Zhang Yue's face was full of madness. If Wei Yuan's sword hadn't held him back, he might have pounced on him and bit him on the neck. The originally normal body was filled with evil aura that made Wei Yuan's eyes tremble.
It hurts, Zhang Yue has completely transformed into a monster, lost his mind, only instinct and desire for flesh and blood are left.
Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu's plea and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, the look in his eyes had turned cold, the blade of the sword trembled, and a burst of energy directly shocked Zhang Yue, and he stepped hard on Zhang Yue's chest. Under his physique that had gradually surpassed that of a mortal, the demonized Zhang Yue
Yueshengsheng was kicked several meters away.
The eight-sided Han sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to pursue him, and when he fell, he showed no mercy.
The real way to make swordsmanship improve by leaps and bounds is undoubtedly actual combat.
Wei Yuan's swordsmanship is now much better than that of his own at the beginning. His sword moves are sharp and all are aimed at risking his life. Zhang Yue, an ordinary person, can't compare to that embarrassed demon Taoist priest.
When he came back to his senses, his expression changed, and he activated the golden bell repeatedly, making Zhang Yue's offensive more and more crazy.
Wei Yuan slashed down with his sword, and crossed his arms with Zhang Yue, causing a series of sparks to burst out.
Then he stepped back instantly, stepping on a wisp of breeze under his feet, and appeared in front of the demon in a blink of an eye, spinning and sweeping, the sword edge trembled and let out a long and shrill cry. This move had great flaws, but the lethality was also extremely strong. The Taoist seemed to be extremely powerful.
He is not good at close combat and keeps retreating.
The Eight-sided Han Sword slashed to the waist, and a bunch of talismans were scattered.
A wound was cut on the man's waist.
The power of the sword was endless, and the momentum was endless. Wei Yuan drew out the broken sword in his left hand, and after sweeping it, he stepped forward and stabbed forward.
The broken sword pointed directly at the center of the eyebrow.
The old Taoist priest retreated, but now he couldn't avoid the two swords.
But before the move could be used, the evil wind roared behind him, and Zhang Yue roared and attacked him. Wei Yuan had to roll to avoid it, and blocked the move backwards. There was a loud clang, and Wei Yuan took the move forcefully, and added
Because I had stopped holding my strength midway, I felt a sweetness in my heart for a moment. I forced myself to exhale loudly and forced Zhang Yue back with both swords.
Just Zhang Yue's tearing palm still narrowly tore a crack in his clothes.
If his footwork were any worse, he might be injured.
The old Taoist priest was greatly frightened and retreated in panic. He shook the golden bell repeatedly and said in a fierce voice:
"Kill him, kill him!"
"Where are the five rampant soldiers and horses? Come quickly to protect the law. Come to protect the law!"
There was a gloomy atmosphere in the workshop, and many evil spirits emerged from behind the old Taoist priest. They were all dressed in ancient military uniforms, and a few were wearing armors and hunting with banners. They looked like elites. Wei Yuan took back the broken sword.
, picked up the evil-breaking and evil-killing talisman with his left hand, and touched it on the sword body, the sword was majestic and upright.
Those many ghost soldiers are useless without a ghost general to lead them.
I had already poured out of the villa before, but was beaten away by Wei Yuan's sword energy and wind attack, which leveraged his demonic power. Now I saw this short-haired Taoist priest drawing his talisman and drawing his sword again. His whole body was full of evil energy, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable.
Dare to go over, the old Taoist priest was furious and activated his talismans repeatedly, but these ghost soldiers were in disarray. If you go forward, I will come down. If you go up here, I will retreat.
The old Taoist priest's Taoist conduct was broken and he was unable to operate normally.
Now he shook the golden bell violently, asking Zhang Yue to act as a ghost general first.
There is a yellow talisman stuck inside the magic weapon, but the talisman on it is not cinnabar, but human blood.
Zhang Yue's three souls and seven souls are trapped in this magical weapon.
Drive the body with soul.
The old Taoist priest shouted hurriedly:
"Five rampant ghost generals, quickly listen to my orders and protect the law and kill the enemy!"
But this time Zhang Yue made no move.
The old Taoist priest's voice was sharp and urgent: "Five rampant ghost generals, listen to your orders quickly!!"
"Listen quickly!"
Zhang Yue's movements were always stiff. Wei Yuan followed his line of sight and saw that his clothes had just been torn open by the strong wind, and most of a string of pendants was exposed, hanging outside. Zhang Yue's eyes were fixed on it.
Looking at the string of pendants, his eyes widened, and although he did not regain his consciousness, tears were already streaming down his face.
The old Taoist priest also noticed this.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth and spurted out blood, and forcibly controlled many ghost soldiers to attack Wei Yuan.
At the same time, a dark light flashed among the many ghost soldiers.
He himself ran towards the struggling Zhang Yue, only regretting that he had been frightened back by the attack of the two swords. Now he was further away from Zhang Yue. Wei Yuan raised his hand and shook the eight-sided Han sword in his hand. The situation was urgent.
He leveraged the demonic power and slashed with his sword. The sword energy was mixed with the strong wind and drove back the many ghost soldiers.
The broad sword in the palm was moved horizontally, and there was only a crisp clang sound, and a long green needle hit the sword directly.
The green needle turned into a green venomous snake, went around the sword body and bit into Wei Yuan's palm.
The light of the broken sword flashed past and cut the snake into two pieces.
