Only now did I understand why Yang Qingshan didn’t show up before!
He must have been following me all the time. He must have seen and listened to my fortune-telling conversations with Chen Xiazi, Liu Wensan, and Liu Yushu.
There was a traitor in the Qiang tribe, and there was something wrong with those bloody Taoist priests, and he would definitely be able to tell.
When he appears, he will alert others. As long as he doesn't come out, it will give people a sense of uncertainty. Even if he doesn't come out at the critical moment of my life and death, it will make the opponent relax and think that something is wrong with him!
Even I thought something might be wrong with Yang Qingshan before, let alone others.
Now, as soon as his patricide curse came out, I thought about it clearly.
Yang Qingshan's move is to kill his father safely! He just wanted to wait until Yang Xiayuan took action before he killed his relatives out of justice!
Didn't the sadness, relief, and relief in those words perfectly explain his emotions?
"You traitor! You are still trying to kill your father! Today I will take back everything I gave you!" Yang Xiayuan's face became hideous and terrifying due to the distortion of his muscles.
The next moment, a dark Maotao Sword was seen roaring from above Yang Xiayuan's head!
This is all too fast, almost to the extreme!
Yang Xiayuan raised his head, raised his arms suddenly, and slapped upward hard!
There was a crisp sound of "Pa!", accompanied by endless echoes that resounded in his ears. Yang Xiayuan put his hands together steadily, and the black Maotao Sword was firmly clapped in his palms. !
But this is far from over.
There is also a light cyan shadow in the sky suddenly coming down!
There was another soft sound of "Bang!", and the shadow stood on the hilt of Maotao Sword! Maotaojian pressed down again!
Only then did I see clearly that the shadow was not Yang Qingshan, who was it?
His face was cold, his eyes were downcast, his hands were behind his back, his left foot was on the hilt of the sword, his right foot was hanging in the air, his light blue robe was blowing in the wind!
The veins on Yang Xiayuan's forehead popped out, shaped like ferocious little snakes. His eyes were wide-eyed, and big beads of sweat rolled down from the corners of his forehead!
A Taoist priest who debuted, a living corpse that turned green without swallowing a breath, and Yang Qingshan’s determination to kill!
Even though Yang Xiayuan used the blood of the good corpse to replenish his dying life, he is still an ordinary mortal in essence. With pure strength, how can he be Yang Qingshan's opponent?
Besides, Yang Qingshan also used his own patricide curse!
"Dad, let's hit the road." Yang Qingshan's thin lips opened slightly, and there was a bit of coolness in his words.
To me, this "coldness" sounds even more righteous!
It's a pity that Yang Qingshan didn't get out of the haired ghost alive. Otherwise, I believe that he would not have become a despicable and greedy person like Yang Xiayuan, and he would even have the ability to change many things.
In other words, people like him are the most suitable to be the ancestors of the Qiang people!
"Take the road? I won't die! The light will go out after death, but you are a treacherous son who wants to destroy the ancestors. I will crush you to ashes!" Yang Xiayuan roared angrily. He pushed up suddenly, as if he wanted to push away. This sword!
"Destroy the ancestors?" Yang Qingshan smiled lightly, and the foot he stepped on was suddenly raised, and he stepped hard on the instep of the other foot that was on the hilt of the sword!
"Dad, if I destroy my ancestors, I will learn from you and apply what I have learned."
There was another "pop!" and Maotao Sword fell more than seven inches!
Seeing that just two more inches would be inserted directly into Yang Xiayuan's Tianling!
Veins bulged on Yang Xiayuan's neck, and he shouted sternly: "In the sky at Renwu, there is no water in Guiwei, Gengzi Xin Chou and Yama Luo Chai, Wu Zi has already been ugly to the earth, and the underworld is full of blood and sorrow forever!"
"When Tai Sui travels, the blood will bite the corpse!"
His words were extremely vicious and full of murderous intent and anger.
Next to the coffin, there were seven living corpses of blood demons left. They were standing stiffly, but now they were all rushing towards Yang Qingshan!
The Maotao Sword was only over one meter long. He was standing on it, but it was actually not very high. An ordinary person could reach it with a single jump, let alone a blood evil! ?
The seven blood demons all jumped in front of Yang Qingshan in an instant.
Either pinch it with both hands, or use one hand to form a palm knife, or directly lock the throat and shoulder...
"Gai Wen: The sky is round and the earth is round, and there are nine chapters of laws and regulations. I will cut them off now and eliminate hundreds of disasters!"
Yang Qingshan stood firmly on the sword hilt with both feet, waved his right sleeve, and three peach wood swords flew out from his wide sleeve.
"One smite away the calamities of heaven, meet the road demons in the sky, slay all the devils, and leave home forever!"
"laugh!"
Three peach wood swords stabbed into the heads of the three blood evil spirits! Simply and neatly, without any hindrance!
The Green Corpse absolutely suppresses the Blood Evil from top to bottom! Yang Qingshan has blessed Taoism again, how can the blood evil be able to resist it!
"The second cut will remove the disasters of the earth, bring good fortune to the local households, men and evil women will return to their rightful ways, and they will perish themselves with the cut!"
The moment Yang Qingshan retracted his right hand, he waved his left hand, and three more peach wood swords were shot out from the sleeve of his left hand.
One of the swords actually penetrated two blood evil spirits!
In this instant, all seven blood demons were penetrated by the peach wood sword, and with a bang, they fell directly to Yang Xiayuan.
Yang Qingshan's movements were smooth and smooth, and he destroyed seven blood evil spirits with ease. I was extremely frightened when I saw it, and even more sad in my heart, because I thought of the contrast.
Although Liu Yu's curse was strong, his ability to destroy the blood evil was not as easy as Yang Qingshan's.
But after thinking about it, this cannot be attributed to the strength of Taoism. Liu Yushu's Taoism is definitely not weak.
Yang Qingshan's strength at this time should be more due to Qing Zhi's absolute suppression of the blood evil.
I was anxious in my heart and wanted to go forward to help Yang Qingshan and let Yang Xiayuan die immediately, but the rope on my body tied me tightly and I couldn't move at all. I could only stare at Yang Xiayuan and Yang Xiayuan with my eyes. Qingshan, thinking rapidly in his mind.
Because there is another detail, that is, the mulberry-killing curse used by Yang Qingshan has not ended yet. His last slash has not yet been used, and all seven blood evil spirits have been destroyed!
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if there was no sound at all.
At this moment, Yang Xiayuan's head was dripping with sweat. He pressed the Maotao Sword tightly in his palm, and the sword was closer to his head.
Yang Qingshan lowered his head and took out another sword from his waist. The sword was pale and cold, as if it was made of white bones.
"Do you know it?" Yang Qingshan said calmly, his voice even colder and hollow.
The muscles on Yang Xiayuan's face became more distorted, and there was already a look of fear in his eyes.
"From the summer of April to the autumn of autumn, death and transformation in the world should not stop."
"It is unfilial to Zhou to show off his evil and carry on the evil without a place to bury him, to destroy his life and cut his body into pieces!"
A cold and solemn spell came out of Yang Qingshan's mouth. He arched his body, bent down, raised the bone sword with both hands, and stabbed fiercely downward!
