The smart guard immediately ran out, and soon ran over with several large jars of fine wine. Zhu Yinuo grabbed a jar, took three steps and two steps in front of Kui Mulang, bent his knees, and knelt down without any courtesy.
At Kui Mulang's side.
After the mud seal was lifted, Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but frown, then looked at the guard with anger on his face, and yelled: "You damn slave, where's the cup?"
The guard thought he had made a meritorious deed, but unexpectedly his negligence turned out to be a fault. He trembled uncontrollably and hid in the crowd.
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but shook his head slightly and sighed. He saw his sword finger rising up, and the swords inserted into Kuimulang's body were detached from his body, flew apart, penetrated into the wall, and penetrated into the floor.
The sword flew away and brought out the black blood, and in an instant, a stench filled the air again.
That was all, but Kui Mulang was covered with sword wounds, and blood began to flow out of the wound. Then Zhong Xihou pointed his sword, and the blood from Kui Mulang's wound no longer spilled out, and the external pressure forced the blood back into the body.
Timber Wolf's complexion also improved a little, but while he was better, Zhong Xihou's side was not so good.
Just now he exerted force, the wound on his abdomen was slightly torn, and blood leaked out from between his fingers. Zhong Xihou couldn't help but look bitter, and then frowned. There was an inexplicable pressure approaching. The power was even if he was a martial arts general with a second-level cultivation.
, also sweating from the temples.
Zhong Xihou no longer worried about the inexplicable pressure, and moved his sword again. A gust of wind blew up, and Kuimulang was turned over by the force of the wind. And Zhu Yinuo opened the wine jar that was sealed with mud, and there was wine.
Huanxian became angry from the altar. The wine slowly swam towards Kuimulang. Kuimulang's sight was already blood red. He sniffed it slightly and saw the aroma of the wine, and opened his mouth slightly.
Zhong Xihou moved his sword finger again, and the wine went into Kuimulang's mouth. But at this moment, Kuimulang had no strength at all. Even if he tried hard, he couldn't swallow. The wine accumulated in his mouth, and then flowed down the corners of his mouth.
It flowed out and soaked half of his face.
Although he couldn't finish the wine, Kui Mulang still had that satisfied smile on his face.
The other half of his lip was also rotten, but the upper and lower rows of teeth were still opening and closing. He wanted to say something more, but in the end, he couldn't say anything else. His wolf-toothed mask began to chip away bit by bit.
, fragments fell to the ground, and the edges of the fragments were dark, as if they were damaged by corrosion. And on the face without the visor, the flesh was as rotten and disgusting as if eaten by insects and rats.
As the wolf fang mask shattered, and then the stench hit the sky. The people in the hall and the guards outside the hall couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses. Nakanishito frowned slightly, he was just injured and still activated his Qi.
He suppressed the sword wound on Kuimulang's body and caused the wine to fly away and into Kuimulang's mouth.
He wanted to preserve the last bit of dignity for Kui Mulang, but he had no choice but to turn his face pale, and his aura was chaotic, so he was unable to help Kui Mulang.
Zhong Xihou stood up and staggered out of the hall. Zhu Yinuo saw that Zhong Xihou looked embarrassed.
His steps were slightly shaky. He pulled out a sword on the ground and was about to rush over. Zhong Xihou was struck with a sword from behind, but his ankle was tightly grabbed. Zhu Yinuo looked down and saw that he was already dead.
Kuimulang stretched out his hand to stop him.
Zhu Yinuo looked at Zhong Xihou's leaving figure again, then looked down at his dying master, and finally shook his head helplessly and dropped the sword on the ground. When the sword fell to the ground and there was a sound of metal falling, Kuimulang
The hand that was holding tightly was also let go.
His hand loosened and fell limply to the floor, his fingers flexing slightly but without any strength left.
His breathing began to slow down. As Zhong Xihou left, the airflow that suppressed Kui Mulang's sword wound gradually dissipated, and the black blood from the sword wound flowed out again. What followed closely was the stabbing wound again.
Unpleasant stench in nose.
Zhu Jiannan, who was still in the corner, shook his head slightly and sighed. Then his eyes turned cold, he looked at the guards and shouted: "Get out, everyone, get out!"
The guards didn't know that His Highness the Crown Prince and the Young Prince had taken the wrong medicine today, and they were all barking like vicious dogs. But when His Highness the Crown Prince spoke, they all dared not to obey. The guards all clasped their fists and responded, "Here.
"After that, they all left in formation.
In the huge martial arts hall, the Zhu brothers knelt and stood. The Kuimu wolf lay on the ground and could hardly move, but the thunder cow in the dark controlled its breathing, as if waiting for its prey to appear. All the doors and windows of the martial arts hall were destroyed, and the roof was broken.
