Chapter 22 Poisonous Son

The sword in Li Xiaohe's hand kept trembling, and the sword sounded all over the world. The sword spirit rushed and jumped, forcing the poisonous prince to retreat with an unprecedented momentum.

And the poisonous son was already sweating on his forehead, and the purple dragon tripod was shining in his chest, resisting the power of Li Xiaohe's sword.

When the two were deadlocked, the cold moon fairy suddenly broke through the thousands of sticks stirred by Ning Kun, retreated, and went straight into the palace a hundred feet away.

"Ge••••• Mr. Poison, take care of yourself. I will leave today and see you again tomorrow••••••"

The poisonous prince couldn't help but be angry when he heard the smile of Lengyue Fairy when she fled. He never thought that the woman was really so vicious that she left him alone and fled to the palace at this moment.

When Li Xiaohe and others saw the palace before, they had expected that the strange treasure born this time might be in the palace, and the poisonous prince and the cold moon fairy also expected it. At this time, the cold moon fairy suddenly retreated, obviously letting the poisonous prince drag Ning Kun and Li Xiaohe alone, but she went into the hall to find the strange treasure alone.

And Li Xiaohe and Ning Kun obviously know the plan of Lengyue Fairy.

Seeing that the Lengyue Fairy had first entered the palace, Li Xiaohe suddenly felt anxious. At this time, the Huangyang sword had gathered countless vitality, and the sword spirit had turned into gray.

At this time, Li Xiaohe's eyebrows were solemn, and the sword blade turned over, and he blurted out with a loud shout.

"Mixed Yuan Yiqi••••••"

And when the Lengyue Fairy fled, Ning Kun was also holding a dragon stick and split it into the air, and then a sigh resounded from Ning Kun's mouth.

"Imprison Dragon Binding God•••••••"

Then he saw that Ning Kun's stick came out, stirring up thousands of sticks as if they were real, which had blocked eight sides, and the "bang" exploded to oppress the poisonous prince.

And the magic sword in Li Xiaohe's hand was also suddenly recovered at this moment, raising his hands above his head, and the sword spirit suddenly soared, ashes. The top of the sword gas broke a deep hole at the top of the cave, and then Li Xiaohe split it down with his sword force with both hands. The top of the cave clicked, drawing a deep pit, and the flying stone yellow dust fell loudly.

The poisonous young man felt that Li Xiaohe suddenly withdrew his sword, and the purple dragon tripod was suddenly relieved, but before he could relieve the turbid breath in his chest, he saw eight sides, full of faint yellow stick shadows, oppressing him, and then a hundred-foot sword gas split down on him.

The poisonous prince was already shocked. In a hurry, he had to sacrifice the purple dragon tripod on top of his head. A burst of dragon chanted in the purple dragon tripod and trembled gently. The various colors suddenly rose and gurgled down, covering the poisonous prince, while the poisonous prince's hands were still dancing and his face was solemn.

Just as the Zilongding casts Daoguang, and just formed a gorgeous light mask to protect the poisonous son in it, the thousands of sticks stirred up with the dragon sticks in Ning Kun's hand were like rainstorm and thunder.

"Boom•••••”

A burst of explosion sounded, and the whole cave seemed to begin to tremble at this time. The top of the cave kept falling down the flying stones, and the springs on the ground also splashed up and rose to the water curtain. There was a hurricane suddenly swept away, pieces of land lifted up, and flowers and plants rose from root.

The stick shadow attacked on the gorgeous light mask cast by the Purple Dragon Tripod. The light mask only sank and trembled, and there were ripples on the light curtain, while the poisonous prince inside closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was shining brightly, and his palms danced out of thin air, only trying his best to urge the Purple Dragon Tripod to resist these thousands of stick shadows.

Ning Kun displayed the "imprison dragon binding god", which is powerful. If he is an ordinary person, even if he has a strange treasure to protect his body, he may be smashed to pieces in haste. However, the poisonous prince's true biography of the poisonous prince must be carefully cultivated by the owner of the Demon Valley, and it can't be compared with ordinary people.

What's more, his imperial purple dragon tripod is also a heavy treasure, which is strange and extraordinary. Although it is in a hurry and has no time to play many wonderful uses of the purple dragon tripod, it is also to block the thousands of stick shadows stirred by Ning Kun out of the light curtain, and it is difficult to enter at all, and he himself only bears the aftermath of the bombardment of the stick shadow, although it is also It's uncomfortable, but there is no fear of life.

But at this time, it was not only Ning Kun's fierce attack that hit him. Li Xiaohe's mixed sword had followed closely and finally fell on top of his head.

Even if the mixed-yuan Yiqi sword is not as good as the top sword cultivation secret book of the fairy sword school, it is also extraordinary as the top collection of the Qionghua school.

