Ye Xiaochuan also gradually realized that something was wrong, because no matter how he retreated, the five-poison gold silk threads filled with strange poisons were instantly entangled. He could only use the eight moves of the Divine Sword once, but under countless qi swords, those five-poison gold silk
The silk threads are not blocked by anything at all, and the air sword cannot stop these hateful threads at all.
Having fought fiercely with Feng Tianqiong for nearly an hour, Ye Xiaochuan gradually felt more powerless than ever before. When three five-poison golden silk threads entangled the Wufeng sword, this time Ye Xiaochuan did not shake these hateful threads away, and the powerful poisonous gas
With the power of corrosion, the green light on the edgeless sword that evaporated with green light dimmed in a moment.
Although Ye Xiaochuan could defend himself against the pervasive poisonous gas by putting up a gas mask, he could not resist the strange poison from the Five Poison Golden Silk. He instantly felt the poisonous gas passing into his body through the divine sword, and his head immediately changed.
Somewhat chaotic.
He shook his head, and just as he was about to calm down, the remaining dozen or so five-poison golden silk threads had already wrapped around him very quickly. Although he avoided most of them by relying on his body skills, the divine sword was entangled again.
Got two on.
Tangled in five five-poison golden silk threads, Wu Feng was almost out of Ye Xiaochuan's control at this moment.
When Ye Xiaochuan tried his best to shake it off, he found that his legs, hands, and abdomen were entangled in several five-poison golden silk threads exuding black energy!
The poisonous gas began to enter his body crazily, and in the blink of an eye, his skin began to show a strange blue-black color.
The demon sect disciples cheered in the arena, but the expressions of the righteous disciples all changed slightly. Under the arena, Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan had a very subtle connection in their hearts. She felt that the young man in the arena was suffering tremendous pain.
Her pale palms tightly grasped Zhan Chen's scabbard. Due to the excessive force, the veins on the back of her hands were clearly visible.
Ye Xiaochuan, who had been watching the dragon in the ring, was finally trapped. He struggled hard to get rid of the shackles of the silk thread, but no matter how hard he tried, the Five Poison Golden Silk Silk became tighter and tighter, and inside his body
There was more and more poisonous gas, and Ye Xiaochuan could even clearly feel that a black gas was rapidly corroding his spiritual power in his meridians, and his head became extremely heavy in a short period of time, as if all the strength in his body was rapidly
disappear.
He couldn't see his face, but he could see his hands. At this moment, the skin on his arms and the back of his hands had begun to turn green and black. This was a sign of being poisoned by a strange poison. Now he felt so tired, so tired, and just
I want to lie down and sleep with him for three days and three nights.
Looking at Feng Tianqiong opposite who was controlling the Five Poison Golden Silk and showing his arrogant smile again, Ye Xiaochuan felt very bitter in his heart.
It's over? It's all over?
Ye Xiaochuan knew that he had tried his best. He was no match for Feng Tianqiong. The magic weapon might be able to make up for some of the gaps in realm, but it definitely could not make up for the gap between the middle stage of out-of-body experience and the early stage of spiritual silence.
When he was about to give up, why did he feel so unwilling in his heart?
Can I lose? As the descendant of the sword god Situ Feng, can I admit defeat so easily?
Situ Feng was about to end his life with an earth-shattering final battle, so why was he thinking of giving up?
This unwillingness was growing, but he still couldn't do anything. There were more and more toxins in his body, and his head was getting heavier and heavier. Ye Xiaochuan even felt that as long as he took a dozen more breaths, he would completely pass out.
Feng Tianqiong is extremely proud now. Now he feels that he is ridiculous. Why was he still afraid of this young boy Ye Xiaochuan in the beginning? This boy's body skills are very strange and his sword skills are also very strong. But not long after the fight, Feng Tianqiong
It was discovered that Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level was not very advanced, and he probably had not yet reached the peak level of out-of-body cultivation.
It's all because Ye Xiaochuan's fighting skills in the first two rounds were too earth-shattering. As a result, he became cautious, thinking that this kid was an extremely difficult opponent to deal with, and planned to use the Nine Evil Needle to deal with this kid.
It's all because I overestimated this kid. What's the use of his fast sword under his own five-poison golden silk? This little black horse will eventually be defeated by his own hands.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's body softening little by little, the proud smile on Feng Tianqiong's lips became more obvious. He was too familiar with this scene, and countless opponents fell in front of him.
Feng Tianqiong even counted down in his heart, ten, nine, eight, seven... four, three, two...
When he counted down to two, Ye Xiaochuan had almost lost consciousness and collapsed on the ring. His whole body was as black as a loach, which was very scary.
You can't kill him, just give him the antidote later. As for whether the poisoning will affect the boy's foundation, this is not among Feng Tianqiong's considerations. As long as Ye Xiaochuan does not die, Cangyun Sect will find him.
There is no excuse to deal with the Demon Sect.
There was a sinister look in Feng Tianqiong's eyes.
But when he thought silently in his mind, he was surprised to find that Ye Xiaochuan had not fallen down yet, but was sitting cross-legged on the ring.
This can't be done. If you drag it on, it will be difficult to cure this boy's poison, and it will most likely kill him.
Then Feng Tianqiong looked at the elder referee under the ring.
The elder referee also felt that Ye Xiaochuan had lost and signaled to remove the barrier defense.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
A gust of wind was blowing from an unknown direction, and it was cold and cold, penetrating directly into one's heart.
On the stage, Feng Tianqiong's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly looked at Ye Xiaochuan.
"impossible!"
As soon as these three words were spoken, suddenly, the seventeen or eight five-poison golden silk wrapped around Ye Xiaochuan and Wufengjian suddenly made a sizzling sound, just like when a cook suddenly heated the oil when cooking.
Pour in the chopped pork.
Ye Xiaochuan slowly raised his head, and two black lights flashed across his eyes. No one noticed the two cold black lights in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes, only Feng Tianqiong.
The next moment, Ye Xiaochuan's originally black skin was fading away at a terrifying speed. It seemed that all the poisonous gas in his body was quickly absorbed by a mysterious force.
The thing that absorbed the poisonous gas was none other than Chang Sheng Jue!
Ye Xiaochuan's unwillingness and the poisonous gas in his body once again awakened Changsheng Jue.
The real name of Changsheng Jue is Blood Soul Essence, which is an ancient ghost treasure. The strange power it possesses makes even masters like Yao Xiaofu change their looks.
Over the past tens of millions of years, I have devoured countless ghost soul essences and blood, and even the evil spirits can be swallowed up in an instant. It is just a small poison, why should I care about it?
The horror of the Blood Soul Essence doesn't stop there. When it instantly devoured a Blood Bodhi tree that had lived for an unknown number of years at the bottom of the Yangtze River, the horror of its devouring was evident.
