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"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

The arrow feathers in the sky shot towards Xuanyuan Yuheng from outside the colorful mist.

Xuanyuan Yuheng was about to interrupt Zhao Wujiang's breathing with one palm, but he had to hide from the crossbow arrows with the golden crossbow head.

The crossbow arrows were beating on the walls and on the snow.

Xuanyuan Yuheng's sword aura protected his whole body, and stepped out, trying to kill Zhao Wujiang through the rain of arrows.

"stop!"

With just two breaths, a roar came from outside the colorful fog, and the rain of arrows disappeared instantly.

Xuanyuan Yuheng frowned. This was Xuanyuan Jing's voice.

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, and Wufeng, the robe, took a sudden step.

"boom!"

When the two collided, the surging martial arts qi stormed, turning into ripples and dispersing, blowing away the wind and snow.

Zhao Wujiang's fist was like thunder, his legs and feet were like wind, and his body was indestructible, and he pushed Xuanyuan Yuheng's attack one punch after another.

"Zhao Wujiang, you're just delaying time!"

Xuanyuan Yuheng roared. He was extremely frustrated and could not use martial arts. He was interrupted by Zhao Wujiang's fist again and again, but Zhao Wujiang could not seriously injure him. Unless he was hit like this for three days and three nights, he might have a chance.

However, with Zhao Wujiang's attitude of squandering martial arts and fighting hard, not to mention three days and three nights, at most three cups of tea, Zhao Wujiang would be unable to withstand the loss of his mind and seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Zhao Wujiang still said nothing, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth and ignored it. He saw the colorful blood that kept flowing out of Xuanyuan Yuheng's mouth and nose, and his fists and feet became more and more forceful.

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With two rounds of arrow feathers and three rounds of unstoppable attacks, Zhao Wujiang suppressed Xuanyuan Yuheng with his indestructible Vajra on the snowy ground of six or seven feet in a radius.

"Ah!" Zhao Wujiang roared angrily and swallowed Xing Tian in his throat again, but the fist was still much worse, and he staggered and took a step back.

"I, I want to light the sky lantern for you!" Xuanyuan Yuheng was breathing heavily, his face and the snow-white sable fur were covered with mottled and colorful blood. He raised his hand and grabbed it hard. This time, there was finally no interruption from Zhao Wujiang.

The sword energy was surging, ready to go in his hands.

Zhao Wujiang sat down and sat on the snow, leaning against the vermilion wall, gently wiping the blood. Although he was tired, he still smiled gently:

"Prince, do you know how I became the emperor's confidant?"

"I won't give it to you..." Xuanyuan Yuheng's words "delay time again" had not been said, without any feeling, and there was no sign of gurgling blood flowing out of his mouth, like flowing water, and he could not stop it at all.

Xuanyuan Yuheng was stunned and raised his hand to wipe it. The blood in his hand did not smell any bloody, and it looked more like pouring paint into water.

His mouth, nose and ears kept flowing with light blood, just like his body bursting and flooding.

"It's medical skills." Zhao Wujiang leaned against the wall and smiled faintly. It was not like he was fighting against life and death, but more like he was talking to an old friend:

"You drank that glass of green ant wine. Every Dragon Invisible Guard you sucked with the Star Sucking Method now has a lot of medicinal materials around you."

Xuanyuan Yuheng was sobbing in his mouth and wanted to speak, but he had already kneeled to the ground, and his mouth and nose kept bleeding. He stared at Zhao Wujiang in a daze.

"By the way, prince, and even me." Zhao Wujiang took out a small white jade bottle from his arms, swallowed the medicine liquid into his stomach in one mouthful, and smiled cleanly, like a big boy next door:

“I have it in my body too.”

Xuanyuan Yuheng lay on the ground, his expression ferocious, and crawled towards Zhao Wujiang step by step. The blood had melted the white snow under his body, becoming a pool of mud.

He couldn't believe that with his invincible cultivation level that he could not leave the world, he would be defeated by a castrator.

He has never seen this kind of poison that can poison the powerful masters and powerful people before, nor has he ever heard of it.

Maybe he discovered it earlier that he could suppress it with his cultivation level, but Zhao Wujiang had already expected everything. The offensive was like a storm that kept storm, which made him have no time to heal his wounds until the poison broke out.
Chapter completed!