Wu Shiyun fought against Tang Jiusheng. Tang Jiusheng could not even lift his head when he was pressed by Wu Shiyun, so he could only dodge left and right in a panic. Wu Shiyun was confident and laughed calmly. While fighting, chatting with Tang Jiusheng. To disperse Tang Jiusheng's half-cup tea, Tang Jiusheng's clothes were poked twenty or thirty holes.

The fat man couldn't get in the way, so he could only watch from the side. The fat man clearly felt that Wu Shiyun's movements were extremely slow, but he watched Tang Jiusheng try his best to keep up with Wu Shiyun's rhythm. The scene really made the fat man feel extremely strange. Wu Shiyun seemed to take action slowly, but Tang Jiusheng had to use the speed that could make the fat man dazzled to barely avoid Wu Shiyun's attack.

Tang Jiusheng finally endured the risk of being poked by the folding fan and pulled his Seven Emotional Sword from the grass. Tang Jiusheng danced a blue sword energy. With the advantage that the Seven Emotional Sword Body was longer than the folding fan, he barely curbed Wu Shiyun's attack. Tang Jiusheng was as if he was underestimated by Wu Shiyun just now, but in fact it was like a storm-like attack, which made Wu Shiyun's head sweat. It can be seen that Wu Shiyun's attack was so fierce.

Wu Shiyun fought for a while, and suddenly he jumped a few feet away, stopped attacking, and laughed and said, "The surname of Tang, Mr. Wu will let you take a breath first! Let's fight again, otherwise you will not be convinced if you lose!" Tang Jiusheng and the fat man looked at each other again, confused and did not know what the Wu man was going to do. Wu Shiyun laughed and then disappeared in front of the fat man and Tang Jiusheng.

Seeing Wu Shiyun disappearing again, Fatty and Tang Jiusheng were panicked because you don’t know where such a person might suddenly appear and stab you. Tang Jiusheng and Fatty were leaning against their backs, looking around, for fear that Wu Shiyun would attack. The fat man said in a muffled voice: "Old Tang, this battle is really atrocity! Fatty Master wants to fight him even if he can turn into a big snake! He can even turn the branches in my hand into a big snake!"

Tang Jiusheng sighed, as if in this illusion, only the human and the Seven-Emotional Sword could not be changed by Wu Shiyun. I wonder why Wu Shiyun could not move the Seven-Emotional Sword. Tang Jiusheng suddenly remembered again that when he broke the barrier in the formation just now, he used the Seven-Emotional Sword Qi to do it. Could it be that the Seven-Emotional Sword Qi could restrain this evil technique? But he had fought with Wu Shiyun for a long time, and Wu Shiyun was not afraid of this Seven-Emotional Sword?

The two of them watched nervously for a long time with their backs against each other, but Wu Shiyun did not appear again. The fat man asked in confusion: "Where is this guy going? Did he go to eat when he is hungry?" As soon as the fat man talked about eating, his stomach started to rumbling. The fat man sighed and murmured, "Damn it, let's hide and eat together, but Fat Man is going to be hungry! I will come back and fight with Fat Man when he is full. This is unfair!"

The fat man felt hungry the more he said, and his stomach was screaming louder. The fat man rubbed his stomach with his hands and said with a frown: "Old Brother Tang, Fat Man will starve to death later! This is an illusion, there is only a big prairie, and we can't turn into cattle and sheep to eat grass to fill our stomachs?"

Tang Jiusheng pondered for a while and said slowly: "He should be hiding where he is watching us. Since this is an illusion and created by him, he will not go far. As long as he goes far, the illusion will collapse due to insufficient energy. Now that the illusion is maintained so stable, he must be by his side, but I'm not sure when he will attack us, so we should be more alert!"

The fat man sighed and suddenly cursed indignantly: "Damn, this grandson left us here, he went freely. Fatty must curse him for having a baby without eyeballs!" The fat man looked around and looked at the flock of cattle and sheep in the distance, and suddenly laughed: "Brother Tang, do you see those cattle and sheep? Otherwise, let's kill them, slaughter some cattle and sheep and eat them, and fill their stomachs first?"

Tang Jiusheng smiled bitterly and said, "Fatty, stop making trouble. You know that it is an illusion. Since it is an illusion, how can it be a physical entity? How can it be eaten? I think it is better for us to sit down and sit down, sit down, and restore our physical strength and internal strength! Even if we don't have food to eat, we have to at least recover some internal strength to hold on. Otherwise, if we continue like this here, we may not be able to hold on for long!"

The two sat on the grass together, still leaning back to back. Although they were in the prairie

It was an illusion, but Tang Jiusheng and the fat man still smelled the fragrance of green grass, and could even hear the sound of cattle and sheep coming from afar. They could create the illusion like reality. Wu Shiyun was also a genius. Tang Jiusheng sighed secretly, but unfortunately this person was not right. If he was a righteous person, that would be a good thing.

The fat man looked at the flock of cattle and sheep in the distance and couldn't help but drool, "Brother Tang, Fatty, I really want to run over now to see whether those cattle and sheep are true or not! Fatty clearly smelled the fragrance of green grass, which means that this illusion is really extraordinary!" The fat man sat on the ground, grabbed a plantain and threw it into his mouth to chew it. The fat man said angrily: "Fatty has always loved eating meat the most, and now he has changed to eating grass! It's all Wu Shiyun, the beast that hurts me!"

