After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Ying Zhuo's breath was stopped by his gaze, and his blood almost boiled.

Yes.

This look, this aura...

This is Xi Jue, the little fairy who was famous in the thirteen prefectures back then.

No one has ever known what the No. 12 phase pattern is, let alone its purpose, but Xi Jue, relying on one person and one sword, can draw a tie with Sheng Jiao, who holds the Tianyan Pearl and is favored by heaven.

The day after Ying Zhuo was ridiculed for "gentle and patient enlightenment", the elder who was in charge of teaching from Li Xiangzhai was out of the house urgently, so he asked his most proud disciple to come and teach a class.

Xi Jue was dressed in bright red crimson clothes and walked out of the warm sunlight holding a rattan whip in his hand. He was so beautiful and beautiful that it made people lose their souls.

He was probably weak and sickly since he was a child, and his stature was much shorter than that of ordinary peers.

I thought that I could barely regain some self-esteem when I came in front of Li Xiangzhai's group of kids who were one or two years younger than him, but when I looked around, everyone was taller than him.

Xi Jue's beautiful eyebrows drooped in an instant, and he glared at those young people who looked like sprouts, and flicked his cane whip with his wrist, without even saying a word of nonsense.

"Come and fight!"

Although the teenagers in Li Xiangzhai had heard of Xi Jue's reputation, they had never seen it, and felt that those people exaggerated because they flattered the Xi family.

Seeing that he is so short and has a face like a pretty little girl, they didn't say anything, but their eyes were full of ridicule and ridicule.

Xi Jue noticed that those people's eyes were on his head, and almost exploded, his hand holding the cane whip tightened, and his eyes sank.

"Hit."

The teenagers from Li Xiangzhai obediently went up to fight.

After a while, all of them were lying on the ground, unable to get up.

That was the first time that Ying Zhuo saw his classmates who bullied him so much that he couldn't lift his head in the past being beaten into such a miserable state.

——Of course, including himself.

Beat the whole Lixiangzhai upside down, so that those who are taller than him can only lie on the ground and look up at him, and the shorter Xi Jue will be more comfortable.

He took back the cane whip neatly and was about to walk away when his eyes suddenly fell on Ying Zhuo who was half lying in the corner.

Everyone in Li Xiangzhai looked at Xi Jue with resentment and fear, only Ying Zhuo was full of envy...

And the fiery love that Xi Jue couldn't see at that time.

Xi Jue tapped his palm twice with a whip, walked over abruptly, bent down with great interest, and looked straight into Ying Zhuo's eyes - there was still a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on his body, and when he approached for the first time, Ying Zhuo subconsciously Hold your breath.

"I remember you."

Xi Jue curled his lips into a smile, his immature face was flamboyant and beautiful, as if it was more dazzling than sunlight, "You are called..."

"Should Zhuo."

Purple spirit patterns spread all over the body, Xi Jianglan's eyes were cold and full of hostility, and that group of "abandoned immortal bones" was absorbed into the riddled meridians without any waste.

The whole painting boat was shaken by Xi Jianglan's spiritual power and couldn't help making a creepy "squeak" sound, as if it could collapse at any time.

"Brother..."

Ying Zhuo's eyes were hot and sick, and he slowly stood up straight and mobilized Xiangwen's spiritual power.

"Weaving under the eaves" suddenly turned into countless snow-white spider threads, and the crisp sound of "ding" scattered in all directions, instantly turning the entire painting boat into a coiled hole full of spider threads.

The priceless and exquisite decoration of the painting boat was completely destroyed in an instant.

The blood-stained spider silk that was forcibly pulled out by Xi Jianglan just now bounced to the ground, and was wrapped in purple spiritual energy, struggling and twisting wildly like a living thing.

Xi Jianglan dropped his hands loosely, and the spider silk suddenly turned into a black vine whip.

He squeezed the handle of the whip together with five fingers, and hit the palm of his hand with a "snap" and held it tightly.

The black cat was almost roaring: "Xi Jianglan, are you crazy?! You and Qin Ban are not related, why bother to spoil yourself for her?! You are majestic now, but once the "abandoned fairy bone" bites back, your life will be lost ! "

Xi Jianglan didn't even look at it, and flicked his wrist expressionlessly, several feet of jet-black rattan whips lingered around his body like a dragon swimming around, with purple patterns crackling, reflecting deep purple in his cold and ruthless eyes.

The intertwined snow-white spider silk and the pitch-black vine whip with fangs and claws are intertwined in the huge painting boat, and the picture is strange and amazing.

