Mortal Bones

"call……"

Xiahou Qingyuan crawled out from the pile of rubble, dusted himself off, exhaled a long breath, pulled up a chair and sat on it, then put the Xinhuo Sword in his hand on the ground beside him. After inserting it, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Yezhu coldly and said:

"If you just want to consume me to death, then your calculations are wrong."

After saying this, there was only a "boom" sound, Xiahou Qingyuan inserted the fire sword aside, and a layer of flames appeared again.

The fire is never extinguished.

"Then give it a try."

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

"bass!……"

Amidst the sound of the sword, Li Yezhu's sword slashed straight towards Xiahou Qingyuan's neck.

At this speed of movement and sword release, the simpler the sword is, the more powerful it will be.

"boom!"

The moment Li Yezhu's blade was about to strike Xiahou Qingyuan's neck, Xiahou Qingyuan's entire body turned into a ball of blazing flames and disappeared under Li Yezhu's blade.

"Uh-huh!"

At the same time, the blazing flames merged with the Xinhuo sword that was already pointed at Li Yezhu at the moment when Li Yezhu's blade was slashed, and the last sword stabbed toward his chest.

Just at the moment when the Xinhuo Sword was about to pierce his chest, a crack appeared out of thin air in front of Li Yezhu, and a hand holding a knife poked out from the crack, slashing at the piercing Xinhuo. sword.

"boom!--"

With an ear-splitting collision sound, Li Yezhu's black sword energy and Xiahou Qingyuan's burning flames suddenly exploded.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Before the exploding sword energy and fuel fire dissipated, Li Yezhu's sword and Xiahou Qingyuan's sword collided several times in succession.

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

"Well!……"

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

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang" sound, and Xiahou Qingyuan's body fell heavily from the air to the ground.

"It seems that those who carried your fire and were still resisting were found by the yellow dog."

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

The reason why he said this is because according to his understanding of the original power of the Yellow Dog Demon Seed, after finding all the people hiding cats with him, the Yellow Dog will then start to eat them bit by bit, until they are all eaten. There is only one wandering soul left without his own spiritual thoughts.

At this time, because Xiahou Qingyuan was connected to their fire, the pain he endured naturally increased tenfold and a hundredfold.

"Brother Xiahou, what's going on? Can you still bear it?"

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

Although he knew very well that the pain Xiahou Qingyuan was experiencing at this moment would be enough to break the Taoist heart of an ordinary monk.

"But he is Xiahou Qingyuan, a descendant of the Xiahou family and the proud disciple of the master of the Three Emperors Dao Palace. He is born different from ordinary monks."

Li Yezhu murmured in a low voice with an indifferent expression as he slowly approached Xiahou Qingyuan.

When there was only two or three feet between him and Xiahou Qingyuan, he suddenly stopped.

"boom!……"

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

"As long as a drop of essence and blood is left in the person who inherits the true meaning of the fire, he cannot be killed unless the true meaning of the fire is taken away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yezhu gently raised his hand and let the spider-like blood lines all over his body shoot towards Xiahou Qingyuan.

From the beginning, Li Yezhu never thought of killing Xiahou Qingyuan. From the beginning to the end, all he wanted was the true meaning of Xinhuo in Xiahou Qingyuan.

Because, after his original demon power broke through to the third level, his ability was based on the "suspended puppet" and added the ability of "stealing the sky and changing the sun."

The most terrifying thing about this power of stealing the sky and changing the sun is that it can steal the other party's true meaning.

"Um?"

But at the moment when the puppet spider thread was about to insert into Xiahou Qingyuan's body, Li Yezhu let out a startled sound, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the hundreds of puppet threads and freeze them in place.

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

"As expected of the youngest of the Ten Demon Generals in Jiuyuan."

At this time, Xiahou Qingyuan, who had been kneeling on the ground and 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."

As Xiahou Qingyuan spoke, he slowly stood up while supporting the ground.

"Zheng!..."

The fairy sword Xinhuo that originally fell aside now flew back to him.

"Your Xiahou clan ancestors have the bloodline of the divine beast Bifang, so the ancient aura of destruction that just emitted from your body should be the divine will of the divine bird Bifang, right?"

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

"Even I have inherited Bi Fang's divine will from the Xiahou clan. It seems that your Jiuyuan's hand has reached out to our Xiahou clan."

Xiahou Qingyuan reached out and grabbed the fairy sword Xinhuo, frowning and looking at the evil Li Yezhu.

"Both each other." Li Yezhu slowly drew his sword and looked at it with pride, "Don't you also know that the power of my original demon species has broken through the third level?"

"Hey……"

Xiahou Qingyuan grinned, then raised his Fire Sword, his eyes flashing with madness and said:

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

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

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

"You said it's just 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 fearful thing on the battlefield is the fighting spirit. When facing a single human monk off the battlefield, the most fearful thing is the divine will.

It's just that the existence of divine will is like the alien bones of gods and humans. Only a very small number of children of aristocratic families with the bloodline of divine beasts can awaken the inheritance.

"Each other."

Xiahou Qingyuan raised the corners of his mouth, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and colorful brilliance began to flow around him.

"Aren't you also forcing me to use this divine will in my body?"

Xiahou Qingyuan pointed his sword at Li Yezhu and said.

Both of them were aware of each other's intentions.

"In that case, let's make a bet, whether you will destroy the power of my original demon seed, or I will swallow your true meaning first."

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

Although Xiahou Qingyuan's aura is much weaker than that of Li Yezhu even if he mobilizes all the power of Qi, blood and true energy due to the connection between fire and fire, the colorful halo that circulates around him becomes more and more dazzling. , the entire lobby of the tea house began to be filled with a terrifying murderous intention that had an ancient feel.

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

Who wins and who loses can only rely on gambling.

For a moment, the entire lobby was filled with deathly silence.

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

"Pap, tap, tap!..."

Just when the momentum and murderous intent of the two people were about to reach their peak, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and hoarse voice was heard, shouting nervously:

"Li Yezhu, Li Yezhu!"

"Li Yezhu, where are you?"

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

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

Even without seeing with his eyes or sensing with his soul, he had already heard the identity of this person——

"Yellow dog."

However, he and Xiahou Qingyuan had already "drawn their swords and raised their crossbows" and could not tolerate the slightest distraction from him, so even if they knew that the yellow dog was in trouble, they could only pretend that they had not seen it.

The same goes for Xiahou Qingyuan on the opposite side.

He even had some suspicion that this was Xiahou Qingyuan's plan to disturb his mind, so he also stared at Xiahou Qingyuan without blinking.

"boom!"

And at this moment, accompanied by a huge explosion of air, a raging torrent of fighting spirit fell from the sky and suddenly washed over the two of them.