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

Hearing this, Wang Yihang, who had just been knocked away by Zhuge Wucai, pushed himself up with one hand and stood up from the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Young Master Wen, be careful. This man is no small matter. Even with your Fuyao realm cultivation, it will be difficult to defeat him!"

"Hmm??? Who said I'm still in the Fuyao realm? Go on!"

Without even turning his head, Wen Yanzhao took out a small purple gold gourd with the word "Wen" engraved on it from his arms and threw it back to Wang Yihang.

"what is this?"

Wang Yixing stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the purple gold gourd in his hand and asked

"That's the Wen family's magical healing medicine. There should be a few pills left in it. Feed one to my cousin, take one yourself, and leave the rest to me!"

Wen Yanzhao slowly drew out the Chengying Sword from the storage space. Under the moonlight, the sword was hazy like smoke.

Zhuge Wucai stared at Wen Yanzhao, and was puzzled when he saw him pull out that strange sword out of thin air:

"Could it be that this kid also knows the art of Qimen Dunjia?"

Wen Yanzhao saw Zhuge Wucai standing there in a daze, not seeing Zhuge Wuzuo, so he asked:

"Aren't you two Wuzuo Shuangzun a pair of twins? Where is your brother?"

Zhuge Wucai's mouth twitched slightly and his voice was gloomy: "Why would it take two people to kill you?"

Just after saying this, Zhuge Wucai's figure shook and disappeared on the spot. The place where he just stood immediately showed the same Tai Chi Bagua formation as the last time!

"Master Wen, be careful, his Qimen Dunjia field has been deployed!"

Wang Yihang, who was meditating and healing behind him, saw Zhuge Wucai disappear from the spot and quickly reminded him

"Oh, no problem, take a look at my advanced version of Poisonous Roar Hundred Miles!"

Wen Yanzhao's tone was disdainful. At this moment, his eyes sparkled, and the shadow in his hand was pulled by his breath, standing behind him.

Then, with Dantian as the center, a black smoke as dark as ink rose up from the body!

The black smoke seemed to have life, growing thicker and thicker. Yin Luoxia looked up and saw that the black smoke seemed to have substance.

She was a little curious and jokingly asked, "Bai Li Dong Jun, was your cousin a charcoal burner before?"

Baili Dongjun was adjusting the meridians in his body to regulate the flow of Qi. When he heard Yin Luoxia's words, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud:

"He...he's not a charcoal burner, he's a snake charmer!"

When Wen Yanzhao heard the two people behind him making fun of him, he cursed in his heart: "You are still flirting!"

Then he waved his arms, and the thick black fog circled like two black dragons, searching the open space of more than ten feet in front of him!

When the poisonous fog was retracted, a human figure suddenly appeared less than ten feet in front of Wen Yanzhao!

"Wen family boy, what a poisonous skill!"

The figure was Zhuge Wucai. He had just inhaled a trace of the poisonous mist when he suddenly felt his limbs become numb.

Fortunately, I acted quickly and used Qimen Dunjia to transfer the poisonous fog to another space.

Then, relying on his decades of deep internal strength, he bit the tip of his tongue to force out all the toxins trapped in his internal organs!

Zhuge Wucai completed all this in a matter of moments, and then he shouted:

"But do you have the ability to save them from me?" As soon as he said this, he struck out with a palm!

The target of the surging palm wind was not Wen Yanzhao, but Baili Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi behind him!

"Be careful, cousin!"

The palm wind was so fast that Wen Yanzhao had to raise his hand and use a selfless sword energy to try to disperse the palm wind!

Wuwo's ​​sword energy and palm wind collided in the air, and with a "pop" sound, wild true energy burst out, shattering everything on both sides of the street!

Although most of the power of the palm wind had been offset by the sword energy hastily released by Wen Yanzhao, the residual power was still there and would hit Ye Dingzhi and Baili Dongjun in a moment!

"Damn it!"

Wen Yanzhao let out a low roar, it was too late to rescue, so he had to send two balls of black mist to attack Zhuge Wucai who had just appeared!

Zhuge Wucai sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the two balls of black mist strangely counterattacked back to Wen Yanzhao himself!

"Buzz!"

"boom!"

A huge golden-red statue that was several feet tall, like the angry Vajra of Tibetan Buddhism, offset the remaining power of Zhuge Wucai's palm with a single wave of its arm!

Wen Yanzhao looked closely and saw the statue formed by true energy covering Ye Dingzhi!

"What kind of skill is this?"

Wang Yixing's eyes widened. He had practiced martial arts for nearly twenty years, but had never seen such fierce and domineering external martial arts!

"Acalanatha Gong!"

Ye Dingzhi was already prepared when the palm wind came. Fortunately, Yin Luoxia had deep internal strength.

She took on the responsibility of draining the inner energy of Baili Dongjun alone, which allowed Ye Dingzhi to free himself and use the Acalanatha skill to resist Zhuge Wucai's palm force!

