The old monster stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Who are they?

The mad monk replied: "The great monk is a damned person, it doesn't matter what he was called before, if you must want to know who the great monk is, just call the great monk crazy monk!"

"What about them?" asked the Old Monster coldly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Baifutong arched his hand and said: "Evil bat Baifutong, you must have heard of it!"

"Not bad, not bad!" the Changbai old monster nodded, "Don't be hurt by you, the old man is not wronged!"

"Gambling on the overlord She Pocai!" She Pocai said loudly.

The Changbai Old Monster snorted coldly and said, "You are the worst!"

She Pocai laughed and said: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating!"

"I hope you remember this!" The Changbai Old Monster turned his face, looked at Yutangchun, and asked, "Presumably you are the jade-faced fox Yutangchun!"

Yutangchun chuckled: "Yes, Changbai Old Monster, if you are not injured, the slave family is not your opponent!"

The Changbai old monster didn't answer, but turned to the mad monk and said, "Crazy monk, presumably among the four of you, the highest martial arts belongs to you! Come on, use your most powerful martial arts to kill the old man!" Don't let the old man have any regrets!"

"I'm sorry, Old White Monster!" the mad monk nodded, and slowly raised his hand, his chubby palm changing between snow-white and red.

The Changbai old monster's face was a little surprised, and then he was relieved, and said with a miserable smile: "The old man knows who you are, and he died under your palm, and he didn't insult the old man!"

The mad monk didn't answer, he walked towards the Changbai Old Monster step by step, and then stood a step away from him, and slapped his palm towards the Changbai Old Monster's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

At that moment, the Changbai old man smiled strangely, suddenly slapped his palm on his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of foul-smelling pus and blood from his mouth, and spit it out towards the mad monk. The pus, blood, and smell were incomparably sweet, and the mad monk felt dizzy after only one sip, which was obviously extremely poisonous.

The mad monk was startled, held his breath, and turned to one side to let go of the mouthful of pus and blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Changbai old monster took the last breath of true qi, swept back, grabbed two more soldiers, and threw them at the mad monk, blocking the mad monk's way.

While fleeing from the Changbai old monster, he laughed and said: "Li Congren, I didn't expect it, the old man still has this hand, the old man has practiced the blood magic skill for thirty years, but he is worried about this moment." It's still too late for you to use your skills to drive away drugs. The old man is gone, Bai Futong, She Pocai, Yutangchun, you wait, when the old man recovers from his injuries, he will definitely settle accounts with you!"

As soon as the words fell, the Changbai old monster had already escaped from the woods......

The mad monk roared angrily: "Changbai old monster, what kind of hero are you, you have lost the face of the world's first-class masters!"

"Plop", "plop", "plop", the Yang soldier who was standing closer to the Changbai old monster fell down dozens of people at once, all spitting black blood, and they couldn't live when they saw it.

The mad monk came to his senses and shouted: "Everyone retreat quickly, hold your breath, this blood is extremely poisonous, and it will be poisoned if you smell it!"

Hearing this, those soldiers of the Yang army were still willing to stay in the woods, and they all rushed out of the woods, and in the process of escaping, people kept falling to the ground and dying.

The defeat was like a mountain, and when Yang Zhan and the others escaped from the forest and counted the soldiers and horses, they found that there were less than 800 people left, plus the 200 elite horsemen who were originally left outside the woods, there were less than 1,000 people, and there were no less than 400 soldiers who died under the poisonous blood of the Changbai old monster.

As for those masters of the rivers and lakes, no one died under the poisonous blood, but there were only ten third-rate masters left, and only one second-rate master was left after Yang Zhan himself.

These more than 1,000 people looked depressed and had no fighting spirit, but they were afraid that they would not be able to use it for a long time.

Yang Zhan was angry and hateful, and secretly cursed the Changbai old monster for being vicious, and fled in a hurry with the remnants of the defeated army.

The casualties on Li Fengyun's side were much lighter, because of the proper arrangement, five third-rate masters died, three of them were black-clothed guards, one was a master of the White Tiger Hall, and one was a master from Qingping Town.

The twelve black-clothed guards who were hiding in the trees were not injured in the first place, but because of the pus and blood of the Changbai old monster, six of them died. This made Li Fengyun hate it so much that the roots of his teeth itched.

Fortunately, although the poison of the septic blood was fierce, the people who survived were strong in martial arts, and the poisoning was not deep, and it took more than half an hour to expel the poisonous gas from the body.

The mad monk set another fire and burned the forest to the ground, so as not to harm others.

Li Fengyun asked what this poison powder was, and the mad monk sighed and explained: "It is an evil sect of rivers and lakes, this kung fu originally came from the extreme west, also called the poison magic skill, it is extremely difficult to practice, and to practice this skill, at the beginning, you had to find thirty-six virgins who were yin with eight characters, and take the blood of their hearts, which was extremely cruel, and it is said that it has long been lost."

Unexpectedly, the Changbai old monster actually obtained the secret of this evil sect skill and let him refine it.

To achieve this skill, it is first necessary to collect more than ten kinds of poisons, including poison, corpse poison, crane top red, etc., supplemented by various precious medicinal materials, as well as the blood of the thirty-six girls, to make a poison powder and take it, and use a unique method to refine a mouthful of poisonous blood, and gather this poisonous blood in the heart.

This step is said to be very dangerous, and the slightest mistake can cause the cultivator to be poisoned to death. Even if there were no mistakes, only two or three out of ten people would survive.

After that, he took all kinds of highly poisonous things every day, and used his unique internal strength and mental method to refine the poisonous sacrifice into that poisonous blood, and the longer the cultivation time, the greater the power of that poisonous blood, and the stronger the cultivator's skill would be. No wonder the Changbai Old Monster is so profound, it turns out that he is practicing this evil skill.

That mouthful of poisonous blood can not only spit out and hurt people, but more importantly, after spitting out this mouthful of poisonous blood, the cultivator can stimulate a very powerful potential. That's why the Landrace Monster was able to escape. ”

After listening to the explanation of the mad monk, Li Fengyun knew that the Changbai old monster also had a strange fate to win people, and yes, there are so many masters in the rivers and lakes, and there are only one or two hundred people who can really practice to the first-class realm, which one does not have their own chances? Who doesn't have a trick to save his life?

The ten black-clad guards who were guarding the horses converged and the dead were hastily buried.

The rivers and lakes are like this, especially in troubled times, the brothers who sat together yesterday and talked and laughed, maybe today there will be people and ghosts, leaving only a touch of sadness in their hearts, since they are also Jianghu people, sooner or later there will be this day.

"The wild grass is boundless, and the aspen is also bleak.

In the middle of September, I was sent out of the suburbs.

There are no people living on all sides, and the high graves are bananas.

The horse is looking up to the sky, and the wind is self-depressed.

......”

Someone sang loudly, the song was sad and sad, and there was a sense of freedom from the dust, and the wind of Xiao Xiao, reflecting the remnant sun of the west slope, more of a sense of the strong man is gone.

“......

Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang.

Dead He Zudao, the body is the same mountain. (Note 1)

Everyone jumped on their horses and continued to hurry, heading to Xinzhou

Note 1: Taken from the third song of Tao Yuanming's "Three Songs of Elegy".