Xia Qian couldn't help but hugged Bai Kou's arm, biting her fingertips and said, "Fairy? Monster?" Bai Kou's legs and feet became weak, and she smiled bitterly: "Miss, how can you be a god with this face? It's obviously a monster..."
However, the monster cowered in front of the sheep protector. Thinking of all the strange things he had done before, everyone suddenly realized and secretly guessed that he was a legendary monk. What he used to kill the "Iron Dragon" Song Dian with one sword was not a magic trick. , but a spell.
At the moment of the stalemate, a cry of surprise suddenly came from Sanmao Peak. Xia Yun looked up and saw Zhao Yanzhi leading a group of his men, staring at Jiang Boqu dumbfounded. He didn't know whether to come to report or to provide support. However, he was frightened and frightened by the scene in front of him. I lost my nerve. As if the dam blocking the river had broken open, and the flood had a place to vent, Jiang Boqu roared, leaping into the air like a wild beast, abandoning Wei Shiqi, climbed up the steep cliff to Sanmao Peak, and rushed towards Zhao Yanzhi and his party.
Zhao Yanzhi saw him foaming at the mouth and coming menacingly. He was obviously possessed by a monster and had his consciousness blocked. He said sternly: "Stop him, don't hold back!" Everyone took out An Qingzi and greeted him condescendingly. Unexpectedly, Jiang Boqu's muscles and bones were as strong as iron and he was invulnerable. Just protect your eyes and nose, several rises and falls are right in front of you, your arms suddenly grow, and the "Poison Dragon Sword" turns into a shocking rainbow, splitting a person in half from head to toe. The monster was so ferocious that everyone panicked and shouted and ran in all directions. Zhao Yanzhi couldn't hold it down and thought he was no match, so he had to sigh and abandon his men to escape alone.
Wei Shiqi could clearly see that there were corpses on both sides, but not a drop of blood was spilled. All the blood, vitality and essence were drained away by the sword, leaving only two shriveled skin and flesh, which fell lightly onto the cliff. He withdrew his gaze, fell on the slovenly Taoist, and said, "There is something strange about the sword in Jiang Boqu's hand. What is its origin?"
The sloppy Taoist had a sharp eye. Among the men and women in front of him, there were only two or three people who could fight with him. However, among these two or three people, there was a sheep guard, and even the fierce sword retreated. What should he do? The other party's gaze was as solid as a fierce beast, piercing him so that he did not dare to move at all. The sloppy Taoist knew that life and death hung on a thread, and said anxiously: "That is the 'Poison Dragon Sword' enshrined by the founder of the Qixia Sect. The sword contains innate essence, which can It makes people rejuvenate, but they have to compensate for it with ten times of their blood afterwards, and commit a massacre, otherwise, the person holding the sword will be drawn into a mummy and will never be reincarnated!"
What kind of innate essence is just blood and energy? If you want to take it, you must give it to it first. There is no free lunch in the world! Wei Shiqi was not surprised and said: "Rejuvenated? Was Jiang Boqu like this when he was young?"
The sloppy Taoist smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, you are just joking. There is clearly something wrong with the Poison Dragon Sword, which caused the change." In his opinion, Yang Hu was the culprit who forced Jiang Boqu to "demonize", but He didn't dare to say anything for fear of offending the other party and getting angry.
Xia Yun put the sharp sword back into the Baipi Ghost Head Sword, looked at the sloppy Taoist up and down, and asked: "The Taoist Master has a close relationship with Jiang Boqu. I don't know how to call him. Is he related to the Qixia sect?"
The sloppy Taoist secretly glanced at Wei Shiqi, sighed, and said: "It's a long story, and to be honest with you, the old Taoist calls himself 'Yi Qing' and is from... the East China Sea Sect. He was framed ten years ago and narrowly escaped death." Fortunately, Jiang Boqu and Jiang Tonglong rescued him, and he is still alive today. There is a saying that "a drop of water will repay a favor with a spring." The favors owed must be repaid. The old Taoist has no choice but to stay in Qixia Mountain and help Jiang. The bronze dragon guards the gate to the back mountain..."
Hearing the words "East China Sea Sect", Xia Yun's expression moved slightly, and she hesitated, but she heard Yang Hu said: "Young gang leader, you might as well go first, and I will take the lead here." Xia Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and Jiang Boqu It was so cruel that no one could stop it. Yang Hu took the initiative to cut off the queen, but he solved a big problem for him.
He said sincerely: "What a great Mr. Sheep!"
Wei Shiqi nodded slightly, and seeing that the sloppy Taoist seemed to be retreating, he said, "You stay here, I have something to ask you." Taoist Yiqing had a bitter look on his face, and had no choice but to stand by the mountain road honestly. , watching Xia Yun and his party bypass the Taoist temple and head towards the back mountain.
