Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

The hilt of the Unstained Green Lotus Sword floated in Wen Yanzhao's hand, and the sleeves of Wen Yanzhao's clothes were rustling due to the stimulation of his true qi!

The Baibu Flying Sword let out a clear whistle. Ye Dingzhi looked up and saw the hilt of the Qinglian Sword turned into a shooting star. Even though he was forty or fifty steps away, he could still feel the sword's accumulated power!

Wutan's heart tightened. Before the oncoming sword of Bu Ran Chen arrived, the sword energy was already chilling to the bone!

Through the invisible energy, Wutan could still feel the faint fragrance of green lotus emanating from Bu Ranchen.

"boom!!"

The weak point where the Chengying Sword was stabbed was broken in one blow by Wen Yanzhao's Hundred-Step Flying Sword, which he threw with all his strength!

Bu Ranchen's power remained undiminished, and he pierced through a locust tree with a trunk diameter of more than four feet that was a hundred steps away before he was able to stop the sword.

Wutan felt a chill in his chest, and suddenly opened his eyes, which still had not fully recovered their vision, and looked in disbelief at Wen Yanzhao who was looking at him in the distance.

"You...this is impossible!"

The faint fragrance of the green lotus just now permeated the body, and besides the faint fragrance, there was also a strange smell that was like rancid and fishy.

Wutan leaned over to look, and saw that the bloody hole the size of a bowl in the center of his chest began to spurt out blood.

"Hahahahaha..."

"You little poisonous creature from the Wen family, do you think you can take my life with this injury?"

Wutan quickly tapped several major acupoints on his body with his hands, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

Then he took out a golden gourd about an inch long from his sleeve, unplugged the red silk stopper, and poured it into his hand.

A bright red pill the size of a fish eye rolled in my hand...

"Don't bother, country bumpkin! Are you so old and confused that you forgot my last name is Wen? Ask the old dwarf you're traveling with to prepare a coffin for you!"

Seeing that Wutan was still struggling to death, Wen Yanzhao sneered and mocked him.

He released the internal force from both hands at the same time, and Chengying and Bu Ranchen in the distance broke through the wind and flew back to his hands at the same time!

Wutan ignored what he said. Just as he was about to swallow the Zhulong Xuejie Pill, the magical medicine for healing in the north, he suddenly felt extreme pain all over his body as if he was falling into hell.

Starting from the wound, every meridian through which the internal energy flowed felt like it was being bitten by insects and ants. The voice of Wen Yanzhao in his ears also began to sound strange, like a bullfrog in heat in spring.

The eyes that have not yet fully recovered their vision are colorful and beautiful...

"Boy, you are too despicable. You put poison on the sword! It's so toxic. What kind of poison is this..."

Wutan used all his strength to squeeze out these words from between his teeth!

"The Wen family doesn't use poison. Do they always compete with you?"

"The sword is fed with a scent of forgetfulness, made from a warm pot of wine! I was supposed to keep it for myself, but you're lucky today, so I'm giving it to you!"

Wen Yanzhao's feet were so fast that he arrived in front of Wutan in just a few breaths.

As soon as he jokingly said this, Wu Tian's body swayed, and he said two words with his mouth open and a weak breath:

"Good! Poison!"

The golden gourd fell into the wild grass more than two feet high, and then Wu Tian's fat body fell on his back, and his dead fish-like pupils gradually dilated...

Wen Yanzhao looked at Wu Tian's corpse, which had been pressed into a "big" shape by the weeds, shook his head, and sighed:

"If you fight against the Wen family, you will definitely suffer the consequences! It's a pity that my uncle is so poisonous~"

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[System: Congratulations to the host for killing a Great Free and Easy Realm Demon Cult envoy and gaining 8000 reputation]

The system's ethereal and rigid prompt sound rang in Wen Yanzhao's mind. I killed an old devil, and that was it?

He felt that he had suffered a great loss, so he didn't say much and put the dust-free item in his hand into the storage space.

He had just fought with Wutan and his internal energy was severely depleted. Now he had to take advantage of the fact that the old man's internal injuries had not yet healed and quickly take his cousin Ye Bailiang and escape back to the Marquis' Mansion.

While thinking, he tapped his feet and flashed to Baili Dongjun, who was still trying to escape but couldn't be stopped.

The Chengying sword was swung out repeatedly, forcing the unstoppable figure to retreat. Then he grabbed Baili Dongjun's shoulder with his left hand and flew backwards!

Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun had just stood firm when the voices of a pair of young men came from a distance!

"Your Majesty!"

Wen Yanzhao looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures, one purple and one white, quietly landing next to the body of Wutan who had just fallen.

These two people were none other than the Purple-Robed Marquis Zi Yuji and the White-Haired Immortal Mo Qixuan who had just arrived.

They were originally not far away from Lawless, and should have killed Wen Yanzhao and the other two from the front and back.

However, when the two protectors Zibai were passing by the outskirts of the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion, they saw the royal guards who were guarding the Beili royal family.

The two of them suddenly became puzzled and decided to investigate after discussing it.

After all, it's not a loss to come here from Tianwai Tian, so it's worth it to get some information about the Beili Xiao royal family.

Thinking that in the small Qiandong City, apart from the Poison Bodhisattva Wenhujiu, there is no one else who can fight against the two lawless envoys.

The two of them searched around the Zhenxi Marquis's mansion. It was not until they saw the carriage of Langya King Xiao Ruofeng that they realized that the Beili Prince had indeed come to the Zhenxi Marquis's mansion.

When the two of them rushed from the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion to the wasteland of the Boyue Mountain training ground two or three miles away, they saw Wutan lying on his back from afar.

