The Dragon from Hell

There was a fight inside Wolong Villa, and it was not easy outside the villa either.

The two old men from Yaowang Valley seemed to have noticed the movement inside the villa, and the sound of the ocarina and the sheng music became louder and more urgent.

One of the old men even took out an incense burner from his arms again, and with his own strength, he urged two incense sticks containing poisonous fog, causing the poisonous fog outside Wolong Villa to become thicker and thicker, and even many ordinary plants began to wither quickly.

The entire Wolong Villa was wrapped in a ball of purple fog, and no one dared to approach within a radius of ten miles.

Du Bangyan and the middle-aged man were fighting fiercely, and the fighting power of the two was comparable.

Although Du Bangyan's strength was stronger than the middle-aged man, because he had a disabled leg for many years, although it was now restored to normal, it was still somewhat affected.

Otherwise, the fight between the two of them would not have lasted so long.

As soon as Du Bangyan looked up, he saw the purple fog coming one after another. The Qingyue incense in the corner was still burning, but he could already smell the pungent smell.

Even many Panlong Temple disciples who were far away from the Qingyue incense had begun to have adverse reactions. If this continued, they would all be in trouble.

He glanced at An Jiuxiao not far away and gritted his teeth and said, "Jiuxiao, fight quickly!"

At this time, An Jiuxiao's clothes on his chest were almost stained black and red with blood, all of which were his own blood.

But his expression was very calm, and he still had that expressionless look, as if he was not the one who was poisoned and vomiting blood again and again.

On the contrary, Miao Han in front of him had red eyes and was furious: "This is impossible, this is impossible! How could you have solved it again!"

In the one-hour-long fierce battle, the two people's fistfights have become less and less, and more of Miao Han is trying his best to poison An Jiuxiao, while An Jiuxiao only relies on a Tianming Wanjie Pill to fight Miao Han to the end.

In their battle, it seems that An Jiuxiao has been injured all the time, but Miao Han is getting more and more manic, and even failed to dodge An Jiuxiao's fists and feet several times.

But it seemed that An Jiuxiao's fist did not hit him as hard as An Jiuxiao's easy removal of his poison. Even though he was bruised and swollen, he still looked at An Jiuxiao who stood up again with disbelief: "This is impossible!"

An Jiuxiao looked calm, staring at Miao Han with eyes like water: "I said, evil cannot prevail over good. The devil is one foot high, and the way is ten feet high. The poison you make in Yaowang Valley on the basis of human life will eventually lose to the belief of my ancient medical school that puts people first!"

As he said this, he spat out a mouthful of thick black blood from his mouth again, and his face, which was originally purple due to poisoning, returned to normal again.

He heard Du Bangyan's words, and naturally saw the increasingly dense poisonous fog not far away.

Under the poisonous fog, they were fine, but those ordinary disciples who stayed in Wolong Villa could definitely not withstand the invasion of the poisonous fog.

But seeing that the poisonous fog was so thick, he couldn't help frowning.

He knew that it was not only the people from Medicine King Valley who came with Miao Han, but also Lin Lin's men.

The children of Medicine King Valley were fine. They had been in such an environment for many years and had long been accustomed to it. It was just poisonous fog, and they could still withstand it.

But those of Lin Lin's men were different. They definitely could not withstand such a thick poisonous fog.

This was the abomination of Medicine King Valley. They did not take human life seriously at all.

At least, they did not take the lives of people outside Medicine King Valley seriously.

But now was not the time for him to attack Miao Han. He had to keep Miao Han today, otherwise everything that Brother Feng and Sister-in-law had prepared for him at the risk of their lives would be in vain.

So he stopped delaying, reached into his sleeve, and clenched a pill inside.

"Miao Han, I said, since you are here today, don't leave. We will slowly settle the debt with you Medicine King Valley!"

Miao Han's eyes were red, he was panting heavily, staring at An Jiuxiao with eyes that wished he could tear him to pieces.

"Haha, arrogant!"

Having said that, his hand had already reached into his arms, where the last thing he had on him was, a poison needle with a black-green glow.

This was his last trump card. If this poison needle could no longer break An Jiuxiao's Tianming Wanjie Pill, it would mean that he had completely lost today!

The two looked at each other, staring at each other's figures, and finally attacked at the same time with a different tacit understanding!

But this time, An Jiuxiao was no longer simply like before, taking Miao Han's poison while attacking with fists and feet.

Instead, when he got close to Miao Han, he suddenly crushed the white pill in his sleeve and sprinkled the powder directly on Miao Han's face.

WithAt the same time, Miao Han's poison needle also pierced deeply into An Jiuxiao's shoulder.

"Ah!"

"Ugh!"

Miao Han screamed, An Jiuxiao groaned, and retreated at the same time.

An Jiuxiao covered his shoulder, and the bone-eroding pain spread from his shoulder to his whole body in an instant, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

The severe pain almost made him unable to stand, and he stumbled and half-knelt on the ground, and blood began to spurt out of his mouth one after another.

"Jiuxiao!"

Du Bangyan saw that something was wrong and wanted to go to the side.

On the other side, Miao Jin also poked an eye out of the black mist and looked at An Jiuxiao silently.

But before the two of them came to help, An Jiuxiao hurriedly raised a hand: "No need to come!"

He half-knelt on the ground and spit out blood again. This time the reaction was more intense than every time before. An Jiuxiao could hardly even half-kneel, and his body was shaking violently with the naked eye.

"Jiuxiao, if it doesn't work, just detoxify yourself!"

Du Bangyan couldn't leave at this moment. The middle-aged man in front of him bit him tightly. The two were evenly matched and the outcome of the battle was hard to tell.

Although Miao Jin could withdraw, he could not play any other role. He could only mobilize some of the poisonous insects to surround An Jiuxiao to prevent him from being attacked at this time.

Fortunately, An Jiuxiao's current situation was even more tragic than An Jiuxiao's. After the white powder was sprinkled on his face, it was instantly inhaled into his lungs, and the whole person fell to the ground and rolled around in pain.

An Jiuxiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, making sure that he had no ability to move under the effect of the powder, and then tried to maintain his body shape and sit cross-legged.

He did not detoxify himself, but sat cross-legged, allowing the poison to spread throughout his body.

When he felt the warmth in his abdomen begin to spread to his limbs and bones, dispelling the tendency of his body to tremble, he slowly said: "No need, I have already won."