Just when Hua Ling threw away the veil, she was startled suddenly, and Wu Qiyue looked over.
In the deep eyes of the other party, a green light flashed, as if it could see through her completely, and there seemed to be no secrets under those eyes.
"Hey!"
Hua Ling took a breath, horrified, and looked back in disbelief.
But seeing Wu Qiyue smiled slightly and nodded to her, her eyes were still as clear as before, but the strangeness before was gone.
Hua Ling nodded mechanically in return, but his heart was full of doubts, and he secretly said: "Could it be my hallucination just now?"
"Boom!"
Just as she was meditating, there was a violent vibration in the cave, and then two figures soared into the sky, fighting at high speed in the sky, and pieces of sword light shot down, slashing through the crowd from time to time, killing people.
Looking carefully, Zuo Heng's face was full of blood and prey. He wanted to break free from Yang Qingxuan's shackles, but he was entangled tightly by Yang Qingxuan. He fought with a fast sword, and Zuo Heng only had the power to defend, and the defense became weaker and weaker. Keep hurting.
Relying on his cultivation before, he couldn't beat Yang Qingxuan with a quick sword, so he could use his martial soul to intervene, but now he was seriously injured, and the martial soul was immediately cut off by Baigui Yexing as soon as he came out, and it didn't have the slightest effect at all.
"Damn! How do you know that I'm not dead and lurking below?!"
"Tch, with your IQ, you still want to hide it from me? There is a neat crack on the array, which was obviously cut open by a sword."
"Damn it!"
Zuo Heng was furious. Before Huang Shiyin, he tried his best to cut apart the formation and hid in the big hole blasted by Fu Zhuo, but he was still affected and seriously injured.
But that was also the only way to escape, otherwise he would be wiped out by that Huangshiyin.
The two fought more and more fiercely, both sides were covered in blood, but it was obvious that Zuo Heng's disadvantage became more and more obvious, he was hit to the vitals several times, his consciousness became a little blurred, and the speed of the sword began to drop.
"That is… "
Many people went into convulsions at once, and the blood on Zuo Heng's body began to turn black, purple, green, yellow... showing colorful colors.
"Not good, poisoned!"
Wang Qing screamed, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Zuo Heng had been poisoned, and his colorful performance was obviously a very terrible poison.
In the past, Zuo Heng's real energy was strong, able to counteract the toxins of the wounds, but now he has gradually lost the wind, and has been unable to suppress the poison of the sword. The poisons on the dozens of wounds suddenly exploded and became colorful, as if they came out of a dyeing workshop. generally.
Yang Qingxuan was also shocked, he was the closest to Zuo Heng, so he could see it clearly, it was by no means an ordinary poison. From every wound on Zuo Heng's body, faint black air escaped, as if a fierce ghost was threatening.
After being hit by hundreds of swords, Zuo Heng is already haunted by a hundred ghosts, and it is the ghost energy that is eating away at his body!
Zuo Heng's consciousness became more and more blurred, the sword energy all over the sky was like a hundred ghosts passing through, and he rushed towards him with a hissing voice. Every time he struck, he could kill one evil ghost, but there were too many ghosts, and many of them pounced on him. On him, biting his body.
"laugh!"
Yang Qingxuan pierced his left shoulder with a sword, and the miserable green sword energy turned into a ghost and crawled in, screaming excitedly.
Zuo Heng was shocked, and hastily cast his martial soul, poisonous tendrils exploded from his body, encircling and suppressing the sword energy.
At this moment, I realized that where the poisonous tendrils exploded, my flesh and blood had turned black like ink, and a rotten breath radiated out.
"you lose."
Yang Qingxuan said coldly, how could he let go of this opportunity, with a flick of the sword, he pierced Zuo Heng's right shoulder extremely swiftly, and chopped off his right arm under provocation.
"ah!!"
Zuo Heng let out a shrill scream, looking at the arm and Ye Ting Chunyu falling from the sky, his ground was like ashes.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand, and stabbed his face again with a sword.
"No!"
Zuo Heng let out a loud roar, burst out his life's potential, and slapped the sword with his palm.
"Boom!"
He himself was also shocked by the sword energy, spewed out a mouthful of black blood, flew upside down, and fell to the ground far away.
The crowd had dispersed long ago, revealing a large vacuum.
"Quick, look..."
There was a terrified sound from the crowd, and I saw Zuo Heng's severed arm fell to the ground, writhing like a snake, the muscles on it twisted like twists and turns, and there was a ghostly cry of "hee hee" inside. The sound is creepy.
Eventually the arm twisted into a black ball of flesh, swelled up, and looked slimy, as if the bones had been eroded away.
"puff!"
The round meat ball exploded at once, splashing a piece of thick water on the ground.
The land stained with poisonous water immediately withered and turned black.
The students who witnessed this scene were all pale, looking at Yang Qingxuan and the sword in his hand in horror.
There are thousands of ghosts on the sword, screaming and dancing wildly, and the skull on the handle is even more ghostly, with black mist suffocating.
Zuo Heng saw the change in his arm, and was frightened out of his wits. Originally, he couldn't resist those fierce ghosts, but the last palm exhausted all his true energy. Like that arm, the muscles began to twist.
"I lost, I lost, save me, save me!"
Zuo Heng became frightened, his face became colorful, he looked towards the red line restricted area beggingly, and shouted: "Help me!"
Yang Qingxuan flew down holding the long sword, watching coldly.
"The match is over, Yang Qingxuan wins!"
Yi Kun immediately pronounced the sentence, flew over and stopped Yang Qingxuan, fearing that he would kill him.
"Ah."
Yang Qingxuan sneered, and with a shake of his right hand, Baigui Yexing immediately disappeared in his hand, and the thick ghost aura gradually dissipated.
"Not good! What kind of poison is this?"
Beside Zuo Heng, three or four medical staff had already gathered, all of them were college teachers, all of them were frightened and helpless against the poison.
The muscles on Zuo Heng's body began to twist like that arm, and the left hand also swelled into a fleshy ball first.
"No, let's go!"
A medical staff screamed, and the four quickly retreated.
With a "poof", the left arm also exploded, and a puddle of thick water splashed away.
"Hahahaha."
Above the exploding black water, there seemed to be the laughter of little ghosts, reaching people's ears, making one's scalp tingle.
"Huh? Ah..."
Zuo Heng was so frightened that his wits flew out of his mind, and the tears couldn't stop flowing, crying, "Save me, save me quickly."
His legs, stomach, neck, lower abdomen, shoulders and other places also began to twist, and even a pustule swelled on his forehead and continued to grow.
Qing Buli and the others were terrified. They had never seen such a terrible scene before. This is not poisoned, but the upper body of a hundred ghosts. In those twisted muscles, there are screams of ghosts.
Zuo Ming opened his mouth wide in fright, and cried bitterly: "Help, help!"
(end of this chapter)