Heavenly God Mnemonic

Just as Hua Ling threw away the veil, Wu Qiyue's gaze was suddenly taken aback.

In the deep eyes of the other party, the green light flicked past her, as if she could see through her completely, and under those eyes, there seemed to be no secret.

"Hey!"

Hua Ling took a breath, was shocked, and looked back at the past in disbelief.

But seeing Wu Qiyue smiled slightly and nodded to her, her eyes were still as clear as promised, but the weirdness that had been lost before.

Hua Ling nodded mechanically in return, but he was full of doubts inside, and said secretly: "Is it my illusion just now?"

"Boom!"

While she was pondering, there was a violent shock from the cave, and then two figures rose up into the sky, slaying fast in the sky, and the sword lights shot down, chopped in the crowd from time to time, killing people.

Looking carefully, Zuo Heng's face was full of blood and evil birds. He wanted to break free from Yang Qingxuan's bondage, but was entangled by Yang Qingxuan. He fought with fast swords, pressing Zuo Heng only defensively, and his defense became weaker and weaker. Keep hurting.

Before relying on his cultivation base, he couldn't fight Yang Qingxuan with a quick sword, and he could use his martial spirit to intervene. Now he was seriously injured, and the martial spirit was immediately cut off by Hyakki Yexing as soon as he came out.

"Damn! How do you know that I am not dead lurking below?!"

"Cut, just because of your IQ, do you want to hide it from me? There is a neat crack in the formation, which was obviously cut open by a sword."

"Damn it!"

Zuo Heng was furious. Before Huang Shi's seal, he desperately smashed the array and hid in the big hole exploded by Fu Zhuo, but he was still affected and seriously injured.

But that was also the only way to escape, otherwise it would have been wiped out by the glorious seal.

The two of them fought harder and harder, and both sides were fighting with blood, but it was clear that Zuo Heng's disadvantage became more and more obvious. He was hit several times and his consciousness became a little fuzzy, and his sword speed began to decline.

"That is……"

Many people convulsed, and the blood on Zuo Heng's body began to turn black, purple, green, yellow..., showing colorful colors.

"No, it's poisoned!"

Wang Qing screamed, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zuo Heng was poisoned, and his colorful appearance was obviously a terrible toxin.

Before Zuo Heng's true essence was vigorous, able to counteract the toxins of the wounds, now the wind is gradually falling, and the sword poison can no longer be suppressed. The poison on the dozens of wounds burst out at once, and it became colorful, like coming out of a dyeing workshop. general.

Yang Qingxuan was also shocked. He was the closest to Zuo Heng, so he could see clearly that it was by no means ordinary poison. A faint black air escaped from every wound on Zuo Heng's body, as if there was a fierce ghost.

After hitting hundreds of swords, Zuo Heng was already surrounded by a hundred ghosts, and it was ghost energy that was eating away at his body!

Zuo Heng's consciousness became more and more blurred, and the sky full of sword aura was like a hundred ghosts, and he threw at him with exhaustion. He could kill a demon with every sword, but there were too many ghosts, and many pounced on him. On him, biting his body.

"laugh!"

Yang Qingxuan pierced his left shoulder with a sword, and the green sword gas turned into a ghost and entered, making an excited ghost cry.

Zuo Heng was shocked, and hurriedly used his martial spirit, and a series of poisonous vines exploded from his body to encircle and suppress the sword.

At this moment, I found the place where the poisonous vine had exploded, and his flesh and blood had turned into black as ink, and a rotting aura radiated.

"you lose."

Yang Qingxuan gave a cold voice, how could he let go of this opportunity, with a flick of his sword, he stabs Zuo Heng's right shoulder swiftly, and slashes his right arm down.

"what!!"

Zuo Heng let out a sorrowful scream, looking at that arm and Ye Ting Chun Yu falling from the sky, like ashes below.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and pierced his face with another sword.

"Do not!"

Zuo Heng roared, exploding his life's potential, and slapped the sword with a palm.

"Boom!"

He himself was counter-shocked by the sword qi, spouting a black blood and flew out, falling far to the ground.

The crowd dispersed long ago, revealing a large vacuum.

"Quick, look..."

There was a sound of horror from the crowd, and saw Zuo Heng's severed arm fell to the ground, tumbling like a snake, the muscles on it twisted like hemp-flowers, and there was a "hee hee" ghost cry inside. The sound is creepy.

Eventually the arm twisted into a black ball of flesh, and it became swollen and looked slimy, as if the bones had been corroded clean.

"puff!"

The round meat ball exploded, exploding a thick water splashing on the ground.

The land stained with poisonous water immediately withered and turned black.

The students who witnessed this scene were all pale, looking at Yang Qingxuan and the sword in his hand in horror.

There are thousands of ghosts on the sword, whistling and dancing wildly, and the skull on the end of the handle is even more ghostly, and the black mist swallows.

Zuo Heng was so scared as he watched the abnormal changes in his arm. He was originally unable to resist those ghosts. The last palm used up all his true essence. At this moment, he only felt that the ghosts were biting in his body and his whole body was Like that arm, the muscles began to twist.

"Lost, I lost, save me, save me!"

Zuo Heng became frightened, his face became colorful, and he looked towards the restricted area of ​​the red line pleadingly, and shouted, "Help me!"

Yang Qingxuan flew down with a long sword, watching coldly.

"The game is over, Yang Qingxuan wins!"

Yi Kun immediately pronounced the sentence, flew over, and stopped in front of Yang Qingxuan, for fear that he would kill.

"Ah."

Yang Qingxuan sneered, his right hand shook, Bai Gui Ye Xing immediately disappeared from his hand, and the thick ghost energy gradually dissipated.

"No! What kind of poison is this?"

At Zuo Heng's side, three or four medical staff had gathered, all teachers of the academy, all with horror on their faces and helpless against the poison.

The muscles on Zuo Heng began to twist like that arm, and his left hand swelled into a ball of meat first.

"No good, go away!"

A medical staff screamed, and the four hurried back.

With a "poof", the left arm also exploded, and a pool of thick water splashed.

"Hahahaha."

In the bursting black water and sky, there seemed to be the laughter of little ghosts, which spread to human ears, making the scalp numb.

"Huh? Ah..."

Zuo Heng was so frightened that his tears couldn't stop streaming, and he cried, "Help me, save me quickly."

His legs, stomach, neck, lower abdomen, shoulders and so on began to twist, and even his forehead was swollen with a pustule, which continued to grow.

Qing Buli and the others were horrified. Had such a terrible tragic situation ever seen before? It was poisoned. It was the upper body of a hundred ghosts. In those twisted muscles, ghosts screamed.

Zuo Ming opened his mouth wide in fright, crying bitterly, "Help, help!"