Chapter 625: High turning skills and evil killing techniques
The swords and pestles collided, and the rain stars flew.
Qi Baokang and Bai Yourong both took a few steps back, both with gloomy expressions on their faces.
Qi Baokang was surprised by Bai Yourong's strong physical strength that was seriously inconsistent with his tall and thin figure. Bai Yourong showed a deep fear of the sword technique that Qi Baokang was forced to use.
This short sword has a slightly curved blade and a black handle and sheath. It looks really ordinary. It is common to almost all men who are nomadic and hunting on the northern grasslands. However, the sword skills that match it are more than a hundred years old.
The almost extinct "high-turning knife technique". Even today, the descendants of the Ding Ling people who still live in pursuit of water and grass, can still use this set of knife techniques, have long been rare.
Qile Orion Qi Baokang, who looks like a barbarian in front of him, can use this set of sword skills, so he must have an extraordinary origin, maybe he is a descendant of the Gaoche King family. As for whether his ancestors are Afu Zhiluo, Qiongqi, or Baliyan
There is no way to verify the descendants.
The thoughts in his mind turned around, but he could only breathe. Bai Yourong's eyes narrowed, and the mace struck down again, with a fierceness that was even more ferocious.
Qi Baokang's right hand dagger flew between the palms of his hands several times, bringing out several rounds of silver arcs. It was like an arm using its fingers, like a tiger with wings! He looked at the wolf-toothed pestle and swiped it out diagonally, only to hear a "dang" sound.
With the sound, the blade and pestle head were immediately shaken up by two clouds of rain and mist.
Bai Yourong's heart was slightly shaken: the power of this sword was more measured than the hasty block just now. Moreover, the power was exerted correctly, the power was moved skillfully, and there was a vague style of a famous master. It was obvious that the person he studied under must be an unparalleled sword master.
When he thought of this, Bai Rong's attack with the wolf-tooth pestle was a little faster. The shadow of the pestle was mixed into the light of the sword, as if the frost color was mixed with ink color, and the square platform
When I climbed up, there was a mixture of black and white, swords, lights and shadows, which made me feel a bit dizzy.
However, the "High Turning Technique" has been passed down for more than two hundred years. It has been added and deleted by generations of descendants, and has been honed by countless battles. Its moves have been refined and its foundation is profound, but it does not have to be vain and glorious to defeat them. The two are worthy of it.
After dozens of moves, Bai Yourong's physical strength gradually declined. In addition, the iron mace and pestle was already heavy, and he finally began to defend more and attack less, and it no longer regained its original majesty.
Qi Baokang's confidence was greatly boosted, and the short sword was no worse than an ordinary horizontal sword when slashed by the ape arm. In addition, his father's "high turning knife technique" was not slow or fast, and he was particularly good at long-term attacks on the battlefield. He used several moves.
Afterwards, the situation turned around and gradually gained the upper hand.
Bai Yourong always liked to show off his sharpness with weapons, and he regarded the mace and pestle as the most powerful thing in the world. At this time, his shoulders and back were sore and weak, and his elbows and wrists could not support him, so he felt a little regret:
Why didn't he choose a light weapon to fight the enemy? For example, swords, spears and spears were either equally sharp or even longer. On the other hand, the mace and pestle in his hand not only consumed a lot of energy, but also turned clumsily. If he hadn't been
Being forced to eat a large amount of raw deer antlers and achyranthes by the "Sage of Yanshan", one's physical strength may not be able to withstand such a exertion...
Just when Bai Yourong was distracted, Qi Baokang suddenly turned around and slashed. The short knife immediately cut open the sleeve of his robe, cut through the flesh, and quickly spread a bright red on his left arm.
Bai Yourong's cheeks twitched violently, and he shivered in pain. He took a few steps back with his boots to stabilize his figure. He looked at Qi Baokang with sinister eyes, his eyes full of murderous aura. His pupils gradually turned from gray to dark red.
, like an evil beast that chooses people to devour, it will choke them with one blow.
