Mortal bone

"call……"

Xiahou Qingyuan crawled out from a pile of rubble, dusted off the dust on his body, exhaled a long breath, pulled a chair and sat on it, and then threw the torch sword in his hand on the ground beside him Once interjected, he looked up at Li Yezhu coldly and said:

"If you just want to consume me to death, then your calculation is wrong."

After saying this, only a "boom" was heard, and Xiahou Qingyuan inserted it into the fire sword beside him, and a layer of flames emerged again.

The fire never goes out.

"Then try it."

Li Yezhu pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, and with a "shua", the person seemed to teleport, and he had already arrived in front of Xiahou Qingyuan just as he spoke.

"bass!……"

Amidst the sound of the saber, Li Yezhu's saber slashed straight at Xiahou Qingyuan's neck.

With this kind of movement speed and knife-out speed, the simpler the way of knife-out, the greater the power.

"boom!"

The moment Li Yezhu's blade was about to slash Xiahou Qingyuan's neck, Xiahou Qingyuan's whole body turned into a blazing flame and disappeared under Li Yezhu's blade.

"Shh!"

At the same time, at the moment when Li Yezhu's blade slashed, the raging flame merged with the fire sword that had already pointed at Li Yezhu's sword, and the last sword pierced towards his chest.

Just at the moment when the fire sword was about to pierce through the chest, a crack appeared out of thin air in front of Li Yezhu's body, and a hand holding a knife protruded from the crack, and slashed at the stabbing fire. sword.

"boom!--"

With the sound of a deafening collision, Li Yezhu's black saber energy and the flames of Xiahou Qingyuan's body exploded suddenly.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

Before the exploding saber energy and firewood dissipated, Li Yezhu's saber and Xiahou Qingyuan's sword collided several times in a row.

In just a short moment, the tables and chairs in the lobby were all smashed into powder by the saber and sword energy.

"Uh!……"

At this moment, Xiahou Qingyuan's muffled groan sounded in the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" was heard, and Xia Hou Qingyuan's body fell heavily from the air to the ground.

"It seems that those who carried your torch with them, and were still stubbornly resisting in the end, were also found by the yellow dog."

Li Yezhu, who landed slowly from the air, looked at Xiahou Qingyuan who was holding his head in pain on the ground, and murmured thoughtfully.

The reason why he said this is because according to his understanding of the original power of the yellow dog demon, after finding all the people who hide and seek with him, the yellow dog will start to eat them little by little, until they can only eat them. There is only one wandering soul left without his own divine sense.

And at this time, because Xiahou Qingyuan was connected with them, the pain he endured would naturally increase tenfold and a hundredfold.

"Brother Xiahou, how about it, can you still bear it?"

Li Yezhu walked slowly towards Xiahou Qingyuan, his expression still very vigilant.

Although he knew very well that the pain that Xiahou Qingyuan was enduring at this moment was enough to break his Dao heart when placed on an ordinary monk.

"But he is Xiahou Qingyuan, the descendant of the Xiahou family, the proud disciple of the Palace Master of the Three Emperors, and he was born different from ordinary monks."

As Li Yezhu approached Xiahou Qingyuan slowly, he murmured indifferently.

When there was only two or three feet away from Xiahou Qingyuan, he suddenly stopped.

"boom!……"

The moment he stopped, hundreds of thin threads like spider silk suddenly appeared around his body, and at the same time, spider pupils appeared on his forehead.

"He who inherits the true meaning of the fire, as long as there is still a drop of blood essence left, he cannot be killed, unless the true meaning of the fire is taken away."

As soon as the words fell, Li Yezhu raised his hand lightly, letting the spider-like blood threads all over his body shoot towards Xiahou Qingyuan.

From the very beginning, Li Yezhu never thought of killing Xiahou Qingyuan. All he wanted from the beginning to the end was the true meaning of the firewood in Xiahou Qingyuan.

Because, when his original demon-seed power broke through to the third level, his ability was based on the "hanging silk puppet", and there was an extra "stealing the sky and changing the sun."

The most frightening thing about this stealthy power is that it can steal the other party's true intentions.

"Ok?"

But at the moment when the puppet spider silk was about to penetrate Xiahou Qingyuan's body, Li Yezhu let out a cry of surprise, and then he stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, making the hundreds of puppet silk stay in place.

