The lion suddenly realized that he was not hit by a sword.

There are thousands of swords...

Every drop of the drizzle hitting your face is like a sword, and...it's all tempered with strong poison...

Suffered, poisoned.

These demon gods who have mastered the beast have never eaten any poison in the wild mountains and wild mountains. They generally have a certain degree of poison resistance, but they cannot withstand being stabbed by poisonous swords so many times.

The lion demon was dizzy for a moment, feeling numb in his hands and feet, and with sluggish energy and blood. He instantly understood the principle that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

"Despicable, despicable villain! Ugh——!!"

The lion demon, whose white fur was dyed red with blood, made a quick decision and punched the midsection, causing six large mouths of blood to spurt out blood and thick juice like a fountain.

"Horr—! Despicable villain! Ugh! You can't kill me! Ugh! You can't kill me! Ouch! Ouch!"

Yes, although the thousands of swords were terrifying, they were just skin wounds like drizzle of bee stings. Even if they applied strong poison and temporarily injured the lion demon, they did not touch the vital points and could not save its life.

The effect of poison is also limited. Maybe it will damage the veins and internal organs over time. Maybe some illusion paralysis effects will work wonders in battle. But in the end, talking about the effect regardless of the dose is just a hooligan. How can this lion be so big? How can it be so easy?

He was poisoned to death, but to be forced to do this by a Jindan girl is really a loss of face.

Asha also understood that now was actually the time when the lion demon was in chaos and totally unprepared, so it was time to kill with one sword.

But now she can't move a finger.

It's already the limit.

Asha could only lie quietly on the ground, staring through the spider's tentacles at the lion demon who was taking out his own mouth and rinsing his stomach.

Seeing that the chance of victory that I had finally worked out with great difficulty gradually slipped away from my eyes.

As long as there is one, as long as there is a helper nearby, there is a chance of winning.

But it didn't happen. Just now, the lion demon roared wildly and bombed indiscriminately. The nearby Zhushan disciples were probably beaten to pieces, and no one came to help.

For a moment, looking at the lion in front of her and the spider crawling down from her face, Asha's eyes suddenly flashed with a revolving door.

She suddenly recalled ten years ago, when Lei Ze was rescued.

It's a pity that senior brother and senior Huangfu were disappointed.

Yes, she is not the kind of genius who is born with a heart for the sword.

He is not the kind of sword ghost who has special knowledge and specialization in a certain style among the five styles.

Not to mention the ability to have a photographic memory, to master something once learned, and to draw inferences from one instance.

She only knows that hard work can make up for weakness.

Therefore, in the past ten years, she will practice and polish Xuantian's five moves every day and every move more diligently.

I believe that hard work accumulated over time will pay off one day.

This 'reward' does not mean that she hopes that when the critical moment comes, she can really be like someone, leapfrogging monsters, choosing a golden elixir to transform into a god, a Yuanying to choose a method, and overcoming tribulations and destroying the way of heaven.

It's not that she wants others to see this kind of hardship, recognize this kind of diligence, and count on flying swords, magical skills, talismans, elixirs, and all kinds of investments and returns.

Asha just hopes that with this diligence, she can hold on a little longer, work hard a little longer, and stay a little longer in this cruel and beautiful world full of dangers.

It seems like grandma ordered it.

Even if there is only one left, we must live...

As if he heard her thoughts, the toad on his back crawled over, opened his mouth and spit out a sticky talisman.

I didn't want to use it originally.

Because Senior Huangfu said that you can never survive the disaster by relying on others.

but,

Sure enough, I still don’t want to die…

"Senior brother..."

"Hehehe, despicable poisonous woman, it's useless to be afraid now! It's useless to beg my senior brother! It's useless to beg my father to sue my grandma! It's made me lose all face! How could I let you die so easily? Ouch!

"

At this time, the lion demon, which had already vomited and exchanged a round of blood, and had eliminated the effects of toxins in the body, was able to fight again. It jumped up and roared to the sky with six songs, and the sound shook the mountains!

Then a breeze blew by, and the lion's head rolled to the ground, like a grape that had lost its vine.

Asha, "..."

"Sigh, it's still a little bit worse, but with this basic skill, I can barely pass it, so it's considered passable."

The girl's voice floated like a breeze and reached my ears.

The short-haired girl with tattoos on her shoulders and back squatted in front of Asha with her cheeks in her hands, and with a flick of her finger, she flew away the spiders and toads that were guarding her with their claws and bulging cheeks.

"This technique of yours is also quite interesting. You raise these poisonous insects to temper the five qi, and refine your breath into a sword. Although you have taken a sideways approach, it can be regarded as the true inheritance of my sword sect... You came up with it yourself.

?”

Although Yue Po has been incarnated for ten years, she often practices beside Li Fan or goes out to slay demons. No other living person has ever seen her sword spirit.

Although Asha didn't know Yue Po's true form, the time limit of her skills had expired, and the potency of the medicine had been used up in one move. Her true energy was exhausted, her hands and feet were cold, her muscles and bones were weak, and she was unable to resist. But look at the short-haired girl in front of her.

The girl wore the seal of the Sword Sect and beheaded six lion demons with just one move. Knowing that she was probably the protector of her senior brother, she answered honestly,

"Senior Huangfu taught me this."

"Oh, I guess so."

Yue Po moved his hand, and Shi Jianwan, who had been knocked down by the lion demon, took it into his hand and looked at it.

"You have used this frost stone too much. Over the years of killing demons, it has suffered too much wear and tear. It has also been knocked down by demons and damaged its foundation. It needs to be taken back for overhaul. Huh?"

Yue Po suddenly heard this, turned around and looked around, and saw the moment when the headless body of the lion demon fell to the ground, and when it transformed into the original lion body, he suddenly took advantage of the situation and kicked off, and flew out. At the same time, the huge blood flow from the neck

The wound of the sword produced a bloody mouth with unfulfilled fangs. With a roar, he picked up the head of a lion on the ground and jumped up into the clouds to escape.

"The seventh life has almost been cultivated, and monsters are cultivating very quickly these days."

Yue Po handed the frost stone sword pill back to Asha, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, he placed another purple-black pearl-like sword pill in her palm.

"I won't take your chance, so I'll help you. Remember my name..."

Then the girl's figure turned into purple light and disappeared, as if it was just a bubble of nothingness, a scene in Asha's revolving door.

But the real feeling of the sword pill in the hand,

And the lion is running wildly,

Everyone told Asha this was not a dream.

she is still alive,

She still wants to live,

"Xuyue Soul, take out the sheath."
Chapter completed!