It's too sweet.
In fact, according to the general situation, the result of this battle is indeed a tie. If the current situation of the Heisha Lord is not rescued by a super-grade symptomatic panacea, there is no possibility of continuing his life, but today it is obvious It is an exception, there is a sage who claims to be able to bring the dead back to life on the side of the Monarch Pavilion.
In fact, if you think about it a little deeper, it is not difficult to find that the king of Heisha was fighting for his life with all his heart just now. Head and heart, because he knows that as long as his head is not miserable and his heart is still alive, even if he really wants to die, he may not be able to die!
Ye Xiao's reputation as a world-renowned genius doctor is sincere.
"We won this game. I believe Mr. Xiao has no objection?" Ye Xiao saw that the face of the Lord of Heisha gradually turned a little rosy, and his breathing gradually became steady. Although the description was still terrifying, but One life can be confirmed to be saved, this can be seen by everyone.
Mr. Xiao said fiercely: "Relying on medical skills and drugs, these external tricks, is always a despicable and shameless villain's behavior!"
Ye Xiao tilted his head and said meaningfully: "It is said that there is such a kind of person in Jianghu, who takes advantage of himself and thinks it is justified; but sees others taking advantage of it, which is considered despicable and shameless."
Ye Xiao smiled: "Young Master Xiao, do you know what I mean!?"
Young Master Xiao was furious, but he didn't know how to refute, so he was speechless for a while.
"Lord of Heisha!" Shuitian's eyes were already red: "Give back my brother's life!"
It rushed out like a mad tiger.
In the sky in the water, I saw that the king of Heisha was also seriously injured, his life was fading, and he would die at any time. Although he hated him, it was really inconvenient to call out to such a dying person, but at this moment, the king of Heisha was seriously injured There is improvement, recovery becomes only a matter of time, and the hatred of killing the brother naturally surges in my heart again, and I come angrily to fight for my life!
Ye Xiao raised his hand, and a huge sword light suddenly crossed the field, followed by a sneer and said: "You said you want to avenge your brother?"
Shuitian said ruthlessly: "Shouldn't it be? The revenge of killing a brother is irreconcilable, this hatred will never end!"
Ye Xiao laughed, and said: "You are more eloquent than your brother, and you talk about morality and morality... But, your brother was killed in a fair decisive battle, even if you want revenge, don't you... you have to wait for others." Wake up from a coma and do it again?"
Shuitian's face turned red, just now he saw his murdered brother and enemy come back to life, his injuries improved, and under the rage, he forgot about it.
Meng Youjiang took a step forward, and said lightly: "The leader is right, even if you want to take revenge, at least you have to wait until the king of Heisha wakes up! It's just that... in the eyes of the chief hall master, the sky in the water is yours." There is no chance for this matter to wait until the Lord of Black Fiend wakes up."
He stared, two cold lights suddenly came out, and he said lightly: "This battle, the head of the hall will wait for you to die! Let you brothers go to the Nine Springs together, so as not to be lonely alone and hurt the brotherhood."
Shuitian roared angrily: "Okay, let me kill you first, and then I will kill Lord Heisha to avenge my brother's spirit in heaven!"
Then jump out.
Meng Youjiang snorted coldly, the light in his eyes seemed to condense into substance, he unhurriedly rolled up his robe sleeves, and suddenly exposed his two palms, as far as the eye could see, everyone was shocked, but saw the dream At this moment, Youjiang's two hands turned into one black and one white!
The right hand is as crystal clear as suet white jade; it seems to be able to see things on the opposite side through the palm of the hand.
But the left hand looks like white dyed soap, it is completely black, so black that it shines.
In addition to the sudden appearance of a strange color in both hands, there is also a faint blueness rising.
Meng Youjiang said indifferently: "Since I became the chief hall master of this pavilion, my housekeeping skills in the past have been immobile for a long time, and I don't know if they are unfamiliar. I might as well try it on you. You know that this seat was originally a black man. Master Fengshan, this is my housekeeping skill! Black Wind Hand!"
One of the two guards behind Mr. Xiao suddenly showed a look of shock on his face, and said quickly: "Quick back!"
Unfortunately, the warning came too late.
In the water, the sky, people and swords turned into a torrent of water, just like the waves of the sea and the Yangtze River, overturning and falling towards Meng Youjiang. Offensive way.
Meng Youjiang was still calm and unhurried, and said coldly: "The black wind rises!"
He opened his hands suddenly, but with a "sudden" sound, a puff of blue smoke quietly emerged from between his hands. One of his hands is black and the other is white, but the aura of power coming out is blue, and the atmosphere is subtle and abnormal.
The wind was howling, and the confrontation didn't seem to be intense, but at this moment, the torrential water in the water, which seemed to have no match in the sky, was blown back by the blue wind!
Between black and white, there was a sudden exclamation.
After shouting, Meng Youjiang took a step forward. The big black hand took advantage of the situation and grabbed it out. It was so castrated that it didn't care at all!
There was a crisp ding.
Shuitian's sword slashed fiercely at Meng Youjiang's big black hand.
Meng Youjiang's expression did not change at all, the palm of his hand and the sword clashed head-on, just like metal and iron clattering, as if that black hand was made of some rare and rare gold, and it was still not damaged at all against the sharp edge, and it did not lose the wind at all.
No, even prevailing—
With a flick of Meng Youjiang's purple robe, he had already strode back to the formation; with a flick of his right hand, a human head flew out, and said indifferently: "I thought the famous Shui brothers were so capable, but it turns out that they are So vulnerable, come out in high spirits, come back in defeat, terribly disappointed!"
Until this moment, the cyan wind stopped whistling in the air, like a tired bird returning to the forest, it spun up from the ground, quietly fell into Meng Youjiang's palm, and disappeared immediately.
It was also at this time that Shuitian's headless corpse fell into the sight of everyone again. Although Qingfeng didn't continue, his corpse continued to spin rapidly involuntarily, and while spinning, blood gushed out of his neck.
That cloud of gray mist that belonged to the soul disappeared without a trace and did not exist in the world without knowing when.
On Ye Xiao's shoulder, a cute snow-white kitten appeared there at some point, and its eyes were staring at the corpses in the field, as if it was looking at something rare.
"Dreams have boundaries!"
One of the two guards behind Mr. Xiao stepped out, staring at Meng Youjiang with a solemn expression: "The rumored Lord of Heifeng Mountain is indeed powerful, but he still shouldn't have such strength. How on earth did you do it?"
Meng Youjiang said lightly: "You mean... my own strength does not match the rumors?"
The man said: "Not bad!"
Meng Youjiang laughed: "That's because I've been hiding my strength. I've always had a beautiful mind and a good plan. I've been hiding it for a long time. What a little clumsiness!"
The man's face became more and more dignified, and he said in a deep voice, "It's absolutely impossible!"