stood firm, he cried out "Oh no!", because in just a moment, the poison had already passed through his shoulders and entered his heart.

Fan Yuanhai was shocked and angry. Without hesitation, he swung his fan and broke his left arm at the root, because the poison was still spreading and invading from the broken arm.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the bones of Fan Yuanhai's bloody shoulder were exposed.

The sudden and huge pain made Fan Yuanhai dizzy and he almost fell down!
Duan Rong stood not far away with blood threads floating all over his body. His spiritual consciousness penetrated Fan Yuanhai's body, and he felt relieved immediately. The poinsettia had already invaded Fan Yuanhai's heart meridian.

Fan Yuanhai immediately sat down cross-legged in the dense forest, trying to use his luck to force out the poison.

Once the poison enters the heart veins, it will spread throughout the body in an instant as the heart beats and ejects blood. But if the heart beats, even if Fan Yuanhai is a strong man in the True Qi realm, he will not be able to hold out for long. And if the poison is sealed in the heart, the heart will rot quickly.

Duan Rong saw Fan Yuanhai sitting cross-legged and just looked at him motionlessly.

Duan Rong knew it very well. Fan Yuanhai's attack this time was different from Jie Daohan's attack. Jie Daohan's poison entered from the stomach, and he could force it out by circulating his Qi. So when Jie Daohan was sitting cross-legged to force out the poison, Duan Rong kept harassing him.

This time, Fan Yuanhai's poison entered his heart. The poinsettia poison is so potent that once it enters the heart, there is no way to save him.

Even if he did nothing at this moment, Fan Yuanhai would surely die.

Moreover, the poison that Jie Daohan was poisoned with was only three silver needles, and he gave Fan Yuanhai the same dosage.

If the evil doctor Shen Ping knew that he used poinsettia to apply medicine powder directly, I wonder if he would scold him for wasting natural resources?

However, after a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai's poison had already permeated into his entire body's meridians, and it was impossible to force out his true Qi!

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with ferocity!

He was a warrior at the second level of True Qi Realm. He had never thought that Duan Rong, who was at the Inner Qi Realm, could actually kill him!

But he knew that he would definitely die today!

Blood threads were floating and wriggling all over Duan Rong's body. With the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he might be able to kill Duan Rong, but if he couldn't kill him, he could expose him.

As long as he rushed to the official road and told Zhu Qunxiang and the others that Duan Rong was the traitor of the Filthy Blood Cult, Zhu Qunxiang and the others would never let Duan Rong go!
Fan Yuanhai suddenly jumped up, leaped forward, and ran wildly in the other direction.

Duan Rong was stunned. He thought Fan Yuanhai would counterattack before his death, but he didn't expect that Fan Yuanhai was still trying to escape when he was about to die.

"wrong!"

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat and he immediately understood Fan Yuanhai's vicious intentions. He ran towards Fan Yuanhai as fast as he could.

But Fan Yuanhai is a powerful Qi master, and he is also very good at Qinggong. How can Duan Rong catch up with him?

However, just as Fan Yuanhai moved his body, within a few breaths, his eyes began to see double and his steps became unsteady.

The poison was originally only in his meridians, but after he ran wildly, the poison instantly invaded his muscles and organs.

He himself couldn't see that his entire body was already red, as bright as blood!

This color is much darker than the color when Jie Daohan died!

Fan Yuanhai leaped up, but in mid-air, his body suddenly froze and he fell straight down.

Duan Rong, who was several feet behind him, leaped a few times before stopping not far away, looking cautiously at Fan Yuanhai who had fallen to the ground.

Fan Yuanhai fell on his back, and Duan Rong clearly saw that his face was as red as if it was covered with blood.

Duan Rong swung his hand, and a silver needle shot towards Fan Yuanhai's forehead. The silver needle went straight in without any delay.

Duan Rong felt relieved and took a deep breath. With a thought, the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body suddenly shrank back into his body through his pores.

As the blood threads floated and squirmed, Duan Rong had been suppressing his intensive phobia and the waves of nausea and itchiness that were rising up.

If there was any other way, he would never want to use the Divine Art of Filthy Blood.

Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and repeatedly used his spiritual sense to explore. His soul had already been consumed a lot, and he had just used a spiritual wave. His soul had already felt a tingling sensation, and Duan Rong's eyes showed a deep lethargy.

Duan Rong gritted his teeth and walked towards Fan Yuanhai's body with heavy steps.

Duan Rong walked over, picked up Fan Yuanhai's body, slowly walked out of the dense forest, and returned to the ruined temple.

Duan Rong threw Fan Yuanhai's body next to the headless body of the blood monk Wuxiang, and then cut off Fan Yuanhai's head with one knife.

With the stimulation of the strong smell of blood, the ownerless blood threads on the headless body of the blood monk Wuxiang, which were already very dry and thirsty, immediately climbed and spread towards Fan Yuanhai's body like weeds. However, after a few breaths, Fan Yuanhai's body turned into a mummy...

(End of this chapter)