Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 121 Wriggling Flesh

He hasn't mastered the ability of indestructible diamond and invulnerable to a hundred poisons. If he scratches his skin a little and gets some strange poisons, it will be a lot of fun.

"Eat a certain whip!"

Hearing a yell, Feng Buxie moved "thorny" with his arm, and swept it towards Yang Guo's cheek.

Yang Guo's expression was calm, he leaned back slightly, the thorn of the iron meteor brushed past Yang Guo's chin, and hit an empty space.

tread--

With Yang Guo's sudden exertion, he wanted to attack Feng Buxie two feet in front of him, restraining his soft weapons.

"Wow--" There was a strange sound, the iron meteor was pulled by Feng Buxie, and it hit the back of Yang Guo's head, and the whole whip wanted to wrap Yang Guo around.

The small blades smeared with poison were getting closer, Yang Guo used "Jade Girl Throwing a Shuttle", lowered his body, slid back and slid close to the ground to avoid it.

Then with the spirit of control, he took some pebbles into his palm and flicked them with his fingers.

whoosh-

whoosh-

whoosh...

The sound of breaking through the air kept ringing, Feng Buxie hurriedly turned the "thorny", and used a "coiled dragon around the pillar" to block the stones.

The sound of ping-pong is endless.

As soon as Feng Buxie breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Guo slapped a "heart-destroying palm" in the air.

The "heart-destroying palm" condensed by the true energy is like a ray of breeze blowing on the face, soft and gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Feng Buxie was startled again, he didn't dare to resist, and used "Dragon's Eight Steps", like an earth dragon crossing a mountain, dodging in an instant.

Although he can also get his true energy out of the body, making the emitted true energy condense and not dissipate, but this is just a simple method of transferring the true energy.

It is not the subtle luck methods such as "Destructing Heart Palm", "Flame Knife", and "Yiyang Finger".

"Heart Destroying Palm" missed, Yang Guo didn't care, after all Feng Buxie is not a dead thing, if he can't dodge within a distance of ten feet, he is really a fool.

Lifting his head and glancing at the quiet moon, Yang Guo turned his eyes around and photographed a branch on the small lake.

The internal force flowed into it, causing the branch to tremble wildly, nearly cracking and turning into ashes.

Yang Guo shook his head helplessly, withdrew some internal energy, turned his wrist over, and picked out a sword flower with a branch.

hum-

The branches trembled slightly, and the various sword techniques were like wind and rain, thunder and lightning, dense and dense, making people overwhelmed and dazzled.

Yang Guo's moves suddenly became so violent, Feng Buxie suddenly felt pressure doubled, and he didn't dare to look down on him anymore.

'This Yang Guo is only [-] or [-] years old, just using this piece of dead wood, I can't stand it, if I use the strange sword from that day, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass ten moves, it's really scary. '

Of course Yang Guo couldn't hear Feng Buxie's inner voice, if he knew, he would probably laugh out loud.

Yang Guo, who used the epee to press down on people, as long as someone whose strength is not as strong as his, if he receives a move forcefully, he will end up the same as Xue Feng who was hit by the move and suffered internal injuries.

time flies.

The two have gone through nearly a hundred moves.

Feng Buxie fell into the downwind, and there were many dangers, leaving a few wounds from time to time, and he already wanted to retreat in his heart.

But Yang Guo seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.

Whenever Feng Buxie felt that he could escape, he was either stopped by a suction force, or was hit by a stone in his acupoint, missing the opportunity.

In this case.

Feng Buxie also became more and more crazy, hidden weapons, poisonous insects, and poisonous powder were thrown out from time to time, which made Yang Guo sometimes need to defend.

"Whoosh~"

Feng Buxie was panting heavily, his eyes were flushed, and he was beginning to exhaust himself.

On the other hand, Yang Guo still looked calm and composed, as if the fight just now was just for him to eat and drink tea.

This is also the benefit of the Nine Yin Scriptures and the Jade Heart Sutra.

These two internal skills are both Taoist martial arts. Although they are not powerful, they have a very obvious advantage, that is, the breath is long.