After digging into a big hole, the wind began to surge, and the pungent stench gradually dissipated.
But along with the flow of Kuimulang's black blood, the stench came again. Waiting for the wind to rise again, the stench dissipated. Repeatedly, looking at Kuimulang's body, the wounds had solidified, as if no more black blood could flow out.
"Master!"
Along with the heartbreaking sound, a smile began to appear on Kuimulang's face. But without the mask to cover it, his terrifying face was once again visible. Zhu Jiannan just glanced at it and couldn't help but feel
The stomach was churning, and then it became unbearable, accompanied by the sound of vomiting, and the filth was vomited out along with bitter water and stomach acid.
Zhu Jiannan's brows furrowed. Kui Mulang's face was too terrifying. There was no intact skin on his face, all the flesh was rotten, and there were yellow blisters on the flesh around the eye sockets.
The yellow bubbles seemed to be filled with pus and turned yellow. His entire mouth had no lips and his teeth were exposed.
Zhu Jiannan originally planned to take another look, but in the end, he still didn't have the courage and had to stand facing the wall, trembling as if he was extremely scared.
"Master, Master..."
A seven-foot man would not shed tears easily, but Zhu Yinuo was bursting with tears and knelt beside Kui Mulang. His eyes were blurred by tears, but even so, he could still see Kui Mulang's face clearly. He also
Kui Mulang was terrified of his face at this moment, but this man was his master, the master who descended from the sky and taught him the way of swordsmanship.
Kuimu Lang has no lips, and the upper and lower rows of teeth are constantly touching and separated as he wants to say something.
Zhu Yinuo immediately put his ear to Kuimulang's mouth and said hurriedly: "Master, please tell me, whatever you say, the disciple will do it. Master, we are not in a hurry, you say, please speak slowly."
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Kuimulang's upper and lower rows of teeth were still trying hard to touch, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any more sound.
As those blood-red eyes completely lost their vitality, the two rows of teeth no longer touched, and his chest no longer rose and fell. Tianluan and the Kuimu wolves, the bloodthirsty Taoist Mu Zhidu, or the little Taoist Tong Mu
Once you know the way, your vitality will be gone and your life will be lost.
I don’t know where this Kuimu wolf moved the sky. Along with the sound of thunder, heavy rain fell. Zhu Jiannan’s feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his body seemed to be a little rickety. He stood in front of the rain curtain and raised his head blankly.
Looking at the sky, I don’t know what to think about.
Zhu Jiannan was in a daze in front of the rain. Zhu Yinuo in the hall began to howl like a wolf. His emotions were uncontrollable and he cried heartbreakingly.
"Master!"
Zhu Yinuo hates now that he has no Qi source, cannot cultivate advanced skills, and cannot be insulted by others, so I will kill them with my own hands. Although a person like Master once fought with Zhong Xihou evenly, he can still
In the end, it only hurt the other person, but failed to take his life.
Zhu Yinuo murmured in a low voice: "Master, nine stars are flying, can you really kill Zhong Xihou?"
"Yinuo, do you believe your master?"
The voice was calm, so calm that no emotion could be heard, and one would not even think it was a question. Zhu Yinuo looked at his brother. His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Jinling City, had already turned around. His face was quite ugly, and he looked a little...
It was dark, and his eye sockets seemed to be sunken. But his eyes were extremely firm.
Zhu Yinuo looked at his brother blankly, confused.
"You don't have Qi Yuan, but my brother does. Although my martial arts cultivation is poor, I have seen too many masters and have some understanding of life and death fighting. You have never seen that your master has never used the slightest bit of Qi Yuan's power.
."
Hearing this, Zhu Yinuo was stunned and didn't know what to say.
"His master will tell you with his life that if you don't use Qi Yuan, you can't just use the sharp sword in your hand to block gods and kill Buddhas. Yi Nuo, can you understand?"
Zhu Yinuo began to recall the fight between Kui Mulang and Zhong Xihou, the movement technique, the sword style, the electric current, and the open flame. Didn't all of this activate the power of Qiyuan?
Zhu Yinuo nodded, he believed in his master.
Zhu Jiannan saw the firmness in his younger brother's eyes again, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then said: "With a promise, you will become the king. This is your future path, and it is also your destiny. But you want to
Understand that the sword is for one man, and it has the power to conquer the world. Zhong Xihou understands the sword. As he said, there is no place in the world that you can't go to, and there is no one in the world that you can't kill. I don't know the sword, but I only know that high power is in my hands. When I get angry,
All the mountains and rivers can hear ghosts crying at night."
"Brother, I want to go to Ziwei City and the White Crow Army!"