Chapter 397 Fighting

It turned out that although Feng Xiaotian protected his whole body with "questioning the secret" just now, after all, he was in a hurry and was still passed through the light wall by a piece of color scales and shot on his right shoulder.

Feng Xiaotian only felt that his right shoulder was painful and numb. He did not dare to fight. His body flashed, and his body had instantly moved to a height of a hundred feet. Fortunately, this eight-winged python shot so many colorful scales in a row, which seemed to consume a lot. He did not take advantage of victory to chase, but suspended at a low sky and stared at the wind with his huge head. Xiaotian, it knows that this is also his last trick. Fortunately, it has hit the other party hard. The color scales on his body are not only extremely sharp, but also very poisonous. In those years, he used this move to destroy a powerful monster. It is estimated that it will not take long for the human practitioners to die!

Feng Xiaotian saw that the eight-winged python did not chase him. He was a little relieved. He released the wound with his left hand and quickly took out two Qingyun Dan from the storage ring, which was the antidote left by Qing Xuanzi that day.

Feng Xiaotian obviously felt that his right arm had gradually lost consciousness, and the light sword in his hand could not be grasped. He fell from his hand and automatically circled back to Feng Xiaotian's body.

Feng Xiaotian did not dare to neglect. As soon as he raised his hand, a clear elixir flew into the mouth and quickly swallowed it. A clear stream quickly flowed away his whole body. Then, Feng Xiaotian surged wildly, and a colored scale flew out of the wound on his right shoulder, accompanied by a wave of black blood falling to the ground.

After forcing out the colorful scales, Feng Xiaotian's left hand was like electricity. He suddenly patted the remaining Qingyun Dan in the palm of his hand to the wound. Suddenly, a clear stream flowed into the wound.

Soon, black blood flowed out of the wound, which was extremely fishy. Feng Xiaotian was happy to see this, which showed that Qingyun Dan was worthy of being a detoxification, and it was still effective to deal with this toxin.

Seeing that the eight-winged python did not move, in order to speed up the recovery, Feng Xiaotian simply sat down in the void to speed up the operation of the power of the elixir. After a cup of tea, the wound on the shoulder no longer flowed black blood, the color has become bright red, and the toxin is about to be eliminated.

As for the eight-winged python, he also saw that something was not good. After the human practitioners were poisoned, he did not seem to have gradually lose his vitality. After eating something, he seemed to look better and became more and more energetic. However, after these fierce battles, his physical strength was greatly damaged, and his originally inflated body at this time. He gradually regained his original shape, and had the intention to hurt the enemy again, but he felt that his physical strength was not strong, so he gradually lowered his body and fell on the cliff, intending to restore his physical strength to cope with the next war.

Soon, Feng Xiaotian felt that the toxins were exhausted, so he stood up. His left hand was like electricity. He quickly sealed several acupuncture points on his right shoulder and stopped the flowing blood, but he found that the ice silk clothes on his shoulder had broken a big hole. He couldn't help thinking in his heart. Alas, such good clothes can be torn. I really cost me clothes. Fortunately, there are still some ice silk in Yaner, and I have to bother her to help make it up. But now the most urgent thing is to solve this eight-winged python first!

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian slowly stood up and no longer took out the light sword, but clenched his fists. With a moment, he rode on the back of the eight-winged python. No matter how hard the color scales on the eight-winged python were, he raised his fists.

The eight-winged python did not expect that this human practitioner was so fierce that he dared to ride on his body and fight randomly. Although he could not hurt himself, it was also faintly painful, and his dignity was trampled on, which was really unbearable for the python. That's the matter!

The eight-winged python and eight meat wings unfolded together, and the huge body continued to rise in the air, and then turned in the air, trying to throw Feng Xiaotian down.

Feng Xiaotian's two legs are full of real strength. He tightly clamps the eight-winged python, as if it has taken root. No matter how the eight-winged python churns, it is, it is tightly attached to the body of the eight-winged python. The two hammer-like fists are also full of sharpness, hitting the back of the eight-winged python.

Don't mention how depressed the eight-winged python is. What kind of play is this? How can the practitioners of human beings fight like low-level monsters in the mountains like scoundrels?

Feng Xiaotian, no matter what he thought, he almost died carelessly just now, which made Feng Xiaotian also burn in anger. His two fists just hit one part, and the scales of the eight-winged python were strong, and it was about to fall off!

The eight-winged python finally realized that something was wrong. If it went on like this, it would not be able to stand it no matter how strong it was. So the bloody basin was a big mouth, and the poisonous tongue like a long red whip turned over and came to Feng Xiaotian's neck pocket, trying to wrap Feng Xiaotian around and throw it down.

"What a wicked beast, it's a good start!" Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and the light sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He blocked forward, but his long tongue suddenly wrapped around the light sword.

Feng Xiaotian was so powerful that he crazily entered the endless true qi into the light sword. The light sword burst out. Feng Xiaotian then stirred it hard, and saw the blood splashing everywhere. The red "long whip" was immediately broken into several pieces. The black blood flowed all over Feng Xiaotian, and the smelly temperature was smoked. Feng Xiaotian was dizzy for a while and almost fell from the back of the eight-winged python. It seems that the blood of the eight-winged python is also full of poison. Fortunately, Feng Xiaotian has just taken Qingyun elixir, otherwise, he will be poisoned again at this moment.

The long tongue of the eight-winged python was cut off, and the pain was unbearable. It made a burst of roar, eight-winged fans, and its body rumbled violently in the air. The miserable roar came from afar, making the low-level monsters around them avoid it one after another. I don't know what danger the overlord, who is thousands of miles away has encountered. How could you make such a sad cry?

Feng Xiaotian held the sword in both hands and suddenly inserted it in the place where his fists were hit just now. Without the protection of the scales, the whole sword body was deeply inserted into the back of the eight-winged python. Feng Xiaotian clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands. No matter how the eight-winged python flipped, it was firmly attached to its back without loosening. Black blood kept coming out of the place where the lighted sword was inserted, and it was like a bloody rain in the air!

The eight-winged python tossed about a cup of tea in the air. It only felt the incomparable severe pain in its back, and its big mouth was also bloody. Finally, it realized that it would be useless to to tosss like this, so he hissed, crossed his heart, and the eight meat wings were taken back, and the huge body was like a meteor to the depths of the cliff. Falling down.

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