Qi Baokang did not notice the change at this time. The short knife was stained with blood and he stabbed Bai Yourong in the lower abdomen again. However, when the tip of the knife came to a foot in front of Bai Yourong, it was forcefully swung away by the mace.
Qi Baokang was also a man of strong physical strength. When he saw the dagger deflected and almost flew out, he immediately said to himself, "Not good." However, he only stepped back a few feet when he saw Bai Yourong steal his left hand and grab a knife from his arms.
There was a "talisman" with black characters on a white background. Without waiting for anyone to take a closer look, he threw the "talisman" and hung it on the head of the wolf-tooth pestle.
In an instant, the "talisman" spontaneously ignited without fire, and the wind became stronger, burning half of the iron mace like a torch. The falling raindrops were like adding fuel to the fire, and several sparks exploded in succession.
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All the heroes marveled at it, thinking it was an ancient magic trick. Only Wu Zhengjie, Wu Tianshi, who was sitting under the Changxuan, had something strange flashing through his originally clear and indifferent eyes: the flames burning on the wolf-toothed pestle were bright yellow and green.
There is a trace of gray and defeated air, like the Nine Netherworld Fire drawn from the underworld...
Bai Yourong's pestle shadow carried the wind, rushed towards him, and roared: "Don't run away, barbarian! I will send you to heaven!!"
Qi Baokang's lips turned blue and his expression was extremely solemn. After resisting a few moves with the short knife in his hand, he felt it was difficult to hold back. The sparks flying from the mace penetrated the leopard's skin and seeped into his flesh. Suddenly, there was an indescribable feeling.
A sour and stinging feeling rushed from his skin to his head, causing him to gasp in pain. However, Bai Yourong became more and more courageous as he fought. The flaming pestle head was swung down as if it was free, almost shaking Qi Baokang's right arm.
It had to be dislocated. More sparks scattered and penetrated into Qi Baokang's body, like cunning and stubborn insects and ants, biting him so painfully that he wished he could live.
Yang Chaoxi felt something strange, and hurriedly activated the "Qi Watching Technique", and finally saw something strange: the veritable "Fire Flame Pestle" was actually covered with a layer of ghostly green. The green was not
The ordinary brilliance was like countless small runes gathered together. After looking at it carefully for a long time, I realized that those runes were actually many small Tibetan characters that looked like ghostly symbols! This shows that this evil method is indeed related to the "Sage King of Yanshan" Huo
Immortal copper is inseparable from Bon witchcraft.
Yang Chaoxi's thoughts flashed through his mind, and when he looked again, the wolf-toothed pestle swept right in front of Qi Baokang's chest. Qi Baokang raised his sword and tried to fight, but unexpectedly, the wolf-toothed pestle seemed to be carrying a huge force, and instantly broke the dagger. The offensive failed.
It decreased but increased, and then hit Qi Baokang's chest.
"puff--!"
Qi Baokang was blown away more than two feet like a broken kite. His back hit the railing, and blood spurted out from his mouth. He landed seven or eight feet away. His body was half paralyzed on the ground, and the brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed.
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To make matters worse, several yellow-green flames were thrown from the pestle head and stuck on Qi Baokang's chest, abdomen, and arms. The flames spread quickly, and soon burned into the sky, completely wrapping Qi Baokang in it. It was as if his heart was rotten and his bones were rotten.
The pain instantly filled his consciousness. Qi Baokang could no longer hold on and raised his head and screamed in agony.
All the knights felt their hearts tightening.
The twisting and struggling appearance of the limbs, as well as the roaring sound that is neither human nor beast, are like evil ghosts escaping from the Nine Netherworld Palace, violently impacting everyone.
Personal nerves.
However, what is puzzling is that the yellow-green fire did not burn the clothes, hair and skin. It was just like hundreds of thousands of loaches, drilling in and out of Qi Baokang's body without any hindrance, inflicting endless pain on his soul.
It was a thought that tortured him all the time.
