Chapter five hundred and fiftieth three bowls of blood
"No, absolutely not."
Prince Renhe stood up. Yan Xuankong's reputation was well known to the top leaders of the Ying Kingdom. Although most of it came from the aura of his father Yan Xingxia, his strength firmly occupied the position among the masters of Dongyue.
Tenth, this person has always had a strong desire to kill others, and he is a vicious person.
Sakai Masaki is both a master and has weird secret skills, but he plays more of a supporting role in the Ying Kingdom. Among the masters, his hard power is only in the middle and lower levels. This middle and lower class is still ranked in the Ying Kingdom. If
If placed in Dongyue, he would probably be at the bottom. If he fights with Yan Xuankong, it is hard to say how good he will end up.
Even with the puppet substitute technique, in the face of the absolute strength of a vicious person like Yan Xuankong, Sakai Masaki's resurrection would be more uncomfortable than death.
With Yan Xuankong's sword intention, he would definitely wait for his sword energy to spread all over Sakai Masaki's body, and then cut off the opponent's neck with one sword, minimizing the effect of Sakai Masaki's puppet technique.
Even with the help of Yagyu Somoto and Kikuji Bunichi, Sakai Masaki would have to go through several hardships and spend a huge amount of time and money before he could restore his body to its original state.
At this moment, Sakai Masaki's face was as pale as dirt. He never thought that not only Yan Jinbai was not easy to mess with, but this most inconspicuous person was also a lot of trouble with a lot of backstage.
"Prince Renhe, I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide this matter. Xuankong's application is reasonable and compliant. He and that boy have a half-master-disciple relationship, which is not a secret among Dongyue's upper-class circles."
Yan Xingxia said, he looked at Yagyu Sogen with a depressed look, this time, this old guy failed to pull him off, so he could only kill a grandmaster to sacrifice to heaven.
"Sogen Yagyu, what do you think?"
"I have no objection," Sogen Yagyu said through gritted teeth. He looked at Sakai Masaki, "Leave the matter of resurrection to me. I'll have to go through the trouble of you going under the sword."
The grand master spoke and made the final decision, saying that Sakai Masaki would have to die once if he took a trip. Fortunately, it was in Ying country. If it were another country, it would be really dead if he took a trip. Yagyu Munemoto felt very sad.
heavy.
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Since we have all agreed, we will settle this matter first in this courtyard mansion."
"Take three bowls of your black heart blood and sacrifice the soul of my Dongyue man."
Yan Xuankong suddenly drew the knife, and the cicada-wing knife began to flash white light, and the sword energy slowly filled the air.
"In that case, take this life."
Sakai Masaki tore open his clothes, revealing dozens of secret medicines tied to his body. After he swallowed several of them, his body suddenly became colorful, like a snake's body. Yan Xuankong wanted to kill him, but he wouldn't
Waiting for death, vowing to make the other party pay a price.
"Everyone steps back a hundred meters while you wait for the two of you to fight fiercely. You are not allowed to get close to the crowd behind you. Anyone who violates this will be punished by us."
Yagyu Sogen groaned, he was very depressed. This time he was caught in a trap, and he almost fell into it. Fortunately, Sakai Masaki confessed and admitted his death, so it didn't spread more.
The venue was cleared quickly, but Yan Xuankong fetched three tea bowls at this time.
Putting the teacups on the ground one by one, he smiled sinisterly at Sakai Masaki, which made the usually sinister Sakai Masaki panic.
"This old guy really wants to take three bowls of my blood," Sakai Masaki cursed in his heart. He and Yan Xuankong were only about ten meters apart. This small distance was only enough for him to react in a split second and scrape off a layer of each other's skin.
, or commit suicide at the beginning, how to choose has become a difficult problem for Sakai Masaki.
Perhaps, he died not as fast as the opponent's sword. Yan Xuankong Shadowless Sword has always been known for its speed.
"No toxic substance can kill a master instantly. Even if you cut off your heart, you can still survive for a few seconds."
Yan Xuankong took out a sealed bottle from his arms. He shook it and then said with a pity on his face: "I also have a Dragon and Tiger Great Return Pill in this bottle. I believe you know what it is used for."
