Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Changge's swordsmanship was superb. The soft sword could be soft or hard, like a phantom snake, and after drilling into Changqing's chest, it began to stir wildly.

For a moment, blood gushed out of Changqing's mouth, and fragments of his internal organs were all vomited out by him.

After the soft sword crushed his internal organs, it cut into the gap of the joints and actually removed his entire arm from the inside out.

After such a serious injury, Changqing's body could no longer support it and fell backwards, but Changge was not ready to give up.

He had made up his mind and wanted to kill the evil here, at this time, at this moment.

He wanted to use the phantom sword to crush Changqing's internal organs, then remove his limbs from the inside out, and finally cut off his head.

But just when Changge was about to move his sword further, Changqing suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade on his chest.

His fallen figure used this as support and barely stood in place.

"Puff"

He spit out a large mouthful of blood again.

The soft sword was still wreaking havoc in his body, but he smiled slightly.

His mouthful of red blood made his teeth look creepy white.

Wait, red blood?

Changge suddenly felt something was wrong, but he didn't react for a while.

"Almost... it..."

A vague voice suddenly came from Changqing's mouth.

Almost? What is almost?

Changge felt uneasy, but all the facts told him that victory was within reach.

But Changqing's pale face, cold eyes, and creepy smile made this feeling of uneasiness worse.

"Mysterious! Die!"

Changge roared, as if to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

He had consumed more than 50% of his spiritual power, and he no longer held back at this moment. He used all his strength to activate the sword spirit to directly cut off Changqing's neck and give him a fatal blow.

But the next moment.

His eyes suddenly went black.

In an instant, he seemed to have lost control of his body and fell straight down.

Even the sword that he never left his hand could not stop falling out of his hand.

With a "bang".

Changge fell headfirst to the ground.

Without support, Changqing also fell backwards powerlessly, but at the critical moment, an ice blade extended from his hand, supporting him on the ground, allowing him to stand far away.

He first stood firmly and looked at Changge under his feet.

With a "crack", the ice blade supporting him broke apart. With such a serious injury, all his spiritual power and blood were supporting the blood healing spirit to heal his injuries. There was no extra spiritual power for the ice blade spirit to use normally.

But it was no longer necessary.

He stretched out his only remaining arm, grabbed the hilt left in front of his chest, and then pulled it out with force.

The soft sword that was out of Changge's control was like a steel whip with jagged barbs. As he pulled it out, it brought out a lot of blood, broken flesh, and bone fragments.

Changqing couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood again.

But the blood healing spirit was already recovering his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his broken arm was also slowly growing again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You...you..."

Changge, who was lying on the ground, twitched slightly, but couldn't speak loudly. He tried hard to raise his head, but spit out a mouthful of dark red dirty blood with difficulty.

He finally understood what was wrong.

Before, after Changqing ate those messy things, black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, but just now he spit out bright red blood.

Just now, Changqing detoxified himself.

In other words, the blood before was poisonous!

"Hush..."

Changqing stepped on Changge's back and slowly squatted down.

He held the hilt of the soft sword with his teeth, and held the sword body firmly with his remaining hand.

The soft sword in his hand was like a rope. He wrapped it around Changge's neck, then slowly tightened it.

Changge only felt a suffocation, and the jagged inverted blade of the soft sword cut into his neck, tightening little by little.

Changqing's somewhat unclear voice came from above his head.

"Heartbroken grass, red stone, poison, and machine-pulling medicine... Even if you have supernatural power, you have to lie down if you are poisoned by these..."

Changqing naturally knew that in this world, poison is not as omnipotent as on Earth.

There is a saying in chemistry that talking about toxicity without considering the dosage is a hooligan.

Not to mention that the physique of most monks is far superior to that of ordinary people, the spiritual energy in their bodies is a natural antidote.

Therefore, it is very difficult to kill a monk with ordinary poison. Even the most deadly poison on Earth that kills mortals may not kill a monk.

If you want to defeat a monk with poison, you must use a poison spirit.

But it is not difficult to weaken or control it with ordinary poison.things.

After all, cultivators are not immune to all poisons. They can also be poisoned, but the dose required is very large.

No matter how strong Ling Yu Changge's combat power is, his realm is no more than the fifth level of the instant. His realm is there. It is impossible that he will not have any effect after being poisoned by a large amount of poison.

What's more, Chang Qing just mixed a large amount of various poisons into his body, and then spread them out with the blood mist spirit.

Yes, it was the low-grade yellow spirit that he didn't even bother to choose when he was in the Hundred Flowers Cave.

The blood mist spirit, a low-grade yellow spirit, only occupies four acupoints. Its function is to consume a large amount of blood and qi, and use its own blood to create blood mist, which has the effect of obscuring people's eyes and vision, similar to a smoke bomb.

He brought this imperial spirit just to escape at a critical moment, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at a critical moment.

He first ate a lot of poison and meat Ganoderma lucidum, but deliberately did not use the spirit of devouring to absorb the poison, and deliberately let the large amount of blood and qi of the meat Ganoderma lucidum spread the poison quickly throughout his body.

Then he used the sword to cut open his neck, letting the deadly poisonous fog instantly fill the entire cave.

Changge inevitably inhaled the poisonous fog during the battle with him. He only needed to wait for the poison to take effect and he would naturally win.

However, it must be said that Changge's strength was indeed very strong, and Changqing's victory was also very dangerous. If Changge had chopped off his head before the poison took effect, the outcome would be different.

This battle was the first time he had fought hastily and without confidence, and it was also the first time he relied on his own strength to defeat the enemy head-on.

However, he did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart.

What he hated most was things that were out of control and uncertain. If possible, he hoped to always fight battles that he could win.

"Take this as a warning, and there should never be a second time for this kind of battle."

As Changqing thought about this, he slowly exerted force to tighten the soft sword wrapped around Changge's neck.

This battle was also a battle in which he suffered heavy losses.

He was not too sad that several imperial spirits were all broken. Even if the blood healing spirit was on the verge of collapse, as long as he returned to Dan Ji's body, he could replenish new ones, so there was nothing to worry about.

What he regretted was that he used almost all of the three fleshy Ganoderma lucidum to replenish his blood and qi, and failed to improve his physique at all.

Looking at Changge under him, Changqing frowned.

Now, he had to get back this debt.