There were shouts of killing outside the temple, and the two people inside the temple also fought for their lives. The paint on the old roof beams has long since peeled off, and thick dust and cobwebs have accumulated on them. Under the excitement of Xiao Ling's internal energy, the whole small temple seemed to be shaking. Wisps of dust leaked from the beams from time to time, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
Xiao Yunfan's face was flushed red by the firelight, and there was a layer of oil on it. A pair of sharp eyes exuded terrifying murderous intent. Although he looked quite embarrassed at this time, the fighting spirit ignited in his heart grew stronger and stronger like a blazing fire. It's not so much fighting spirit as hatred.
Jin Lingdang's death and Luo Jiutian's death were all caused by Ling Taixu. The death of the two of them made Xiao Yunfan very painful, and the only way to relieve the pain was to use the blood of the enemy to comfort these dead souls. If the seeds of hatred are planted in a person's heart, it is like a clam swallowing a grain of sand. Either the grain of sand becomes a pearl, or the clam shell dies in pain.
Hatred can indeed inspire a person's fighting spirit when he is in adversity. In order to take revenge, he is able to endure all kinds of unbearable pain. Xiao Yunfan understood that he had been praying for this day for a long time. Even if Ling Taixu didn't look for him, he would dig him out. Ling Taixu must die, and the Ghost Sect must disappear.
When encountering a difficult opponent, not only courage and force are tested, but also wisdom. In Ling Taixu's eyes, Xiao Yunfan was a rare opponent, and it was a pity to kill him. However, he had repeatedly ruined the family's plans. Even though he cherished his talent, this time he would never be able to tolerate him again.
Ling Taixu's murderous intention was born after being tricked by Xiao Yunfan. He was still wary of Xiao Yunfan's martial arts. In addition, he was born with a disability and was not at an advantage, so he could only win through conspiracy and calculation. The wall of fire between Xiao Yunfan and him was his best barrier. Under such a barrier, he could send his opponent on his way as long as he chose the best time.
But there were not many such opportunities, so he could only wait. When masters compete, victory or defeat can only happen in a split second. Any mistake will result in your head being handed over to the enemy. And in evenly matched situations, patience becomes even more important.
Ling Taixu's magical fire control technique was unpredictable, but Xiao Yunfan was keen to see through the weaknesses of this unique skill. But the most powerful martial arts in the world must consume a lot of internal energy.
Even martial arts masters with profound internal skills cannot continuously deliver Qi. Once the opponent's true energy movement shows signs of stagnation and decline, it means that the power of this unique skill has been exerted to its extreme. When the moon is profitable, it will lose, and when the sun is midday, it will move. It has been a common rule since ancient times that everything that flourishes must eventually decline. As long as you endure until this moment, it won't be a problem to break the opponent's fire control technique.
After figuring this out, Xiao Yunfan had reservations about his own inner strength. Sooner or later, the opponent's fire control skills will show signs of decline. As long as you have more patience, you will have a chance to defeat the enemy. Secondly, Ling Taixu is cunning and cunning, so he may have some back-up plan, so he can use the Wannian Ship carefully.
At this time, Ling Taixu's face was covered with glistening beads of sweat, probably because he exerted too much force, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily. In Xiao Yunfan's view, he was already showing signs of fatigue, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He couldn't help but said with great joy: "The old boy is not strong enough, it's time to send him to see the King of Hell!"
As soon as he thought of this, he turned back
The knife is inserted into the wall, and the palm is placed horizontally on the chest, stimulating the true energy, pushing it to the arm, and exerting force through both palms. After one palm is pushed out, the force of the second palm overlaps with the first palm. The two forces surged forward like huge waves. Ling Taixu didn't have time to think carefully before sending his palms forward.
When the two men collided with each other, the wall of fire was also affected. It no longer moved forward and backward, but rushed upward with a bang, almost lifting the roof of the ruined temple. Ling Taixu could no longer hold on at this moment. With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted forward, his face extremely embarrassed.
Xiao Yunfan took a sharp breath, jumped into the air with his feet, jumped over the bonfire, and slapped Ling Taixu with his palm. Ling Taixu stretched out his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, with a look of madness on his face, and laughed: "Haha, you have indeed fallen into the trap."
As he spoke, he turned his waist, pressed his thumb on the spring of the fan handle, and made a few chirping sounds, and the feathers on the fan swirled and shot forward. Even though Xiao Yunfan reacted very quickly and jumped back hastily, his face and shoulders were still hurt by the thin feather.
It turns out that the feathers on his feather fan are not ordinary feathers, but are made of extremely rare South China Sea iron and steel, and then made into feather shapes by skilled craftsmen. The opponent's sixteen feathers were sixteen flying knives. At such a close distance, Xiao Yunfan was lucky to have saved his life.
His heart was beating wildly, and he gasped for breath. He reached out and touched the blood seeping out of his face, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched.
Ling Taixu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Boy, that mouthful of blood is what lured you into the bait. Didn't you expect that? Haha, now you have been hit by my 'Thousand Mountains Dusk Snow'. This flying snow dart is filled with highly poisonous poison. As long as the poisoned person is lucky enough to resist, the toxicity will not attenuate, but will intensify, and invade your internal organs faster along with your Qi and blood.
