087 Because, this king is still there. (two in one, Yao Zhihong will die today)
"Yao Zhihong, stop it!"
A stern female voice suddenly came.
But Yao Zhihong remained unmoved. He struck directly with a palm, targeting Yan Wulu's forehead bone in front of him...
However, the slap never came.
Wearing an exquisite blue sea robe and brocade clothes, he had already appeared in front of Yan Wulu.
Yao Zhihong's full palm strike was easily blocked by the opponent.
The next moment, Yao Zhihong felt an overbearing sword intent coming towards him and had to fly back.
But even so, it is still unavoidable to be affected by the aftermath of the sword intention.
For a moment, Yao Zhihong felt the energy and blood in his body rising.
Yao Zhihong landed slightly and stood still. His eyes were ruthless and colorless, looking at the person coming...
It is the "Blue Sea Sword Master" Ren Junxing.
However, now, we should call the other party "Jun Xing" instead.
Zhang Chunhua also appeared almost together with Jun Xing, and she was the one who exclaimed just now.
At this moment, Zhang Chunhua hurriedly came to Yan Wulu's side, concerned about his injuries...
Qiuyue also arrived here at almost the same time.
Seeing Yan Wulu's appearance at this time, her eyes were sour, but her heart was even more angry, and she threw the two round objects she was carrying with her right hand...
The object rolled down in front of Yao Zhihong.
It is the heads of Leng Er and Leng San!
With such fierce sword power, looking at the expressions on Leng Er and Leng San's faces before they were about to die, it seemed that they were already killed by one sword before they even noticed the enemy's attack.
Even Yao Zhihong didn't think he could achieve such a level against his opponent Leng Er or Leng San.
Presumably, at this moment, in this huge medicine valley, there is only one person who can kill Leng Er and Leng San so easily...
Yao Zhihong was a little angry.
He was not angry at the death of the two of them, but just angry at Jun Xing for being dishonest and treacherous to him.
But Yao Zhihong didn't show it on his face, he just coldly questioned the culprit——
"Bihai Sword Master, you...what do you mean?"
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Qiuyue threw out the heads of Leng Er and Leng San with one hand.
And Yao Zhihong directly questioned Bihai Sword Saint Jun Xing...
But in fact, if it makes sense, it is only possible as Yao Zhihong thought - these two people were both killed by Jun Xing.
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At first, after learning that Yao Zhihong had used a secret method, coupled with Jiang Yueling's Taiyin constitution, it might be possible to get rid of the "inflammatory disease."
Jun Xing is a little tempted.
But later, a conversation between Zhang Chunhua and Zhang Chunhua at the top of the canyon touched the deepest part of Jun Xing's heart, and Jun Xing finally gave up on this method that was almost cruel and unethical and contrary to human ethics.
Jun Xing actually doesn't care if this method will sacrifice Jiang Yueling or some other woman...
He himself has never claimed to be a chivalrous person in the world.
He just...
He didn’t want to let down his direct disciple and his only successor—Yan Wulu.
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"Blue Sea Sword Master, actually, if you change your path now, it's still too late."
Yao Zhihong suddenly changed his expression and tone, and he said earnestly to Jun Xing——
"...Leng Er, Leng San, I have never cared about the life or death of these two people. They are just like two wild dogs to me. It won't hurt you to kill them."
"...As long as you and I join forces, Jiang can easily cure the "inflammatory disease" in his body in just a moment."
"...With you and me joining forces, and with Prince Zhenbei in hand, we may not necessarily be afraid of Yan Dong."
Yao Zhihong became more and more excited as he talked.
But what greeted him was just a fierce sword force...
Jun Xing swung his sword, and his peripheral vision and Yan Wulu's eyes exchanged. After confirming that the other party was not fatally injured, Jun Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked forward slowly.
"Yao Zhihong, you scumbag!"
"...You poisoned me and imprisoned me in an ice prison in the snow valley. Now you hurt my direct disciple, and you still want me to plot against my disciple's woman with you?"
Jun Xing said with awe-inspiring righteousness.
Yao Zhihong sounded a little confused... When had he done this?
"Blue Sea Sword Master, you are talking about..."
……say something?
Yao Zhihong's doubtful words have not yet been uttered.
Your swift sword energy had already arrived first, as fast as lightning.
Yao Zhihong dodged urgently, and his unfinished words were swallowed by him...
Jun Xing, on the other hand, did not give the other party a chance to speak. He directly raised his sword and swung it out.
Yao Zhihong bent his back to an almost right angle, allowing Jun Xing's long sword to narrowly pass by his face...
"You used poison to poison me. If Wu Lu hadn't thought carefully and sent Miss Zhang to rescue me in the Snow Valley Ice Prison, and also brought me the antidote, I'm afraid your plot would have succeeded today!"
Jun Xing said loudly while attacking Yao Zhihong continuously.
