The beggar only cared about making a joke about Wu Zhiyuan, and carelessly, the intestines hanging under the dartle's head suddenly rolled up, wrapping the beggar's neck tightly.

The beggar obviously didn't expect that the organs that fell from the flying head of the drought could still move freely, so he couldn't think of a way to solve it for a while. After the intestines were wrapped around the neck, they suddenly tightened, and the situation was similar to that of a big snake entangled Wu Zhiyuan, but its strength was far more fierce and fierce than that of a big snake.

After the first move, only the head of the skull flashed a hideous and smug smile on his face. In fact, the flying head is very dangerous, far more powerful than what is shown now, but the body of the drought fish was destroyed by fire, and the head of the body naturally lost considerable power.

The beggar soon suffered what Wu Zhiyuan had just suffered, but in fact, his situation was even more difficult, and strangling his neck was more fatal than his body.

The intestines are originally soft organs, but the drought has been dead for more than 100 years, and its body has long been stiff, and even the internal organs are soft and hard, which is not comparable to ordinary flesh and blood. In a moment, the beggar was purple-faced, and if it weren't for the vitality and cultivation, he would have been tired and broken his neck, and his life would have been whimpered.

The beggar gasped for breath, knowing that he would surely die if he continued like this, and after meditating for a while, he had a way to deal with it. He grabbed the head of the dry fish hard, and at the same time sank into the dantian, his abdomen swelled, and then his cheeks also bulged, and suddenly he exerted his strength, and a large mouthful of white wine overflowed from the stomach, passed through the esophagus, and squirted out of his mouth after the worst. A person with a high level of vitality cultivation can swallow the food, water and wine that has already entered his stomach at will, and this trick is not a problem for beggars.

The maro and the beggar faced each other, and this sip of wine was sprayed right on the marquid's face. After pouring the wine on his face, there was a "silky" sound, and at the same time wisps of green smoke rose and the drought's face was destroyed, and he rolled backwards to the ground with a scream, and at the same time released the intestines that were wrapped around the beggar.

The beggar's body trembled, jumped off Wu Zhiyuan's shoulders, and landed behind Wu Zhiyuan. Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt a shock to his whole body, his limbs were about to move freely, and he was about to scold the beggar when he turned around, but he saw him looking ahead with a solemn face, knowing that the situation was not good, he closed his open mouth again, and followed the beggar's gaze to see that the head of the drought was rolling on the ground with its intestines a few times, and suddenly rose straight into the air.

Wu Zhiyuan concentrated, stared directly at the drought in mid-air, and found the Blood Shadow Demon Knife lying on the ground not far in front of him, if he got the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, Wu Zhiyuan was absolutely sure that he could cut off the organs hanging under the head of the Drought Fish.

With this in mind, he suddenly rolled on the ground, intending to pick up the magic knife on the ground. The dwarf was defenseless, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he swooped down at the same time as Wu Zhiyuan made a move, and at the same time his fangs were exposed, and he came straight to Wu Zhiyuan's neck.

Wu Zhiyuan was bent on getting the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, and he didn't leave any room for himself at all, seeing the drought swooping towards him, his heart was terrified, but at this time, his body was like an arrow from the string that was difficult to recover, so he simply used the vitality of his whole body and accelerated towards the Blood Shadow Demon Knife.

Wu Zhiyuan and the Blood Shadow Demon Knife were only three zhang apart, and the distance was not large, but both of them were very fast, and they could make a lot of moves in such a short distance. Wu Zhiyuan was determined to win, so he simply put his heart on the side and ignored the attack of the drought.

At this moment, two "whoosh" sounded in succession, and two Dao talismans shot towards the drought fish like two lightning bolts, and it was a beggar who helped him without asking.

As if he knew the power of the Dao Dao Talisman, he suddenly stopped the speed of his forward rush in mid-air, and then rushed upward. Its trajectory is like a broken line, and the speed and direction are completely arbitrary.

After the drought fish suddenly changed direction, it did not stop for a moment, but kept changing its direction in the air, flying in all directions, Wu Zhiyuan fixed his eyes, and the original two Dao talismans were like long eyes, chasing after the drought fish. Looking at the beggar again, at this time, his hands kept waving, it turned out that the Dao talisman had become like a flying sword, and the commander was the beggar.

At this time, the drought is facing a desperate situation, and there is only a tendency to escape, and there is no way to fight back, so it is a good time to eradicate him in one go. Wu Zhiyuan drew the Blood Shadow Demon Knife with a "bang", and he was not in a hurry to attack, his eyes were always staring at the drought, just waiting to find the right time to hit with one move!

"Go!" Wu Zhiyuan suddenly burst into the air with a loud shout, and the magic knife in his right hand slashed out violently, slashing at the head of the drought fish.

Just listened to the sound of "dang", as if two pieces of hard iron hit each other, the Blood Shadow Demon Knife did not hurt him at all after slashing at the skull of the Dry Fish, which was really unexpected by Wu Zhiyuan, in his impression, the Blood Shadow Demon Knife has always been a sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay, how could it not even cut the head of a zombie?

Although Wu Zhiyuan's blow did not cause direct damage to the Drought Talisman, he delayed the opportunity to evade the pursuit of the Dao Talisman, only to hear a bang, the two Dao Talismans struck back and forth, directly hitting the Drought Devil's flying head, and after the hit, the two Dao Talismans spontaneously combusted at the same time, and the Drought Devil's head instantly turned into a fireball and fell to the ground.

The drought's flying head landed without any screams, as if it had been killed after being hit by the Dao Talisman.

The beggar rushed forward with an arrow, and at some point there was an extra Five Emperors Bronze Coin Sword in his hand, and the two fingers of his left hand swiped the sword body, and the sword in his right hand stabbed vertically towards the head of the Drought Fish, until it reached the handle.

It was only then that the beggar breathed a complete sigh of relief.

"The grievances between you and me for a hundred years can be regarded as an end at this point." The beggar looked at the burning head of the marry, and muttered thoughtfully.

Wu Zhiyuan squatted on the ground, looked around at the top of Longshan Mountain, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart, because of this drought, several generations of people in Wujia Village have not been at peace for a hundred years, Sheng Wanxiang's life is in danger, and the life and death of the Moon Shadow Fuxian are uncertain. However, after so much, it finally came to an end.

In the past two months, Wu Zhiyuan has grown from a hairy boy who does not understand the world to a young man with his own opinions, emotions and abilities, which cannot but be said to be a lot of wealth, although he has obtained a lot of real gold and silver.

What excites Wu Zhiyuan the most is that he has a deeper understanding of the Maoshan faction, and he has also learned the top-secret Xuanmen Taoist method of the Maoshan faction, "Guiyuan Zhenjing", which is one step closer to his desire to become a disciple of Maoshan. With the help of the Maoshan faction this time, Wujia Village was relieved of the difficulties of a hundred years, and presumably his parents would never be so decisive to prevent him from becoming a disciple of Maoshan.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan noticed the mysterious beggar beside him, he turned his head, and secretly wanted to ask the other party directly, whether it was really a Maoshan disciple who needed to be tempted to do it.

"Do you know Zhang Zefang?" After pondering for a moment, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly asked.