Yang Chaoxi's eyes were filled with radiant light. While everyone was still lamenting for Qi Baokang, Yang Chaoxi had already seen something different through the "Qi Watching Technique":
Among Qi Baokang's strong bones and flesh wrapped in leopard skin, there are three "human shapes" of similar sizes stacked on top of each other. The "human shapes" are light red and have blurred facial features. They are Qi Baokang's three souls. The yellow-green flames are like tarsus.
Bone maggots lie everywhere in the three souls, gnawing at the outline of the three souls one by one.
In just a few breaths, less than half of the originally plump and harmonious three souls had been melted away by the flames. Although the remaining remnant souls were struggling hard, it was in vain. Both their shape and size were visible to the naked eye.
The speed is shrinking.
There are also seven dark gray "human figures" vying to escape from Qi Baokang's body, like prisoners who once escaped from trouble, immediately fled into the boundless void...
Yang Zhaoxi was horrified when he saw this. Such magic tricks on people's souls were indeed the usual tricks of the "Sage of Yanshan"! Although Qi Baokang's body was intact at this time, his three souls were burned out in an irreversible trend.
, not even a trace of smoke came out!
Wu Tianshi's face, with his hair and beard all white, showed a rare hint of hatred. However, although there were many knights in the campus, they might not be able to spot the strange things on the square stage more than one person. He had to pat the armchair heavily.
The handrail sighed and endured it for the time being.
In the eyes of all the knights, Qi Baokang stood frozen on the stage after several roars, without any movement or life.
Bai Yourong held the iron mace and pestle in his hand, stood proudly, and laughed wildly. In front of him, Qi Baokang had turned into a soulless corpse. At that moment, he was no longer afraid, he swung the pestle at an angle, and immediately smashed half of Qi Baokang's head.
.The muscular body fell upside down and landed on the blood-stained table, obviously dead.
A matter of life or death, victory or defeat is determined.
When all the knights saw that the fight was finally over, they all showed "nothing" expressions. Even Zen Master Lingzhen brushed his cassock and prepared to declare the winner. At this moment, Bai Yourong seemed to vent his anger.
, the wolf-toothed pestle in his hand was raised high, and it hit the deformed Qi Baokang's head again!
"roar!"
The group of heroes only heard a muffled sound on the stage, and Qi Baokang fell to the ground, his head like a melon, and was smashed to pieces in an instant.
The thick smell of blood quickly floated from the stage. Many Xiangshan Temple monks under the gate, who had never seen such a bloody scene, bent over and retched. Yang Chaoxi and the others were very close, and they all looked embarrassed. Shang Si
Zuo, Liao Haiqian and others even turned away, unable to bear to look at the miserable situation on the stage.
Bai Yourong seemed to be aroused by the smell of blood, and became more and more excited. He swung the wolf-toothed pestle in his hand one after another, then dropped it, swung it up again, and fell again... The head of the pestle, holding the nail in his hand, penetrated into Qi Baokang's flesh and bones, like a
Taotie Beast
Mouth, greedily biting and chewing Qi Baokang's corpse. In just a few breaths, the originally complete corpse had collapsed chest and abdomen, broken muscles and bones, and rotted flesh and blood. Even the leopard skin clothes were scattered and mixed in the bloody flesh.
The splashed minced meat was mixed with fascia, bone residue and broken organs, and spread out into an irregular large area on the square table. It was soaked in the rain and spread to the table farther away...
"啕——"
At this time, not only the monks of Xiangshan Temple, but also many women and young men among the group of heroes who had never witnessed the tragic killings bent over and strangled their necks and vomited profusely. Even the murderous mountain bandits were very angry when they saw this.
Frown.
Such acts of killing people and torturing corpses are not only ruthless, they are simply insane! If it had not been a matter of personal concern, most of the heroes in the audience would have rushed to the Sifang stage and cut Bai Yourong into eight pieces in order to satisfy their hatred.
