A low roar echoed in the workshop.
Zhang Yue's face was full of madness. If it weren't for Wei Yuan's sword, he would have pounced on the latter's neck. The demonic aura on his body, which was originally normal, was so strong that Wei Yuan's eyes hurt. Zhang Yue had completely turned into a demon, lost his reason, and only had instinct and desire for flesh and blood.
Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu's plea and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, his eyes had turned cold, the sword tip trembled, and a breath of energy directly shook Zhang Yue away, stepping heavily on Zhang Yue's chest. Under his physique that had gradually surpassed that of ordinary people, the demonized Zhang Yue was kicked several meters away.
The eight-sided Han sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to chase, and when he cut it down, he showed no mercy.
The way to really make swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds is undoubtedly actual combat.
Wei Yuan's swordsmanship is much better than his initial one. His sword moves are sharp and fierce, and every move is a life-threatening one. Zhang Yue, who was originally an ordinary person, can't compare with him. The embarrassed Taoist priest came to his senses, his face changed, and he urged the golden bell repeatedly, making Zhang Yue's attack more and more crazy.
Wei Yuan slashed down with a sword, and he and Zhang Yue crossed their arms and brushed past each other, bursting out a string of sparks.
Then he stepped back in an instant, stepped on a breeze, and appeared in front of the Taoist priest in a blink of an eye. He turned around and swept horizontally, and the sword tip trembled and made a long and shrill sound. This move had a huge flaw, but it was also very lethal. The Taoist priest seemed to be very bad at close combat and retreated repeatedly.
The eight-sided Han sword slashed to his waist, and a string of talismans was scattered.
A wound was cut on the Taoist priest's waist.
The sword power and momentum were endless. Wei Yuan pulled out the broken sword in his left hand, and after sweeping horizontally, he stepped forward and stabbed fiercely.
The broken sword pointed directly at his forehead.
The old Taoist retreated, but now he couldn't dodge the two swords.
Before he could use his moves, a whistling wind came from behind, and Zhang Yue rushed over with a roar. Wei Yuan had to roll to avoid it, and blocked the move backwards. There was a loud clanging sound, and Wei Yuan took the move forcefully. In addition, because he had stopped the force in the middle, he felt a sweet smell in his lungs for a while. He forced himself to exhale and shout, and forced Zhang Yue back with two swords.
However, Zhang Yue's palm tore his clothes and almost tore a crack.
If his footwork was a little worse, he might have been injured.
The old Taoist priest was frightened and retreated in a panic, shaking the golden bell repeatedly, saying fiercely:
"Kill him, kill him!"
"Where are the five rampant soldiers? Come to protect the law quickly, come to protect the law!"
The workshop was filled with gloomy air for a while. Many evil ghosts rushed out from behind the old Taoist priest. They were all wearing ancient military uniforms, and some were wearing armor with flags fluttering. They looked like elite soldiers. Wei Yuan took back the broken sword, picked up the evil-breaking talisman in his left hand, and wiped it on the sword. The sword energy was magnificent.
The many ghost soldiers were not a force to be reckoned with without the ghost general leading them.
They had rushed out of the villa before, but were beaten and fled in panic by Wei Yuan's sword energy and wind control move to pry open the demon power. Now seeing the short-haired Taoist priest raising a talisman and drawing a sword, with murderous aura all over his body, they were a little afraid to go over. The old Taoist priest was anxious and urged the talisman repeatedly, but these ghost soldiers were now scattered. You go forward and I go down, one side goes up and the other side retreats.
The old Taoist priest's Taoism was broken, and he couldn't drive them normally.
He shook the golden bell violently and asked Zhang Yue to act as a ghost general first.
There was a yellow talisman attached to the magic weapon, but the talisman on it was not cinnabar, but human blood.
Zhang Yue's three souls and seven spirits were trapped in this magic weapon.
The soul drives the body.
The old Taoist priest shouted hurriedly:
"Five rampant ghost generals, quickly listen to my orders, protect the law and kill the enemy!"
But this time Zhang Yue did not move.
The old Taoist priest said in a fierce and urgent voice: "Five rampant ghost generals, listen to my orders quickly!!"
"Hurry up and listen to my orders!"
Zhang Yue's movements were still stiff. Wei Yuan followed his line of sight and saw that his clothes had just been torn open by the strong wind, and a string of pendants was exposed and hanging outside. Zhang Yue's eyes were fixed on the string of pendants, his eyes widened. Although he had not regained consciousness, he was already in tears.
The old Taoist priest also noticed this.
His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He forced many ghost soldiers to kill Wei Yuan.
At the same time, a dark light flashed among the many ghost soldiers.
He himself ran towards the struggling Zhang Yue, only regretting that he had just been frightened back by the attack of the two swords. Now he was farther away from Zhang Yue. Wei Yuan raised his hand and shook the eight-sided Han sword in his hand. The situation was urgent. He pried open the demon power and slashed with a sword. The sword energy mixed with the gust of wind drove back the many ghost soldiers.
The broad sword in his palm was swung horizontally, and a long green needle hit the sword with a crisp sound.
The green needle turned into a green poisonous snake, which went around the sword and bit into Wei Yuan's palm.
The broken sword flashed and cut the snake in two.
