Wei Shiqi followed his blood energy to find Yue Shan Mandrill. It was not that he had trouble with the Mountain Lord's bloodline. The Mountain Lord was also an ancient demon. The Poison Dragon Sword had little effect on him. Yue Shan Mandrill only looked up at him and continued to eat and cultivate. Human remains. Monster eaters are no different from wild beasts. Women and children have fine skin and tender flesh, which is delicious no matter how they are eaten. Adult men have much tougher skin and flesh, especially monks. They should wait until the end to grind their teeth and start with the soft and juicy internal organs. When he started eating...he chewed it until his mouth was full of blood, which was delicious and he didn't take the visitor seriously at all.
Wei Shiqi was not in a hurry to take action and took a few glances. The mountain mandrill had a burly body, long hands and short legs, small eyes, a flat nose, and a protruding lower lip. It looked like an ape, with two fangs exposed at the corners of its mouth. It showed a fierce look, and its body was full of blood. , a hundred times richer than Yuan Ang's, and his journey through the wind and sand was not in vain.
The Yueshan Mandrill emptied its entrails in two or three mouthfuls. He took a few bites of the good meat from the leg and smashed it into his mouth, still wanting more. He dropped the corpse and stood up, relaxed his shoulders, his joints crackled, and said in a loud voice: "Bring it to the door in a hurry, are you afraid that I haven't eaten enough?" He just took a step, his expression suddenly condensed, and he stared. A pair of small eyes stared intently at the sharp sword in the opponent's hand. He stretched out his hand to grab it and lifted a dark mace with a little more caution.
Wei Shiqi was too lazy to talk to the other party, and suddenly turned into a shadow. The Poison Dragon Sword came out of its sheath with a "chang", and the sword light surged, dividing the world into two. Yue Shanmandrill roared, picked up the mace and fought hard. There was a scream, like gold and stone bursting. Wei Shiqi suddenly appeared, the poisonous dragon sword buzzed, and the spirit swam rapidly, inciting demonic power, but was blocked by the wolf fang. The stick was pressed firmly against him, and he could not advance even an inch.
Yue Shan Mandrill exerted force with both arms and swung the Poison Dragon Sword three feet away. He exhaled a long breath and looked down to see that the mace was split into a crack. He felt a little weak. This mace was not easy to come by. He spent twenty years searching for magical weapons made from iron. These iron essences were used to make swords, and finally he refined it into a mace with a very strong texture. , the weight is unique in the Vajra Gate, and even the doorpost Shi Dalang was amazed.
Wei Shiqi tried the sword, but the poisonous dragon spirit couldn't suppress the mountain master's bloodline. Although the mountain mandrill was wolf-like in size, it moved very quickly. It would be too labor-intensive to move around and fight. Although the poisonous dragon sword was sharp, it had to cut through the thick mace. Even the sword edge can't bear it. He simply dropped the long sword and went up to him with bare hands. Yue Shan Mandrill was wondering in his heart. There was no need to compete with fists and kicks after abandoning the sword. This was not a competition. Do you really think he was stupid for throwing down the mace after his opponent? He did not hesitate, used all his strength, swung the mace into a black shadow, whirred, and smashed it on the opponent's head.
Wei Shiqi stimulated his blood energy, his fingers were covered with a layer of blood, he tapped the mace lightly, and moved aside. Yue Shan Mandrill was about to twist his wrist and sweep through thousands of troops one after another, knocking the opponent away. His palm suddenly became hot, like holding a hot iron, and the mace flew out of his hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was startled, and punched out with his left fist, but was caught by the opponent. The blood flowed upward, and his arm instantly turned into nothing.
Yue Shanmandrill yelled, and took more than ten steps back. His eyes were about to burst, and the blood in his body was boiling. The missing arm was immediately repaired, not even a hair was missing, but he knew in his mind that such a broken limb The magical power of restoration consumes the power of blood, like drinking poison to quench thirst, but it can't be used again. If it is used a few times, the Mountain Lord's blood will be exhausted, and there is no need to continue.
Yueshan Mandrill has experienced hundreds of battles and is a ruthless master who fought out of the sea of blood in the Corpse Mountain. He immediately clenched his fists with both hands and beat his chest, stimulating the power of his blood. He straightened up and stretched out two arms from his armpits, transforming into four arms. The Mountain Lord, with white hair like needles and roots standing upright, rushed forward with a roar, and knocked down all four fists, shocking the earth and the earth.