Sakai Masaki's expression became even uglier. It seemed that his death today would not be easy. Yan Xuankong obviously had to hang him up even if he was close to death. With the holy medicine like the Dragon and Tiger Great Return Pill,
All his poison skills were useless.
"Then I want to see whether you are using this pill to save yourself, or whether you are using it to kill me."
Sakai Masaki is so cruel that life is not easy, and death is not easy either. He can only fight to see what he can do. No one can care so much. He will die anyway. If he picks out a piece of Yan Xuankong's flesh, he will earn it.
His eyes swept across the other party fiercely, and Yan Xuankong's eyes were also cold, looking at him like a toy.
"Now that everything is ready, let's get started."
Prince Renhe looked at all this with a sinister look on his face, and felt a wave of unwillingness in his heart. He forced a master from his country to die. For the Ying royal family, this was a great shame.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of light in the air, and then a crackling sound came.
Sakai Masaki stood in a daze, his mouth full of blood. All his teeth fell out in an instant, and the few secret pills held between his teeth were crushed to pieces.
As soon as he looked left and right, his two arms suddenly fell down. Immediately, his two thighs also fell forward, and he fell to the ground with only one body left, an expression of unwillingness on his face.
In this life-and-death fight, he was already defeated before he even made a single move.
"What a shadowless sword. This kind of evil martial arts is something that generations of your Yan family are truly proud of."
"If you want to try, I will too."
Yagyu Souyuan's eyelids wrinkled slightly. Yan Xuankong's knife actually made him feel a bit threatening. He had just made a sarcastic comment, but Yan Xingxia directly slapped him back.
"You are already close to...the Grand Master. Kill...me...kill me..."
Sakai Masaki begged, extremely severe pain came, his body limbs were cut off, countless sword energy continued to drill into the fracture, like ants eating bones, began to permeate the body, the protection of the condensed inner energy
He was beaten to a pulp, and he was no different from ordinary people at this time. Only his body was stronger than ordinary people, and the time to die would be longer.
"It won't be long."
Yan Xuankong said coldly, he used the cicada-wing knife to open the opponent's clothes, and with just a slight curl of the thin blade, Sakai Masaki's chest and internal organs were exposed.
After stabbing Sakai Masaki in the heart, Yan Xuankong held an empty bowl and faced him.
After filling up three bowls of blood, he was too lazy to take care of Sakai Masaki, letting him fend for himself until his last breath.
"I would like to use this blood to worship heaven in a bowl."
"I would like to use this blood to honor the earth with a bowl."
"I would like to dedicate this blood to my Dongyue man Xu Zhi with a bowl."
The three bowls of blood were smashed by him one by one. Yan Xuankong was filled with evil energy. He stared at the unwilling prince Renhe and then at the people of Ying Kingdom. Wherever his eyes passed, there was no sound. Everyone was stared at by him.
They all fell down.
He squinted his eyes and looked up into the sky.
In mid-air, Sogen Yagyu responded with a cold hum.
Yan Xuankong's move was not only to seek justice, but also to imitate his father and establish prestige for Dongyue, so that they, great cultivators who are superior, should consider three points when they act recklessly.
After months of painful crying and communication with Yan Xingxia, a certain emotion had been mixed into their practice. Yan Xuankong's knife moved closer to that layer.
"Good kill."
Gu Yuxi yelled, and the sudden sound made Yagyu Sogen take a few more glances. He remembered the secret words of Sakai Masaki who probed her heart. This woman's hostility towards the people of Ying country was very deep, to the point that it was beyond common sense.
According to her imagination, according to the other party's thinking, it seems that she will be satisfied only if all the people of Ying country are dead. This woman is really mentally ill.
Yan Xingxia applauded a few times in a moderate manner, and then Dongyue officials also clapped twice. As public officials, they still have to pay attention to their image and not be too noisy.
"Ah~ it hurts, my head hurts so much."
In the makeshift medical room, Xu Zhi woke up with a start, holding his head and rolling around.
"Oh my god, my junior brother is awake."
A familiar voice came, and Gu Yuxi immediately ran back.
"You, you, you, I, I..."
Hearing Gu Yuxi's cry, Sakai Masaki's eyes dimmed. If the other person's spirit hadn't collapsed, why would he die? Sakai Masaki swallowed his last breath unwillingly.
A tattered puppet just emerged, and was immediately blown to pieces by some force.