Jiang Yao and Yu Kan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when they saw Xue Xian finally eating the fruit.
"Hua Xia," Yu Kuan finished drinking the honey water, "I want to go out and look at the moon."
"It's dark, it's not a good idea to go out." Jiang Yao looked hesitant.
"Humph, people who don't like martial arts are so timid. What are you afraid of? I just look at the moon." Yu Kan lowered his face.
"Okay." Jiang Yao nodded, picked up Yu Kuan and put her in the swaddling clothes, nodded to Xue Xian who was enjoying the fruit one bite at a time, and left the stone palace.
Looking at the moon? Xue Xian sneered. Take your time and look at it. Soon you will have no chance to look at it. By then, haha...
While Xue Xian was eating the fruit, he was exercising his mind to cultivate the internal organs. This is a conventional body training method that can effectively improve the body's strength.
But when he was practicing meditation after eating the fruit, he suddenly felt a strong urge to defecate.
Is this... a tribute?
Xue Xian was surprised. Of course martial arts cultivators also have three urgent needs, but they often only come once every ten and a half months, or even once every few months.
He just paid tribute yesterday. Logically speaking, it will take more than ten days before he pays tribute again.
But why now...
wrong!
Xue Xian immediately sensed that this was not an ordinary defecation, but poison!
Bad, fell into China’s trick!
Xue Xian was furious, and immediately stood up to find Jiang Yao to attack, but as soon as he stood up, his true energy and spiritual consciousness poured out like water bursting from a dam.
At the same time, there was a loud roar in my abdomen and the pain was unbearable.
It seems that the next moment, it will be pulled down on the crotch.
How could Xue Xian care so much? He rushed out of the stone palace and dropped his pants in a corner.
Blah blah blah...
Puff puff puff...
An unprecedented amount of feces and farts burst out, and a strong fishy smell suddenly filled the air.
But seeing thunderstorms coming, torrents raging, and miasma running rampant, it was so terrifying!
Xue Xian almost fainted from being smoked by himself. He was furious in his heart and wanted to die with shame and anger. When he was even more horrified, his true energy and spiritual consciousness were also pouring out, but there was no... pleasure at all!
Xue Xian squatted there, with a bright moon shining out. While the army of water and land rushed below him, he also swallowed an antidote pill in his mouth above.
Most detoxification pills are not suitable for the symptoms, but what can be done?
Soon, Xue Xian had to change his position and squat down.
Then, I had to change another place.
Boom boom boom boom!
Crackling!
This man, who is a noble martial artist, is turning green at this moment due to the terrible diarrhea.
He was sure that the weight of his gifts in ten years would not be as great as today's. It is conceivable that what he pulled out was far more than just some yellow and white things, it was more of his essence, blood and vitality!
True energy and spiritual consciousness were still pouring out all the time, and he felt that his strength was about to fall below that of Wu Zun.
What the hell kind of poison is this? How can it be so vicious?
Damn it, damn it!!
Xue Xian resisted the strong urge to defecate, wiped his buttocks with a cleansing trick, picked up his pants and prepared to chase Jiang Yao and Yu Kuan.
Now, he no longer cares about the fear of activating the Soul Shadow Bead and attracting the wanted attention of the Yu Clan and the Martial Arts Shrine.
He must kill the treacherous Hua Xia and Yu Kuan!
His strength will soon fall to the level of a warrior, and it will be difficult if he doesn't take action.
However, before Xue Xian could perform the Wind Control Technique, he felt an extreme danger. He sensed that his Qi machine was locked by something creepy.
The next moment, Xue Xian discovered that Hua Xia was playing a small flute. The flute had no sound, but he could feel that as the flute played silently, he was wrapped in a strong death aura, and the life in his body was rapidly passing away.
.
What kind of weird magic weapon is this?!
As the death energy surged in, Xue Xian's body and mind felt a corrosive pain, and even his consciousness became dull.
court death!
Xue Xian instantly began to burn his essence and blood crazily. Dao Nian guarded the altar and at the same time punched Jiang Yao.
He had no time to use his weapons.
Although he was poisoned, his strength dropped drastically, and he was plotted by the strange bone flute, which made him weak and unresponsive, but his punch still carried terrifying power and speed.
Under the melting moonlight, the shadow of the fist seemed to be a mysterious black mist, covering one side of the clear light. Even the rich death energy that enveloped Xue Xian was wiped away with one punch!
This fist shadow contains the idea of killing, and the explosion tears the air. Even a ten-foot-long boulder can be shattered with one punch, which is enough to kill Jiang Yao, who is only a warrior in the early stage.
At this time, Xue Xian's strength was only equivalent to that of a perfect warrior, but this bare-handed punch was still so terrifying.
Just as Xue Xian punched, Jiang Yao also moved.
His gorgeous sword also struck out.
In fact, when he saw the power of Xue Xian's punch, he was very afraid. This was the first time he faced a frontal attack from a martial artist.
