The pheasant was completely irritated, and its angry eyes almost popped out!
The only remaining whip in his hand began to make waves again...
Mizusawa Xuan tried his best to hide...
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Yaohua was lying in the medicine house, listening to the crackling sounds outside, and was worried that Xian'er didn't know martial arts at all! Although he recognized the owner of the Seven-Day Flying Star Sword, he still couldn't fully control it!
This made Jihua extremely anxious, and a rush of fire struck her heart---
She felt that the green arrogance in her body seemed to move--
At this moment, the white zhenqi has been smoked by the drug and has no effect.
Yaohua immediately circulated her whole body's aura, trying to make the dark green flames break out from the envelope of white gas...
For a long time, the dark green flames only gathered smaller and smaller, and finally formed the size of a raindrop, with an extremely rich color.
It crashed into Yuhua's body in all directions. Wherever it went, Yuhua felt soft and numb...
After a while, the green raindrops returned to the center of the white gas, and stayed there quietly again...as if what just happened didn't happen.
No matter how much you urge it with your thoughts, it won't move at all...
However, Yaohua felt that she was not as powerless as before.
She slowly moved her hands and feet, climbed out of bed, quickly opened the door of the pharmacy, came to the room and drank the tea in the cup - the antidote.
Later, I held my breath and concentrated again, and then gradually recovered
Opening the door with a "pop" sound, I saw that Xian'er was obviously downwind, using the trees in the yard as a cover to avoid the pheasant's whip, and throwing something out of his hand from time to time
That was nothing else, it was a human skull!
It turns out that Xian'er was forced to the third room just now, picked up the human skull and smashed it at the pheasant. Although it had no effect, it could hinder his concentration and make his whip fall less accurately!
This flying star knife, Xian'er couldn't control it at the critical moment... It was really a mess.
"Pheasant! You pheasant pretending to be a phoenix, your good days are over!" Yuhua shouted at the door.
The Yuanhong sword is already in hand! It shines with a shrill cold light!