At this time, the cunning old Taoist had rushed to Zhang Yue's side, bit his finger, and the blood on his fingertips formed a talisman on Zhang Yue's back. It was a fierce blood talisman. In a head-on fight, the old Taoist priest was definitely no match for Wei Yuan, but in terms of
The Taoist priests made ritual sacrifices, set up talismans and opened altars, but Wei Yuan was no match for this old Taoist priest.
In just a blink of an eye, the talisman on the top of the talisman was completed, and immediately the foot of the talisman fell down, and the blood talisman was completed.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to grab the pendant and threw it towards Zhang Yue. He raised his palm to control the wind. At this moment, the demonic power wrapped around a talisman to eliminate disasters and exorcise evil spirits. It mixed with the pendant and fell in front of Zhang Yue. He shouted angrily:
"Xiaoyu is still waiting for you to come back!"
The old Taoist priest took the last step and said: "Get up!"
The talisman to ward off disasters and exorcise evil spirits was burned to ashes.
Zhang Yue's demonic energy was even more intense and thick, reaching a level that even Wei Yuan felt pressured.
Behind the scenes, tigers roar and birds chirp.
The old Taoist priest sneered and waved the golden bell, driven by three souls and seven souls, and said calmly:
"Five rampant ghost generals, capture that man and me quickly!"
Zhang Yue raised his head and roared, then turned around suddenly. Under the gaze of Wei Yuan who was holding the sword, he attacked the old Taoist priest as if madly. He grabbed the old Taoist's arm with his palm and bit down with his sharp teeth. With a shrill scream, the old Taoist priest grabbed
The arm holding Jin Ling was bitten off directly.
The golden bell fell to the ground.
The demonized Zhang Yue bit the old Taoist priest crazily.
Accompanied by a panicked shout, the old Taoist priest's clothes collapsed, leaving only a small figure made of black withered grass, full of evil spirits. It was only split from the center of his eyebrows, and all the evil spirits on it were gone.
A clean one.
A method to ward off disasters by replacing someone with death.
Wei Yuan recognized this technique, but there was still the blood of the old Taoist priest he had just chopped off on the sword. With the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman, the old Taoist priest would never be able to run far. Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Yue. The demonized Zhang Yue seemed to be crazy.
, frantically biting and tearing at the broken arm, and devoured it.
When Qingming finally came down, most of my arm had been eaten away.
Zhang Yue's expression changed and he started to retching violently.
Then he fell to the ground. There was his blood and a wisp of soul in the golden bell. Now he bit back the old Taoist priest. This technique was directly reversed. Zhang Yue trembled and touched his face and the scales on his arms.
The white fluff between the scales opened his mouth, tears streaming down his face.
The final poignant trombone.
Wei Yuan was speechless and leaned down to pick up the blood-stained pendant.
Zhang Yue looked at his hands and felt his instinctive desire for human flesh and blood. With tears streaming down his face, he looked at Wei Yuan:
"Xiaoyu, she..."
Wei Yuan said: "She's fine."
The voice paused and said, "She said she doesn't blame you anymore."
Zhang Yue touched the pendant and laughed, but shed tears again. He wiped his tears and put the pendant aside. He looked at Wei Yuan who had not moved away and saw the broken sword on his waist and said: "
Brother, let me lend you your sword."
Wei Yuan was speechless, pulled out the sharp weapon with his backhand, and threw it to Zhang Yue.
The broken sword was stuck upside down on the ground.
Zhang Yue pulled out his sword and inserted it into his arm with his backhand. His face turned pale. Then he roared and used force, prying up the inhuman scales one by one and throwing them to the ground. He then scraped away the white hair that had grown up with the blade of his sword.
After cutting off the scales, which were already bloody, he cut off his left arm and also removed the white hair on his face.
He looked dripping with blood, but he looked like a human being.
Zhang Yue returned the sword to Wei Yuan with both hands, then stood up staggeringly, crushed the golden bell with one foot, and burst into tears: "Brother... I am not a demon, right? I am not a demon, I am a human being, I
It’s a person…”
"I beg you, please, please save the little fish."
"She is so young and she doesn't know anything yet. I just want her to be alive. I just want her to be alive."
With tears streaming down his face, the man kowtowed heavily on the ground and pulled Wei Yuan's trouser legs with his palms.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to help, then paused.
The energy is gone.
Zhang Yue did not want to be a man-eating demon, so he took the initiative to crush the golden bell of his life. He had already died, and his soul had been dispersed by the evil magic. He was still holding the pendant tightly in his hand. Wei Yuan leaned over and took the pendant.
Picked it up, put it on his chest, paused, held the yellow talisman in his hand, and said slowly:
"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and is blessed by you in all your lives."
"He who has a head will surpass him, he who has no head will rise, he will kill with a spear and a knife, and he will dive and hang on a rope."
"Death openly and secretly, death due to wrongdoing, creditor and enemy, begging for life."
"I'm here to save everyone, and I'm going to be saved in a hurry. I'm going to save everyone, and I'm going to be alive in a hurry."
Zhang Yue's obsession slowly dissipated.
Still holding Wei Yuan tightly with his palm, Wei Yuan said:
"Don't worry, Xiaoyu has never done any evil... I will try my best to find a proper place for her."
As soon as I struggled, I really let go.
Wei Yuan turned around and crossed Zhang Yue.
Raise your hand and draw your sword.
Murderous.
PS: This book should be on the shelves at the beginning of April 1st, which is about a week away. It should be about 160,000 words by then. Please support me by then. Thank you~