I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

Guo Jing's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and now he can roughly see the situation inside the house.

The giant python is red throughout, as thick as an earthen bowl, and about ten feet long. Now the remaining space in the house is almost occupied by it.

In the desolate and cold place of the desert, it is extremely difficult to see snakes and insects, not to mention such a giant python, so Guo Jing was still somewhat scared in his heart, not knowing how to face it.

With the golden knife in hand, I don't know where to cut to make a fatal blow.

When I was young, I heard from my mother Li Ping that a snake should hit seven inches. The so-called seven inches means the place where the head of the snake is about seven inches down. But the seven inches of this giant python is still on that huge head.

In addition, what he wanted was not a dead snake, but a snake blood. If he couldn't get the snake blood, wouldn't he betray the king's will.

Guo Jing didn't know who the enemy was facing the Taoist now and whether he could defeat it, and he was even more anxious.

But the snake seemed to have a spiritual understanding. Knowing that Guo Jing wanted to kill it, he always held his head up, spit out the letter, and faced Guo Jing, not giving him a chance to cut his neck.

Before Wang Chuyi had time to tell Guo Jing that the poisonous snakes that had been fed for more than ten years had lost their toxicity and would not be poisoned even if they were bitten, but Guo Jing didn't know that his main energy was to prevent being bitten.

His mother told him that once bitten by a poisonous snake, it is difficult to have a chance to survive. Even if there is a husband present, it will be useless if the herbal medicine for relieving snake venom is not found in time. Mr. is now a doctor.

Now that Duan Tiande, who killed his father and enemy, has not been found, Temujin's assassination mission has not been completed, and he can't die yet.

The more you don't want to die, the closer you are to death.

The red python kept attacking. Guo Jing was in a panic. He tripped over something on the ground. He jumped up quickly, but had no place to stay. He had to fall on the python. Before he took off again, the python rolled over and rolled him. The body is wrapped up.

Fortunately, before the snake's head had time to bite him, his hands could move, and he blocked the snake's mouth with a golden knife.

Seeing that he couldn't bite him, the python kept shrinking and rolling. Guo Jing only felt that his body was oppressed, and he could not help but resist.

Thanks to the internal skills of Xuanmen taught by Ma Yu, he has the skill to fight the python. But the contraction of the python is constant, but his true energy can't always resist, he must kill the damn python as soon as possible.

He had no intention of asking for its snake blood, only thinking about how to hack him to death.

But at this time, the python kept flipping, already trapping his right arm holding the knife, and the golden knife couldn't cut the python's neck at all.

And its head bent over, trying to swallow him.

He hurriedly used his last physical strength and infuriating energy, using his left hand, buckled the giant python's open mouth, and pulled it hard to reach the position of the golden knife, but he still couldn't cut his neck.

The snake seemed to understand his intention and tried to bite his left hand. In a hurry, he sent the mouth of the snake's head to the golden knife, and the sharp blade was inserted into the snake's mouth, and the wounded python rolled around fiercely.

Guo Jing's knife was broken away by the python, and his left hand was about to snap off. He ran the infuriating attack again and pulled its head away. His right hand was numb and he lost consciousness.

The only weapon left now is the teeth.

He pulled the snake's head vigorously, and the python kept flipping, trying to get rid of his pull. There was no way. He bit the snake's neck with a bloody gushing in. He could hardly bear it, and wanted to open his mouth and let it go. But if that happens, you have to bite him again, I don't know when.

He couldn't let go, and the snake blood kept pouring into his mouth, almost suffocating.

He remembered the purpose of Wang Daochang leading him to kill the snake and drink blood. Now that the blood reaches his mouth, that is just an opportunity, so he no longer has any worries and swallows.

As the snake blood in the inlet became less and less, the strength of the snake wrapped around him also continued to weaken, and finally his qi was enough to fight it.

When he felt that there was no snake blood flowing into his mouth, he let go, retracted his left hand, and took a deep breath. The whole body was swollen. The snake bones were squeezed by him. Then he suddenly relaxed, like a cat, from the snake Shot out of his body.

The giant python is still roaming on the ground, but it has not much vitality.

With luck conditioning, he soon felt relieved all over, and he hurried out of the house to find the Taoist chief when he picked up the golden knife. ,, ..

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