The true energy is being consumed at an alarming rate. The yellow-brown mist can corrode the true energy. Only Liu Wei'an's skill is profound. If he is an ordinary master, the mist will corrode the flesh through the true energy in a few seconds.
Bang, bang!
Liu Wei'an blasted the remaining two wanderers with two lightning punches. Before the yellow-brown mist spread, he withdrew to a safe distance and said calmly to the night sky: "Don't use your little tricks to embarrass yourself. Show some real skills, otherwise, when I take action, you won’t have a chance to take action.”
"Young man, it's a miracle that your character can still survive to this day." Poison Yama, who was wearing a colorful robe, was like a colorful cloud falling from the sky, with a pair of sharp eyes like knives.
"No wonder he's hiding, he looks so scary!" Liu Wei'an showed a disgusted expression.
Du Yanluo's eyes suddenly turned red. He was not good-looking, but he could not be said to be ugly. The reason why his face is scary now is all because it was disfigured in the formation, and the founder of the formation was Liu Wei'an, Liu Wei'an Wei An was the culprit. Now, the culprit was mocking him in front of his face, which was unbearable.
"You look very angry!" Liu Wei'an apologized: "I'm sorry, it's wrong to judge people by their appearance. I apologize for my shallowness like you."
"It's too late to apologize now!" Du Yanluo exuded strong murderous intent. The temperature in the air dropped rapidly. His left hand suddenly turned black. In the blink of an eye, his left hand turned into a black hand, as black as ink, so black that it was scary. .
"What's wrong with your hand? Is it sick? I know a doctor, a surgical expert. He is very good at massaging bones and treating bruises. He is especially good at treating diseases on the hands. From the look of you, it must be a skin problem, right? If you sign up for me, you don't have to queue up -" Liu Wei'an looked serious.
"Go to hell!" Du Yanluo couldn't bear it anymore and smacked out his palm. In an instant, a huge black palm as big as a mountain covered half of the street.
"City Lord, stay out of the way. Do not take the poisonous palms of Poison Yama Luo forcefully -" Di Dao reminded hurriedly.
"Not good -" The face of a thief not far away changed drastically. He didn't care about hiding his figure and was eager to escape. As soon as he stood up, his head felt dizzy. Then he saw that his skin had changed, from healthy yellow to black. Transformation, this process is indescribably fast. In just one breath, a good person becomes a black man.
"Big loss——" Before he could say the word 'It', the thief's consciousness dissipated and he died. There were more than a dozen people who died together. These people had various purposes. What they had in common was that they were too close, just in the shadow of the huge black hand.
"You're still too young!" Seeing Liu Wei'an actually using his fist to catch the poisonous hand of Du Yanluo, the straw hat old man couldn't help but shake his head, "Confidence is a good thing, but if it is too much, it becomes arrogance."
"Why don't you save me? It would be a pity for such a genius to die!" said the beggar.
"There are so many geniuses in this world? Some geniuses are worth saving, and some geniuses can only be saved once but not twice. Character determines the future." The old man in the straw hat said calmly, smoking a cigarette without intending to take action. While speaking, the huge black hand and the fist shining with thunder collided. Judging from the size, Liu Wei'an's fist was like a small ant, but the result of the collision surprised everyone.
After an earth-shattering loud noise, Liu Wei'an kept lifting, while his mountain-like giant hand fell apart. This scene stunned everyone.
In a head-on confrontation, Du Yanluo actually lost to Liu Wei'an. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone would definitely not believe it.
"Did Du Yan Luo let himself go?" Pei Yongji couldn't help but said. He really couldn't believe that the famous Du Yan Luo would not be Liu Wei'an's opponent.
"That's not the reason. One is that Liu Wei'an is indeed very strong, catching up with the older generation. The second reason is that Poison Yama specializes in poison and is not outstanding in terms of internal strength." Luo Wuyan explained.
"Look, Liu Wei'an is a fist." Yang Shisanlang suddenly said. Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan took a closer look and gasped.
Whether the lightning is silver or another color, it is difficult for ordinary people to have a correct description, but it is definitely not black. A black energy enveloped Liu Wei'an's fist, spreading towards the wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the entire forearm They all turned black, as dark as the hands of Poison Yama.
"Poisoned!" There was a hint of imperceptible relief in Pei Yongji's tone, and the solemnity on his face faded away.
"Liu Wei'an is too proud. It's a pity that he dared to take the poisonous palm of Poison Yama Luo head-on." Luo Wuyan stared closely at Liu Wei'an's fist. After the black engulfed his forearm, he did not stop, but moved faster. The speed spreads towards the upper arms and shoulders.
"Is there an antidote to Poison Yama's toxin?" Sanlang Yang asked.
"No solution!" Pei Yongji and Luo Wuyan said at the same time.
The black color quickly spread to Liu Wei'an's neck and divided into two directions, one direction went towards the head, and the other direction went downwards, swallowing the body.