"Brother is angry?" Ying Zhuo's eyes were full of madness, he didn't understand where Xi Jianglan's anger came from, he only knew the inexplicable excitement, "For what? Is it because I want to make you a puppet, or because of " Three more snow"? "

Even if Xi Jianglan didn't make any expressions, his face with a three-point smile was as cold as ice, which was rare at this time, and his eyes seemed to be seductive when he smiled, and his eyes were like frost that never melted on the top of a cold mountain. Xiang Yingzhuo seemed to be looking at a dead object.

"You shouldn't have drawn her phase pattern." He said coldly.

When the word "pumping" was said, there seemed to be a sharp pain from the scar on the back of the neck.

Ying Zhuo has never seen Xi Jianglan like this, or everyone has never seen Xi Jianglan's chilling appearance. He seems to have been touched by the scales, restraining his murderous intent, and trembling all over his body .

Ying Zhuo smiled and said: "Among the thirteen states, awakening Xiangwen but no family to protect her is like carrying a jade. I smoked her Xiangwen but didn't take her life, and I gave Lingshi. You love me. Why are senior brothers so angry?"

As soon as the words fell, the pitch-black vine whip, like a swimming dragon, hissed and roared, breaking through the snow-white spider threads in front of it, and headed towards Ying Zhuomian door.

"boom--"

Sensing the merciless spiritual power on the rattan whip, Ying Zhuo's expression sank, and he suddenly raised his hand to release countless spider threads from the broken arm of his right hand, forcibly blocking the rattan whip.

"Brother, do you really want to kill me?"

Just for the sake of a little girl, he could use "Abandoned Immortal Bone" regardless of the consequences, even wanting his life.

When Mingming Yingzhuo frankly said that he was going to make him a puppet, he failed to make him angry.

Xi Jianglan seemed to be tired of talking to him too much, the cane whip was awe-inspiring, like a "Weaving under the Eaves" splitting the block with purple lightning.

Mingming Xi Jianglan didn't hold back at all, but Ying Zhuo didn't get angry, and even laughed.

"That's right." Ying Zhuo thought to himself.

His senior brother, whom he has admired for several years and cannot ask for, should be so reckless and ruthless—only such a person needs to be made into a puppet.

Snow-white spider threads, pitch-black rattan whips, and heavy snow all over the sky were randomly intertwined on the big painting boat. Xi Jianglan jumped on a twisting rattan whip, and rushed to Ying Zhuo in an instant as light as a swallow.

In three breaths, several moves have been fought.

He hadn't used his spiritual power for too many years, so it was a bit rusty at first.

Ying Zhuo also saw through this point, the spider silk all over his body burst open suddenly, like an intimate hug, "hissing" a few times, entangled Xi Jianglan in mid-air.

Xi Jianglan instantly turned into a silkworm chrysalis wrapped in white silk.

Ying Zhuo smiled.

Although Xi Jue was extremely talented six years ago, he was only in the realm of transforming gods after all, not to mention that he had lost all his cultivation and hadn't made any progress in these years.

Even if you use the "Abandoned Immortal Bone", you can't go beyond the limit of this body after all, and you can't even enter the Void Return Realm.

Ying Zhuo walked slowly to the tightly bound silkworm chrysalis, and moved his five fingers casually as if playing a piano, controlling the spider silk to penetrate into Xi Jianglan's meridian bit by bit.

But just as he moved his five fingers, they seemed to be frozen.

Ying Zhuo frowned slightly.

In an instant, without waiting for him to react, the rattan whip hanging on the ground "lived" again, and with a "snap" sound, it caught Ying Zhuo's neck unexpectedly.

Ying Zhuo was taken aback.

The silkworm chrysalis, which was wrapped in layers, erupted with purple spiritual power from inside, and it exploded like a sky crashing, causing ripples in the void.

The snow-white spider silk shattered into catkins, mixed with the heavy snow and fluttering in the air.

Xi Jianglan was standing in the spider silk snow in scarlet clothes, holding a rattan whip in his hand, and his pupils, which had become purple due to ingesting too many "abandoned fairy bones", were evil and seductive.

Killing intent and cultivation almost overlap and rise together.

Jindan, Nascent Soul, God Transformation Realm...

Ying Zhuo's pupils shrank.

The aura on Xi Jianglan's body went straight into the Void Realm, and he even faintly felt like he had hit the barrier of the Mahayana period.

Even with the "Discarded Immortal Bone", his cultivation would not exceed the limit of his meridians.

Is it...

"Ying Qiaoer." Xi Jianglan seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be confused, and said softly, "God, why do you treat living people as cold logs?"

