Brush!!

The two of them had an extremely tacit understanding, and all their true intentions were suddenly put away, the burning phaseless ancient Buddha disappeared, and his closed eyes opened at the same time.

After fighting the true meaning, it is a skill.

In an instant, two figures shot out from diametrically opposite directions, and in the wind, two sword shadows rolled up, coming with the wind!

The king-butcher knife against a barren grass.

Phew!!

A dazzling spark exploded under the clear sky.

The figures are staggered, and then at a speed that the line of sight cannot keep up, he turns around and slashes.

Knife to knife.

A grand slash with a wide opening and closing.

The ripples spread like a thousand bells ringing in unison.

The blade of the King Butcher Knife shook, and the sword qi condensed on the barren grass was also slightly dim from time to time.

Just by looking at this battle, you can know how strong the power of the two is!

If you change to any person, I am afraid that you will be directly cut dozens of meters away with a knife.

But this kind of powerful recoil, both of them responded to it one by one.

A normal person should take advantage of the situation to jump away, eliminate this power, and then close the distance and start attacking.

But this normal way, there is no such thing here.

Both of them relied on their bodies and muscles to withstand the backlash of each other's knife strength.

Xia Ji naturally didn't use all his strength, not even a tenth of his strength, he admired Pang Jing very much, the other party was like a tireless fighting machine.

The ghosting of the right arm makes each slash nearly open the mountain.

If Pang Jing at this time is allowed to fight against Tian Yuan, I am afraid that it will be fine.

Boom!!

After a blow of great power.

An almost thunderous burst of light.

Pang Jing frowned, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his lips, he licked his lips, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but he looked like he had drunk stimulants, and the whole person fell into a kind of madness.

His right arm became more and more terrifying, and the white muscles grew out with a bang, and it was twice as big as his left!

"Fight!!"

The giant knife in Pang Jing's hand suddenly shot out, Xia Ji jumped up, and Pang Jing immediately pounced, his boots stepped on the hilt of the giant knife, and his right hand pulled out a short knife from behind his back.

Like a mad tiger, he swooped down along the broad blade.

At the same time, the sword light is displayed.

Xia Ji's hand shook, and the knife qi on the barren grass condensed again, stepping on the blade of the knife and going upstream.

Bang bang!!

Both of them are on the king butcher knife, hand-to-hand combat, competing against each other!

In an instant, dozens of knives, hundreds of knives.

If it was just about strength, now it's about knife speed.

The disciples only looked at it staggeringly.

The two of them stepped on the giant sword, and their bodies were covered by dense sword light, and the bright spots were like cold stars, flickering endlessly.

Suddenly, Pang put away the knife in shock.

The barren grass between Xia Ji's fingers also disappeared the sword qi.

The two seem to have won the battle.

The huge man jumped from the knife, half-knelt on the ground and said, "Pang is shocked." ”

Xia Ji shook his head: "Brother Pang, your opponent shouldn't be me. ”

Pang was stunned for a moment, then got up and laughed arrogantly: "Pang knows that you have left a lot of strength.

But in any case, a wish has been granted.

Now I only want to stay in the Holy Gate, seeking a way to lift the curse on my right arm.

On weekdays, a certain person will be bound by iron chains, and when he can't control himself, he also asks the Holy Son to look at the friendship between you and me and give Pang a certain pleasure. ”

Xia Ji quietly looked at this swordsman who was also an enemy and a friend.

The latter has no fear of death, and his eyes are clean and clear: "Pang would rather die as a human than do ghost work." ”

Xia Ji looked around, looked at the disciples and said, "You guys should disperse first." ”

The junior brothers and sisters and the three followers naturally did not disobey.

People scattered.

The pavilion is empty.

Only the lake remains.

The leaves on the water are like boats.

The two of them sat on the stone steps outside the Dead Leaf Pavilion, watching the fallen leaves and flowers in the distance fall from the air with the wind, falling in the heart of the volcanic lake, spreading ripples.

"I didn't go the right way with you since I was a child, but I didn't want you to change my personality once, but my personality changed greatly, and I changed from enemies to close friends. Pang looked into the distance, as if he was in a memory, "Now Pang may be dying, but his state of mind is unprecedentedly calm, I don't have a woman, I don't have any relatives, I'm dead, you can help me write the tomb inscription on my stele, write whatever you want." ”

Xia Ji diverted the topic: "Do you drink?"

Pang laughed and said, "How can a swordsman drink?" I always reflect on it, and I never dare to let my mind appear to carry it, otherwise it will be a flaw. ”

Xia Ji smiled: "Just drink a jar, I drank it all, what are you coercing?"

