Xia Quji has aged a lot, his eyes are dim and sluggish, and he has several age spots on his face. He sits in a wheelchair basking in the sun, dozing off, and his head is like a chicken pecking at rice. A tall and thick woman pushed him forward. She saw Li Shi and called "Master", but it was Zhou Ke's great disciple An Lianhua.
Xia Yong felt a burst of sadness. He took a few steps forward, knelt down on one knee, stared at his father for a long time, and shouted softly: "Dad... the child is unfilial..."
Xia Quji breathed heavily and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes fell on Er'er's face. Jiang was really old. He saw through it at a glance. His sparse eyebrows wrinkled slightly and sighed: "Why are you doing this?" Come on, you have a false reputation, don’t care what he does!”
Xia Yong said solemnly: "I can't let my father fall into the hands of others and be manipulated by others, and his reputation will be ruined for a lifetime!" He moved his eyes to a monk not far away, wearing a sky-high crown and a yin-yang cloak. There is a bitter taste.
But I heard Li Shi say from behind: "Now that the young gang leader has met the old gang leader, he should have made up his mind, right?"
Xia Yun asked: "What do you call Taoist Priest? Are you from Immortal City?"
The Taoist rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to an ordinary person. Li Shi deliberately tried to test the pressure and urged him to make up his mind, saying: "The young gang leader has good eyesight. This Taoist is Pu Taoist from Faxiang Sect in Xiancheng. I don't know if Taoist Qing from your gang knows Where did I learn a few rudimentary spells from, I just learned a lot and suffered a bit, but fortunately my life is not in danger..."
Xia Yun's heart tightened and immediately became cold. She only had one chance. Once her father fell into the opponent's hands, he could never get it back. He immediately made up his mind, took three steps back, lowered his head towards Xia Quji, leaned forward, held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and a few strands of silver suddenly appeared on his temples.
Li Shi shook his head. Xia Yun did not give up after all. He had to give it a try no matter what. Let him do his best and extinguish all hope head on, so that he could be completely defeated. He raised his eyes and glanced at Taoist Pu. Taoist Pu lazily spread out his right palm, and the evil energy rolled out, turning into the shape of an evil dragon. He slowly rose from behind, stared at Xia Yun with a serious look, and opened his bloody mouth.
Xia Quji shook his head and murmured to himself: "It's useless..." Xia Yong's heart was as solid as stone, and with all his strength, he pulled out a sharp sword from the Baipi Ghost Head Sword with a "zheng" sound. , the rage was soaring to the sky, the light of the sword flashed, and it passed by Xia Quji's head and neck. With one strike of the sword, the body immediately turned into ashes.
Hidden in the Ghost Head Sword is the Poison Dragon Sword left by Yang Hu!
Xia Yun killed his biological father with his own hands to avoid future troubles. His eyes were covered with a layer of blood red, his body was raised three feet, his clothes were torn, his muscles were as dark as iron, and he screamed like a fierce ghost. Pu Taoist said "Hey" and cheered up. The evil dragon volleyed down from behind him. Xia Yun held the poison-fixing dragon sword in both hands and secretly shouted, "Ruyi Zi, don't let me get in trouble!" He slashed out with the sword with all his strength, and the energy all over his body shook. , 30% of it was taken away in an instant, a spirit flew from the sword, transformed into the shape of a poisonous dragon, with two horns on its head, covered in scales, three pairs of narrow eyes on its face, with a fierce light, and plunged into the body of the evil dragon.
There was an earth-shattering loud noise, smoke and dust were everywhere, the evil dragon's Dharma image was torn into pieces, and half of the evil spirit was swallowed up by the poisonous dragon. Taoist Pu was heartbroken, so he activated the evil spirit to condense the Dharma image, and carefully fought with the poisonous dragon. Li Shi saw this and felt a thump in his heart. Back then, Guo Chuanlin used the Poison Dragon Sword to force out his base. He had to kill several of his disciples to silence them and fled in a hurry. Now that the poisonous dragon has appeared again, and Taoist Pu is far inferior to the Cangling Tiger Demon Envoy, will the defeat of that day repeat itself? wrong! If Xia Yun was sure, why would he kill his father with his son and kill him with a sword?
