The swords and sticks intersected, and King Yasha's arms received an unusually large weight. Although he was not afraid, he was unwilling to fight head-on with his opponent. Wherever his mind moved, there was a soft "Puff" sound, and his body was disillusioned, and he appeared the next moment. Behind Wei Shiqi, Ye Butcher slashed at the back of his neck. Wei Shiqi turned half of his body and waved his backhand. The red copper hate stick pounced on him like a poisonous snake. King Yaksha did not wait for the move to make him old, and disappeared into the air again. He swung the knife from under him, cunning and vicious, and impossible to guard against.
The two of them fought in close quarters, using their speed to attack quickly. King Yasha's movements were magical, but his offensive was not as continuous as before. Wei Shiqi defended the enemy tightly and found an opening to counterattack, but the stick fell into the air and returned in vain. After fighting back and forth for half an hour, the blood of the ten evil stars was overwhelming. Wei Shiqi was very energetic, but the Yaksha King's sword power gradually relaxed. He was driving him to hit him with several sticks, and it seemed a little unsustainable.
Yan Nanzheng looked up at the ten evil stars and was speechless. This is the power of the secret technique of the life star. Once he breaks through the realm of "inspiration comes into his arms", the star power will be endless and the true energy will be inexhaustible. It is inexhaustible, and as long as it is not knocked down all at once, there will never be any danger of shortage. King Yaksha did not underestimate him. The Night Sword Sword Formation covered a hundred feet in radius, just to wipe out Wei Shiqi. However, he did not want him to escape into the immortal world and escape the disaster. Under the situation of one and the other, the outcome was only a thin line. , extremely difficult to predict.
He lowered his eyes and focused his attention on Wei Shiqi again. He was filled with emotion. There were only a few members of the Emperor of Heaven's lineage. After tens of thousands of years, someone unexpectedly finally rose up to help Emperor Xing rule the world. Everything was different. He was back to the starting point, back to the beginning, but he was no longer the Yan Nanzheng he was back then.
Li Laojun twirled his white beard and remained calm. Although King Yaksha's spirit was weakened, he was not defeated. After a long fierce battle, he had already seen clearly that Wei Shiqi, the master of Wuming Palace, was certainly not an easy person to deal with, but he relied on his reliable methods. , nothing more than a "Zhu Xian" golden talisman. Compared with the Night Butcher's Knife, the Red Copper Hate Stick, the Apocalypse Orb, the Wind, Fire and Gold Sand pale in comparison and are not enough to compete with it.
Sure enough, Wei Shiqi turned from defense to attack. The shadow of the stick was heavy and wrapped around King Yaksha, but he still couldn't find a chance to defeat the enemy. The golden talisman of "Zhu Xian" was clasped in his palm, and he was unable to take action. King Yaksha's escaping skills are weird. He switches between reality and reality with every thought, as slippery as a swimming fish. It is impossible to see through the mystery. Even if he gains the upper hand, it will be in vain.
During the fierce battle, no one noticed that the ten evil stars silently moved to the sky and hung squarely above the head of Wei Shiqi. Suddenly, a bloody light descended, covering a hundred feet in radius, and the figure of King Yaksha fell. Unable to escape amid the bloody light, Wei Shiqi took advantage of the situation and pounced, hitting his head with the red copper hate stick, leaving him unable to dodge and could only parry with the night butcher's knife.
With all the distracting thoughts behind him, King Yaksha let out a muffled groan. He shortened the knife by a few points, used his strength to move it around, and removed the red copper hate stick to the side. Wei Shiqi mobilized his star power to trap him, and took advantage of his illness to kill him. He swung more than a hundred sticks at once, causing sparks to fly, and the sound of jingling and clanking was heard. Suddenly, a golden light lit up, and the sound was overwhelming. The soup and the water swayed away the heavy blood and swallowed up King Yaksha with his sword in one fell swoop.
Li Laojun's eyelids twitched for no reason, and he immediately calmed down. The "Zhu Xian" golden talisman is very powerful, and its power varies from person to person. If the Queen of Heaven Jiang Ye sacrifices this talisman, King Yaksha will not be able to escape the murder, but if it is replaced by The Master of Wuming Palace is far from good, and I think King Yaksha can handle it...
