Urban Witcher

This is the third time he has mutated today, right? Is this the ultimate form of the corpse king?

Ye Shaoyang gasped, and his eyes fell on the crystal clear villain under him, guessing that this should be his real body, and if he wanted to kill it, he had to destroy his real body.

There is nothing to say, at this point, no matter what, I have to hold on.

Ye Shaoyang spread out his left hand, drew an X on his palm with the blade of the Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword, and in turn drew a five-pointed star on the palm of his right hand, then grasped the handle of the sword with both hands, and let the blood flow out. Under the blessing, it is continuously absorbed by the Seven Star Longquan Sword.

"Old man, you and I will live and die in this battle..."

Ye Shaoyang said silently to the Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword, then shook the sword body and let out a dragon chant.

"The dragon swims in the Tianhe, and the ten thousand flows return to the sea! Hurry up like a law!"

Ye Shaoyang swung his sword and struck straight ahead. The purple sword energy rushed for thousands of miles, like a torrent, and hit Hou Qing.

He himself was not idle. After performing the technique, he immediately used Tiangang Step, rushed to Houqing's body first, and then made seals with both hands, and even managed to control the sword energy. It was divided into two, and his left hand was Yin , the right hand is Yang, mixed in the way of Tai Chi.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Yin-Yang Jue' of my Laoshan?" Wu Jiawei was startled, and suddenly remembered that Ye Shaoyang probably learned it from the secret exercises he gave him. It's not the same, the rhythm is much stronger, and the control of yin and yang is also more proficient.

"The ladder clouds are vertical, the greener the pine, the water is cut off, and the skillful hands are amazing!"

Ye Shaoyang reassembled the separated sword qi, captured it in his left hand, and then squeezed twelve formulas in a row, the sword qi went from purple to white, becoming more and more pure.

"This is Longhushan's 'Dragon Shaped Primal Hand'. I saw Lao Zhang used it..." Sibao said to himself, but Ye Shaoyang was more proficient in performing it than Zhang Wusheng, and it was slightly different, as if it was more powerful.

Hou Qing was not idle either, she moved her arms and legs, swept across the air, leaving behind several streaks of blood, and hit Ye Shaoyang head-on.

Ye Shaoyang dodged it, continued to practice, popped out a big carved mother coin, drew the word "*" in the air, attached the sword energy to it, and spread it into a huge lotus shape.

"Fuck, this is my Wuzhou Mountain's 'Lotus Town Magic Art'!" Sibao exclaimed.

"It's surprising that you still have means. It's just that you are wasting your efforts in vain. I'm immortal..."

Hou Qing exhaled corpse breath, and formed a huge mass in front of him, surrounding himself and Ye Shaoyang, like a thick eggshell, surrounding the two of them.

As he continued to exhale, the corpse aura continued to intensify, and soon the concentration of the corpse aura reached an extremely terrifying level. Even the people watching the battle below felt the cold, afraid of being invaded by the corpse aura, they all backed away.

"If it were me, I would almost be dead..." Sibao exclaimed.

Everyone secretly compared themselves. Except for Xiao Jiu, no one present was sure to be able to escape the siege of this corpse.

The corpse king's methods are very mysterious to them, but even though they look simple, they are actually extremely powerful.

Perhaps, Hou Qing didn't want to consume any more, and wanted to decide the winner with one move.

Surrounded by corpse aura, Ye Shaoyang continued to practice, strengthening his sword aura, for a while it was Buddhist spells, and for a while it was Daoism.

My friends have never seen the following exercises, but most of the bigwigs in the sky know them. These well-informed old men and women, who are calm and calm, are all shocked at this moment. fell down.

In just half a minute, Ye Shaoyang transformed at least ten kinds of exercises, including Chimei Mountain, Kasao Mountain, Green City Mountain, Tiankou Mountain... across the two gates of Taoism and Buddhism, all of which are the most secret and quintessential spells. Well, more importantly, every move has changed, mixed with the essence of other schools.

The most important thing is that his technique in the transition of these different forms of spells is extremely smooth, not blunt at all, it seems that these spells are originally a set of exercises.

Of course, these bigwigs who have lived long enough understand the difficulty of this, and they are even more shocked because of their understanding.

Ye Shaoyang finally stopped his practice, grabbed the two most pure energies with both hands, looked at Houqing, and said slowly: "I have always believed that no one can't be killed..."

Hou Qing sprayed the blood of the corpse, dyeing the energy body another layer of blood.

Ye Shaoyang pushed out the ultimate energy in his hand at this moment...

This was the last scene that everyone saw. Afterwards, the corpse blood blocked their sight. Almost everyone opened their eyes wide and looked up at the huge blood-colored sphere. Time seemed to stop at this moment.

A few seconds later, the big ball of corpse blood trembled violently, and then exploded like water droplets, erupting a violent shock wave, which swept across the mountain, and the soldiers who were fighting on the way were overturned a large area.

The two figures fell in different directions.

Xiao Jiu spotted Ye Shaoyang, jumped up, wrapped his tail around Ye Shaoyang, and flew to the ground, everyone cheered and gathered around to check Ye Shaoyang, his face was livid, his breath was like gossamer, and he was already unconscious.

Sibao quickly pinched his wrist, tested it with his true energy, and said with a long breath, "A good news or a bad news, which one should you listen to first?"

"OK!"

"bad!"

Everyone chattered.

"The good news is that the goat isn't dead, the bad news is...he's dying."

Everyone was so angry that they wanted to beat him.

Sibao helped Ye Shaoyang up, and pushed him through the palace. Ye Shaoyang's sea of ​​qi acupoint was almost shattered, and his true qi was exhausted, only a little remained in the shattered sea of ​​qi. Thanks to Ye Shaoyang's fortune, his meridians were really hard. , I guess it was too cold.

A bit of true energy entered the body, mobilizing the response of the surviving trace of true energy, and began to repair the broken sea of ​​energy...

Wu Jiawei pushed Ye Shaoyang's mouth away, and fed him a few pills.

After tossing for a while, Ye Shaoyang woke up, and started coughing up blood, then vomited, and then slowly recovered.

After he recovered, the first thing he did was to force himself to check on Houqing.

"Boss, I checked, this time he is really dead."

Guagua led the way and came not far from Houqing's body.

Hou Qing was lying on the ground on his back, covered in blood, staring straight in the eyes, still maintaining the monster-like appearance before.

Really... dead?

Ye Shaoyang sat on the ground and began to adjust his breath.

"Really dead?" Lin Sansheng stretched his head to look down the mountain and murmured.

Daofeng remained silent, and the two looked at Nuba together.

Nuba had no expression on her face, just like them, staring at Houqing's body in a daze. It seems that she is not sure.