The "Bronze Dragon" Jiang Boqu walked on dangerous terrain and galloped back and forth, killing all the men brought by Zhao Yanzhi. The Poison Dragon Sword was nourished by blood and dyed with a light blood color. Looking around, Jiang Boqu saw Xia Yun and others in the distance, their ferocity rising. Just as he was about to fly down, Wei Shiqi opened his heart orifice and released a wisp of abyssal blood energy.
The Poison Dragon Sword buzzed and trembled, pointed straight at Wei Shiqi, almost about to fly out, a stream of heat poured into the sword. The blood in Jiang Boqu's eyes faded, his black hair turned pale, his tall body collapsed inward, and his muscles and bones were tense. Pain, consciousness returned to consciousness. He fell to his knees slumped on the ground, and was shocked to find that he had been beaten back to his original shape. He was still a decaying old man, with all the essence in his body wiped out, and he was a hundred times worse than before.
Taoist Yiqing saw it and felt pity in his heart. How could the power of that fierce sword be easily withdrawn? Jiang Tonglong was destroying himself, and no one could save him! It's just that he has clearly killed so many people and taken away more than ten times the blood and energy. Why can't he calm down the ferocity of the sword and instead endanger himself? Weird, there must be something weird in this!
Jiang Boqu's surprise was no small matter. He hurriedly loosened his fingers, and the Poison Dragon Sword suddenly turned into a streak of blood, and flew toward Wei Shiqi with lightning speed. He put his hands on the ground, his eyes were blurred, and he was almost exhausted. In just a short moment, he had aged more than ten years. He was dying and could not even stand up.
The Poison Dragon Sword swept across thousands of feet, and suddenly hovered in front of Wei Shiqi, turning left and right, hesitant to move forward. The sword energy pierced into the bone marrow. Taoist Yiqing was restless. He swallowed secretly and felt a little scared. What happened today would definitely not be good. If he hadn't confessed that he was from the "East China Sea Sect" in time, he would have easily killed him with his sword. , beheaded as an innocent soul.
Wei Shiqi looked at it intently for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take off the Poison Dragon Sword. A stream of heat rushed into his body and was rolled up by the abyss' blood, and it immediately turned invisible. The blood color of the sword body was like Tang Wo Xue, which faded cleanly, and the ferocious aura disappeared and disintegrated. The Poison Dragon Sword turned into an ordinary iron sword, without any difference.
Taoist Yiqing let out a long sigh of relief, and then became nervous again, wondering what Yang Hu would do to him. By this time, he had completely given up resisting, hoping that Yang Hu would be more generous and spare his life for the sake of the "East China Sea Sect". He had also heard about the Donghai sect's massacre of the Yang family in Heshuo. This hatred was not a mortal one, but someone had to find out the inside story of the family's destruction. He was willing to work for the Yang protector, which was the way to survive.
He rolled his eyes, picked up the scabbard, held it up with both hands, and said carefully: "This Poison Dragon Sword has always been enshrined in the ancestral hall of the ancestor of the Qixia Sect. Mr. Yang, would you like to go and have a look?" He was ten years older than Wei Wei. Qi, who was several decades older, followed Xia Qian's example and called him "sir" with a low profile and a thick skin, without any shame.
Wei Shiqi didn't care about these trivial matters, returned the sword to its sheath, and said: "Go and have a look." Taoist Yiqing was overjoyed, nodded and bowed to lead the way, and led him to the top of Sanmao Peak, all the way to the ancestral hall. go.
Jiang Boqu transformed into a monster and massacred, which alarmed the disciples of the Qixia sect. Most of them were ignorant villagers, and they were all trembling with fear and did not dare to show their faces. It was not until the Poison Dragon Sword abandoned him and Jiang Boqu fell slumped that they encouraged each other and acted cautiously. Come up and check. The only remaining elder of the Qixia Sect was still alive, and his energy was like a gossamer. Before he passed out, he strictly ordered his disciples to leave the mountain immediately and return to their hometowns. No matter what happened to Sanmao Peak, they were not allowed to look back.
After some discussion, everyone cut down the tree trunk and tied a stretcher to it. They carefully lifted Jiangboqu, abandoned the Qixia sect, and went down the mountain dejectedly. After walking for more than half an hour, I suddenly heard a loud noise on the top of the mountain and flying dust. It was the ancestor's ancestral hall that had something strange going on. Everyone looked at each other, and in anger they remembered Jiang Boqu's care. In panic, no one proposed to turn back to Sanmao Peak.