Before the shadow of the fist was completely condensed, he felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his bones. It seemed that he could not resist this punch no matter what, and he should not resist it in vain.
A voice told him that there was no chance of you resisting this punch.
The only thing you can do is...die!
However, when he learned how to use the sword from his master Jiang Yin, all his fears suddenly and strangely disappeared. It seemed as if this sword could take away his fear.
Just when the dark fist shadow enveloped Jiang Yao, leaving him completely in darkness, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, like lightning tearing through dark clouds, or like a light and shadow breaking through the darkness, flashing.
Just a flash.
But this small space seemed to be distorted.
Is this an illusion?
boom!
The knife shadow and the fist shadow collided, and the air was shattered into pieces. Amidst the strong wind, Jiang Yao, who was wearing armor, flew backwards, and the fist shadow's killing intent exploded on the armor with a loud noise.
Jiang Yao seemed to be blown away by a punch, but because he was wearing high-level armor, he was not injured. Otherwise, under this punch, he would have been seriously injured, or even killed.
Even if Xue Xian only has the full strength of a warrior at this time, it is still not comparable to Jiang Yao, a rookie warrior with no combat experience in his early stages.
But Xue Xian's sleeves were smashed to pieces by the sword energy, and they looked like flying butterflies in the moonlight.
His arm, which was extremely strong, was also scratched with a bloody mark by the killing intent of the sword, which was so deep that the bones were visible.
Xue Xian looked at Jiang Yao in disbelief, and the shock in his eyes could not be concealed.
What?!
How could this sword be so powerful?
His punch, under this sword, failed to kill the Huaxia, who was a mere warrior in the early stage!
Although Hua Xia wears high-end armor, the effect of the armor is closely related to the wearer's cultivation level. In the early stage of a warrior, even if he wears a top-level armor that can greatly reduce the attack power, he will not be able to survive the attack of Wu Zun.
But this Jiang Yao obviously didn't look like he was injured. But he himself was injured by his sword energy!
Is this still the early stage of a normal samurai?
Could this sword be used by an early warrior?
This is a person who doesn’t like martial arts? So what if he likes martial arts?
Yu Yan, who was watching the battle from a distance, had already felt his heart in his throat. Seeing Jiang Yao block Xue Xian's punch, he felt relieved.
Jiang Yao landed on the ground, and the fear in his heart had long been eliminated.
It turns out that fighting is so exciting!
What are you afraid of?
When two men fight, they must dare to fight with bayonets! Only with this courage can you be the number one man!
Come again!
Jiang Yao took a deep breath to calm down the boiling blood in his heart, and raised his sword again. According to his and Yu Kuan's plan, Xue Xian must not be given the opportunity to use his weapon in the third step of the frontal attack.
With the second blow, he was already more confident and sure of himself!
Xue Xian's reaction was also extremely fast. He knocked back Jiang Yao with one punch and was about to use his short spear in the next moment. He believed that as long as his short spear was fired, Jiang Yao would not be lucky.
He no longer had confidence in killing ginger medicine with his bare hands.
His true energy and spiritual consciousness are still pouring out, and now he is only in the late warrior stage!
However, he did not draw out his short spear, and the huge urge to defecate surged in his stomach again. Xue Xian covered his stomach and bent his waist, but the short spear did not come out.
There was only a splashing sound, and the torrent poured out again, crisscrossing Xue Xian's crotch.
A fishy stench filled the air again, affecting the speed at which Jiang Yao could produce the knife.
Pulled inside the crotch...
This terrible thought came to Xue Xian's mind, and he was completely confused.
A ray of sword light as bright as the sunset flashed across, and the dangerous murderous intention of the sword struck. Xue Xian finally woke up from the grief and anger of pulling his crotch.
How can he care about so much?
Xue Xian's eyes instantly turned blood red. He roared and used all his strength to move his true energy crazily. He raised his hand and punched out again!
At the same time as this fierce punch was thrown, he was still having diarrhea and diarrhea, which was extremely tragic.
boom!
The fierce and miserable fist shadow and the dazzling shadow were once again stirred up, and the space around him was a little distorted.
Jiang Yao's sword became even more skillful, and in that moment, like an antelope hanging its horns, he once again understood the incomplete meaning of the sword.
He is independent with a sword, and under the moonlight he looks like he is possessed by the God of War, vaguely looking like a great hero.
This time, he was not punched away. He only took seven or eight steps to stabilize his body.
Until this moment, the moonlight was shining on the space between the two people again.
A blood mark appeared between Xue Xian's eyebrows. He looked at Jiang Yao blankly and said numbly: "This knife, this knife..." At this time, what flashed through his mind was still the artistic conception of that knife.
Xue Xian only said a few words, and his body fell down.
Even his soul was annihilated by this knife.
The ginger medicine also stopped working.
This was the first time he killed someone, and he killed someone in this way.
"My sword is called brilliant." Jiang Yao said to the silent Xue Xian.
PS: I hope everyone will continue to read. Pursuing reading is so important. During the PK period, I also ask all book friends to support me! Good night, Crab!