In a battle of this level, Yang Guo would fight for three to five hours without feeling exhausted or lacking in internal energy.

Dangerously dodging the "sword to seal the throat", Feng Buxie strode back, stretched out his palm, and shouted: "Wait a minute... Huhu..."

Yang Guo's movements paused slightly, the cobblestone caught between his fingers didn't move, he breathed out a frightening energy.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?"

Yang Guo's phoenix eyes were half closed, he raised his eyebrows, with a hint of mockery.

After panting for a while and regaining some calmness, Feng Buxie said:

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat, Yang Shaoxia let me go, I, Feng Buxie, swear by the great ancestor god, that I will never come to Zhongnan Mountain to disturb Yang Shaoxia for the rest of my life."

Hearing him swear by the Great Ancestor God, Yang Guo was a little surprised,

The great ancestor god of the Miao nationality is the Lord of War, that is, Chi You, the ancestor of the Miao nationality, and also the belief and god in the hearts of the Miao people.

Generally speaking, if the Miao people swear by Chi You, they will not break the oath.

but……

What does this have to do with Yang Guo, he just wants to kill Feng Buxie now.

"Well... I don't think you are a good person, so... please die!"

call out--

The pebble shot out from between the fingers, causing a momentary sonic boom.

Feng Buxie was startled, and hastily pulled the "thorny" guard in front of him.

Snapped--

Crisp and fried ears.

The pebbles cracked, and Feng Buxie's metacarpal bones ached from the strong force, and he let go of the weapon.

Feng Buxie didn't know that Yang Guo was determined to kill himself, and the anger accumulated in his heart rushed straight to his forehead.

"Yang Guo, if you don't let me live, you don't want to live either!!"

With a loud shout, Feng Buxie blushed, took out a jade box from his bosom, and took out a piece of bloody, wriggling flesh and blood inside.

Holding the piece of living flesh, Feng Buxie trembled, staring at Yang Guo with bloodshot eyes, and shouted loudly: "I'll ask you again, will you let me live!"

call out--

The pebbles shot at Feng Buxie's hand holding the flesh and blood.

A black shadow sprang out of Feng Buxie's arms, blocking the stone.

puff-

A splash of colorless blood burst into Feng Buxie's face.

Gently sniffing the fishy smell from the tip of his nose, Feng Buxie's eyes cracked open, "I want you to die!!! Yang Guo, I want you to die!!!"

The centipede was dead but not stiff, even if it was shot by Yang Guo, it was not completely dead, it kept twitching.

"Noisy!"

With a cold shout, Yang Guo bullied him and wanted to kill him.

Ton--

Swallowing the bloody, wriggling flesh in one gulp, Feng Buxie wailed in pain, knelt down on the ground, and kept scratching his throat.

Seeing his condition, Yang Guo didn't hesitate to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

hum-

The one-inch-long sword light spit out from the branch, piercing towards Feng Buxie Tianling Gai.

puff-

The branches pierced through flesh and blood, but Yang Guo frowned.

Tick, tick, tick...

Blood dripped, and a stench like a dead fish rippling in the night wind.

Feng Buxie raised his head, his pupils were scarlet, he withdrew his pierced palm, put it on his lips, and licked it with his bright red tongue.

"Um……"

Seeing his abnormal behavior, Yang Guo swept over with another branch with the purpose of probing.

Feng Buxie casually grabbed the centipede on the ground, retreated to dodge it, and began to eat it with his head down.

"Crack, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."

There was an eerie noise in the middle of the night.

Yang Guo was tall and tall, and the true energy in his palm was flowing, and he slapped out a "heart-destroying palm".

Feng Buxie seemed to be immersed in the environment of gnawing on the centipede, he didn't dodge or dodge, got hit, and was beaten and rolled on the ground a few times.

"Crack, clap, clap..."

Seeing that he looked like a normal person, Yang Guo's sword-like brows revealed sharpness, feeling more interesting than before.

"It seems...does it mean to start the second round?"

(End of this chapter)