Poisonous Dragon realized that Xia Yun had no way to continue, secretly sneered, shook off the entanglement of the evil dragon's Dharma, and turned the Xingchi lightning switch into the sword. Xia Yun's hands were shaking violently and she was breathing heavily. Li Shi was holding the "Taiyue Divine Sword" with a look of compassion on his face, and sighed: "Young leader, why are you doing this!"
During the fight, Taoist Pu has noticed the weakness of the poisonous dragon spirit. As long as he gathers the evil spirit and makes it unified and prevents it from being devoured, he can remain invincible. He stepped forward slowly and said unceremoniously: "What are the plans of Master Li? How unbecoming is it to make such a quick decision and delay it blindly!"
Pu Daoren was entrusted by his senior brother Tian Sizhong to go to the capital to help Li Shi and fight for him. He felt that he had lost his identity, but he did not dare to refuse outright. He was unwilling to refute his senior brother's face. In his opinion, this trip must be done with a sharp sword. First, kill Xia Yun with one sword, and then kill Zhao Ying with one sword. It will be over once and for all. The disputes in the world are left to ordinary people to deal with. As a Taoist, you should not get involved. in. He also knew in his heart that the Huashan Sect was the subordinate sect of the Huashan Sect, and the reason why his senior brother intervened in worldly affairs was because of Li Xiyi. It was a pity that he had to shave his head and choose others, so his intentions would most likely come to nothing!
Li Shi knew that Taoist Pu was from the Faxiang Sect, one of the thirteen sects of Zuodao. Faxiang had unique magical powers and was inevitably a bit arrogant. He apologized politely and looked at Xia Yun. Taiyue Divine Sword Ruyi The autumn water was flowing, and the cold air rolled away from the sky and the ground. Xia Yun leaned her sword on the ground, her teeth chattering, her eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost, her whole body was stiff, and her breath plummeted.
Is it finished? Is this the end? Xia Yun laughed dryly twice in his throat, and said decisively: "Don't shrink back, take this life as long as you can!" As soon as the thought fell, the Poison Dragon Sword buzzed, and a spirit rushed into his body, Xia Yun Narrowing his eyes, demonic aura surged into the sky, two horns grew out of his head, his eyebrows and cheekbones cracked, turning into three pairs of narrow willow-leaf eyes, covered with dragon scales, he raised his sword and swept across it, the demon power was poured into the poisonous dragon sword, Li Shi was caught off guard, Tai Yue Shenjian was hit hard by the Horcrux and shattered into pieces.
Taoist Pu realized the power of the evil spirit and hurriedly recalled the evil dragon to protect himself. He is good at fighting, and this method of burning life and energy to fight with all his strength can be used in one go, then weaken again, and then exhaust three times. As long as he can block the first wave, he will not lose anything. Li Shi was so alert. When he saw Taoist Pu turning from attack to defense, he stirred up the Yuan Yin Qi in his body. He pressed out his left palm and instantly laid down thirteen invisible barriers. The dim light disappeared and opened one by one.
Li Shi saw the opportunity and acted just right. Xia Yun was a mortal after all, and the demonic energy in his body could not be accumulated for a long time. He immediately stabbed out with his sword, and the Poison Dragon Sword turned into a cold light, breaking through twelve Yuan Yin barriers, and stopped suddenly. . The Horcrux was sharp and the killing was brutal. Fortunately, he was aware of the subtleties and was not careless. Otherwise, he would most likely suffer a big loss.
Li Shi was expelled from the fairy city and stayed in the secular world for decades. After all his efforts, he failed to obtain a small bronze sword and a string of skull beads. The small bronze sword contained a wisp of the spirit of the white tiger from the West, which conflicted with the energy of Yuanyin. Li Shi will It was presented to Huashan Sect Li Xiyi in exchange for her many years of protection. The thirty-six skull beads were left by the Eight-Finger Tutuo, but they were broken by Guo Chuanlin's sword outside Tanzhou City by the Heiliu River. Every single one of them was broken. Without any protection, I only had a Taiyue Divine Sword on hand to protect me. Although the Taiyue Divine Sword has been refined by the energy of Yuanyin, it is still an ordinary object. When it collides with an unparalleled soul weapon such as the Poison Dragon Sword, it pales in comparison and breaks into pieces with one blow. Li Shi originally thought that he would go to Youzhou to seize Xia for this purpose. Yu, pinched the snail with three fingers and captured it with ease. Unexpectedly, Guo Chuanlin left a poisonous dragon sword and killed him by surprise.