Ying Zhuo was about to speak.

Xi Jianglan squeezed his fingers together, and the cane whip tightly tightened his neck like a living thing.

"Shh."

Xi Jianglan stretched out his slender fingers to his lips, with an elegant and dignified manner, and said softly, "Senior brother doesn't want to hear it."

As soon as the words fell, the cane whip was tightened suddenly like a sharp blade.

He only heard a crisp sound like a piece of wood snapping, Ying Zhuo turned his eyes upside down for a while, and there was a crisp sound of "dong dong" in his ears.

He didn't realize it until his sight became skewed and looking up...

——Xi Jianglan cut off his head with a rattan whip.

Because he had just been lying on the soft chair for a while, Xi Jianglan was now barefoot, with a bright red robe swaying the floor, stepping on the spider's silk and snow on the ground, and squatting down slightly to caress the skin with his cold fingertips. Ying Zhuo's face.

"Wood..." Xi Jianglan tilted his head expressionlessly, and said softly, "Where is your real body, I will kill you."

Even when he said "go kill you", his tone was still gentle like a whisper of love.

Not only is Ying Zhuo's right hand made of wood, but his entire body is made of imitated human flesh and blood. His neck has been neatly cut off, and even some red tree root juice overflowed from the clean and flat cut, as if bleeding.

Ying Zhuo's head was separated from his body, and the distracted spiritual power that maintained the forged heart was also dissipating.

He couldn't move at all, but he laughed maniacally.

"Senior brother, hahaha senior brother..." Ying Zhuo's eyes were full of tears, staring madly at Xi Jianglan's face, "Did you know that I was a wooden puppet before you did it, or after you did it?"

Xi Jianglan said softly: "Silly boy, of course it is before doing anything."

Looking into his cold and heartless eyes, Ying Zhuo suddenly felt cold all over his body.

This was the first and only time that he finally saw whether his brother who was full of lies was lying or not.

Ying Zhuo laughed louder, but tears fell down.

"boom--"

Outside the painting boat seemed to be sailing into the deep sea, the earth-shattering thunder suddenly hit, and the snow-white thunder split from the outside, pouring into the painting like a pile of snow.

Xi Jianglan's eyes were blank for a moment.

The black cat jumped out again, with a soul-fixing spell on its paws, and slapped Xi Jianglan on the face.

"Set the soul!"

Xi Jianglan's face was turned to one side when he was photographed, and a red mark of a cat's paw instantly appeared on his sickly white profile.

However, the slack pupils also focused.

The "Abandoned Immortal Bone" was still continuously feeding him with spiritual power, and Xi Jianglan was only aware of the familiar spiritual power outside for a moment.

Sheng Jiao, it's really here.

Xi Jianglan bit his lower lip, leaving a bloodstain on his pale lip. The pain kept him awake.

"Let's go—" the black cat didn't have time to scold Xi Jianglan, "Sheng Jiao must have come for Xi Qingfeng's picture pattern, let him check it! You run for your life first!"

Xi Jianglan's eyes were cold, and he stretched out his five fingers and moved them lightly.

He was judging his cultivation level at this time, and whether he could keep Sheng Jiao's life here if he put all his eggs in one basket.

At this moment, Ying Zhuo, who had been weeping quietly all this time, suddenly said, "Senior brother, the other pictures of Xi's family are in the attic of the painting boat."

Xi Jianglan was interrupted and looked down at him.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother." Ying Zhuo called him a few more times in a daze, and murmured, "I'm in Zhongzhou——if you want to know who the culprit who slaughtered Xi's family was, come to me."

Xi Jianglan looked at him for a long time, and finally smiled: "Okay."

He casually stroked Ying Zhuo's still warm face with his fingertips, and his lips curled up: "...as long as Sheng Jiao dies."

"I will kill him." Ying Zhuo's tear-filled eyes were once again tinged with blaze and madness, "I will kill him for the brother."

Obviously he was the one who threatened Xi Jianglan to come to Zhongzhou, but it was Xi Jianglan who put forward the conditions in the end.

After receiving these words, Xi Jiang stood up in a daze, and ignored Ying Zhuo who had desperately promised him, and opened his palm to take a handful of cold snowflakes.

I don't know how to separate the "Three Geng Snow" that merged with the painting boat.

Xi Jianglan touched the cat's paw print on his face, and felt that the restriction of Huafang could last a little longer, so he walked towards the attic of Huafang that Ying Zhuo said.

Sure enough, as the black cat said, the whole painting boat is full of the breath of "three more snow".