"Zi Yuji, Mo Qixuan! What happened to Wu Tian?"

Wu Bang, who was forced to retreat by Wen Yanzhao Chengying, asked in a cold voice. He heard Zibai and the others exclaiming Wutan's name, and he felt that something was wrong.

"Emissary Wu Tian, ​​he... he is dead!"

Zi Yuji probed Wutan's nostrils, which were bleeding black and purple blood, with his fingers and responded in a trembling voice.

"what!"

He was extremely shocked and furious. Although Wutan's internal strength was slightly inferior to his, both of them were at the Great Free and Easy Realm.

Even if I can't win quickly against two younger guys, I won't die here.

"The Wu Tian envoy was stabbed in the chest by a sword, but it was the poison that took his life..."

Mo Qixuan suddenly swung his sword, and the sword shadow reflected the horrifying sight of Wutan with his mouth open and eyes wide open.

"Okay, okay, it's the Wen family again! Elder Chen also died at the hands of this Wen family brat last time!"

"It seems that today's blood debt will have to be paid with the blood of this Wen family kid!"

The voice was shrill, and the strange figure and eyes dripping with poisonous blood made it look quite similar to the ghost in the underworld who was taking lives.

When Wen Yanzhao heard this, he suddenly became angry and started to curse:

"These two old monsters who are still alive, they think they are more powerful than the three of us brothers, but they failed to kidnap anyone and ended up getting themselves into trouble. This is so funny!

"Now you want me to pay with my life. Fine, fine, I'll pay your blood debt with my own blood!"

The curses reached everyone's ears, and Wen Yanzhao's thin and poisonous roar for hundreds of miles also arrived along with the curses.

"Little tricks!"

Unable to open his eyes immediately, he clapped his hands at the same time, and the poisonous mist as thick as spider silk instantly dissipated into the air.

Wen Yanzhao's sneak attack with the curses had just been seen through by the old devil. After nearly half an hour of regulating his breathing and practicing Qigong, all the toxins in his body had been cleared out.

There was still some green poisonous blood in his eyelids that had not yet completely flowed out, and he just stared at Wen Yanzhao who was thirty or forty steps away.

The night grew darker, and a fishy wind blew by. The weeds in the places where Wen Yanzhao had poisoned were withered.

The ground that Bu Ranchen's Hundred-Step Flying Sword just passed over also became a road of death.

"Boy, I think you can't escape even if you have wings. Do you have enough internal energy to fight Wu Tian again?"

Unable to burst into laughter, he could already feel that Wen Yanzhao's momentum had weakened, and he was no longer as fierce and arrogant as at the beginning.

Wen Yanzhao was of course feeling a little guilty. Ye Dingzhi was currently healing his wounds ten steps away and would not be able to fight again for a while.

Xiao Baili behind him had just performed the Western Chu Sword Song and his internal energy was also exhausted.

His own situation was not much better. He had consumed too much internal energy during the fight with Wutan. Now, waves of emptiness spread from his tailbone to the back of his head.

Even though the enemy in front of him was not at his peak strength, even with half of his strength, plus the two guardians Zi and Bai who were at the peak of the Earth Realm, he was still not someone he could handle.

As the moon rose, the Chengying sword in Wen Yanzhao's hand disappeared.

Thirty or two miles away, partridges chirped and frogs croaked under the trees. If it weren't for the bloody fight at the foot of Boyue Mountain, tonight would still be the same, quiet and peaceful.

"Dongjun, take Dingzhi and leave now! Don't stop for a moment! I can still stop the three people in front of me for a while!"

Wen Yanzhao smiled sadly and turned to Baili Dongjun.

"Cousin, you... I, Baili Dongjun, am not a coward! If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"

Baili Dongjun's eyes were bright, without any trace of childishness in them. At this moment, he looked like a man who could stand tall and upright, with a figure as tall and majestic as Baili Luochen.

Ten steps away, Ye Ding was holding the Zhenwu sword in his hand, and his voice was calm:

"My three brothers each hold a sword. Are we afraid of the three monsters in front of us? Cousin, Ye Dingzhi has experienced life and death when he was ten years old. What is there to be afraid of now?"

Wen Yanzhao sighed helplessly:

"I'm telling you two, it's not the end yet. I'm more or less a master of the Fuyao realm. One of you is sometimes effective and sometimes not, and the other one can't even use his energy right now..."

"Save this kind of talk for the last episode. If you don't leave now, I'll give each of you ten Bing Ning Fu Shen Pills!!!"

As soon as Baili Dongjun heard the five words "Bingning Fushen Pills", he did not hesitate any longer and swallows flew under his feet.

He came to Ye Dingzhi's side in an instant, picked up the Zhenwu sword with his left hand, and held Ye Dingzhi with his right hand.

He left behind a sentence: "Whoever wants to eat can eat! I'm leaving, cousin. See you in the backyard woodshed!"

Wen Yanzhao: "This thing is still useful... Actually, I don't have it anymore, I was just kidding!"

Baili Dongjun ran fifty or sixty steps in the blink of an eye, and his body was like a ghost. Just as he was about to give chase, he was blocked by a dark blue poisonous mist from Wen Yanzhao.

Then the Chengying Sword was swung out, and the Supreme Sword Dao, the Invisible Dao, arose again. Hundreds of phantom sword energies simultaneously bombarded Wubang, Zibai and the other two!

"Your opponent is me, Wen Yanzhao!"

Wen Yanzhao leaned on the tangible and invisible Chengying with both hands, looked at the three people in front of him with a smile.

(Long wait!!!!)

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