final catastrophe

Chapter 292 115. Poison

Yun Mo's body is covered with poison, with poisonous hands and palms and a poisonous whip. Around his waist are all ingenious hidden weapons. The hidden weapons of Shengong Building cooperate with his poison.

Paralyzing, deadly, colorless and odorless, fierce as fire, throat blocked by blood, nose choking, etc.
Toxins of various colors, combined with hidden weapons, and a poisonous whip with an extremely long attack range.

And several masters with extremely strong internal skills also stood silently at the four corners of the high platform, using their internal forces to cooperate with the Shengong Building mechanism to form an invisible air film, making it impossible for these toxins to spread out.

In Taichung, however, the war has already begun.

Circles of emerald green ripples, either exploded and spread out like a chain of emerald beads, or like a wind blowing across a green lake, a red snake spat out letters, white paint peeled off, blue stars, all kinds of poison kneaded together, a wave Bo swept forward, just looking at it made people dizzy, his stomach was stirred like a knife, and he wanted to bow his head and vomit.

Yun Mo was also bare-boned, and when he came on stage, he didn't even perform basic etiquette such as clasping fists, and directly used all kinds of hidden weapons and toxins on his body, all at once.

After using it up, he used his agility to run quickly on the edge of the platform and harass him with a long whip.

He had made up his mind, and immediately jumped off the stage to admit defeat when he saw that the situation was not good.

The moment the whip was almost drawn out, the long whip was cut off by Xia Ji with a single stroke.

Yun Mo didn't make any follow-up resistance, and immediately conceded defeat without the slightest hesitation.

The former owner of Yunhui also knew his mission: poisoning in an open and aboveboard manner.

If it was a real battle, he was afraid that on the day when he couldn't even stand up for a round in front of the Wudang head teacher, even the "sword out of an inch" sword intent would have frightened him out of courage.

But at this time, the emperor appointed him, and he could go if he didn't.

But after all, he is also a vicious mastermind, knowing the deep meaning of the emperor.

Xia Ji fought with Zhao Zilong and Yang Mian, his whole body was full of energy and blood, it was the best time to poison him.

Even if the toxin enters the body, even if his skills are supernatural, it will be useless.

No matter how bad it is, it will greatly weaken him.

So. In the short battle just now, Yun Mo used a total of 780 three kinds of poisons, hidden poisons in various poisons, and mixed poisons.
Even the non-toxic "sleep without worry" and "a moment of spring night" are all used.

Different from the battle between the other two, this Yun Mo's approach made all the heroes in the world look extremely contemptuous.

Shang Huang didn't take it seriously, he applauded: "Xia Qing is worthy of being a legend, losing three people in a row, admiration! Can you still fight?"

Although his voice was still steady and gloomy, there was a hint of excitement and gloating in it.

If you say you need a break, that's the end of the matter.

In the future, it will become the laughing stock of this "No. [-] in the world".

How are history books recorded?

Datian Dao is arrogant, claiming to be "No. [-] in the world", and wants to follow the example of King Shenwu, passing five stages and beheading six generals, but Shang Huang only ordered three generals, so he reasoned that "the strength is not enough".
How ironic.

There was joy in Emperor Shang's eyes.

It seems to be able to overwhelm this man, which makes him very happy.

However, Xia Ji, who was still in the colorful mist, was a little embarrassed.

He likes toxins and the like.

The variety of highly poisonous here is like picking hundreds of vegetables, and then stirring them with sauce, fresh and appetizing.

But he can't breathe
It's a pity.

It seems that although these mortals are not good at skills, whether it is cooking or poison matching, they are quite interesting.

not bad.

He nodded secretly.

Tomorrow, find an opportunity to let Ai Li and the others take this Yunmo back and let him study toxins every day. If he loses his appetite in the future, he can make a mixture of thousands of toxins and feed them to himself.

In this way, it can also fill the hunger when there is no poisonous catastrophe to eat.

As he thought about it, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

I need to support the "poison forces" in this continent, and then go to Blood Grape Manor, Burning Villa, Slaughtering Alley, or Xixi's Mirror Screen World to see if there are any legendary skills in this area.

At that time, two copies will be released.

If Shang Huang knew that the Yun Mo he sent at this moment had actually given Xia Ji a more pleasant experience, and was about to make a huge contribution to the "Technology Tree" of "Toxin", he didn't know how he would feel.

At this time, he was rather complacent, looked around and said: "Xia Qing has done a very good job, after all, this toxin is a little careless, it is really hard for someone to come, let Xia Qing be carried down."

"Yes!" said the two tiger guards.

At this time, in the colorful mist, the figure of the white-robed head teacher became blurred.

Although Shang Huang's method is extremely despicable.

However, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

Since you are standing on that stage, how can you be absolutely fair?
No one thought that after several battles, Xia Ji, who was deeply involved in countless poisons, could continue to fight.

Perhaps it will take a long time to restore strength.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Zilong, who had already returned to his seat, frowned slightly. An inexplicable breath rose in his chest, which began to rise and fall despite being suppressed, but the corner of his clothes was pulled a little.

He turned around, only to see Laojun's cynical face.

"One?" Jun Mowang raised his glass with a smile.

Zhao Zilong shook his head coldly.

In a head-to-head fight, even if he defeated that man in a wheel battle, he could barely accept it.

But when it boils its qi and blood, use poison.

What a villain did!
"Come one." Jun Mowang restrained his smile.

Only then did Zhao Zilong realize that this prodigal man was reminding him not to be impulsive, not to show his anger or joy, otherwise, if he falls into the eyes of someone with a heart, he may be in great trouble.

"Okay." Zhao Zilong raised his glass casually and touched it lightly.

The wine entered the throat, but it was bitter and tasteless.

On the other side, Yang Mian, who had just fought against Xia Ji, was also expressionless. He tapped his fingers on the table, and his original disdain for Xia Ji was suddenly overturned at this moment.

He is a man of temperament, he is a friend when he sees you happy, and he can tell you when he is unhappy.

At this time, seeing this situation, he felt uncomfortable, and at least he needed to get up, lift the man down, and then detoxify and heal him.

Here, he has no allies.

As for how he would be viewed by the emperor, he couldn't control it.

But the next moment.

In the colorful mist, came the indifferent and usual voice, "Please order, Your Majesty!"

In the haze, there was a sound of a knife, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, thinning the colorful smoke slightly, at least showing his figure.

The No. 1 Datian Dao in the legend of Longzangzhou seems to be a little unstable at this time. He presses the handle with his right palm, with a smear of determination on his lips, and his complexion is a little pale.

Obviously, these rounds of attacks and vicious schemes did cause him some injuries.

The audience was silent.

He hasn't fallen yet?
What kind of will is still making him persist?
"Please order the emperor." Xia Ji said indifferently again, and then seemed to be unable to suppress, and coughed lightly.

A gloomy light flashed in Shang Huang's eyes, since you want to die, it will save me a lot of effort.

He raised his head, as if trying to overwhelm the man.

It turned out that even at this time... Even if the man's face was pale and crumbling, he still couldn't overwhelm him in terms of momentum.

Standing there, he is the center of the whole world.

It was born this way and cannot be changed!
(End of this chapter)