Pang thought for a moment: "It sounds... It's not impossible. ”

A jar of fine wine was brought in.

The two of them sat by the lake, first did one altar, then began to dry the second altar, and then the third altar...

Pang Jing couldn't defeat Xia Ji in sword technique, so he let it go and wanted to drink Xia Ji down in the wine field.

After drinking the stars and moon like water, the wine jar beside the two of them had already piled up.

A heavy sigh came from Xia Ji's side.

"Pang only hopes that there will still be a kingdom after death, so that I can continue to fight with a sword, and if I can do this, it will make no difference anywhere. ”

"Brother Pang doesn't have to be so pessimistic, there may not be no way to lift this curse in the world. ”

"So-and-so is not afraid of death, because so-and-so has no attachment to the world, and the only thing he loves is the knife in his hand.

More than ten years ago, when you were at the Equatorial Gate, you were already the commander of the elite disciples, the high-ranking Holy Son, and I was still undergoing training, at that time I was surrounded by the people of the Equatorial Gate, and the partners around me were killed one by one, I was called the heavens should not be, and the earth was not spiritual, and then..." Pang Jing's eyes showed a look of pity, and he quietly stared at the knife on the side of his hand, "It was the knife that saved me." ”

Xia Ji began to listen to the strong man's nonsense at the bottom of the drunken Hutian Sea, one time to his youth, and the other to the north.

After a long time, Xia Ji suddenly said: "You use a knife to cut a hole in your right arm, I have a method of detoxification, maybe it can be useful." ”

Pang Jing didn't say much, his fingers swept over, and his right arm was suddenly dripping with blood, but the blood was gray-black blood.

Xia Ji also cut his finger, and then pointed at the black blood.

A cool breath rushed down his fingers into his body, as if he was also infected.

And this is the effect of Xia Ji.

Xia Ji said directly in his heart: "At the cost of this curse, exchange internal power." ”

Response: "It can be exchanged for one hundred and fifty internal strength, is it exchangeable?"

One hundred and fifty years?

It happens to be half of the internal force that can be exchanged for "Wenyang Jade Jian Qi Qi", is there a connection between this value?

While thinking, Xia Ji confirmed the exchange.

After getting used to the red, the true qi number became 8807 units.

The gray-black blood in the skin on Pang Jing's right arm was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the miserable white skin had not changed in any way.

It seems that part of the curse has been lifted, but the effects that have already been caused cannot be eradicated.

Xia Ji knew it.

In this way, Pang Jing should be fine, but he did it himself, but he snatched a ghost general from the underworld, and I don't know if it will bring any consequences.

But he had to do it.

Do something, don't do something.

He stood up in the night wind and called two night watch disciples to carry the drunken Pang Wei back to the house.

...

Early the next morning.

The hangover caused the stout young man lying on the bed to open his eyes suddenly, and he endured the headache, his hands were as fast as electricity, and he instinctively grabbed the knife.

This grasp was empty, his heart tightened, and his eyes hurriedly swept over, and he saw that his butcher knife was leaning against the wall in the morning glow.

Only then did he remember that he had been drinking with the Holy Son last night, and then he seemed to be carried back by his disciple, and shook his head with a wry smile, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pang Shock, Pang Shock, with a hero like him as your opponent, and drinking with you, and sending you to the end, this life is not unfulfilled..."He muttered to himself, but his expression was still inevitably lost.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that after death, he would never be able to fight again, and he would not be able to enjoy the thrill of fighting.

Suddenly, he noticed something unusual.

His eyes followed his mind and hurriedly looked at his right arm.

"What?!"

Pang was shocked, his skin was pale, and his gray veins had not changed, but the black blood in them had turned red, and the "cold, dormant" curse had disappeared.

The five fingers of the right hand are clasped tightly, and a sense of fit that is 100% controlled by oneself is born at the same time, and the true qi penetrates, clenched like thunder in the palm of the palm, full of a sense of power.

"The curse of the demon general is gone, and the power gained by this curse has not disappeared?"

Pang was stunned and watched the sunlight fall outside the window, and was a little distracted for a while.

He desperately thought back to the events of last night, and although the hangover headache had not completely dissipated, he was still thinking about it.

"The Son once asked me to cut my arm open... At that time, was it for me?"

Pang was shocked and groaned: "It should be, otherwise I wouldn't be able to recover." This kindness is a life-saving grace, and it will be repaid!"

The sturdy young man sorted out the cause and effect, and there was a trace of emotion in the tiger's eyes.

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