Wei Shiqi swiped the blood away, but only a layer of his fur was removed, revealing his bloody flesh and bones, which healed as before in the blink of an eye. He thought for a moment and realized that Yue Shan Mandrill was fully stimulating the power of his bloodline. His flesh, flesh, and essence were one and the same, and could not be taken away easily. His physical body had not yet recovered, and he frequently stimulated the blood and energy of the abyss. There was no essence to feed back, and the gain outweighed the loss. He immediately stepped back for a few seconds. He picked up the Poison Dragon Sword with his backhand, poked, prodded, and whittled to test the opponent's weaknesses.
With violent blood, Yue Shan Mandrill couldn't restrain the violence in his chest. His ferocity suddenly became fierce. He chased Wei Shiqi and smashed him randomly. He vented his anger. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back, and was stabbed by the Poison Dragon Sword, and was strangled. With one gouge, a bloody hole was dug out. The bloodline of the Mountain Lord is so strong. A wound to the flesh is not harmful at all, but the wound heals in an instant, but the pain is real. The Mountain Mandrill suffered enough and became furious. Unexpectedly, he was hit by another sword in his right leg. He was cunning and weird, and picked out the big tendon. break.
The punches were like the wind, and the punches were in vain. If they couldn't hit the opponent, it was in vain. The power of the blood in Yue Shan Mandrill's body was depleted again and again, and he gradually became unsustainable. His fanatical mind also calmed down, and he knew that he was afraid in his heart. He expected to fight again. After a while, the power of the bloodline dried up and revealed its original shape, making it even harder to escape. He was originally a snow-mountain great ape, he inherited the bloodline of the mountain lord, he was deeply loved by the lord of the Vajra Sect, he was also diligent, and it was only by chance that he achieved what he has achieved today. He wanted to retreat, used his remaining strength to throw more than ten punches, turned around and ran away.
Wei Shiqi followed him like a shadow, the Poison Dragon Sword pierced his lower back, breaking the fur, the Horcrux showed its power, the demon power was raging, and the wound could not heal. Relying on the bloodline of the Mountain Master, Yue Shanmandrill sold his back to his opponent, threw away his four arms, and ran for his life without looking back. Wei Shiqi raised his palm and pressed it down, and a stream of blood like a streak of blood penetrated into the wound on his lower back. , destroying the dead, going straight into the vital points of the body, the blood, energy and essence suddenly turn like a snow lion towards the fire, and the ice melts and disintegrates.
Yueshan Mandrill screamed, his legs gave way and he stumbled to the ground. He fell down and gnawed on the mud. His body shrank rapidly, revealing his true form as a snow-mountain ape, with his hands and feet twitching and trembling. The blood light wreaked havoc in his body, and his vitality plummeted. He barely held up his upper body. Wei Shiqi passed by, the Poison Dragon Sword fell, and a six-yang leader flew into the sky. A little sticky blood seeped out from the broken neck, The corpse shriveled up and turned into ashes.
Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand and was about to withdraw the blood when his feet suddenly loosened and he stumbled unexpectedly. An evil dragon sprang out from the ground and wrapped itself tightly around him, making it airtight from head to toe. This third-level evil dragon Dharma Xiang condensed by Master Pu of Faxiang Zong has three magical powers: detecting traces, sneaking, and trapping. It can attack secretly and is impossible to guard against. Wei Shiqi fought fiercely with the Yueshan Mandrill for a long time, but he had no time to distract himself. It's calculated.
The blood light rolled back, and the evil energy emerged from the sky, turning into a long and rolling river. The water mist rose and intercepted the blood light. This was the action of Tian Sizhong, the eldest son of Faxiang Sect. The Faxiang he condensed was not a ferocious bird or beast. Rather, it is an endlessly changing Styx. The blood light fell into a tight siege, rushing left and right, dispelling the evil spirits layer by layer, and the Styx Dharma fell down a level in the blink of an eye. Tian Sizhong secretly complained, and could only rely on the strong evil energy to support himself, but his heart was bleeding.
Li Xiyi saw his embarrassment, yelled and raised his flying sword, pointed two fingers, and struck Wei Shiqi with Xing Chi.
