Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

Jingyu Palace

Wen Yanzhao's face remained calm. He looked at Zhuoqing, whose face was becoming increasingly ugly, and asked:

"My Lingnan Wen family has been secluded and independent for generations, and has never been willing to get involved in worldly fame and fortune. Even if the emperor grants my grandfather an empty title, I'm afraid he won't accept it!"

"What's more, I'm afraid that he has other intentions in granting the title to my Wen family for no apparent reason? I'm afraid that my position as the Supervisor is also the same as that of the Emperor."

Zhuoqing shouted angrily:

"Wen Yanzhao! Don't be so arrogant! You actually presume to judge the emperor's will. Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will punish all your clans?!"

Wen Yanzhao flashed in front of Zhuoqing, his aura surged, his eyes were as cold as ice:

"Go back and ask the old emperor. Aren't you afraid that I will massacre your Tianqi City?"

At the same time, thick black fog gradually dissipated from Wen Yanzhao's body, as if it was given life, bypassing Ye Dingzhi, Luo Qingyang and Yi Wenjun, and surrounding Zhuoqing and the dozens of soldiers behind him!

Zhuo Qing knew that this was Wen Yanzhao's poison, so he quickly dodged and rushed out...

In just a blink of an eye, the dozens of soldiers holding long spears behind Zhuoqing were wrapped in the thick black fog from the feet up!

The leading captain was so surprised that he was about to step back, but before he could lift his legs, his exposed skin quickly turned black!

Then his whole body twitched, black blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he fell backwards with his eyes wide open!

"thump!"

"thump!"

"thump!"

……

In an instant, those dozens of soldiers seemed to have their souls harvested by the god of death, deader than dead!

Their bodies also dissipated into wisps of flying ashes with the wind. Zhuo Qing used his hands to use his virtual thoughts to block Wen Yanzhao's poisonous roar.

But more and more soldiers fell behind him, and those who were not infected by the poisonous fog screamed as if they saw a devil and tried to escape from the range of the poisonous fog!

"Ghost! Ghost!"

"He's a devil! Run! Don't block me, run!"

Wen Yanzhao stood there, the system prompts kept echoing in his mind:

[Poison the soldier and gain 50 reputation]

[Poison the soldier and gain 50 reputation]

Zhuo Qing raised his hand and struck out, dispersing the poisonous fog surrounding him, and shouted:

"Wen Yanzhao, are you crazy? How dare you kill the imperial guards!"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes were cold and he sneered:

"Aren't you going to kill all my nine clans? Then today, I will let you die at my feet!"

As the poisonous fog spread rapidly, most of the 3,000 soldiers who came with Zhuoqing had died!

Inside and outside the Jingyu Palace, it was like Asura Hell at this moment, and Wen Yanzhao stood there like the Poison King of Hell, reaping their lives!

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Chapter 117: Defeat Zhuoqing

Seeing the soldiers in front of them fall to the ground and die suddenly, Luo Qingyang and Yi Wenjun were extremely shocked.

Yi Wenjun didn't dare to look at those extremely tragic things anymore, and buried his face in Ye Dingzhi's arms and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother Yun, what kind of trick is this? Why do the soldiers turn into ashes after the black mist comes into contact with them?"

"Master Wen...what on earth happened?"

Ye Dingzhi finally spoke with a serious expression:

"It's poison!"

"poison?!"

"Sure enough, the Wen family is the best at using poison. It's no wonder that he is the grandson of Wen Lin!"

After hearing Ye Dingzhi's words, Luo Qingyang murmured

Ye Dingzhi looked at Wen Yanzhao's back and said softly:

"I'm afraid there's no one in the world who is better at using poison than him!"

"I heard from Dong Jun that when he came out this time, both his uncle Wen Hujiu and his grandfather Wen Lin were very worried that he would use poison, because no one could cure his poison."

"His poison can not only kill people, but also massacre the whole city!"

Luo Qingyang was somewhat incredulous. He glanced around and found that in the entire palace, only Zhuoqing was able to resist with Xuhuai Gong. Those thousands of soldiers were either dead or escaped!

The garden, which was originally full of birdsong, flowers and lush greenery, was destroyed by Wen Yanzhao's poisonous fog. Now it is a desolate place with withered grass and dead trees!

Ye Dingzhi hugged Yi Wenjun and said leisurely:

“You may not know that if he is really forced into a desperate situation and all the poisons in his body come out, this Apocalypse City will also become a dead city!”