The power of the golden talisman swept across the star field. It was extremely gorgeous and finally became dull. The blood light dropped by the ten evil stars was also extinguished. After more than ten breaths, King Yaksha appeared, with the night butcher's knife horizontally in front of him, from head to head. His feet were unscathed, but his face was slightly pale and his breath was slightly turbid. He coughed lightly and whispered: "The 'Zhu Xian' golden talisman is really powerful..." Before he finished speaking, the night butcher knife in his palm suddenly disappeared into the void, and the murderous intention invaded the void, locking Wei Shiqi.
As if being pinned to death by a beast in the darkness, Wei Shiqi's hair stood on end and his heart trembled. The Night Butcher's Sword took on the shape of a true spirit and disappeared in the void. It could deliver a fatal blow at any time. At this moment, he had to face King Yaksha is not alone. He is surrounded by enemies from both sides and is in danger.
King Yaksha pressed his lower abdomen with both hands, a look of pain appeared on his face, his fingers trembled, and blood gushed out. He pulled out a long knife inch by inch from his body and held it in his palm. Its shape was similar to that of a night butcher's knife, and it was stained with a deep The blood color is shallow, the head is stubborn, the brain is stubborn, and it is unruly, and it seems that it is not yet completely surrendered.
Tushita Tianzhu Bati was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze to Emperor Shitian, showing the intention of asking. Emperor Shitian nodded slightly, with a calm expression on his face, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, "Why is it that after such a long time, King Yaksha still hasn't shown up?" Subdue this sword?"
Wei Shiqi felt a warning in his heart, and with a flick of his fingers, the "Zhu Xian" golden talisman slowly rose and hung above his head. The ten evil stars dropped a bloody light. The star power surged, and the golden light flourished, turning into seven layers of light wheels. Then slowly rotate. There was a scream of "buzz" in the void, and a blurry black shadow quietly appeared beside him, only a few feet away. The cold light flowed, outlining a tall figure, and the murderous aura gathered from all directions, exciting the stars. Scattered, like a dream.
Is this the way to keep the bottom of the box? The trapped beast is still fighting, but it can't reach its navel! Li Laojun shook his head. He was not optimistic about Wei Shiqi, the master of Wuming Palace. The appearance of the true spirit Ye Tu was secondary. The bloody long knife that King Yaksha pulled out from his body was the terrifying and brutal murder weapon. If what he expected was correct, this knife should be called the "Night Demon", and its power would be greater than that of the Night Butcher Knife.
The true combat power of King Yaksha is to kill the night demon with both swords.
If Wei Shiqi could enter the Wuming Immortal Palace and practice for 18,000 years, and push the "intelligence into his arms" to the pinnacle, he would only be able to use his magic power layer by layer, not to mention two swords, but a hundred swords and a thousand swords. Go, use clumsiness and cleverness to defeat ten groups with one force, but if you miss this step, it is like a world of difference. You can only rely on the red copper hate stick in your palm to defeat the night demon with two swords.
The situation was overturned and changed in an instant. The trembling in his fingers spread to his wrists, elbows, arms and shoulders. King Yasha felt that he could hardly hold the Night Demon Knife. He grinned, a hint of ferocity appeared on his handsome and cold face, and took a deep breath. The blood on the knife quickly receded, condensed into a streak of blood, and was put into the mouth. The restriction subsided, the demonic energy soared into the sky, and the Night Demon Sword suddenly fell silent. After a few breaths, countless demon patterns flashed on and off, like stars rising and dying. An ancient and desolate aura emerged from the sky, and he transformed into the Heavenly Demon Palace and emerged in the void. , changing and twisting, looming.
The sky was dark and the earth was dark, the stars were disappearing, the Night Demon Sword was gone and he no longer struggled, but King Yaksha did not feel any relief at all. He released the restriction on blood essence and blood, and the demonic energy swarmed in like needles, eroding his body and consciousness. He has profound moral principles and a heart as solid as stone, and he cannot hold out for long.
But with the Night Demon Sword coming out, this battle was almost settled. King Yaksha's arms seemed to be as heavy as a thousand swords, he slowly raised the long sword and said in a deep voice: "This sword is called 'Ye Mo', also called, he, transformation, self, in, heaven, devil, sword—— "
