Chapter 67 Curse

Chapter 67 Scolding

"You useless beast, give me back my life." The national teacher's face was full of ferocious color, without the dust and elegance of the past, he was simply like a butcher, and his eyes were bursting, which was really terrible. He was going to fight desperately, and he looked behind his mission and turned to kill Hua Jun.

Wang Jiwu, who fell out of the palace gate, also stood up, and his chest was stuffy. It was not how heavy the injury was, but the stuffiness in his chest was really difficult for him to straighten out. I don't know where the jade crown with hair has fallen. My hair is scattered, my handsome face is entangled, and my facial features are entangled. I shouted, "Dare to hurt my king, go to hell!"

The foot moved quickly, like a horse rushing, and the sword in his hand was raised high. Under the sword, it seemed to cut all the obstacles in half.

Won! Weiyang King's martial arts are really fought on the battlefield. Although it seems that there is no intention to take a walk under every sword, it is full of momentum and fierce and tricky. Hua Jun couldn't hide and was pulled by Ji Lengfeng, but the armor on his body was like paper paste, and he was easily cut off a large piece of armor.

Ji Lengfeng saw that the man's hair was ling and murderous, and she didn't see who it was. As soon as she pulled Hua Jun, she took advantage of a sword in her hand and cut it on the sword under the split, splunder! This ordinary bronze sword was cut in half, which made Ji Lengfenghu's mouth numb. He was not only shocked, but also how powerful this man was.

Ji Wu pulled the bronze sword and moved quickly. A sword drove on Ji Lengfeng's neck. Suddenly, I saw clearly who this person was and snorted coldly, "Ceng Feng! What are you doing here? Why are you blocking me?

Ah! Ji Lengfeng heard clearly who this person was and just wanted to answer. The national master had got rid of Huajun's father. The blue shadow flashed with a mysterious glow, but it emitted an extremely unpleasant scream. At this time, it represented the mentality of the national master and was dedicated to killing Hua Jun. Qingying turned into an extremely powerful giant man, under the palm the size of a fan, and this palm came with a strong wind. Obviously, the force was very strong.

"Hmm! I'll deal with you later." Ji Wu obviously forgot that he was only about 16 years old. Although he was a generation older than Ji Lengfeng, he was old-fashioned and domineering, which could not be refuted. However, he is not a reckless man. He still knows how to weigh the situation. The long sword in his hand is sent forward and scolded angrily, "Demon man, dare to in the palace of King Zhou, die for me."

A sword scratched Ji Lengfeng's neck, and the driving air almost scratched her broken snow skin, which showed how strong his control was. If he doesn't bother Ji Lengfeng for the time being, it doesn't mean that he won't teach her a small lesson. The sword seems to be extremely slow, but it contains extremely strange power, stabbing directly to the national master.

A sword pierced the palm of Qingying's hand, but it did not stop stabbing Qingying's chest and abdomen, trying to open him. But I didn't expect that this green shadow was really strange, as if the void did not exist. It was cut by the sword and continued to take pictures of the wind. When he first approached the Weiyang King, the Weiyang King could almost feel the mystery of the blue shadow, but the strong blood on Ji Wu was too strong.

When King Weiyang saw that the long sword in his hand could not help him, he smiled coldly, suddenly opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and his tongue was as bright as a lotus: "O!" This anger was too loud, like a spring thunder blowing on the flat ground. The anger contained too strong blood, shaking the blue shadow repeatedly, like a shadow.

Poof!

The national teacher vomited blood repeatedly. This roar hurt him too much. His cultivation was just the seventh layer of wisdom. This roar almost broke his shadow and couldn't help but be shocked. Why did this man know the weakness of Yingxiu?

He connected the seal and wanted to condense the green shadow. He knew that the general trend had gone. This man was a famous young master of the State of Zhou and commanded the Wang Wei Army. If he came, the army in his hand must have calmed down and retreated and did not dare to stay. The green shadow suddenly spewed out a green gas, which quickly dissipated, with a strong fishy smell, which made them vomit.

Poison! Hurry back!" As soon as Ji Wu caught Ji Lengfeng, he retreated. Seeing that Ji Lengfeng grabbed the half-dead Huajun in his hand, he felt a sense of disgust and said angrily, "Why don't you put him down? This man is dragging us down."

If Huajun hadn't saved Ji Lengfeng, maybe she would have let it go now, but Huajun saved her. Although that way was a little annoying, the reason for repaying kindness had been deeply rooted in her mind and was roared by the Weiyang Wang. I suffered so much grievance here. You are late. Late, now he yelled at me like this and shouted, "Don't do it! If you are afraid of death, just put me down."

"Hmm! It's not up to you." Ji Wu was even more angry. He waved the sword in his hand and was about to cut off Hua Jun's hand.

Huajun's consciousness has always been confused, but he still knows what happened. He doesn't know why this man has such a big grudge against him that he will kill him as soon as he comes up, and now he will cut off his hand. Hua Jun's weak consciousness controlled the green shadow, pierced Ji Lengfeng's arm like a needle, and let go of his hand in pain. Ji Wu cut the sky with a sword, hummed angrily, and pulled Ji Lengfeng back quickly, away from the blue fog.