"That kid's Qimen Dunjia can change his position in space. If you attack him directly, it will be difficult to succeed!"

Ye Dingzhi stood still under the statue, turned around and reminded Wen Yanzhao

"As expected of you, you are the envoy of the Demon Cult. I underestimated you! Put away your inner strength, protect Xiao Baili well, and leave this demon to me!"

After saying this, Wen Yanzhao took all the black mist back into his body, gathered 10% of his internal strength into his arms, and then controlled the ruthless sword.

The Chengying Sword suspended in the air behind him suddenly shone brightly, transforming into thousands of ice sword blades that protected Baili Dongjun, Ye Dingzhi and four others!

"What a clever boy! Do you think you can stop me with this sword formation that leaves a trace of sword energy?"

Zhuge Wucai did not move his feet, but his body rushed towards Wen Yanzhao like a whirlwind, and he punched out dozens of palms with both hands!

Wen Yanzhao wielded the Chengying Sword with one hand and slashed out dozens of swords at the same time!

The palm wind was powerful and the sword energy was sharp. In an instant, the street was filled with flying rubble and gullies!

When the two were fighting in a stalemate, suddenly a figure exactly like Zhuge Wucai rushed over from a distance!

His eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pointed his hand at Wen Yanzhao and slapped him.

"die!"

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Chapter 91 His breath

The figure raised his hand and struck out with great force, aiming at the Tanzhong point on Wen Yanzhao's chest!

"You underestimate me!"

The figure in Wen Yanzhao's eyes, who was exactly the same as Zhuge Wucai in front of him, had already appeared less than a foot in front of him!

But there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he straightened his chest and took the blow from the man!

"Oh!"

The man's palm hit Wen Yanzhao's chest, and at the same time, a smile of success appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But before he could be happy for long, a look of horror appeared on his face.

Wen Yanzhao was hit by a palm at the Death Gate acupoint, but except that his body swayed and he took a few steps back, he looked completely unharmed!

"Brother, your hand!"

Zhuge Wucai glanced at the palm of the man next to him who looked exactly like him and exclaimed

That person is the other one of the Wuzuo Twins——Zhuge Wucheng

Zhuge Wucheng heard his brother's exclamation and looked up. The palm that had hit Wen Yanzhao had turned black and purple and swollen...

When he looked closely, he saw two extremely tiny needle holes in the center of his palm, from which wisps of black smoke were oozing out!

Zhuge Wucheng's poisoned hand didn't feel any pain or itch, but was numb like a dead branch. He couldn't use his Qi anymore.

He sent all his Qi towards the Shenmen, Yanggu, and Daling points on his right hand, only to find that they were completely blocked...

Zhuge Wucai reached out and touched his brother's right wrist, then sighed:

"The meridians of this hand have been corroded by the poison. I'm afraid it's useless!"

Zhuge Wucheng's eyes turned red when he heard the sound. He waved his left hand, a purple light flashed, and his poisoned right hand was cut off at the wrist!

He was very rational. If he didn't do this, the poison would attack his heart and even a great immortal wouldn't be able to save him.

Zhuge Wucheng tore off a piece of black cloth and wrapped it around his broken wrist. He stared at Wen Yanzhao with a cold voice and resentful eyes:

"What a poisonous method! What other skills do you have in the Wen family besides using poison?"

Wen Yanzhao raised his hand and blasted out two egoless sword energies, going straight for the throats of the two men. Zhuge Wucai's black robe was covered, and in front of him appeared a green magic circle composed of the same eight trigrams and seal characters!

The two sword energies were only half an inch away from cutting off the brothers' heads, but they strangely changed direction and stabbed towards Wen Yanzhao!

It was also the first time that Wen Yanzhao faced the attack of his own sword energy. He had no choice but to use both hands to make sword gestures at the same time and swung out two stronger sword energies to dissolve it!

"laugh!"

The sword energies of the same origin met, making a slight sound in the air before disappearing.

Zhuge Wucai's eyes suddenly turned into one of fear: "Brother, your hand!"

When Zhuge Wucheng looked at the black hand on the ground again, he saw that the skin, muscles and fascia had begun to rot starting from the two needle holes where the poison had occurred!

It seemed that with just a slight shake, the entire palm would be reduced to nothing but white bones!

"You shameless villain who used poison, give me back my hand!"

Zhuge Wucheng's eyes were red with anger, and his voice seemed to be like a fierce ghost from the underworld demanding his life.

"You killed Zhuo Jiuyin, who I have been carefully nurturing for these days, and I haven't asked you for compensation yet!"

At this time, Wen Yanzhao stepped back a few steps, reached out from his chest and pulled out a half-foot long, black snake.

Then he released the internal force in his hand, and the snake's body turned into black powder and was all absorbed into Wen Yanzhao's body!

The snake was actually dead.