The fate of life is unpredictable, just like the petals falling from the branches, some falling on the beauty's hair, some falling in the mud and dung, some drifting with the tide, and some being crushed into dust. At this moment, I feel high and content. Full, the next moment his soul was gone and his body was incomplete. Jiang Shangliu didn't expect that his master would kill people and silence him. Zhou Ke vaguely thought of it, but he didn't expect that this day would come so early and so suddenly, and all his loyalty would be lost in the blink of an eye.
Feng Shijun saw this and was secretly surprised by Li Shi's decisiveness and ruthlessness, and felt wary in his heart.
With the gift from Li Xiyi, Feng Shijun refined a Western White Tiger spirit, condensed the Dharma, and practiced the White Tiger Sword Qi. According to the Taoist oath he swore, he should serve him for a hundred years. Therefore, when Li Xiyi ordered him to follow Li Shi to three towns in Hebei, deal with it. A potential enemy, Feng Shijun had no choice but to interrupt his training and travel around the world to do his best.
Li Shi was thoughtful and put together all kinds of clues, and boldly speculated that the Tianlong Gang Yanghu was an imposter, and his true identity was most likely Guo Chuanlin, Li Yizhu's disciple and a remnant of the Qingcheng Sect. Regardless of Yang Hu or Guo Chuanlin, Feng Shijun didn't take it seriously at first. It wasn't until he forced him out of the void with a sword that the White Tiger Sword Qi couldn't do anything to the opponent. This made him feel troublesome.
The Poison Dragon Sword flew back and fell into Wei Shiqi's palm, buzzing as if he was unhappy. The ancient demon was so weak that it was nothing more than a remnant soul in the sword. He tried his best to attack, but was forced back by a mere demon tiger. How could he swallow this bad breath! Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand to press the spine of the sword to stop the harsh buzzing. He looked at Feng Shijun and said, "But did Li Xiyi order you to come?"
When Feng Shijun heard this, his heart trembled, and he asked tentatively: "Does your Majesty know Fairy Li?"
"Lingering on the sickbed is not conducive to action. I just want to thank her for it..." Wei Shiqi lowered the Poison Dragon Sword, and the tip of the sword fell into the blood. The Poison Dragon Essence received its consent, and he opened his mouth and sucked it away, sweeping away the flesh, flesh and essence. Bodies everywhere turned to ashes. The food in his mouth was snatched away, and the fierce ghost flying in the air suddenly became furious. Without waiting for Li Shi to drive him, he howled and rushed towards Wei Shiqi.
Wei Shiqi raised his sword and made a false strike, and the demonic power was released. With one blow, he killed dozens of ghosts. He said slowly: "The revenge of one sword in the outer land that day must be repaid a hundred times. Since Li Xiyi dare not come, Let it fall on you first and count it as interest!”
Li Shi stretched out his hand to recall the skull. As soon as it was in his palm, it was torn into pieces, and the bone powder fell rustlingly from between his fingers. No one was spared. His face changed slightly, knowing that he had misjudged the other party's strength. Li Xiyi never mentioned anything about the outside world, but Guo Chuanlin actually took her sword and escaped safely. Fortunately, Feng Shijun was with him today. He alone was... Send it to your door and seek death!
Feng Shijun's whole body was covered with chills, but he saw the other party lift the Poison Dragon Sword and strike at him. The panic in his heart was like a flash flood, but he didn't know where to go. He tightened his fingers and exhaled loudly. The white tiger sword energy turned from empty to solid, and he pulled out a long sword from the void. The light was hesitating, and he slashed down with the sword light. There was a loud noise, the tiger roared and the dragon roared, the sword energy It disintegrated in all directions and suddenly gathered above the head, turning into the shape of a white tiger in the west, filling the world with killing and murderous energy.
The magical power of the Dharma was originally established by demons. The souls are united to create the body outside the body, which is the true face of the Dharma. People like Tian Sizhong and Pu Taoist condensed the Dharma with evil energy to make it immortal. They are taking the path of cleverness. The judgment is like clouds and mud. The white tiger Dharma form of Feng Shijun has great supernatural powers that reach the heavens and the earth, and is superior to himself. He is not good enough, and he is afraid that his soul will be devoured by the Dharma, so he does not dare to neglect it. With endless sword energy, he rushed towards Wei Shiqi in the air.