Yuan Zai, who was sitting in the middle under the Changxuan, also felt his face twitch at the sight. Finally he couldn't bear to look at it and winked at Qin Yanxiao, one of the "Nanya Double Eagles".
Qin Yanxiao drew out his saber with a loud sound, led dozens of heroic guards and ran out, quickly rushed up to the square platform in full view of everyone, and surrounded Bai Yourong, who was still killing corpses with a pestle. Qin Yanxiao shouted: "Stop it, Zhuzi!
Don’t make the mistake of yourself!”
"Jie Jie! Self-mistaken? Jie Jie Jie..."
Bai Yourong stopped as he was told, and slowly turned his head and sneered. His head, cheeks, neck, front, etc., were all covered with overlapping, large and small blood spots.
"Back then, I traveled north, lost in the snowy mountain roads, encountered mountain bandits cutting trails, and was surrounded and killed by wolves. If it hadn't been for the 'Holy Lord of Yanshan' to take him in, I would have ended up as a pile of withered bones among the grass in the mountains...
...But in the Yellowstone Cave, how many people can endure the practice of seeking death?!
Young Master, I... Young Master has endured for five full years before I can achieve what I am today! Jie Jie Jie! Let the thief, God, judge whether he made a mistake or made a new start! Thunder is rolling from the sky and the earth is rolling.
The fire is blazing! But I am mad and the pestle is of endless use!!"
At the end of Bai Yourong's words, he became completely mad and his face was ferocious. He threw the wolf-toothed pestle high in his hand. After several flips, it was thrown to a height of three to four feet. Then it gradually weakened and fell back down, smashing it towards Bai Yourong.
Come.
Qin Yanxiao and others were stunned. Bai Yourong didn't even look at it. He picked up the mace with his hand and immediately used the momentum of the mace's fall to hit Qi Baokang with his backhand at Qi Baokang, who had long lost his human form——
"Bang——!"
The countertop exploded instantly, blasting out a five-foot-square pothole. The mace pestle stuck sideways in the middle of the pothole was covered with blood and minced meat. Qi Baokang, who had just left some remains, was now torn into pieces, red and red.
Slag, dust, white pulp... were splashed everywhere, and there were thousands of pieces of corpse everywhere...
Two severed fingers and an eyeball hung on Qin Yanxiao's chest, which immediately caused a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to wipe it away with his hand, several guards beside him couldn't stand the splash of ileum and organs on their bodies, and they vomited wildly.
He ran out of the plank road. When he didn't reach the camp gate, he jumped into the shallow water and washed himself at the risk of his life.
The remaining guards who were more courageous all turned pale. Looking at Bai Yourong who was grinning ferociously, all the swords in their hands trembled. No one dared to step forward to dissuade him.
The heroes all had expressions of hesitation. They couldn't stand what they saw, and they began to curse loudly. The one who cursed the most fiercely was Shangqingguan's master, Wu Xuzi Hao Jinhan, and a group of furious disciples, which caused many people who didn't know what was going on.
People look at you differently.
Yang Chaoxi is also a disciple of Shangqingguan, so he understands the indignation in the hearts of all his masters and brothers: before him, Bai Yourong left the master without permission, and actually fell down, recognized the thief as his father, and colluded with that evil thing! Even more so by sharing the stage.
Taking the opportunity of a martial arts contest to do something so heart-rending and outrageous that both humans and gods are outraged! Such an evil heretic should be punished by everyone!
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Chaoxi stood up. He made a sword gesture with his right hand, pointed at the square platform in the distance and said: "Bai Yourong! Heroes from all over the world come to compete for swords. It is understandable that they compete with each other based on their abilities. This is the case.
You are so bloodthirsty and a chivalrous person, how can you have the dignity to call yourself a hero!!
All the heroes gathered here today can bear witness to us. I will use an iron sword to teach you about your "Fire Flame and Mad Pestle". It does not seek victory or defeat, but only life and death! You dare to fight.
?!!"
As soon as this statement came out, both the righteous people and the evildoers all raised their hands and started making noises.
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