Li Shi had confidence in his heart, so he called An Lianhua and ordered her to go and comfort her fellow disciples, and not to get close without authorization to avoid being harmed by the magic. An Lianhua obeyed her master's advice, agreed, stepped out on her long thick legs, and left in a hurry. Li Shi glanced at Pan Xingzhou and saw that he was dumbfounded and swallowed. He seemed to be frightened. He immediately said: "That poisonous dragon has to be surrendered by Taoist Pu. Since Gang Leader Pan is in the right place, why not take the opportunity to capture Xia Yong?"
Pan Xingzhou smiled bitterly and said: "Master Li overestimated Pan..."
Li Shi said: "I'm not overestimating it. Master Pan is the only one in the world with his martial arts. With Li in charge, just go ahead and do whatever you want!"
Pan Xingzhou knew in his heart that the leader of the Huashan Sect looked gentle and elegant, but in fact he was illiterate and ruthless. He had to bow his head under the eaves, so he had no choice but to pull out his dagger and move forward. With the evil spirit filling her body, Xia Xuan's ears were sharp and she had noticed something strange early on. She turned around and grinned at Pan Xingzhou, revealing her sharp white teeth.
Pan Xingzhou gritted his teeth and activated the Donghai Corpse Fang Kung Fu with all his strength. His figure was erratic, moving forward and back, and he used the move "Stars Falling in the Long River", and countless cold lights erupted from the tip of the sword. Xia Yong did not dodge, she straightened up the Poison Dragon Sword and rammed it into his arms. She came first, the sword light was like a rainbow, and she wanted to trade her life for her life. Pan Xingzhou hurriedly changed his moves, and suddenly went around behind him, using his feet to move like a thousand catties. Falling, his body was leaning on the ground, lying on his back and walking like a snake, and stabbed his lower body with a sword.
Xia Yong suddenly turned her head and shouted at him. It was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. Pan Xingzhou's ears buzzed, he was dizzy and his sword skills were stagnant. Xia Yun circled the Poison Dragon Sword in time, just one square, with extraordinary strength. Pan Xingzhou felt the tiger's mouth go numb, and then a deep blood mark opened. The dagger flew out of his hand and disappeared into the sky.
Xia Yong suddenly stretched out his left hand, and a sharp claw appeared from the tip of his five fingers, just waiting to destroy his life. In a flash of light, the Taiyue Divine Sword thrust out from the side, taking out only the vital parts of his side. The tip of the claw scratched across Pan Xingzhou's chest. His clothes were torn, his skin was torn, leaving three bloody wounds. Xia Yun grabbed the edge of the sword, and countless black hairs grew on the back of her hand. She tried to break the Taiyue Divine Sword with all her strength.
Li Shi secretly activated the energy of Yuan Yin, and the divine sword cut through iron like mud. With just one twist, all five of Xia Yun's fingers were cut off at the roots. Countless black energy emerged from the broken palm, and they instantly returned to their original shape. Li Shi was very thoughtful and had already noticed that the other party's severed fingers had to be reborn, which cost a lot of energy. There were deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, and most of his black hair was gray.
How can a man fight against a demon? With Li Shi's help, Pan Xingzhou was lucky enough to escape. He breathed a long sigh of relief. Suddenly he felt a numbness in his chest. He suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that the flesh and blood of the wound were everted, viscous black blood oozing out, and there was a fishy smell. The breath went straight to his nostrils, and he was poisoned. He was so surprised that he hurriedly searched for the antidote. His heart beat slower and slower, half of his body became stiff, and he fell to the ground.
Li Shi curled his fingers and popped out a stream of Yuan Yin Qi, which penetrated into Pan Xingzhou's chest, protecting his heart and forcing out the poisonous blood. Xia Yun became fierce and ferocious, and took the opportunity to slash away with a sword as fast as wind and fire. The whistle of the sword resounded through the sky, causing the celestial phenomena to change color. Li Shi raised the Taiyue Divine Sword, and the light of the sword suddenly lit up, the yin fire wrapped around him, the coldness raged everywhere, and the earth was covered with a layer of frost.
The two swords intersected, and there was a soft sound, like the clear sound of a bell. Li Shi was calm and unhurried, and his robes made a hunting sound. Xia Yun's arms became thicker, her muscles bulged, her veins twisted like a small snake, and her face aged rapidly. Ten years of life were wiped out in a blink of an eye.
