Feelings of fear and uneasiness lingered in Ling Xiu's mind.
In the distance, Xu Xiuzhu, who had turned into a man of fire, was blazing into the sky. The intense heat burned the blue stone slabs under his feet into red magma. His angular face looked like a god in the raging fire.
He emerged from the fire like a lightning arrow, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Ling Xiu. He roared angrily, and then the sword came out like a majestic heavy rain.
Every time you take a step, there will be an explosion on the hard bluestone, and then a deep red footprint will be left.
The flame aura sweeping over the long sword was like a surging tide, and there was a thick flame, like a soaring fire dragon, slowly sweeping towards the sky.
The flaming sword light was still a long way away from Ling Xiu, but the sword energy that hit him like rain had already cut off his floating hair, and his luxurious clothes were covered with tiny ant-like wind blades.
It was torn apart bit by bit, and there were strips of cloth flying in the wind.
The murderous intention was so close that Ling Xiu no longer dared to hold back. Spiritual energy surged out from the Qi Palace of his body like a tide, and then soaked the tattered robe.
He raised his arms, and in his palms came the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring, resounding all around.
In an instant, the originally loose long sleeves were like a wild python that raised its head high, rising and falling like the sun rising and the moon setting, spinning out, and started again and again.
The dilapidated brick walls of the courtyard, which had been damaged by the flames and sword energy, were once again plowed into messy ravines by the sleeves, which were as hard as iron.
Xu Xiuzhu saw the two long sleeves that were as solid as gold and stone rolling towards him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but the momentum remained unabated. He simply raised his sword horizontally and struck out a sword energy in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the two sleeves were flatly torn from the center.
It opened, as if it had lost all its aura, and slowly fell to the ground.
At the same time, Ling Xiu, who had gained a moment to breathe, bit the tip of her thumb with her teeth and quickly drew a bloody spell in front of her.
The bloody talisman formed in mid-air. He withdrew his trembling fingers and completed the seal in a few breaths.
"Ice Demon Blood!" Ling Xiu shouted violently, and instantly, red and blue evil lights illuminated his ferocious and sinister smile, making it particularly cold.
Within the blood-colored spell, red and blue rays of light intertwined together, gradually weaving into a rickety brilliance evil ghost, and the evil ghost raised its hand slightly.
A wound on Xu Xiuzhu's arm soon shot out a line of blood-colored ice, like intertwined branches, but it was melted away by the flames in the blink of an eye. Even so, there was still a line of blood as thin as silk flowing out of the wound.
Then connect it to the top of the devil's head.
The blood thread is still continuously drawing out the blood in his body, and then it turns into ice over and over again, and then is melted away by the flames.
Ling Xiu's face was full of fatigue, but with a triumphant look, it seemed that she thought she had a chance to win: "My blood-inducing ice magic, as long as there is a wound on your body, ice will form continuously.
Use your blood to support and strengthen my blood ice demon, fight with me, and see how you die."
There was a crash, and a wave of hot air passed by his ears. The blood in Lingxiu's whole body seemed to have solidified, and he was stunned in place. His throat was tight. He wanted to blurt out a few words, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Can't send it out.
In front of him, Xu Xiuzhu was covered in blood. Under his feet was the ice demon that turned into a pool of blood. He raised the tip of his sword and pointed it at Ling Xiu's heart. His eyes were cold and he said word by word, "You have lost!"
Xu Xiuzhu had already heard Yan Yingluo's cry mixed with tears coming from behind. He stared at the swaying man in front of him, waiting for the shout of victory.
Ling Xiu suddenly said: "I didn't lose!"
"What?" Before Xu Xiuzhu could react, the broken sleeves that had been scattered on the ground suddenly came to life again and wrapped around Xu Xiuzhu's arms. In an instant, they turned into sharp blades again, making him unable to move.
"Xiuzhu, be careful!" Lu Yixiang, who had been watching silently, finally couldn't help shouting.
Xia Ze and Wu Zhui looked at each other, and then both looked at Ling Wei. Just when the winner was decided, Ling Wei secretly handed something to Ling Xiu using the mysterious fingering technique of a Seventh Level martial artist.
"Go!" Ling Xiu groaned, and a purple talisman shot out from his fingertips, and then sank into the Xu Xiu Bamboo Seal Hall.
A cold, desperate, lifeless feeling surrounded and filled his mind, making his senses slightly dull. Then Ling Xiu opposite him drew out a sharp blade and stabbed him in the face.
"Xiu'er! Stop!" In desperation, Mrs. Lin shouted and soon passed out.
"Grandma!" Yan Yingluo cried.
With a stabbing sound, Xu Xiuzhu endured the severe pain and suddenly pulled out the arm wrapped by the long-sleeved iron blade, and then grabbed the blade just a few inches away from his eyes.
The palms of his hands were dripping with blood, and the flesh and blood on his arms were also curled up, with bones even visible in some places.
Just as Ling Xiu was about to use his strength to pierce Xu Xiuzhu's head with the dagger, he saw the latter yell loudly, snatch the blade away, and stab Ling Xiu on the shoulder.
Lin Xiu murmured something, and there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth that she tried hard to hide but failed, which made Xu Xiuzhu alert. The force of the thrust sword did not go to the vital point, but just passed across the shoulder.
His shoulder felt hot, and Xu Xiuzhu looked at his shoulder in surprise. The blood overflowing from the wound dyed the skirt of his clothes red, but Ling Xiu, who should have been injured, looked calm and his shoulder was unharmed.