Although the aura was very weak, the destructive aura emanating from Xiahou Qingyuan's body with the meaning of antiquity was still captured by Li Yezhu's keen power of soul.

"As expected of Jiuyuan's youngest Ten Demon Generals."

At this time, Xiahou Qingyuan, who had been kneeling on the ground, holding his head in pain with his hands, suddenly raised his head, with a regretful smile on his face.

"I thought that after being injured like this, you would slack off and not notice this aura."

While talking, Xiahou Qingyuan propped himself up on the ground, and slowly stood up.

"Zheng!..."

The celestial sword firewood that had fallen to the side also flew back to him at this time.

"Your Xiahou clan's ancestors have the blood of the divine beast Bi Fang, so the aura of desolation and destruction just emanating from your body should be the divine will of the divine bird Bi Fang, right?"

Li Yezhu pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, and black cracks kept appearing "shua, shua, shua" behind him, looking completely prepared.

"Even Bi Fang, who I have inherited from the Xiahou family, knows very well. It seems that your Jiu Yuan's hand has reached out to our Xiahou family."

Xiahou Qingyuan stretched out his hand to grab the firewood of the fairy sword, and frowned at Li Yezhu, the evil one.

"To each other." Li Yezhu slowly drew his sword and looked at him proudly, "Don't you also know that the power of my original demon seed has broken through the third level?"

"Hey……"

Xiahou Qingyuan grinned, then raised the fire sword in his hand, with madness flickering in his eyes and said:

"The next scene is all about life and death, Li Yezhu, do you dare to take the sword?"

Hearing this, Li Yezhu's expression was still as calm as water.

He took a step forward, raised the black knife in his hand, stared coldly at Xiahou Qingyuan and said:

"What do you say is only about life and death, you just want to use your Bi Fang divine will to destroy my original power."

In fact, for the Jiuyuan demon species, the most feared thing on the battlefield is the will to fight, and when facing a single human monk off the battlefield, the most feared thing is the will of God.

It's just that the existence of divine will, just like the god-human bone, only a very small number of descendants of aristocratic families who have the blood of divine beasts can awaken and inherit.

"Each each other."

The corners of Xiahou Qingyuan's mouth raised, and the sword in his hand was slowly raised, and colorful brilliance began to flow around his body.

"Aren't you also forcing me to use up this divine will?"

Xiahou Qingyuan pointed at Li Yezhu with his sword.

Both of them sensed each other's intentions.

"In this case, let's take a gamble, whether you will destroy my original power of the demon seed, or I will swallow your true meaning of the fire first."

While speaking, Li Yezhu raised the knife in his hand, and his aura surged with a "boom".

Although Xiahou Qingyuan's breath fluctuations are much weaker than Li Yezhu's because of the connection of the fire, even if he has mobilized all the power of Qi, blood and true essence, the colorful halo that circulates around him becomes more and more dazzling , The entire lobby of the teahouse began to be filled with a terrifying killing intent with a sense of antiquity.

Judging from the current situation, the two are evenly matched.

Whoever wins and loses can only rely on gambling.

For a moment, the entire lobby was deadly silent.

Both of them were waiting for an opportunity to draw their swords.

"Click, click, click!..."

Just when the momentum and killing intent of the two were about to climb to the peak, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and hoarse voice shouted nervously:

"Li Yezhu, Li Yezhu!"

"Where are you, Li Yezhu?"

"I can't find him, I can't find him, I can't find him!"

Hearing this voice, Li Yezhu's eyes froze, and there was a rare look of panic in his eyes.

Even if he didn't use his eyes to see, he didn't use his soul to sense, he could already hear the identity of this person——

"Yellow dog."

However, he and Xiahou Qingyuan had already "drawn their swords and crossbows", and he couldn't tolerate the slightest distraction at all, so even if they knew that the yellow dog was in trouble, they could only pretend that they didn't see it.

The same is true for Xiahou Qingyuan on the opposite side.

He even suspected that this was Xiahou Qingyuan's plan to disturb him, so he also stared at Xiahou Qingyuan without blinking.

"boom!"

But in this instant, accompanied by a huge explosion of air, a torrent of fighting intent descended from the sky, and suddenly washed over the two of them.