At this time, the cunning old Taoist had already rushed to Zhang Yue's side, bit his finger, and used the blood from his fingertips to cast a talisman on Zhang Yue's back. It was a very fierce blood talisman. In a head-on fight, the old Taoist was definitely not Wei Yuan's opponent, but in terms of Taoism, rituals, and opening the altar, Wei Yuan could not match the left-handed old man.
In just a blink of an eye, the talisman head and talisman heart were completed, and the talisman foot fell immediately, and the blood talisman was completed.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to grab the pendant and threw it towards Zhang Yue. He raised his palm to control the wind. The demonic power at this moment was wrapped with a talisman for dispelling disasters and exorcising evil spirits. It fell in front of Zhang Yue with the pendant and shouted angrily:
"Xiaoyu is still waiting for you to go back!"
The old Taoist took the last step and said, "Get up!"
The talisman for dispelling disasters and exorcising evil spirits was burned to ashes.
And Zhang Yue's demonic aura was even more intense and heavy, reaching a level that made Wei Yuan feel pressured.
The roar of tigers and the cry of birds rose faintly behind him.
The old Taoist sneered and waved the golden bell, driving the three souls and seven spirits, and said calmly and loudly:
"Five demonic ghosts, quickly capture that man for me!"
Zhang Yue raised his head and roared, then turned around suddenly. Under the gaze of Wei Yuan holding the sword, he seemed to bite back the old Taoist like crazy, grabbed the old Taoist's arm with his palm, and bit it down with his sharp teeth. With a shrill scream, the old Taoist's arm holding the golden bell was directly bitten off.
The golden bell fell to the ground.
The demonized Zhang Yue bit the old Taoist priest madly.
With a panicked low shout, the old Taoist priest's clothes deflated, and only a black man made of dry grass remained, full of evil spirit. It just split from the center of the eyebrows, and the evil spirit on it was also dispersed.
The method of taking the place of death to prevent disasters.
Wei Yuan recognized this technique, but there was still the blood of the old Taoist priest who had just been cut on the sword. The thousand-mile tracking talisman was there, and the old Taoist priest would definitely not be able to run far. Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Yue. The demonized Zhang Yue seemed to be crazy, biting and tearing the broken arm madly and swallowing it.
When Qingming came down, most of the arm had been bitten.
Zhang Yue's face changed and he retched violently.
Then he fell to the ground. The golden bell contained his blood and a wisp of soul. Now he had attacked the old Taoist priest. This technique was directly reversed. Zhang Yue trembled, touched his face, the scales on his arms, and the white fluff between the scales. He opened his mouth and burst into tears.
Finally, he wailed.
Wei Yuan was speechless and leaned down to pick up the blood-stained pendant.
Zhang Yue looked at his hand and felt his instinctive desire for human flesh and blood. He looked at Wei Yuan with tears in his eyes:
"Xiao Yu..."
Wei Yuan said: "She's fine."
The voice paused and said: "She said she doesn't blame you anymore."
Zhang Yue touched the pendant and laughed, but tears came out again. He wiped his tears, put the pendant aside, looked at Wei Yuan who didn't move his feet, saw the broken sword on his waist, and said: "Brother, lend me your sword."
Wei Yuan was speechless, pulled out the sharp weapon with his backhand, and threw it to Zhang Yue.
The broken sword was stuck upside down on the ground.
Zhang Yue pulled out the sword, inserted it into his arm with his backhand, his face pale, then roared and pried up the inhuman scales piece by piece, threw them on the ground, and scraped off the white fluff that grew with the sword blade. After scraping off the scales, his right arm was already bloody and fleshy, and then scraped off the left arm in turn, and removed the white fluff on his face as well.
He looked bloody, but he looked like a human.
Zhang Yue held the sword with both hands and returned it to Wei Yuan, then staggered to his feet, crushed the golden bell with one foot, and burst into tears: "Brother... I'm not a demon, right? I'm not a demon, I'm a human, I'm a human..."
"I beg you, please, save Xiaoyu."
"She is so young, she doesn't know anything yet, I just want her to be alive, I just want her to be alive."
The man burst into tears, kowtowed heavily on the ground, and held Wei Yuan's trouser leg tightly with his palm.
Wei Yuan raised his hand to support him, then paused.
His energy was gone.
Zhang Yue did not want to be a man-eating demon, so he took the initiative to crush the golden bell of his life. He had already died, and his soul had been backfired by the evil magic and had dissipated. His hand was still tightly grasping the pendant. Wei Yuan leaned over, picked up the pendant, and wore it on his chest. After a pause, he picked up the yellow talisman and said slowly:
"The Supreme Command, transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts and spirits, and all four lives will be blessed."
"Those with heads will be transcended, those without heads will be promoted, spears will be killed, knives will be killed, and people will jump into the water and hang on ropes."
"Die openly or secretly, die unjustly, creditors and enemies, and children who seek death."
"Imperial command to save everyone, and quickly reincarnate, Imperial command to save everyone, and quickly reincarnate."
Zhang Yue's obsession slowly dissipated.
His hand was still tightly grasping Wei Yuan, who said:
"Don't worry, Xiaoyu has never done anything evil... I will try my best to find a proper place for her."
After a struggle, he finally let go.
Wei Yuan turned around and passed Zhang Yue.
He raised his hand and drew his sword.
He was full of murderous intent.