Chapter Twenty-Three: Chu Wolf Fights A Night of Snow (Part 2)
As time goes by, Chu Lang becomes more and more courageous as he fights. The Konghou Sword technique in his right hand and the Hidden Dragon Sutra in his left hand are two completely different miraculous skills used by Chu Lang like a set of martial arts. The weird and terrifying changes are so unpredictable that it is hard to guard against them.
After a few more moves, Chu Lang cut off a strand of white hair from the imitation master's face, and the severed hair flew messily in the aura.
Imitation Shiyan was also startled. Fortunately, she could dodge quickly. If she had been slower, her head would have been split in half by Chu Lang's knife. But Imitation Shiyan didn't know that even if she dodged slowly, Chu Lang wouldn't be able to do it.
Will split her head in half.
Chu Lang has a good sense of proportion.
At this moment, the faces of those ugly women on Soul-Desolating Island are getting uglier and uglier.
No matter how blind they are, they can still see that Chu Lang is pressing down on the empress.
Old Immortal Guoshan looked even more shocked. He never expected that the "little rabbit" back then had such terrifying martial arts skills now.
Chu Lang had the upper hand, and his own people were even more excited.
Although Liang Yingxue was happy that Chu Lang had the upper hand, she was also confused. She said to Yin San'er: "Brother Lang, why are you letting this evil woman go? She should be chopped in half! Then kill these ugly women and throw them into the sea.
Hey you bastard, it would be great to loot all the property on the island."
This Liang Yingxue's heart is really vicious.
Yin San'er seemed to have been infected by Chu Lang's habit of touching his head. He touched his head and said, "That's right. I really don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd. Even if he doesn't kill him, he should beat this evil woman to pieces. Of course, she will be humiliated and embarrassed.
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The two of them couldn't figure it out, and the monks at the Soul Burial Temple couldn't figure it out either.
At this time, Chu Lang let out a shout, and the Soul-Burying Sword in his hand suddenly changed his move, slashing towards Imitation Master Yan's left rib. Imitation Master Yan did not dodge in a hurry, and his left rib was cut open by the Soul-Burying Sword. However, Imitation Master Yan's extreme cold was really
The Qi froze the wound and no blood flowed from the wound.
Imitation teacher Yan also became more and more frightened, her icy eyes filled with disbelief.
The vulnerable little rabbit four years ago is now so powerful.
It’s only been just over four years!
Her heart also became extremely cold. It seemed that she was going to be defeated by Chu Lang today and suffer humiliation from Chu Lang.
Feng Shiyan has a stubborn personality and swears that she can be killed but not humiliated. She has decided that she will commit suicide if she loses and will never be humiliated by Chu Lang.
Feng Shiyan also tried her best to save the defeat, but the cold air on her body spread faster and faster. As a result, the cold air around the two of them became thicker and thicker. Feng Shiyan wanted to use the thick cold air to block Chu Lang's sight, but she didn't know Chu Lang
The Wolf Runs the Hidden Dragon Sutra and the eyesight is doubled.
The two of them were also completely enveloped in a large cloud of cold air, making it difficult for people on both sides to see clearly the fight between the two.
But their eyes were still fixed on the big ball of cold air, and the shape of the cold air kept changing as the two men fought fiercely. It was like the myriad shapes of clouds in the sky.
I don't know how long it took, but the cold air no longer changed and surged, but began to slowly dissipate.
So more than a hundred pairs of eyes on both sides stared closely at the dissipating cold fog. Like an iceberg slowly emerging, the figures of Chu Lang and Feng Shiyan also came into view again.
The two stood face to face, two feet apart, and the tip of Chu Lang's knife was pressed against Shi Yan's throat.
The skin of Feng Shiyan's throat had been punctured. As long as Chu Lang applied a little more force, the tip of the knife penetrated Feng Shiyan's throat.
Seeing this, the people on Chu Lang's side burst into cheers.
The ugly girls on Soul-Dead Island were all terrified, as if a disaster was imminent.