Seeing the sword spirit burst down, the thousands of stick shadows stirred up by Ning Kun were naturally separated from the water curtain, and this sword spirit was torn down from the thousands of stick shadows and cut straight to the purple dragon tripod sacrificed above his head by the poisonous prince.

At this time, the purple dragon tripod seemed to feel the power of Li Xiaohe's sword. Suddenly, it was even more bright, and the sound of the dragon chant also trembled, which was even greater than the thunder, as if there would be a real dragon in the poisonous tripod.

"hong••••••”

A loud noise suddenly broke out, and the sword spirit finally cut to the Purple Dragon Tripod with thousands of great forces. The aftermath of the collision stirred out like water lines, and the poisonous prince protected by the Purple Dragon Tripod suddenly sank down, and his legs trembled slightly.

Then he saw the poisonous man's eyes open, full of fierceness, and his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood arrow was blurted out.

After experiencing Ning Kun's fierce attack, he was killed by Li Xiaohe's sword spirit, and the poisonous prince was finally seriously injured in the inner house.

However, Li Xiaohe's sword was still blocked above the head of the poisonous prince by the purple dragon tripod, and only hit the poison tripod to sink down. No matter how difficult it was, the poisonous prince was not killed by this sword after all.

At this moment, Li Xiaohe and Ning Kun frowned together. Unexpectedly, in the face of the heavy blow of the two, this poisonous son still has combat power. It can be seen that he has deep cultivation, and it is by no means a fluke to become famous in the real world.

But now that the cold moon fairy has retreated, and there is only the poisonous prince left here, Ning Kun and Li Xiaohe have no more scruples. In addition, he and the cold moon fairy seriously injured Yang Zifu before, and even hurt Jingnuo. How could Ning Kun let him go at this time?

Then he saw Ning Kun shouting again, and the hands holding the dragon stick were exposed with blue veins and blood rose.

"The wind and clouds rise again••••••"

This shout was really like a bolt from the blue. The thousands of stick shadows were actually between Ning Kun's shouts, like being swept by a hurricane, and all of them gathered towards the dragon sticks in his hand. Just a moment, this large space has been full of yellow stick shadows, restoring the color of clarity, but followed by a hundred times stronger stick shadow in Ning Kun's hand.

This stick shadow fell down like the pillar of the sky, and fell straight to the top of the poisonous prince's head. The shadow of the stick was only dozens of feet above the poisonous prince's head, and it was already a dull explosion. Suddenly, there was a roar within a hundred feet of the ground with the poison prince as the center, and suddenly sank down. , the surface cracks the cobweb pattern.

After seeing Ning Kun's endless power again, Li Xiaohe also rolled up the divine sword in his hand. The hundred-foot sword spirit has been removed from the purple dragon tripod and made way for Ning Kun's dragon stick.

But then Li Xiaohe retreated, and then the hundred-foot sword spirit suddenly shook and tightened in half, leaving only fifty feet long, but it was even more profitable.

I saw Li Xiaohe's feet kicking back. Where he was, the ground cracked, and his figure had burst out forward, and the 50-foot sword spirit stabbed straight to the poisonous prince's chest.

Ning Kun came from the top with endless power•••••

Li Xiaohe insisted on hissing sword spirit as a thorn in his chest•••••

Seeing that the two men's first offensive gradually came to an end, they suddenly rolled up the situation again. The poisonous son's face was bitter, and a blood gushed out of his mouth.

Then a fierce and violent look appeared in his eyes again, and he only raised his palm up. The purple dragon tripod was as if it was about to burst, and endless glory gushed up and went to resist the stick shadow sent by Ning Kun.

However, his other palm was colorful, pinching a mysterious seal. The mysterious light shook and pushed out flat forward. A python virtual shadow opened the blood mouth, and the snake letter swallowed and bit the current sword spirit.

"Rong••••••"

Like five thunderbolts, when Ning Kun's stick fell from his head, although it was blocked by the magnificent glory gushing up in the purple dragon tripod, the poisonous prince was still shocked, his legs fell into the ground, and his chest rolled, and dirty blood surged out of his mouth like a spring.

However, Li Xiaohe's unbilid sword spirit was bitten and dispersed by the shadow of the python gathered by the poisonous prince.

But Li Xiaohe was still moving forward. When the divine sword was exhausted, the python shadow also let out a roar, with a unwillingness to disperse with the wind.

The Huangyang Sword still stabbed the poisonous man's chest with a line of yellow light.

"Ding••••••"

With a soft sound of gold and iron, when the divine sword was about to break into the chest of the poisonous prince, the poisonous prince clamped the momentum of the Huangyang sword.

He touched the benefits of the sword with his flesh and blood. Even if his cultivation was deep, his two fingers were suddenly bloody, but after all, he stopped the Huangyang sword and continued to move forward at this critical moment and stopped the front of the sword outside his chest.