Wei Shiqi flicked the Poison Dragon Sword with his fingers, and his spirit flew out, manifesting into the shape of a Poison Dragon, with scales all over his body, two horns on his head, and three pairs of narrow eyes on his face. Although it was majestic, it was like a candle in the wind. Erratic, appearing and disappearing. The White Tiger Dharma Prime fought with it for several breaths. The sword energy destroyed everything, and the essence and blood were consumed in a blink of an eye. The poisonous dragon roared, its body collapsed, and a soul was thrown into the sword.
The soul weapon is a killing weapon and must be nourished with essence and blood. Wei Shiqi has never bothered to sacrifice and refine this sword, so it is expected that it cannot compete with the White Tiger Dharma. Seeing the sword energy rolling down, he stretched out his hand to block it, and a gap opened in his palm, and the blood rolled away like a bolt of blood. The sword energy suddenly melted like a snow lion toward the fire, and no one came close. Feng Shijun tried his best The refined spirit of the Western White Tiger was swallowed up by the bloody light.
In an instant, the law collapsed. Feng Shijun felt like he was struck by lightning. He had a splitting headache, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he lowered his body. The evil spirit lost control and showed its original shape. Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Shi turned over and threw himself into the Heiliu River. Instead of using the water to escape, he plunged into the depths of the mud and used the soil to escape and fly away. The blood light rolled back and sank into Wei Shiqi's body. His blood refined his soul and fed it back to his body. Waves of heat surged through his body, comparable to the supreme elixir.
Wei Shiqi slowly stood up and walked towards Feng Shijun. The white-breasted beast collapsed to the ground, roaring feebly, with endless regret in his heart. "If you follow the wrong person, this is what you will end up with..." Bloody light burst out again, engulfing Feng Shijun's body and soul.
The poisonous dragon spirit beat its chest and salivated, Feng Shijun ate such a good thing from head to toe, not even a mouthful of soup was left, which made the master feel very uncomfortable! When I thought about it again, I felt a little cold again, "I'm with the wrong person" and so on. It seemed that I was thinking about it, but in fact I was beating myself up! Poison Dragon shuddered. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. He hunkered down obediently in the sword, not daring to hold any grudges and call himself master.
The Feng Shijun is a true Taoist demon, and his physical body, soul, and demon power are intact. With this great tonic, Wei Shiqi can finally leave his couch and wheelchair, and he feels really happy. He flicked his sleeves, whipped up a strong wind, swept the body ashes into the Heiliu River, erased all traces, laughed, and walked towards Tanzhou City.
Taoist Yiqing was in a daze, pushing a wheelchair and followed closely. Tanzhou City was in sight. He suddenly shuddered, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and had no memory of what happened. I looked up and saw the sheep walking in front of me with fluttering sleeves. I was startled at first, and then I was overjoyed. I left the wheelchair aside and hurriedly caught up.
"Mr. Sheep, your injury..." Taoist Yiqing asked cautiously.
"After raising it for so many days, it's no longer a problem."
Taoist Yiqing was very obedient and didn't ask much about what happened just now. No matter what happened, it would be a great good thing if Mr. Sheep returned to the same state as before. An unexpected encounter in Qixia Mountain aroused his ambition and desire. Taoist Yiqing still hopes to follow him to practice immortality and immortality. Now, playing with all the things in the world is just a small test. He must not be stupid and miss the fate of immortality.
As the sun sets in the west, Tanzhou City seems to be lined with a soft golden edge. The city walls, streets, shops and pedestrians are bathed in peace and tranquility. The veteran guarding the city nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face. He knew Yang Hu and knew that he was the leader of the Tianlong Gang and the only heir of the Yang family in Heshuo. If you plucked any hair, it would be thicker than his waist. He would definitely offend him. Sorry.
At the end of the long bluestone street, Xia Qian looked at Wei Shiqi from a distance, covering her mouth with her hands, filled with surprise.