If you can't get the antidote in a cup of tea, your whole body will rot and die. Now your life is in my hands. If you are wise enough to hand over your military strategy, I might consider giving you the antidote. Otherwise, if the medicinal properties take effect, Daluo Immortal will be unable to do anything. "
Xiao Yunfan disapproved and said coldly: "Huh! A cup of tea is more than enough to kill you." Then he jumped up again and counted Ling Taixu's palms in succession. The two of them applauded like exploding beans. Suddenly, he withdrew his palm, turned over and swept backward, returning to the wall.
He pulled out the long knife on the wall with his backhand, made a swipe sound, and pounced towards the opponent. Ling Taixu complained endlessly. He thought he had exhausted Xiao Yunfan's strength. He never thought that the other party also had a hand in reserve. Xiao Yunfan was extremely swift, and his shot was incredibly fast. Ling Taixu's pupils shrank suddenly and his expression changed drastically. There was a flash of light, and with a pop, the long knife pierced his chest, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red.
It seemed that with every drop of blood, he was getting closer to death. Ling Taixu gritted his teeth and held the blade tightly with his palm, trying to stop the blade from advancing further. Ling Taixu smiled bitterly and said: "You, do you really want to kill me? If you kill me, you will never know the whereabouts of your beloved."
He originally thought that the other party would be wary of using Feng Miaoqing's whereabouts as bait, but he never dreamed that when Su Changmao said this that day, Master Xunyi had already exposed this lie. Xiao Yunfan shouted loudly, his murderous intention suddenly aroused, and he did not intend to give his opponent any chance. He shouted: "Go to hell! You bastard!"
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ling Taixu's mouth, and his lips moved slightly.
, the iron whistle hit Xiao Yunfan's heart.
There was just a clanking sound, and Xiao Yunfan's person had drifted back. He covered his heart with one hand and hit his vest against the wall. Ling Taixu laughed loudly, but when he smiled, his smile suddenly froze, because There was a hole between his eyebrows, a bloody hole.
It turned out that Ling Taixu's last killer move was on this iron whistle. What he never expected was that this most proud killer move was the one that sent him on his way. In fact, God had his way, who made Xiao Yunfan have a gold medal in the pocket on his chest. The iron whistle hit the gold medal, but bounced back.
Xiao Yunfan took out the gold medal from his arms and said with a wry smile: "It seems that my luck is indeed good." As he said that, he stood up and walked forward.
Fang Kui and others fought to the death with the ninjas and guards, and everyone was covered in scars. Leng Chen swung the two scimitars left and right in his hands, colliding with the ninja's long sword, and the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly. Mao Chengfeng's neck felt slightly numb, and he knew something was wrong. He stretched out his fingers to seal the acupuncture points and shouted loudly: "Be careful of the opponent's An Qingzi."
It turns out that in addition to using shurikens and swords, these ninjas also hold a bamboo pipe in their mouths, called "Fukiya". This kind of bamboo tube will emit flower needles as thin as cow hair. Ninjas usually hide in the dark to carry out assassination missions. Such small hidden weapons can often have unexpected effects. Although Mao Chengfeng sealed the acupuncture points with his fingers, the poisonous needle was extremely toxic.
He felt his vision slowly blurring. Cen Ruyu stretched out her hand and pulled him behind his back, otherwise a ninja's sword would have hit Mao Chengfeng's head. But when he was saving Mao Chengfeng, someone unexpectedly slashed him in the back, leaving a long gash. Fang Kui was also stabbed several times on his knees and calves.
Just when a few people were about to lose their support, they heard a loud bang, the roof tiles scattered in all directions, and a figure jumped into the air. When everyone saw this, they cast their eyes towards the roof.
At this time, a flash of lightning pierced the night sky. The electric light reflected Xiao Yunfan's face as white as snow. He was soaked all over. He raised a bloody head with his right hand and raised it high. Under the shrill white light, the head's eyes were wide open with a terrifying expression.
Xiao Yunfan said loudly: "Ling Taixu has been executed. Do you want to bury him with him?" Sakurako Fujita glanced at the roof and was surprised. She hurriedly blew a whistle to signal a retreat. The ninjas and guards heard the whistle. , no longer eager to fight, and retreated one after another, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At dawn, the rain gradually stopped. There was mud all around the Earth Temple. After a night of hard work, everyone looked tired and hid in the temple one by one, leaning against the wall to rest. Xiao Yunfan didn't feel sleepy at all. He strode out of the temple gate, raised his head, and looked at the clear blue sky in the distance, but his heart was empty.
He walked slowly to the foot of a tree, unzipped his pants, and peed on Ling Taixu's head. Fang Kui stood not far behind him. Seeing this scene, he said strangely: "Hey! Everyone is dead. Isn't it very kind of you to do this?"
Xiao Yunfan fastened his pants, turned around, and said with a lonely look on his face: "You are wrong. When dealing with bad guys, you must keep your word. If you use his head as a urinal, you must use it as a urinal. This is called walking on words. You have faith. If you use his head as a toilet, that would be insincere! I, Xiao Yunfan, always keep my word when doing things."