The black cat jumped onto his shoulder, nervous and terrified of the coming Sheng Jiao: "What are you doing again?!"

Xi Jianglan didn't answer.

Walking to the attic of the painting boat, looking around, all the wooden walls are full of trick paintings.

Xi Jianglan walked over, gently stroking with his fingers the slightly squirming picture that seemed to be still alive, his purple eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The black cat was very anxious: "Can you go away? People from the Xiezhi sect are about to fight!"

Sheng Jiao of Xiezhizong is indeed about to fight.

Tianyanzhu drove the sky thunder to smash the "turtle king's eight shells" one by one on the painting boat one by one. It was not until he vaguely heard the sound in the painting boat that Sheng Jiao silenced the deafening thunder with a blank expression.

The silent thunder struck down one after another, and finally completely broke all the restrictions.

Sheng Jiao didn't even pause, and quickly entered the painting boat.

He just took a hasty glance and frowned.

The entire painting boat was full of traces of hand-to-hand combat, snowflakes and spider threads scattered all over the ground, in a mess, and in the middle lay a body with its head and head separated.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Ying Zhuo.

Sheng Jiao's face darkened.

Has Xi Jue regained his spiritual power?

Seeing Sheng Jiao approaching, Ying Zhuo, whose face was almost half soaked in tears, suddenly said bitterly, "Sheng Jiao!"

Sheng Jiao looked at him coldly.

Even if the distracted head was cut off by Xi Jianglan, Ying Zhuo was still ruthless, but he was even more greedy for Xi Jianglan. When he saw Sheng Jiao, he remembered what Xi Jianglan said, "playing with each other, making fun of fish and water" , Eyes full of water marks are almost mad with jealousy.

Thinking of Xi Jianglan's tussle with this person, Ying Zhuo wished he could rush over from Zhongzhou at this moment and crush him.

Sheng Jiao looked at him in disgust, and before he could say anything uncomfortable, Tianlei was called directly.

A silent thunder fell, splitting Ying Zhuo's wooden body into fine powder.

That distraction was also crushed, and the body far away in Zhongzhou was severely injured, and he vomited blood.

There seemed to be a sound coming from the top of the painting boat.

Sheng Jiao stepped forward quickly, and without knowing what to think on the way, he put on the "hard stubble" camouflage skin again, and even shook his hand violently, throwing the Tianyan Pearl that had been wrapped around his wrist straight out of the boat.

——Sheng Jiao's unique aura of spiritual power was completely covered up.

Only then did Sheng Jiao enter the top of the boat.

Xi Jianglan didn't run away, and was standing in front of a pile of phase prints with his back facing him, with his head slightly raised, his messy jet-black hair blended with his scarlet clothes, hanging down on the ground, coiled up a few times .

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xi Jianglan's face remained unchanged, and he tilted his head indifferently to look at it.

Just glanced over, he froze for a while.

Isn't it Sheng Jiao who came here? Why is it the stubborn stubble of Xiezhizong?

Xi Jianglan looked at "Hard Stubble" calmly, and the spiritual power of the "Abandoned Immortal Bone" in his body was still full, allowing him to perceive this person's spiritual power without a trace.

Indeed... It's not like Sheng Jiao.

And there is no breath of Tianyanzhu.

Sheng Jiao and Tianyan Pearl never parted, even if they tried to cover up the beads, it was impossible for them to have no breath.

Xi Jianglan and Sheng Jiao looked at each other for a while, then suddenly laughed, his red lips seemed to be wiped with blood, and said softly: "My lord, it's true that we never meet in life, we meet again."

When he called "Master", he had that lazy tone of provocativeness all the time, as if he was just a hallucination with a deadpan face and murderous intent.

Sheng Jiao sized him up and frowned, ""Abandoned fairy bone"? "

Xi Jianglan smiled with his eyes bent: "Your Excellency also knows such good things as "abandoned fairy bones"? "

Sheng Jiao's eyes fell on Xi Jianglan's hand hanging aside.

The blood-stained hand was trembling slightly.

Just looking closely, one can find that not only his hands, but also Xi Jianglan's entire body began to tremble, as if he had finally stretched to the limit, and a trace of blood began to spill from the corners of his lips.

Sheng Jiao's empty pupils narrowed for a moment.

He was about to step forward to arrest someone, but saw Xi Jianglan, who seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, spit out a mouthful of blood unexpectedly, his body was like a butterfly with broken wings, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Sheng Jiao held his breath, and his figure was like a flash of thunder, and he came to Xi Jianglan in a flash, and supported him.