With bare hands, it was extremely difficult to resist the advance of the soul weapon. Fortunately, Taoist Pu had known that Li Shi was just a casual cultivator and had no magical weapon at his disposal. Xia Yun ignored life and death and tried her best to cut the evil dragon into several pieces, but she fell into Taoist Pu's plan. The poisonous dragon spirit possessed her, and the Horcrux killed him fiercely. Sure enough, in just over ten breaths, Xia Yun staggered, his horns fell off, and his narrow eyes closed one by one. His aging body was overwhelmed, his spirit flew out of his body, and in the poisonous dragon sword, his knees softened and he fell to the ground. , there was a rattling in the throat, his hair was white, his face was wrinkled, his back was bent into a bow, and he could no longer get up.
Twenty years of life, half a stick of incense, but in the face of Li Shi and Taoist Pu, he could not even hold on to half a stick of incense. Xia Yun clearly felt that there was not much left in his life, and it was slowly passing by. He slumped down on one side, tried his best to open his dim old eyes, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes. He killed his father with his own hands and he will never regret it!
Li Shi shook his head. Xia Quji never dreamed that he would be killed by his own son's sword. From the moment he drew the sword, Xia Yun had the will to die. No one can save a person who wants to die. Tianlong The gang had just risen and then disappeared. The three towns in Hebei, divided into black and white, were still dominated by the Yinma Gang. He turned to look at Pan Xingzhou, only to see him struggling to get up, the black blood on his chest turning bright red, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes full of resentment.
The situation was over and the dust had settled. Taoist Pu stretched out his hand, and the evil dragon's appearance turned into evil energy and rolled into his body. He was thinking in his heart that although this move was not perfect, it finally lived up to his brother's trust and was far from satisfactory. Suddenly, he heard an exclamation, It seemed to be the voice of senior brother Tian Sizhong. He raised his head in shock, and a bloody light came from the sky, penetrated his chest, and nailed him to the ground.
The void was rippling, and Tian Sizhong stepped out with an extremely ugly face. When he was about to help his junior brother up, he stretched out his hands and suddenly stopped. What pierced the junior brother's body was a bloody sword. Although the wound was not big, the vitality was wiped out, and he was full of evil aura. There was nothing left, the body was shriveled and broken, and all the essence and blood were lost.
That blood sword... that blood sword... Tian Sizhong turned around and could no longer detect Li Xiyi's breath. I don't know when she abandoned herself and quietly escaped, disappearing. Tian Sizhong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. This trip to Youzhou was because Li Xiyi had asked him to help the Huashan sect. His junior brother Pu Daoren was in the light, and he and Li Xiyi were in the dark. If Yang Hu showed up, the two of them would work together to defeat the enemy. , but as soon as the blood sword came out, Li Xiyi left without saying goodbye. Could it be possible... could it be possible...
Li Shi's expression changed several times. When he saw Tian Sizhong suddenly arriving, he was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He hurriedly said: "Master Tian Xian, are there any foreign enemies?"
Tian Sizhong raised his hand to stop him from continuing, his eyes turned cold, he turned to look into the distance, and sighed softly: "The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, you have hurt me!"
Under the clear sky, a flash of blood suddenly arrived and fell silently on Qingyang Dun. It was the long-lost and missing sheep guardian. Li Shi felt weak all over, his hands and feet were cold, and he sighed secretly: "My sixth disciple left a message saying that you are not a sheep protector, but Guo Chuanlin who joined the Huashan sect halfway. It's ridiculous, but it's sad, he knows people." I don’t know where the Guo Chuanlin is, it’s obviously an old ghost who has been reborn after years of death, and his ghost is still there, forcing me to fall into this situation!”