Yao Zhihong felt strange... Did he lose his memory, or did Junxing take the wrong medicine?
Later, when Yao Zhihong saw Yan Wulu in the distance, he suddenly understood...
Jun Xing, this guy, really knows how to deflect blame!
Yao Zhihong tried to expose the other party several times, but was forced back by Jun Xing.
Yao Zhihong is far from the opponent of Sword Saint Junxing.
He knew in his heart that there was no way he could save himself at this moment, and the poisonous silver needle appeared in his hand...
Yao Zhihong originally planned to fight them to the death with one blow!
He no longer cared about the attack from Sword Saint Junxing in front of him.
Hit the silver needle with all your strength.
The poisonous silver needle began to change, gradually turning into a row, then into a field, and finally it seemed like a rain of arrows from the sky...
The target covers the entire area where Yan Wulu is located.
Zhang Chunhua and Qiuyue quickly drew their swords and tried to block them with their swords to protect Yan Wulu inside the safest place.
It's just such a number and such intensive silver needle attacks.
It is simply not something that two long swords can block.
But even so, Zhang Chunhua and Qiuyue still stood in front of Yan Wulu without any worries...
Times of crisis.
At that critical moment, two tall men with very similar looks suddenly appeared. They each raised a huge tower shield with one hand that could only be lifted by an ordinary man's arms.
The four tower shields formed a shield wall, blocking the side of Yan Wulu and others facing the direction of the silver needle.
Countless silver needles pierced the shield, but it was difficult to pierce...
It's not that Yao Zhihong lacked internal strength, on the contrary, Yao Zhihong used twice as much internal strength to support him this time as before.
But the shield is made of a special material, as if it was specially cast to deal with this kind of silver needle weapon.
Yao Zhihong was shocked...
The shield wall is withdrawn.
The two people holding up the shields turned out to be Leng Er and Leng San!
Didn't they just die?
Why do they want to protect Yan Wulu?
Before Yao Zhihong had time to ask, Jun Xing struck straight at the opponent's head with his sword...
Yao Zhihong struggled to avoid it.
But one ear was still cut off by Jun Xing's sword...
The ears that were originally youthful and energetic turned dry and white instantly after falling to the ground, without any moisture, as if they came from a mummy.
Yao Zhihong hurriedly covered his missing left ear.
He looked ferocious...
"You... you... you are a bunch of lying liars and despicable traitors!"
Jun Xing didn't leave the other party any chance to speak...
He deceived and advanced.
Yao Zhihong was stabbed through with one sword.
Yao Zhihong's body stiffened and his eyes popped out slightly.
He used up the last bit of strength in his body to pull himself out of Jun Xing's sword...
His face was full of disbelief.
He didn't believe he would die!
He doesn't believe...it shouldn't be like this!
Yao Zhihong's internal energy was greatly consumed...
His appearance is aging at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.
The originally bright white hair became dry and forked, like withered grass, the skin that could be broken by a blow instantly became wrinkled, like withered tree bark, and even the tall and straight figure became rickety at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Everyone was silent between the life and death battle before and the shocking change of Yao Zhihong in front of them.
No one noticed that the cold air in the Snow Valley Cave had already gradually become thinner, and it had already dropped to an extreme at this moment.
And Yao Zhihong, who was already screaming repeatedly, suddenly felt a wave of heat surge inside his body...
Yao Zhihong's face was filled with shock. He lost the suppression of the cold air and the inflammation poison had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow. He instantly broke out "Inflammation and Toxin Syndrome".
Yao Zhihong's whole body had bulging blood vessels, and the blood flowing inside seemed like reddish-yellow lava...
Almost in an instant, Yao Zhihong changed from a tall and straight young man to a wizened, hunched and thin old man, and then turned into a lava burning man.
His whole body was howling in pain without any thought.
Completely opposite to his previous desolate, cold and indifferent style.
Comparing the two, people feel the contrast even more...
I can also better understand the unbearable pain of inflammation.
Everyone was a little afraid to step forward.
The infection method of inflammation poison is different from that of ordinary poisons and drugs...
Flame poison is a poison technique unique to the descendants of the demon clan. Except for those descendants of the demon clan, other infected people will also be infected if they come into contact with others when the flame poison breaks out.
Jun Xing was infected in this way back then.
For a time, everyone used long swords and shields to keep them at a safe distance.
He watched silently as Yao Zhihong was painfully burned to death by the erupting flames.
Everything is going on smoothly...
Until finally, Yao Zhihong gradually calmed down.
Everyone thought he had completely lost his vitality and relaxed their vigilance slightly.
But who knew the next moment, Yao Zhihong suddenly burst into flames.
He was like a fireball, rushing directly towards Yan Wulu...
He wanted to infect Yan Wulu with the poison!
At the critical moment, Jun Xing swung his sword directly, and the sword energy was everywhere.