Xi Jianglan leaned against his arms in a frail figure, as if he was in severe pain, his whole body curled up into a small ball.

He tightly covered his lips with both hands, as if thinking that this would stop the bleeding, but ferocious bloodstains continued to overflow from between his fingers, and his beautiful face turned pale in an instant, and even death was faintly visible.

"Cough cough!"

Sheng Jiao felt his thin and cold body leaning against her and spit blood continuously, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

The expressionless "hard stubble" in front of the meeting stretched out his hand as if wanting to imbue him with spiritual power out of mercy, Xi Jianglan shook his head dying, and tremblingly pressed Sheng Jiao's hand clasped on his wrist forcibly.

"My lord..." Xi Jiang spoke intermittently, and his eyes gradually began to fade, "Is Sheng Jiao here? I, want to see him."

Sheng Jiao was taken aback.

Xi Jianglan looked at him absent-mindedly, his beautiful pupils were like dry wells that were about to dry up, and two lines of hot tears slipped down from the ends of his eyes.

"Sheng Jiao." Xi Jianglan murmured with a crying sound that he didn't even notice, as if begging, "I don't blame him..."

Sheng Jiao's hand shook.

Probably because he used too much "Abandoned Immortal Bone", Xi Jianglan's sanity was almost shattered, for a moment he almost forgot where he was, stared at Sheng Jiao in bewilderment, and slowly raised his hand to hug him.

"Sheng Jiao..."

But he was too weak and had no strength at all. As soon as he raised his hand, it dropped and fell heavily to the ground.

Xi Jianglan opened his lips as if returning to the light, as if he wanted to say something.

Sheng Jiao leaned down to listen.

Xi Jianglan gathered up some strength again, roared a little too much, barely hooked his neck, leaned into his ear and whispered: "I..."

The voice was weak and buzzing, as if he had exhausted all his strength to utter a word or two when he was dying.

Sheng Jiao remained expressionless, allowing him to grab his shoulders and catch his hot breath.

Where Sheng Jiao couldn't see, Xi Jianglan's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed cold cruelty, and a mass of purple spiritual power quietly emerged from the hand against Sheng Jiao's neck.

The "Abandoned Immortal Bone" filled all the meridians, and hit the neck of the person in front of him from his palm like a broken bamboo.

"Whoo-"

Xi Jianglan used [-]% of his strength for this blow, even if this person's spiritual power is overwhelming, he will not even think about surviving.

Regardless of whether this person is Sheng Jiao or not, he must first get rid of himself before he can escape.

Xi Jianglan's dying face was full of indifference, spiritual power and the purple streamer in his eyes flashed suddenly, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

It's just that when he was about to succeed, a hand suddenly clasped the wrist brimming with spiritual power without warning, twisted it slightly, and Xi Jianglan let out a "hiss" in pain.

Xi Jianglan looked at it in astonishment.

Sheng Jiao clasped his hand coldly and forcibly pulled him out of his arms.

"You still want to kill me?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Seen through again? !

Xi Jianglan was about to be completely crushed by this "hard stubble".

Why do I seem to have nowhere to hide all my tricks in the eyes of this person? !

Is this person a human or a ghost? !

All the pretense and lies were exposed, and Xi Jianglan didn't know what the word embarrassment was, so he just kept on doing it without blinking, and knocked out the power of the palm of his hand without blinking.

Even if you can't kill him, you can still make money if you hurt him!

Sheng Jiao didn't expect that Xi Jianglan would dare to make a move at this point, but he lost his mind for a moment, and the purple spiritual power was already coming towards him.

"boom"!

Sheng Jiao was half a beat slow to block the ruthless spirit power, but Xi Jianglan was too cruel, and he moved his hand as if to kill him, and the spirit power directly burst out and landed on Sheng Jiao. face.

"Zizi" twice.

The purple spiritual power is like water in hot oil.

Waves of boiling water suddenly appeared on Sheng Jiao's face, like a flame burning snow-white paper, the thin cover-up was forcibly broken, and the disguise faded away little by little.

Xi Jianglan was secretly thinking about how to escape the injured man, his eyes wandered around, when he heard a strange voice at first, he turned his head in doubt, and suddenly froze.

Xi Jianglan is best at the two techniques of concealment and skin disguise, so he is naturally more aware of the reaction after the concealment is broken.

The camouflage dissipated slightly with the circle of water waves, revealing the real face under the fake skin.

His face was cold and handsome, like the howling wind on the top of a snow-capped mountain, the harshness was daunting.

——It's Sheng Jiao.

Xi Jianglan was completely stunned.