Situ Yong is in a bad state.

Although Liu Wenzhong had just reached the fourth level of cultivation, the realm of the two was very different. Situ Yong's three main magic weapons were completely destroyed, and the last close-fitting body-protecting magic weapon was completely damaged and completely scrapped.

The spiritual power in Situ Yong's dantian Qihai was turbulent. Even if he fought with Liu Wenzhong for a while, he might explode and die.

Now let alone the flying sword of the imperial envoy, Situ Yong would not even use the simplest small magic to strengthen the five senses. If it weren't for the Baili Talisman exchanged from the Xianmo Sect, Situ Yong would have died long ago.

Situ Yong came here to seize the time to heal his wounds, and then took Wang Gan and the foolish boy to the Xianmo Sect to avoid Liu Wenzhong's pursuit and then try to have funeral.

The ruined temple was silent. Situ Yong walked into the ruined house and saw Hu Zi lying quietly on the ground, but Wang Gan was not seen.

Situ Yong knew that his disciple was unstable and liked to linger in the place where he was a sensual and sensual place, so he must have gone to Shanyin City for fun again. At this time, Situ Yong didn't care about being angry, and immediately meditated cross-legged, took out several bottles of elixirs from his arms and took them one by one, and began to practice and recover from his injuries.

The main hall of the dilapidated temple is nearly three meters high, with three main beams and countless wooden rafters on the roof, which makes people think of the scene when the incense was in its prime. However, due to years of disrepair, the original color of these things was no longer visible.

On the wooden beam directly above, Yang Xiu held the white deer sword in his hand and hung it upside down on the beam without moving. Only two eyes on his body turned slightly with Situ Yong's movements.

At this time, Yang Xiu held his breath and concentrated, his body did not tremble, breathed, or even his heartbeat.

The special exercises recorded in the "Heart Sutra" can not only allow the monks to calm their minds and concentrate on their practice, but also allow their physical body to enter a state similar to death if they are used to the extreme.

In addition, Yang Xiu also pasted several Taoist talismans tailored for night walkers on his body, which could hide his breath to a certain extent.

If it were normal times, even if Yang Xiu was fully prepared, lying on the head of a Qihai Cultivator would be purely seeking death. Now Yang Xiu bets that the other party regards the ruined temple as a secret stronghold, and is seriously injured, his vigilance has greatly reduced and he will not bother to search.

Yang Xiu stared at Situ Yong taking pills and meditated cross-legged until he slowly entered the state of cultivation. The temple was silent, with only Hu Zi's snoring and Situ Yong's long breathing.

After a while, Yang Xiu slowly changed the angle of the White Deer Sword slightly, aimed at Situ Yong at the diagonal bottom, then loosened his hands and feet and let go of the wooden beams, and fell silently.

Like a predatory gecko.

As it was about to land, Yang Xiu gathered all his spiritual power and suddenly slashed the white deer sword into Situ Yong's neck, with a hint of joy in his eyes:

I can't stab you to death if I'm so close!?

But as the sword tip pierced into Situ Yong's body, Situ Yong, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and stared at Yang Xiu, and at the same time, he directly grabbed the sword blade of the long sword with his right hand. With a sharp sound of "Ga Zhizhi", he threw Yang Xiu out with a swing of his arm.

Yang Xiu shouted inwardly, turned around in the air to restore balance, and at the same time, his left hand trembled suddenly, and a Taoist talisman had shot at Situ Yong's back.

"Ba!Ba!"

There were two consecutive crisp sounds. The first sound was the flying sword transformed from Taoist talisman stabbing Situ Yong's chest, and the second sound was the sound of Yang Xiu landing steadily on the ground.

After landing, Yang Xiu looked happy and then radiated forward. The Bailu sword accurately held the other party's Qihai acupoint, and the tip of the sword pierced the other party's skin without any obstacles.

Qihai acupoint is the fatal weakness of every monk.

During the Qihai period, the cultivator can only use his spiritual power to strengthen his body's limitations after leaving the body tempering stage and begin to store spiritual power in the Qihai Dantian. The Qihai acupoint of the cultivator is controlled, which is equivalent to an ordinary person being held by a sword to hold his throat.

"Situ Yong, I know you have that kind of green pill in your arms, so it's better to save money,"

Yang Xiu stared at Situ Yong with all his attention, and reached into the other person's arms to find something. At the same time, he slightly signaled the other person's bloody palm with his eyes, and warned: "My sword is a magic weapon."

Situ Yong's face was cold and he didn't say a word. He stared at Yang Xiu with surprise and anger in his eyes, but more of it was puzzled: How could Yang Xiu be here!?

It’s not that Situ Yong doesn’t want to speak, but that he can’t speak. He just twisted the White Deer Sword and had consumed Situ Yong’s only remaining spiritual power. As long as Yang Xiu put in a little force, Situ Yong’s energy will be destroyed and his cultivation will be in vain.

To Yang Xiu's expectations, Situ Yong had not many items on his body. There was only one broken scroll, two seriously damaged, and the prototype objects could no longer be seen. The only one small purple-gold cloth bag was left.

A cultivator with a high level of cultivation can bring magic weapons and magic weapons into his body. It is not enough to see that these three things are damaged too seriously. Obviously, Situ Yong already believes that there is no need for that.

Who did the other party meet? The situation is so miserable?

Yang Xiu suppressed his doubts and threw a few things away from each other.

Just now, Yang Xiu had already seen that the opponent's injury was more serious than he thought. If an immortal cultivator in the Qihai period could use half of his spiritual power, his ending would be to be killed on the spot by the opponent's flying sword.

The flying sword of an immortal cultivator moves with his heart, which is much faster than his own mountain-sliding sword technique.

"How did you do the tiger?" Yang Xiu asked coldly.

"Ahem...I don't know,"

Situ Yong coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of blood. His white beard and Taoist robe were dyed bright red, looking both pitiful and helpless. "Yang Xiu, why did you attack me? You want to betray the master..."

"Old dog, don't pretend to be like me,"

Yang Xiu squatted down, squinted his eyes and looked at the helpless and pitiful old man in front of him, but there was no sympathy in his eyes, "Wang Qian is dead, there is no need for us to play the puzzle. Do you know what I want."

Situ Yong's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and then he returned to normal.

Watching Yang Xiu enter the Tianshu Pavilion from a pedantic scholar until he becomes Lin Shuangchen's apprentice, Situ Yong knew Yang Xiu's personality too well, so he did not try to use the great principles and the Tianshu Pavilion to suppress the other party. Countless plans flashed through his mind and said in an instigative tone:

"I understand...My friend Yang Xiu, in addition to Tianshu Mountain, I have two other secret caves. I will tell you the location, or I will take you to get it. The elixirs and spiritual herbs and countless magic weapons and weapons inside will belong to you. What do you think?"

"No, I'm actually more interested in what you've done before,"

Yang Xiu shook his head slightly, squatted on the ground and looked straight at Situ Yong, and asked word by word: "Is it you who asked Wang Qian to set fire to my house?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Situ Yong's forehead, his face was pale and without any blood. He paused and said, "That was a misunderstanding. I originally asked Yang Shaotian and Wang Gan..."

"I understand," Yang Xiu interrupted the other party, smiled even more vigorously, his eyes narrowed into two lines, and the sword edge of the Bailu Sword went deeper into Situ Yong's Qihai acupoint. The dignified Qihai period monk let out a strange muffled groan, with a very painful expression.

"etc!"

Situ Yong endured the severe pain of his anger being torn apart and said loudly: "Don't you want to save your brother? Kill me, no one can untie the seal spell for him!"
Chapter completed!