Jun used his sword energy several times to cut off Yao Zhihong's legs.
But Yao Zhihong refused to give up and directly used the last bit of his inner strength to slap the ground with his hand, bounce it up and pounce on Yan Wulu...
Jun Xing's movement flashed and he appeared in front of Yan Wulu.
And Yao Zhihong also knew that his fate was over soon, so he no longer had too many choices and clung to Jun Xing's back like a gangrene attached to his bones.
In an instant, he merged with the poisonous flames.
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Jun Xing stabbed Yao Zhihong from behind with a sword.
The burning man fell, and behind Jun Xing, the blue sea robe was burned, leaving traces like magma, seeping into the body... that is the poison of inflammation.
From the beginning to the end, the look in Jun Xing's eyes did not change at all. He was still as calm as ever, as if everything was fate.
It was only at this moment that Yan Wulu realized how dangerous those few moments had been.
Yan Wulu no longer gave Yao Zhihong any chance.
He was holding the [Emperor Sword], and the light golden blade pierced directly into Yao Zhihong's head...
Then, Yan Wulu drew his sword and chopped off Yao Zhihong's head with one strike.
Death is eliminated by poison.
The poison is special.
After Yao Zhihong died completely, a very strong essence entered Yan Wulu's body.
Of course, only Yan Wulu, who possesses the [Soul Capturing Bone], can see this.
In the eyes of everyone, the magma and fire poison on Yao Zhihong's body dissipated...
He turned into a mutilated corpse, a mummified corpse, a charred corpse...
We can even vaguely see from it how miserable and miserable this "Poison King" who once ruled the world for decades was in agony before his death...
Yan Wulu stared blankly at Jun Xing, who had stood in front of him without hesitation.
In order to protect himself, the latter actually preferred to be poisoned by the poison again, and the poison penetrated deep into the depths...
In the complete silence, Yan Wulu and Jun Xing's eyes crossed each other.
They are masters and apprentices.
We were once masters and disciples with different thoughts.
But there is no doubt that at this moment, they are the most sincere and honest with each other...
Jun Xing approached Yan Wulu and said——
"Wulu, are you okay?"
"...As a teacher, I came a step too late."
Yan Wulu also looked at Jun Xing...
It's strange that he didn't answer Jun Xing's question for a while.
Just after counting the breaths, Yan Wulu said as if he was not answering the question——
"Master, don't worry, this disciple... will definitely cure your 'inflammatory disease'."
Jun Xing was stunned for a moment.
But then I felt relieved...
Yan Wulu is a smart man.
It's not that he couldn't guess what Yao Zhihong and Jun Xing did, he just didn't want to guess.
"Okay." Jun Xing opened his mouth and said calmly: "...As a teacher, I believe in you."
far away.
Yao Yingran also limped one step closer to Yao Zhihong's charred corpse.
He stared at Yao Zhihong's charred corpse and laughed loudly, as if the resentment he had accumulated for decades was finally expressed at this moment...
Yao Yingran suddenly pulled out the sword of the black-armored demon puppet next to him, and kept chopping up Yao Zhihong's corpse!
His eyes were full of fanaticism, and his eyes were bloodshot...
There is no skill in the method of chopping up the body, it is all emotion.
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Zhenbei Palace.
In the main hall, Zhenbei Wang Yandong is currently playing a game of Go with General Cheng Huanian.
The private letter from the secret agent Lingzhi is about the Crown Prince Yan Wulu. There are only five words on the envelope——
"The Valley of the King of Medicine is settled."
Yan Dong smiled slightly and quickly read the contents of the letter, and he already knew the situation in Yaowang Valley at this time.
"Your Majesty, you have won this game of chess again." Cheng Huanian said at the right time.
"Ha." Yan Dong's smile continued, "...It's mostly the work of these chess pieces. I just made slight corrections."
"Yao Yingran, you should have 'complete control' of Yaowang Valley now." Cheng Huanian pinched his chin.
"Um."
Yan Dong nodded slightly, "...he thinks that without the constraints of Yao Zhihong, he can do whatever he wants and break away from the control of our Zhenbei Army? He is too naive."
"The king's divine plan."
Cheng Huanian lowered his head slightly and continued respectfully——
"...Now, there are no longer two factions in Yaowang Valley, and the people from the imperial court can no longer intervene."
"Yao Zhihong, if he wasn't trapped by his own poison, he would still have two brushes. As for Yao Yingran, I really don't like him."
"His Royal Highness, this time may be very dangerous, right?"
"Lu'er?"
Yan Dong said, shaking his head slightly, "...He is the safest. Regardless of whether it is Yao Yingran or Yao Zhihong who succeeds in the end, they will not really touch Luer's hair."
Cheng Huanian was a little confused when he heard this.
When Yan Dong saw this, he dropped his hand, his eyes flashed, and he continued in a deep voice——
