Chapter 3185: The Battle of the Valley of the Medicine King 6
At this time, near the wooden house in Yaowang Valley, Yaowang and Dialect had been fighting for a long time. Although they were powerful when they shot, in fact, neither of them did their best. Each other is timid and has some scruples. With their cultivation base, if they let go of their hands and feet to fight, it will definitely be a landslide and the earth will crack, and the world will change color. However, in this way, the nearby spiritual medicines will inevitably be destroyed. Medicine King regards these medicines as life. This can be seen from the fact that he has to live and die with the whole mountain of spiritual medicines, and the dialect also wants to put these The medicinal materials are known to exist. Therefore, in order to prevent those precious medicinal materials from being affected, the two suppressed their respective strengths and fought back and forth based on their skills. For hundreds of years, Medicine King has been concentrating on researching the art of medicine pills, and rarely engages in combat. In terms of skills, it can be said that the seven orifices have passed through the six orifices, and none of them have been understood. Compared with the experienced dialect talents, it is not an opponent. Fortunately, he usually refined a lot of strange medicinal herbs, with different effects. With the help of these medicinal herbs, it was barely a draw with the dialect.
The dialect has been invincible for a long time, and I can't help but feel restless. His sword stance changed, and his power gradually increased. Facing his attack, Yao Wang jumped up and down, dodging while turning around and throwing two red balls. When the two red pills approached Fang Yancai's body, the sound of "Bang" turned into two fireworks, covering Dialect Cai's body.
The dialect snorted coldly, his whole body burst out with true energy, and immediately dispelled those fireworks. He said angrily: "Old guy, if you have the kind, just have a good fight with the old man head-on, don't use these frivolous things." Yao Wang sneered: "You have a long sword in your hand, and my old man But nothing. Fighting you face-to-face, I will definitely suffer. If you have the seed, don't use the technique of the sword."
Only then did the dialect say coldly, "Old guy, if you fall into my hands, I will definitely ask you to experience life rather than death." The King of Medicine sneered, "Stop talking so much nonsense, and catch me first." After speaking, he threw another white ball. The ball fell to the ground, and a white mist suddenly rose up, blocking the line of sight. Only then did the dialect hum: "It's a fool's errand to want to use this trick to deal with me." As he spoke, he spread his spiritual knowledge and searched for the Medicine King. Suddenly, he heard the sound of two bursts of air, and immediately turned around, waving his long sword to greet him. Through his spiritual sense, he could clearly sense that two pills were hitting him. He sneered, then swung the sharp sword, and the tip of the sword accurately stabbed the two pills.
However, at this moment, I saw the two pills suddenly burst open, and two cold frosts instantly enveloped Dialecticcai's body. Not only that, the frosty air quickly condensed into ice cubes, which sealed the dialect. At the same time, a stern aura shot towards his back from behind as fast as lightning. Fang Yancai's complexion changed slightly, and he was busy running the infuriating energy in his body, shattering the ice cubes condensed around him. However, at this time, the fierce aura was less than a meter away from him, and it was too late to resist.
Startled, Dialect hurriedly dodged to the side. But after all, he was still a step late, and a beam of cold light flew over his shoulder, bringing a trace of bright red blood.