The cyan fog instantly covered Huajun like a quilt. It seemed that a cyan mosquito net was set up in front of the palace gate, and only something in it could be faintly seen.

Huajun felt as if he had fallen into the water and found it very difficult to move. The cyan fog floated into his nose, and the fishy smell was so strong that he wanted to spit out all the food last night, but what surprised him was that the cyan fog did not seem to do to him at all. On the contrary, after the fog precipitated in the blood and moved with the body, it seemed to be a very tonic elixir after entering the brain. , his confused consciousness gradually condensed, and his eyes gradually became brighter and brighter, so that he could see what was going on in front of him.

Although this thing smells a little uncomfortable, it is harmless to him, and Hua Jun is not afraid. He vigorously absorbs the cyan fog floating in the air and turns it into a tonic that nourishes the brain.

Huajun's father slowed down and did not catch the national teacher. Seeing that the national teacher was entangled by the king of Weiyang, he also put down his last worry and looked at Huajun with some kindness. This is my son, a very excellent son. What a pity! Why did you practice the demon method? How can your father be embarrassed?

But he didn't expect that the national teacher was despicably poisoned. What made him even more angry was that his excellent son was actually poisoned. In his opinion, this unpleasant blue fog was poison. He slapped the back of the national teacher in the air and roared repeatedly: "Despicable villain, you bully me too much. If you dare to poison my son, I will kill you. "

The national master saw that Huajun was submerged by the cyan fog, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned white, but he laughed proudly. He had the pleasure of revenge, but he was more satisfied and said, "Leng Laoer! You are destined to be an ostrich all your life and use it to bury your head in the sand, hahaha! Hahaha!"

The blue shadow spit out another blue fog and thickly covered Huajun's father. His chest quickly dried up. Obviously, the blue fog made him lose his qi and blood. Suddenly, the blue shadow wrapped the thin body of the national teacher and was about to escape. However, Huajun's father obviously burst into a different force. I don't know whether he was stimulated by Hua Jun's incident or by the ostrich mentioned by the national master. He passed through the house and slapped him heavily on the back of the national teacher, beating him out of the blue shadow and falling to Huajun's place.

He also inhaled a trace of green fog, but the green fog was like snake poison, flowing quickly in his body, instantly turning his face into purple, which was obviously deeply poisoned. Looking at the thick fog in front of the palace gate, his body was shaking, and he sighed helplessly. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover.

This blue fog is not poison, but the essential idea of the shadow practitioners, and it is poison for others. However, Huajun Buddha and Taoist practiced, and his master was even more amazing. Even the lord of the fairy world had to give face to people, so that what he practiced must be extraordinary, including everything, and actually refined the powerful essence of the national teacher.

If the national teacher knew that what saved his life was made by others' clothes, he didn't know how he would feel. His son was killed by him, and even his essence was absorbed by him. Obviously, the national teacher still had this opportunity. He was just hit into the blue fog by that slap and fell next to Hua Jun.

The shadow of the national master quickly rushed like a blue fog and wanted to escape with him, but he didn't expect that Huajun's confused eyes suddenly burst out a burning divine light, grabbed the tip of the sword that fell to the ground beside him, and regardless of the sharpness of the sword, he stabbed the national master's chest hard.

At this time, in the continuous war, the most deadly injury of the national master was the roar of the king of Weiyang. The blood was like the sun, and the yang qi burned the shadow that had not yet become an entity. If it was the shadow of the magic, I'm afraid that the roar had already extinguished him. His mind has been clear. Now both of them are half a catty and eight taels. The same body is thin and weak, but after all, Hua Jun is not injured and younger.

The national teacher moved out hard, but as long as he moved his mind, Qingying could easily clean up the person. Unexpectedly, he stabbed his shoulder with a sword, which made him scream. I don't know how long he has tried this kind of skin pain since he entered the palace of shadow.

I don't know what word to use to describe his aggrieved mood. His son died at his hands. Will he die in his hands? He, who has always paid attention to etiquette, can't help searching for the spleated words in his stomach. He wants to scold him resentfully and said, "You have a mother, no father... bastard. You killed my son, I'm going to die, I curse you, I want... I'm going to make you die..."

He is so lacking in cursing that he can't even say something. However, despite his lack of words, the first sentence has touched the bottom limit of his heart. He, who has always been weak, rode on the national teacher with a fierce expression. He slapped him in the face and scolded: "You two sticks raised by a cheap maidservant, talk nonsense all day long. If you don't hit you in a day, you will go to the room to expose the tiles, and if you don't hit you in the toilet for two days. Lick the cake. If you are beaten in three days, you will pretend to be deaf and dumb, and if you are beaten again in four days, you will pretend to be stupid. Your father asked you to be a good person. You have to pretend to be a dog. Your mother asks you to be a good person. You want to be a turtle to live up to your mother's wishes. Tell me whether you should fight or not..."

Huajun beat and scolded, and the vicious words were endless. Although he was sometimes dull, it did not mean that he was not clear. This man touched his bottom line, so he was no longer modest and forbearance, but released the imprisoned beast in his chest, which was more fierce than the flood. .