Yan Yushu has a strange needle and hidden weapon, and the people in the field have just experienced it and are well aware of its bizarreness.

It seemed to be transformed by sword energy, with extremely sharp edges. They had thought that such a method could not break the body-protecting true energy, but when Xie Yunzhou fell into the trap and was defeated step by step, they naturally would not think so again.

At this time, the red needles and threads were wrapped around and hung between their fingers, and no one dared to take it lightly if they looked at it.

But this move was mainly used to attack sneak attacks, but now it is so superficial that it makes people a little confused.

Xie Luo couldn't wait because the toxicity in his body had already penetrated into the meridians, and the limbs and bones were like fire. If he hadn't been strong in his body, he would have been screaming and wailing to the ground and waiting to die.

He had just prepared his power and waited for one blow to kill him.

But he knew that the human body skills were so skillful, so he still needed help.

At present, no matter what the needle and thread in Yan Yushu's hand were, Xie Lao had already decided and took a gamble.

"Take it!" He suddenly yelled.

The next moment, there were the rings of dragons and phoenixes rising from the clear sound. Yan Tingyu had been preparing for a long time. At this time, his body suddenly came, and the light in his palm disappeared. He directly used Daluo Xingyun's hand to attack Yan Yushu.

They were not far apart from each other, and he made a quick move, and it almost instantly came to his eyes.

Daluo Xingyun's hand combined with the dragon and phoenix rings can even break the Vajra without casting, which is even more amazing. Is it just below the three realms?

Xie Luo did not hesitate and mobilized his internal force completely when he made a sound. The internal force that was originally to suppress the toxicity suddenly surged, and the severe poison in his body rushed into the qi sea of ​​dantian.

The Tuo Shuai was a little reluctant to look at it, but when his eyes changed, he could see the expression of the man in the field clearly.

It was a sneer. In the faint and dark place of the light, the smile was like a brand, firmly rooted in the mind of the Thief.

And he believed that no matter how many years passed, he would never forget it.

That was not malice, but ridicule after success, Jizhu smiled slightly while holding it.

When the jade book took action, the red line shaking off, like a bloody curtain being raised.

Countless screams, like coming from the depths of darkness that cannot be reached, like a whistling snake, driven away by someone.

They should have been silent, but their original goal was as if they had planned it, just to wait for the present.

The Tuo Shuai's eyes widened, with only horror in his eyes.

He could see the cold light clearly in it through the fire. It seemed familiar, it was Yi Xuechong's long bone gold needle, which was knocked down everywhere when he fought with Yan Tingyu before.

But he could guess how many of them were from the sharp sound of the wind at this moment.

This is the flying snake, like rain.

Yan Tingyu, who was flying up, was ready to make a decision on his own victory, and was immediately submerged in the heavy rain.

In the rain, there are needles and threads that broke before, short and long.

Not far away, Zhen Qing watched all this quietly, coughing up blood in her mouth, and then quietly closed her eyes in Yi Xuecui's arms.

This was the plan she thought of when Yan Tingyu looked down on them, and then informed Yan Yushu through voice transmission.

All she and Yi Xuechu could do is to arrange traps to introduce prey, but if you want to kill prey, you need a real hunter to do it.

Yi Xue hugged her tightly and shed tears.

...

Yan Tingyu grew up in the military camp since childhood. After his father died in his country, he returned to the General's Mansion.

The women he saw were not only the female prisoners in the camp, but also the maids and servants in the mansion.

In my impression, women are weak and can't do anything. Just like during the Three Kingdoms War, the female assassins carefully trained by Liang State, who were familiar with piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, singing, everything they wanted to get close to Yan Kang and then kill him, but they were cruelly dismembered after being played with.

Therefore, Yan Tingyu has always despised women until today.

He didn't know how many long needles he was shot, but he felt like he was back to the desert and was biting countless mosquitoes at night, densely packed.

A very few have broken through his body-protecting true energy.

Yan Tingyu's internal strength stagnated and he staggered under his feet, and he couldn't help but fall to the side.

He fell to the ground, feeling his right arm begin to numb, implicating half of his body.

This is poison, those poisons fed from long needles.

On the side, Xie Luo was the first to be hit, and the most miserable.

He was already deeply poisoned, and his body was full of holes and could not be sustained. He was also full of energy in his chest, just to punch that punch. Therefore, he was full of long needles.

The long needle like a cow trembled with Xie Luo's movements. His eyelids drooped, and he looked at the person in front of him and smiled with difficulty.

Yushu's breathing was a little rapid, and his hands were bleeding sharply due to pulling the silk thread.

But what is even more serious is the punch that Xie Lai had just accumulated momentum, or it was a force and a force.

He frowned and spitted out blood, unable to help but take a few steps back.

Not far away, Yi Xuecuo and Mi Moxun both looked at each other with concern.

Yushu slowly stood up, but he tilted slightly to the left side, obviously suffering from a wound on his left shoulder.

Xie Luo called him to his heart, but he avoided most of it.

After a few breaths, Yan Tingyu's body softened and he lay directly on the ground. His lips were black and he was breathing a little gasping.

He stared blankly at the top of his head, and there was still dust floating on it, and it was pitch black.

Suddenly, Yan Tingyu laughed at herself.

When I came, I was full of energy and didn't take anyone seriously, but I never thought that I would be defeated here, but I still lost in such a humiliating way.

There was a healing pill in his chest and clothes, but he did not move.

This is not just a failure, but a failure.

"Eat." Someone walked over to him, leaned over and handed over.

Yan Tingyu's eyes were a little blurred, but he could still recognize that he was from the Mo family.

"What?" he asked subconsciously, and then a slightly bitter pill fell into his mouth.

Yan Tingyu choked and swallowed it directly. His eyes bulged, "What did you give me food?"

The Tuo Shuai curled his lips, "Camu Jiedu Pill."

Yan Tingyu was stunned and couldn't help rolling his eyes. He had never heard of the elixir of the name of the gods.

"I have medicine." He finally said.

Because he suddenly became alive and didn't want to die, he shouldn't give up.

The Tuo Shuai raised his eyebrows, touched him, and touched a porcelain bottle. He didn't look closely and poured out the medicine and gave Yan Tingyu to take.

On the other side, Ji Zishang had already walked to Xie Luo's side.

He reached out and patted the other person's arm gently.

Xie Luo fell to the ground with a bluish and black complexion, and was dull. The silky muscles and blood vessels on the upper body were scattered, but they also showed a blue-black color.

Ji Zishang couldn't help frowning, and felt even more angry.

A great practice that entered the three realms actually died silently here, being killed by poison, and seemed so cowardly.

He looked at the person in front of him, and the other person's face looked a little pale, but his eyes were still dull.

This is an annoying look, as if everything is clear and nothing unexpected is expected.

Crack, suddenly, there was a sound of the rotation of the organ here.

The Tuo Shuai was most sensitive to this and got up to look at it as soon as possible.

In the hazy darkness, the sound came from the stone statue. No, it should be said to be the stone door.

Ji Zishang looked at it too.

Over there, Yi Xuechong was carrying Zhen Qing on his back, and Mi Moxun supported Fu Yinshuang, his figure was blurred, and they were all standing by the stone gate.

But at this time, the door was indeed open.

The thief couldn't help but open his mouth. Could it be that they had already opened the tomb of the ancestor Wusheng?

Or is this place or behind the stone door not a bone burial place at all?
Chapter completed!