"Boom!" A huge muffled sound came out, and the demon monk was knocked back more than ten meters.
But what surprised the demon monk was that the power of Xiao He's punch at this moment was far less than the punch that broke his wrist just now. It only caused him slight internal injuries. But at this time, he had no time to think about it. With this backward force,
The strength will escape.
"Xiao, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Just wait for my bloody revenge!" The demon monk's teeth were trembling. His hatred for Xiao He had penetrated deep into his bones and he would not stop until he died.
Seeing that the demon monk was about to escape, Xiao He had no intention of chasing the demon monk.
He just stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a smile: "Want to leave?"
"Can you leave?"
The demon monk seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at his palm. There was a hay head there. The grass head flashed and disappeared into his palm in an instant.
It turned out that after Xiao He used the secret technique inherited from the inheritance to dissolve the Yin Yang Jiangtou grass, he did not expel it from the body, but left it in the palm of his hand.
The best punishment for an evil heretic like the Demon Monk, who has killed countless people and regards human life as nothing, is to treat him in his own way and let him experience the torture of Yin-Yang Dendrobium.
"Xiao, do you think I don't have a way to break it?" The demon monk quickly calmed down. He refined the dried herbs. If he can release it, he can naturally collect it.
At this time, he stopped talking nonsense and immediately chanted a spell to get rid of the dropwort in his body. But what made him break out in a cold sweat was that his spell was ineffective against the yin and yang dropwort.
"What, what's going on?" The demon monk finally felt scared.
Xiao He raised his lips and smiled, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "I have told you before that this little skill of yours is not worth mentioning in front of our dragon country's Taoism. I added another spell to your spell. I
I can break you, but you can’t break me.”
"Demon monk, you have done many evil things. Today's retribution can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect. Reborn as a good person in your next life!"
As if to confirm Xiao He's words, as soon as he finished speaking, scarlet and bloody hay came out of the demon monk's ears and nose.
The Nanyang Demon Monk's body was shaking, his face full of shock. Even though he struggled desperately, even though he desperately tried to pull out the hay, he could not stop the dense growth of the hay, nor could he stop the disappearance of his vitality.
"ah!"
The demon monk shook a few times, then fell to the ground. After a few twitches, he died completely. His wide eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness.
He never thought that the corpse refining technique that he was most proud of, the yin and yang head lowering technique, would be so unbearable in front of Xiao He.
At the same time when the demon monk was killed by Xiao He with the Yin Yang Falling Grass, Gu Wenchang was already trembling with fear from Xiao He's power. When he thought of Xiao He's methods, he couldn't help but his legs became weak and he almost couldn't stand up.
Unable to stand firmly.
At this time, Uncle Zhang, who was also facing a formidable enemy, said calmly: "Master, don't panic, we still have hostages."
Hearing this, Gu Wenchang's eyes lit up and he looked at Cheng Qinglan aside. Originally, Gu Wenchang was planning to send the demon monk to assassinate Xiao He. It was Uncle Zhang who made the decision to catch Cheng Qinglan and blackmail Xiao He. This move can be either forward or backward. Now it seems
Uncle Zhang is indeed very scheming.
After reacting, Gu Wenchang didn't hesitate, grabbed Cheng Qinglan directly, put a knife against Cheng Qinglan's neck, and shouted fiercely: "Xiao He, if you don't want your woman to die, kneel down immediately and kill yourself."
Xiao He looked at Gu Wenchang coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes again.
"Young Master, look at me with that look. I'll give you a minute to think about it. Either kneel down or I'll kill Cheng Qinglan right now." Since Xiao He was willing to risk his life to save Cheng Qinglan, Gu Wenchang knew what Xiao He was thinking.
He cared about this woman, so he concluded that he could definitely blackmail Xiao He.
"Xiao He, don't kneel down. You must not kneel down for this beast. I will be very satisfied when I see you here." Cheng Qinglan burst into tears. She naturally understood that Xiao He had the advantage now. If he gave up because of herself,
Xiao He knelt down and was humiliated, she would rather die.
"Made, you're not honest!" Gu Wenchang used force on his hand and instantly made a gash on Cheng Qinglan's smooth neck. Red blood gurgled out from the wound, making Xiao He heartbroken.
"Xiao He, if you don't kneel down before me, do you really want your woman to die?" Gu Wenchang shouted sternly, his facial features shifted, his eyebrows raised and his eyes glaring, with a ferocious expression on his face.
Xiao He took a deep breath and shot his eyes at Gu Wenchang like ice swords, "Gu Wenchang, are you sure you want me to kneel? The people I, Xiao He, want to kneel on are usually dead people. Do you believe it?"
Gu Wenchang felt very uncomfortable when he was looked at by Xiao He's cold eyes. The current Xiao He was not the one who could make him shout wantonly over the phone. The other party had just killed dozens of his subordinates, and also made the demon monk fight with bronze.
Beat them all to death and cripple them!
"Bullshit, nonsense, kneel down quickly, the knife in my hand doesn't have an eye." Gu Wenchang pretended to be calm. He knew that the only way to survive at this time was to force Xiao He to surrender.
After some entanglement and struggle, Xiao He slowly bent his knees...
"No!" Cheng Qinglan cried bitterly. When she saw Xiao He kneeling down for her, she felt extremely heartbroken, as if someone was taking a knife and stabbing her heart again and again.
She had not been able to grasp Xiao He's thoughts before, thinking that Xiao He only regarded her as a friend, but at this moment she understood that she still had a place in Xiao He's heart.
And at this time, she also understood her own feelings. She loved Xiao He from the bottom of her heart, and there was no way he could be replaced by anyone else.
"Hahaha!" Gu Wenchang laughed maniacally: "Xiao He, aren't you very awesome? You killed so many of my brothers, even the Nanyang Demon Monk died at your hands, but today, don't you want to kneel down like a dog?
In front of me."
He had already planned in his mind that as long as he forced Xiao He to kneel down, the next step would be to let Xiao He cut off his hands. In this way, Xiao He would not become a piece of fish on his chopping board and be slaughtered by him.
But just when Gu Wenchang was feeling complacent, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if there was a strong wind coming from behind him, and he was instantly shrouded in boundless black shadow.
"Master, be careful!" Uncle Zhang screamed loudly and rushed towards the black figure, but it was already too late. His speed was not comparable to that of a half-step warrior.
"Crack!" There was a sound of bone cracking, and Gu Wenchang's arm was instantly broken by the huge black shadow, as easily as breaking a dead branch.
All the thugs looked at the black figure in disbelief. That person was the war copper who was kicked away by Xiao He just now.
In fact, when Xiao He kicked Zhan Tong away just now, it was not without purpose, but because he was guarding against Gu Wenchang's move. Although the runes on Zhan Tong were destroyed by his ghost gate golden needle, leaving the demon monk unable to repair it, this does not mean that Xiao He
He has no ability to control war copper.
"How did he come back alive? How could he suddenly attack me?" Gu Wenchang's expression changed drastically, and his face was full of fear and horror. But before he could think through these problems, Zhan Tong threw him in front of Xiao He.
Gu Wenchang spat out a mouthful of blood, and just as he was about to escape, Xiao He's foot stepped on his neck: "Gu Wenchang, do you believe it now?"