"City Lord——" Yellow Ox and Stone Ox rushed over, their faces full of anxiety and worry.
"Don't come close!" Di Dao warned loudly, but only stopped Huang Niu. When Shi Niu heard the warning, he had already rushed to Liu Wei'an and stopped three meters away. He hesitated whether to retreat, but here At that moment, something terrible happened. His body suddenly turned black. Within a few breaths, his whole body turned black, as black as ink.
Wow——
The stone cow turned into a stream of sewage and flowed on the ground. No flesh, flesh, bones, or fur were left behind, only a pool of sewage.
"Stone Ox!" Yellow Ox was shocked and angry.
"Don't come close!" Di Dao shouted loudly. Huang Niu took a step and stopped quickly. The rest of the Ping An soldiers stayed in place and did not dare to move. This was the first time they had witnessed such terrible poison.
"How can this thing be broken?" Zhang Wuhe looked at Liu Wei'an worriedly.
"No solution!" Di Dao spit out two words.
"Nothing in the world is unsolvable." Zhang Wuhe didn't believe it.
"So far, no one has been able to crack the toxin of Poison Yama." Di Dao's voice was very low. "The city's main body has an unusual physique and deep strength. It may be able to create miracles."
"He is a freak and can't die." Zhang Wuhe seemed to be saying this to the Ping An Army, but also to himself. Liu Wei'an's condition was very bad at the moment. The black color spreading downward quickly passed through his chest and slowed down when it reached the Dantian area of his abdomen. The upward black color had already submerged his facial features. Only the center of his eyebrows was still a normal color. Liu Wei'an The whole person looked extremely strange, maintaining a fist-bumping posture and motionless.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...
A quarter of an hour passed...
Liu Wei'an is still alive, not dead, and his dantian and eyebrows are still not covered in black. Obviously, Liu Wei'an is still holding on.
"I have to admit that Liu Wei'an is indeed a very outstanding talent among the younger generation." Pei Yongji lamented that such an opponent was both his luck and his misfortune.
Competing with each other and promoting each other is a healthy development. If the opponent is too strong and crushes his peers, then other people's competition will be a joke.
"To be able to endure the poison of Poison Yama for so long, even the older generation couldn't do it." Luo Wu said, Poison Yama became famous very early, and many of the older generation had to respectfully call him "Senior" when they saw him, because his poisonous power was invincible. Many people are talking about him with disdain, and so far, none of his opponents have survived.
"Something's wrong!" Yang Thirteenth said suddenly.
"If Liu Wei'an doesn't die, he will become a great weapon." Pei Yongji's tone was a bit complicated. The longer Liu Wei'an persists, the greater his potential. Liu Wei'an has great potential, and the greater the threat to others, including himself. .
"I'm not talking about Liu Wei'an, I'm talking about Poison Yama." Yang Shisanlang said.
"Huh?" Luo Wuyan looked at Du Yanluo with lightning eyes. At this glance, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.
…
"Poison Yama is dead!" The beggar sat upright suddenly, shocked!
"What? Dead? Really dead!" The old man in the straw hat suddenly stood up. He stood up in such a hurry that his straw hat tilted. He was unconscious, revealing half of his pitted face, which was extremely terrifying.
"When did you die?" The beggar couldn't help being shocked. He sat on the edge and watched, but he didn't even see when Du Yanluo died.
"How did you die?" The old man in the straw hat was no less shocked than the beggar. The two of them claimed to be rare masters in the world. Every move around them could not escape their eyes. And now, the two of them were staring at a person at the same time. In a battle, one party died, and they didn't notice it at all. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?
No, this is not absurd, it is weird.
If Du Yanluo hadn't stood still for too long, which was not in line with his behavior, neither of them would have doubted it. With their strength and vision, someone died in front of them, but they didn't notice it. This was a mistake. The strength of the two was a serious challenge, and the one who died was Du Yama. It was incredible that no one knew when such a master died.
The two immediately replayed the scene of the fight between Liu Wei'an and Du Yanluo. The two only exchanged one move. It was easy to recall. The process was clear and not complicated at all.
"That wisp of fluctuation!" The beggar and the old man in the straw hat said in unison. At the moment when Liu Wei'an's fist and giant palm collided and the force exploded, an undetectable wisp of fluctuation flashed away. Because it was mixed in the storm, there was no one at all. Pay attention, even if you notice it, you will only think that it was caused by the collision, and you will not suspect anything else. It was this abnormal wave that killed Poison Yama with one blow.
"The soul is broken, the body is intact, this is a spiritual attack!" said the old man in straw hat.
"Today's young people!" The beggar's face lost the calmness it had before. He was caught off guard and suddenly launched a soul attack. Who can withstand it? At the moment of full force collision, Poison Yama has been traversing the continent for decades, and has gone through countless fierce battles, large and small, but it capsized in the hands of Liu Wei'an.
As a contemporary of Du Yanluo, the beggar felt somewhat sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox. Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and the black color on Liu Wei'an's body shrank.