Hearing Ye Dingzhi's words, Luo Qingyang took a breath, his eyes trembled, and he no longer dared to underestimate Wen Yanzhao in front of him.

At this time, Zhuo Qing was surrounded by purple Qi and did not dare to be careless. He was terrified:

"We can't let him continue like this, otherwise the poison gas will spread throughout the city, and I'm afraid the entire Apocalypse City will be destroyed in his hands!"

"I never expected that I would personally take action and Ye Dingzhi would surrender, but this damned thing actually dared to rebel against the court!"

'Hateful! Hateful!'

Zhuo Qing was furious, but without any delay, he dispersed the poisonous fog around him and slapped Wen Yanzhao several times!

"Qiang!"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes flashed, and with a flash of light in his hand, the Chengying Sword came out!

"Zhuoqing, you should also keep your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chengying sword flew out of his hand!

"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

"Whoosh!"

"Crack!"

At this time, Wen Yanzhao, whose cultivation had already reached the half-step divine journey, naturally had a different effect when he launched a hundred-step flying sword.

Before Ye Dingzhi and Luo Qingyang could see the sword shadow clearly, the protective energy in front of Zhuoqing was pierced by the sword, leaving a huge crack!

Zhuo Qing's pupils tightened. Although he couldn't see the sword, the threat of death was so real!

The sword light attached to the Chengying Sword had pierced through his clothes on his chest and was only two or three inches away from his heart!

Wen Yanzhao flew up and pointed with one hand, and the Chengying sword penetrated further. Zhuoqing felt a pain in his chest. The sword blade had cut through his skin, and the blood instantly dyed the clothes on Zhuoqing's chest red!

"Damn it, how dare you hurt me!"

Zhuoqing shouted loudly and performed the Nine-Layer Xu Huai Gong. The purple-black true energy instantly blew Wen Yanzhao's Chengying Sword away, and then he sent out six palms in succession!

The first three palms turned into purple-black poisonous snakes, carrying evil winds and blasting towards Wen Yanzhao who was standing in the air. The next three palms turned into dense and fine needles, hoping to use the offensive power of the previous palms to seriously injure Wen Yanzhao.

Wen Yanzhao stood in the air, and suddenly picked up the flying Chengying sword, followed by the six palms that made Zhuoqing famous!

"Zhuoqing, you underestimate me, Wen Yanzhao. Even if you don't use poison skills, you can't get the upper hand from me!"

"No self swordsmanship!"

Ye Dingzhi stared at Wen Yanzhao closely, but unexpectedly, without him blinking, Wen Yanzhao transformed into more than eighty identical figures!

"go with!"

Those phantoms were exactly the same as Wen Yanzhao's real body, and the shadows in his hands were no different.

Zhuoqing only felt that it was overwhelming, and sword shadows were continuously slashing towards the palm wind that he had just slapped out!

"Brush brush..."

"boom!"

Zhuoqing's palm technique was very powerful, but even so, in just a moment, Wen Yanzhao chopped it into pieces and dissipated it into the air!

"Not enough! Go!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the eighty or so phantoms simultaneously sent out flying swords of a hundred steps!

Zhuoqing was somewhat desperate, his eyes were filled with the image of a sword breaking through the air!

"what!"

In order to save his life, Zhuoqing could only slap out his palms again and again, trying to block the powerful sword in front of him!

Wen Yanzhao's real body was still standing in the air, looking at Zhuo Qing who was exhausted from dealing with the situation, as if he was watching a play.

Luo Qingyang couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Why is this man's swordsmanship so advanced? I have never seen such exquisite swordsmanship! What a pity, what a pity... He is just a teenager, but he can actually suppress the eunuch Zhuo Qing who is half a step away from the spiritual world!"

Ye Dingzhi sighed:

"Even if you are born with martial veins, I'm afraid you won't be able to compare with him!"

Just as the two were amazed, multiple sword energies appeared in Zhuoqing's body, and the tall ceremonial crown on his head was shattered into pieces by the sword energy!

"puff!"

Zhuo Qing's body was covered with sword wounds. He tried his best to protect his vital parts from being stabbed by Wen Yanzhao.

He knew he was no match for his opponent, so he used his remaining internal energy and fled desperately towards the palace!

"Wen Yanzhao, just wait for me!"

Wen Yanzhao retracted all the clones of Wuwo Sword Dao and smiled contemptuously:

“You damn eunuch, go back and tell your old emperor not to use any imperial tactics against my Wen family, or I’ll massacre his Tianqi City!”