The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 17 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (17)

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Jian Anning was lying on the snow, her whole body was hot and weak, she was thinking wildly, recalling the original plot, within a few minutes, she went through the original plot.

Jian Anning just got out of the memories, she felt hot and painful all over her body, it was really uncomfortable.

If I had known that I would transmigrate into my own book, when Jian Anning was writing, she would treat her heroine a little better and not make any sickly, sickly beauties...

While Jian Anning was slandering her experience, at this moment, the situation took a sharp turn——

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, and Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, stopped their confrontation.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, saw that negotiating was useless, and Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was determined not to hand over his unmarried wife, Jia Anning, so he didn't say any more.

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, used the silver folding fan in his hand. The folding fan was hollowed out, and the top of each fan blade had serrations sharper than a thin blade. He used the folding fan as a weapon and began to fight against the demon. The leader of the sect, Shen Qiye, made a move.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He has rich experience in actual combat, and he perfectly avoided the silver folding fan that was attacking his vitals.

With a sound of "咻", the silver folding fan hit the trunk of a snow-covered dead tree behind Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, and the dead tree immediately fell down.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, pulled the silver iron chain in his hand again, and the heavy silver folding fan connected with the silver iron chain returned to his hand again.

At this moment, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Devil's Cult, also started to exercise his kung fu. As soon as he came up, he reached the eighth floor of the Poisonous Spider Dafa. Golden flames condensed in the palm of his right hand, which looked like a small sun.

It wasn't that the leader of the Devil's Cult, Shen Qiye, looked up to Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, and believed that his strength should not be underestimated, so he used such a fierce and powerful move on the eighth level of the Poison Spider Dafa as soon as he came up.

It's just that Shen Qi, the leader of the Demon Cult, wanted to make a quick decision, defeat Li Qinghuan as soon as possible, and then snatch the small bottle of medicine that Li Qinghuan carried with him that contained the real thousand-year-old blood lotus.

Jian Anning was still waiting for this small bottle of medicine to save her life.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was using his internal strength, launching lightness kung fu, and was about to strike the "little sun" condensed in the palm of his right hand towards Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School.

Suddenly, the "little sun" condensed in the palm of the right hand of the demon leader Shen Qiye went out, and he also vomited blood. For some reason, his internal force suddenly turned back, hurting his muscles and bones, and his internal organs were all gone now. It bleeds a lot.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground. His head was still awake, but his limbs didn't have any extra strength to move.

"Shen Qiye, Shen Qiye, you are a person with world-class martial arts, why can't you think about standing on the side of the Devil's Cult, now it's all right, you are going to perish today..."

"Shen Qiye, dying on the top of such a desolate snow-capped mountain, this way of dying is quite suitable for you..."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, put his right hand holding the silver folding fan behind his back. He stood with his hand behind his back, and looked down at Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult who was lying on the snow, vomiting blood, and could barely move.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, sneered and sneered, his words were full of indifference.

"What did you do to me?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was not reconciled, he said bitterly.

"Well, since your death is approaching, for the sake of your dying, I will tell you the cause of your death, so that you can understand..."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, sighed inaudibly, and casually said to Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, in a light and light tone.

"The fake thousand-year-old blood lotus on the cliff on the top of the snow mountain is not just made by me with ordinary snow lotus dyed with red paint."

"I mixed some cartilage powder into that fake thousand-year-old blood lotus."

"You haven't heard of the poison called cartilage powder, have you?"

"Cartilage powder, in powder form, melts in water, colorless and odorless, it is a strange poison specially used to deal with martial arts practitioners, it has no effect on ordinary people, but it is not necessary to deal with ordinary people."

"As long as a person with internal strength takes cartilage powder, and then exerts his internal strength, as long as he exerts his strength, he will be backlashed by the internal force, his internal organs will be broken, and his whole body will become weak and unable to move."

"I mixed the powder of cartilage powder into water, and then soaked the fake thousand-year-old blood lotus in water, so that the powder of cartilage powder could adhere to its petals."

"People in the martial arts world, no matter they are decent or demonic, most people know that cartilage powder needs to be eaten by people to exert its effect."

"But only a few people know that as long as the cartilage powder is heated and volatilized into a gas, even if it is inhaled a little bit into the body, it will have an effect."

"Last night, when you decocted the medicine, although there was only half a fake thousand-year-old blood lotus petal in the medicine soup, you only need this half of the fake thousand-year-old blood lotus petal. Once the cartilage on the petal is heated, it will evaporate in the air. , colorless and odorless.

"Yesterday, both you and my unmarried wife Jian Anning inhaled cartilage powder."

"You take your unmarried wife one at a time. You know, your unmarried wife is about to die. Not only did you not give her the antidote, you actually gave her cartilage powder..."

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, is now shattered by his own internal force. He is seriously injured and can hardly move. He is no match for Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, himself had his own life hanging by a thread. He was still thinking about the safety of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, and he didn't know if he was still desperate to use her as a pawn, a hostage, or just worried about her.

"Don't worry, after I kill you, I will give the real thousand-year-old blood lotus to my unmarried wife Jian Anning."

"Today, you will die here."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, was speaking, and after he finished speaking, he raised the heavy silver folding fan held tightly in his right hand, and slashed at the waist of the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, at the waist.

Jian Anning was lying on the snow, wearing the black robe with dragon and phoenix patterns worn by the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye. She witnessed the whole process of defeating the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, by Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

Jian Anning really wanted to stand up and stand in front of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, to prevent him from killing Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult.

But Jian An Ning had enough heart but not enough strength, she felt very uncomfortable just by moving her body a little bit, and she couldn't even breathe, as if she would die of suffocation due to being unable to breathe in the next second.

(End of this chapter)