Feng Shiyan's body was trembling, and her face was expressionless, as if sluggish. It was difficult for her to accept this result. But now she had to accept this defeat, which was a hundred times colder than ice.
She lowered her head to look at the knife pressed against her throat, then looked up at Chu Lang.
"Little rabbit, you win. You can kill the people on this island as you like, but you can't even think of humiliating me!"
After saying that, he imitated Master Yan and raised his palm to slap himself on the head.
Chu Lang knew that Feng Shiyan had a strong and unyielding temperament, so he tried his best to save Fang Shiyan's face in front of everyone. Because Chu Lang came to Duanhun Island this time to conquer Feng Shiyan and use it for Chumen. So he couldn't.
It's too embarrassing to imitate the teacher's face. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the person to imitate the teacher's face to gain a foothold in Truman in the future.
After all, imitation master Yan is a figure in the Nine Heavens.
Different from others.
But he still didn't expect that Yan Shi would commit suicide after his defeat.
Chu Lang hurriedly used the method of sound transmission: "Mother, what will happen to your daughter if you die?!"
Shi Yan's palm was less than two inches away from her head. After hearing Chu Lang's words, her body and mind trembled, and she stopped her palm forcefully.
She looked at Chu Lang in astonishment.
Fang Shiyan wondered how Chu Lang knew she had a daughter.
Chu Lang put away the knife that was pressed against Master Yan's throat, and used his voice transmission skills to say: "I know where your daughter is."
This made Fang Shiyan unbelievable, and she said coldly: "What tricks are you trying again!"
Chu Lang said: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. If you want to know the details, just follow me!"
After saying that, Chu Lang soared into the sky and headed towards the east of the island.
Imitation master Yan also flew up and followed Chu Lang in that direction.
Truman and the people on Soul-Dead Island looked confused as they watched the two figures flying away.
What the hell is going on?
Yin Saner said to himself: "Brother Lang, you are not attracted to this woman. Take her to a secluded place..."
Liang Yingxue, who was next to Yin San'er, heard this and said angrily: "Shut your stinky mouth, you are more than worthy of this stinky bitch!"
At this moment, You Wuhua also gave an order. After hearing the order, the soul-burying monks flew around and soon surrounded the people on Broken Soul Island. The soul-burying knives behind the soul-burying monks were also unsheathed and pointed at the gang.
Ugly girl.
The red sword light formed a circle, surrounding the group of frightened women.
You Wuhua's face covered with tattoos looked very ferocious at the moment. He said to the people of Duanhun Island: "Our sect master has won, you are now at our disposal! Don't move rashly, anyone who wants to move rashly will be killed on the spot! Wait for us
The master will come back to see what to do with you."
The ugly women on Soul-Dead Island were too frightened to act rashly when faced with these ferocious soul-burying monks.
Even the old immortal of Guoshan was as silent as a cicada.
Only Granny Tiguai looked unyielding, holding the iron crutch with eyes wide open, ready to fight at any time.
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Chu Lang landed in a secluded place on the east side of the island, and Imitation Master Yan also flew down.
Chu Lang smiled and said to the imitation master: "My dear, I just settled the grudge with you, I don't want to kill you, and I saved you face, so why do you need to commit suicide."
Imitation teacher Yan said with a cold expression: "If you don't kill me, I can't help but kill myself! Don't talk nonsense. How did you know that I have a daughter? What do you know and what do you want to say?"
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Chu Lang didn't answer, he let out two long roars in succession.
After a meal of tea, Xue Ao and two soul-burying monks came with Zhao Xian.
Xue Ao was also holding a sack in his hand, containing Wushan Huanglong.
Since Zhao Xian only had one leg and only had ten years of skill left, it was difficult for him to jump fast, so a soul-burying monk carried Zhao Xian on his back and ran away.
When Feng Shiyan saw Zhao Xian, he was stunned.
She also suddenly understood why Chu Lang knew about her daughter.