"The talisman that draws trouble to the east." Xia Ze stared at it and said in a deep voice.
"Little friend Xia Ze, what did you say? The talisman that brings trouble to the east? Do you recognize this talisman?" Lu Yixiang was a little shocked and asked quickly.
Xia Ze nodded: "An extremely vicious but magical treasure that can communicate with ghosts and gods to determine life and death. The caster needs to throw this talisman at the person who is being cast, and when receiving damage, recite the spell,
This way, 80% of the pain can be transferred to the person being cast, and Brother Xu may be in trouble."
He turned to look at Ling Wei, who was standing on the other side. He was cheating secretly in private, but he pretended to be nonchalant. He deserved a beating.
Ling Xiu was so arrogant that she even stood on the spot, opened her chest and let Xu Xiuzhu punch her on it.
After a while, Xu Xiuzhu staggered a few steps, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and managed to steady himself with the support of his sword.
"Why don't you use a sword? I remember your sword is very powerful? Are you worried that you can't kill me, but you are risking your life?" Ling Xiu laughed loudly, took a few steps closer to look at Xu Xiuzhu's pale face, and taunted her wantonly.
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As early as when Xu Xiuzhu vomited blood, Yan Yingluo's eyes darkened under the ring, and she was about to faint, so Xia Ze quickly stepped forward to catch her.
Xu Xiuzhu threw away his long sword and roared angrily. Like a mad bull out of the stall, he grabbed Ling Xiu's arms and pushed him against the wall.
Ling Xiu was a little frightened when he saw the guy's unstoppable energy, but with the help of the talisman that his father secretly handed him, he quickly regained his composure.
The fists that were as big as sandbags surged, and with a bang, bursts of sonic booms were heard wherever they passed, and then exploded on the door in front of Ling Xiu.
Xu Xiuzhu's face was covered in blood, but Ling Xiu, who was tightly restrained, only had a slightly red cheek.
"Punch again, your punch is weak." Ling Xiu said with a smile.
A wisp of blood fell from his forehead, sticking the scattered hair to his face. Xu Xiuzhu really raised his fist again, and the momentum of this punch, not only did not decrease, it may only become more ferocious.
Yan Yingluo's face was filled with tears, and she was about to rush forward to stop Xu Xiuzhu from fighting again, but was pulled back by Xia Ze. The young man's expression was extremely serious: "Sister Yingluo, Brother Xu will definitely win, and everything will be fine!
You believe me!"
Xu Xiuzhu was still restraining Ling Xiu with one hand and raising his fist with the other. At this moment, he suddenly smiled, with a smile on his pale face.
Ling Xiu only thought that there was something wrong with this man's mind. Was he afraid that he had been frightened by the magic power of the trouble-making talisman and gone crazy?
It's unrealistic to compete physically with a martial artist. Even if he doesn't move and lets him fight, he will be exhausted. When his energy is exhausted, it's a great opportunity for him to counterattack. As long as he wins, he can wait for his father to win this battle.
, isn’t marrying Yingluo a sure thing?
Xu Xiuzhu ignored Ling Xiu's doubtful gaze and said with a smile: "Piaomiaozhou is located at the southern end of the nine states in the world. The mountains on the entire continent are extremely high. It's like you can touch the moonlight by stepping onto the mountain. This is the land where the moon sets, all year round, no matter it's sunny
There is moonlight in all the clouds and rain, whether it is a full moon as bright as a jade plate, or a waning moon as curved as a girl's eyebrows, it is extremely moving."
"You trash, what nonsense are you talking about? If you are scared out of your wits by this talisman of mine, give in as soon as possible. Otherwise, when your true energy is exhausted, I can't guarantee that I can kill you."
"There is a girl who is more beautiful than the moonlight in Piaomiaozhou." He smiled.
"My daughter-in-law Yan Yingluo is more beautiful than the mountains and rivers under the moonlight of Piaomiaozhou." He repeated it again.
Ling Xiu, who was pressed against the wall, couldn't bear the guy's endless chatter any longer, so she jerked her arm away, only to see the guy giggle and kick her in the crotch.
At the critical moment, Ling Xiu suddenly recited the mantra, and then heard a loud bang from her crotch, and there was a faint feeling of sadness.
There was a burst of exclamations from the onlookers around, and then calmness returned again.
The lunatic opposite had his face twitching in pain and sweating on his forehead, but he still had that indescribable smile on his lips. He grabbed his arms tightly, and then kicked him three times with even greater strength in an instant.
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The first time, Ling Xiu recited the formula in time, and there was no serious problem. Unexpectedly, the madman quickly caught up with the two kicks. This time, Ling Xiu endured it firmly, and then his eyes were split.
Howling wildly.
There was an exclamation of exclamation again from the crowd, and all the men present felt a pain in their crotches.
"Master Wu! This?" Ling Wei turned to look at Wu Zhuan, who just smiled and said nothing.
Xu Xiuzhu could no longer care about his own pain, and the speed of his kicks increased several levels again. Ling Xiu, who was hit by him on the vital point, could resist a little with his mouth at first, but gradually lost strength under this madman's crazy offensive.
The thigh was dripping with blood, and Xu Xiuzhu's face gradually turned pale.
Ling Wei, who was on the side, could no longer suppress his murderous aura and rushed towards Xu Xiuzhu: "Bold! Don't hurt my son, risk your life!"
The five fingers were like hooks, reaching straight for Xu Xiuzhu's heart.