Unbeatable Evil King

"The way to eat honey is to drink from the dew."

The weasel murmured, and his face became ferocious again: "all this is the fault of the Jin family. I don't accept it. Why should we practice hard and need your human recognition? I don't accept it! This world is unfair, and the way I yearn for is unfair. Since you can't use it for me, I will eat your soul and encourage my cultivation. "

The monster's eyes are red with blood. Seeing that ye Wuxiang can't be used for it, it wants to break it one by one. First kill ye Wuque, cut off the opponent's first world war power, and then kill two people outside.

After all, the power of poetry, painting, bamboo and stone exists. It's hard for monsters to kill Li Chengye and Zhao siliang. They can only kill one after another.

"Since you are stubborn, I'm not polite."

Ye Wuqi's eyes were sharp, and he opened his posture. The fierce force in his body broke out, which stimulated the whole body's blood, and he would fight with his fist.

He used tiger boxing in Wuqinxi, moving like a fierce tiger down the mountain, as fast as the wind and as fast as the forest.

The tiger is very lifelike in shape, and its thick martial arts disciples stimulate Qi and blood. It even condenses a strong force of martial arts and a fierce tiger of Qi and blood, bowing and roaring.

The tiger is the king of beasts. To conquer the weasel monster with tiger shape naturally complements each other. When the tiger king is angry, all animals are afraid.

Although the weasel has become a demon, it has never lost its nature. When the tiger is roaring, it gives birth to instinctive fear and hesitates.

Ye Wuxiang's fist is like a mountain, and the momentum is strong. The strong wind stirs up layers of strong wind, stirs up the thick fog of resentment, and several voices burst out.

As soon as the hunter pounced, he was as quick as electricity, as if he wanted to break the skull of the weasel to maintain his dignity.

The weasel resented the spirit of a startled, hurried to avoid, suddenly thought of what, blood eyes full of shame and anger.

It shrieked, thick fog gathered, the whole body against the wind to see up, a slap on the tiger was sent out several meters away. A catch, strong tiger half of the body will be torn down, seriously injured.

Ye Wuqi was shocked. The monster was indeed a fierce creature who had lived for more than 200 years. After he became a resentful spirit, he became more and more powerful. The fierce tiger condensed from his boxing Qi and blood was about to break up.

He has not come to make a quick response, the weasel on a paw to step on the tiger under, all of a sudden seize out.

After all, this Wuqinxi is just a set of forging body boxing. Its attack power is very limited. If he can't make contributions, there will be no accident. He only uses this set of boxing to test.

"Monster, don't be wild."

Ye Wuque snorted coldly. His fists burst into a drum, and the explosive force broke out. One fist shook his Qi and blood and threw himself at the monster.

The monster is attacked by Ye Wuque fiercely, kicking and yelling. Ye Wuqi has a kind of feeling of punching on the cotton ball, which is not stressed and very uncomfortable.

The monster is the soul body. Physical attack is almost useless. Ye Wuqian can only hurt the monster with his masculine Qi and blood.

The monster also knows this well, it is to leaf Wu lack of the whole body of the full of blood forced to retreat, dare not contact. As soon as the claws reach the area covered by the Qi and blood protective body cover, they make a "hissing" sound, like a charcoal fire falling into the snow, with a thick layer of vapor.

It's claws on the resentment will quickly dissipate, revealing deep visible bone injuries.

"Well? I can feel elder brother Ye's breath. The mist of resentment is rolling so violently. It seems that brother ye and the monster inside have been handed over. Brother Ye is really powerful. When he gets into the fog of resentment, he can still keep his original mind and not be confused at all. "

Zhao siliang was overjoyed that the poetry and painting in bamboo and stone could not last long. If the power of poetry and painting disappeared, it would be more and more difficult to deal with the evil spirit.

His talent was turbulent, and his words were continuous. He used his poetry and painting power to surround the evil spirits and help Ye Wuqian.

Although the scope covered by the poetry and painting of "bamboo and stone" is surrounded by a thick fog of resentment entangled by monsters, Zhao siliang can feel a little information, and helping ye wumi is not a problem.

However, to his surprise, ye Wuqian, a young martial arts practitioner, was very strong. He forced the monster to retreat, and his resentment was thick, and he was invincible.

"Niubi, you are ready to seal the demon rune. We will try our best to create opportunities for you. We will find opportunities to seal the monster later." Zhao siliang ordered.

"You don't have to tell me, I know."

Li Chengye said that he recited the Taoist Scripture of exorcising demons and demons. This time, he used his magic power and mantra, and the power of the true words was more than doubled.

The holy words of Confucianism and the scriptures of Taoism combined into a torrent of resentment, which quickly broke down the evil spirit and dispelled it. Like digging a mine hole, the two men worked together to dig a channel for directly attacking the monster.

"Ah? How about Miss Qu? Where's Miss Qu? "

Li Chengye inadvertently glanced at Zhao siliang, and suddenly turned pale. The real mantra scriptures in his mouth stopped.

The two of them tried their best to deal with the monster, but they didn't notice that Qu baiqiu had disappeared, leaving only the comatose Jin Sheng lying there.Zhao siliang looked back, and his face changed greatly: "bad, Miss Qu must be afraid that brother Ye is in trouble, and has broken into the fog of resentment. What can I do? "

In the middle of the fog, Wuxiang and the monster are fighting each other. Ye Wuqian gradually mastered the method of integrating his own blood into the martial arts moves, so that a part of his fist power can also hurt the demons through his own blood and strength.

The more smoothly he was in the Vietnam War, the more powerful the Vietnam War was. When the fist comes to the body, the force of fist breaks out. Every time the monster roars, a large area of resentment around the body is evaporated and peeled off, and the resentment fog gradually becomes weaker and weaker.

If you go on like this, the resentment fog will dissipate sooner or later, revealing a little true spirit of the demon's resentment spirit. At that time, the evil spirit will only end up in ambush.

"It's over, weasel. If you're willing to go astray and repent, stop and give me back my friend's spirit. That's all. I can plead with the Taoist disciple for you, and let him help you to eliminate the accumulated resentment in your heart, so as to surpass you. "

Ye Wuqian still has a little sympathy in his heart. He doesn't want to be completely disillusioned with the resentment of the yellow tiger and wolf. He is completely killed and killed. After all, he is also very poor.

"Jie Jie If it wasn't for the Confucianist's boundary that trapped me, and the Confucian holy words and Taoist Scriptures suppressed my power, would I have been forced to do so by your younger generation? You want me to let go of the Jin family. It's impossible. I'd rather put out the dust than let the Kim family go. I want them to die. "

The yellow tiger wolf roared wildly. The resentment in his voice made Ye Wuqian feel frightened.

"Don't you want to kill me? I don't want to come back to you. If I were to go out of the ashes, he would definitely be buried with me

Ye Wumian's movements on his hands were stagnant. The monster was so intelligent that he was not inferior to human beings. He used Jin Sheng's several spirits to hold ye Wumian, so that he did not dare to act rashly.