Tang Jiusheng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and did not answer, placed the Seven Emotions Sword on his knees, and only practiced the internal skills of the Tianxuan Art, trying to save himself. The two of them didn't know that more than ten steps away, Wu Shiyun sat cross-legged on the ground with sweat on his head, and the muscles on Wu Shiyun's face were constantly twitching, obviously in great pain. Wu Shiyun had no grasslands or cattle and sheep in front of him, only Fatty and Tang Jiusheng sat foolishly on the ground. Fatty looked around, looking confused, Tang Jiusheng was meditating to restore his internal strength. Wu Shiyun was not in the illusion, but Fatty and Tang Jiusheng could not escape from the illusion.

Wu Shiyun was still sitting quietly in the woods. It was already afternoon. Wu Shiyun was using his qi to repair his internal injuries. Wu Shiyun had just fought with Tang Jiusheng, but was accidentally injured by Tang Jiusheng's sword energy, so he quickly found an excuse to withdraw from the illusion and no longer dared to attack. Wu Shiyun was puzzled. Why can Tang Jiusheng's Seven Emotions Sword ignore the illusion and stab him?

This kind of injury is not an open injury, but directly pierced his qi defense, causing great damage to the meridians in his body. Wu Shiyun also tried to tamper with Tang Jiusheng's Seven Emotional Sword, but his spells and qi had no effect on the Seven Emotional Sword. Wu Shiyun really didn't understand what the Seven Emotional Sword was made of, it was not Fan Tie anyway!

Wu Shiyun's heart vein was severely damaged. He had to repair his injuries as soon as possible, otherwise the Demon Wolf Soul Formation would soon collapse and dissipate, and he would not be able to trap the two people in the formation. The situation he created after working hard to create cannot be destroyed by a sword. If the news spreads, Wu Shiyun's face will be completely lost!

In order to prevent others from knowing that he was trying to attack Tang Jiusheng's Qi and Energy Storage Pills, and to prevent others from knowing that he wanted to steal the sacred objects of the White Dragon Sect, he did not tell anyone except a few confidants about this matter. He asked several confidants to be responsible for monitoring Tang Jiusheng, and he monitored the three men of Meng Fankang and the disciples. He thought he had done everything seamlessly and the preparations were foolproof, but in the end he would fall on a Seven Emotion Sword. How could he be willing to do this?

Wu Shiyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. He felt much better. After two cups of tea, he had already used black energy to repair his heart veins. Wu Shiyun slowly stood up and looked at Tang Jiusheng, who was sitting on the ground calmly and practicing the Tianxuan Art. He felt very moved. This kid is so lucky! Even if he is trapped in the Demon Soul Array, he can save him, so where can he reason?

Wu Shiyun bent down and picked up a talisman knife on the ground. It was the relics left by the black-clothed swordsmen. Now the black-clothed swordsmen have been absorbed by his Wu Shiyun and exist in another way. As long as the Wu Shiyun does not die, they will not die! In Wu Shiyun's view, in a sense, these puppets are better than death. Those puppets are absorbed by his Wu Shiyun, which is their luck, otherwise they will always live like walking corpses, without thoughts and consciousness, and life is worse than death.

Wu Shiyun held the talisman knife in his hand and flicked it with his finger. A buzzing sound came from the talisman knife. Wu Shiyun murmured: "It was me who gave you the second life. If one day I achieve the realm of the Martial God, you can live forever in my body. You have to thank me!" If those puppets still have consciousness, they will definitely curse Wu Shiyun, because it was Wu Shiyun who turned them into puppets that were worse than death. Wu Shiyun suddenly came up with a way to deal with Tang Jiusheng and the fat man.

Tang Jiusheng was immersed in the pleasure of the Tianxuan Jue Qi flowing slowly in the meridians

Suddenly, the fat man shouted loudly: "Old Brother Tang, Wu Shiyun is here again! Why is he still holding the big roast chicken?" Before Tang Jiusheng opened his eyes, he subconsciously held the hilt of the Qiehui sword with his right hand. The fat man and Tang Jiusheng stood up at the same time, looking at Wu Shiyun, as if facing a great enemy.

Sure enough, Wu Shiyun appeared on the grass again, about four or five feet away from Tang Jiusheng and Fatty. Wu Shiyun was holding two big roast chickens wrapped in oil paper in his hand and said with a smile: "Tang Jiusheng, fat man, are you hungry? Come on, I will treat you to roast chicken! You eat this roast chicken first, I will eat one, and then let us fight again! Today we must decide a victory or defeat. If you win, I will let you go immediately and never break your promise!"

The fat man was hungry, smelling the aroma of the roast chicken, the fat man couldn't help but wipe his saliva with his sleeve, and wanted to step forward and take a roast chicken from Wu Shiyun. Tang Jiusheng was also a little hungry, but who knew if Wu Shiyun was doing tampering and poisoning in the roast chicken? Tang Jiusheng shook his head and said, "Don't go, be careful of fraud!"

Wu Shiyun said with regret, "Tang Jiusheng, you are so brave, then you Mr. Wu will be sorry to you, eat the roast chicken yourself!" Wu Shiyun put two roast chickens wrapped in oil paper on the ground, sat down cross-legged, picked up a roast chicken, tore off one chicken's thigh, chewed it, and said to himself while chewing, "What a pity, I ran for a long time before I bought these two big roast chickens. Hey, I don't appreciate it, you don't eat it if you don't eat it. It's you who are hungry, and it's not me!"

The fat man saw that Wu Shiyun was eating sweetly, and the smell of roasted chicken came to his nose. The seduced fat man cried out in his stomach. The fat man felt that his stomach was screaming so hard. The fat man couldn't help but push Tang Jiusheng, "Old Brother Tang, he has eaten it. It must be a problem with roasted chicken. Let's get one to share it. OK? Even if he dies, he must be a full devil. Otherwise, when he goes to the underworld, people will ask us how we die. If we say that we are starving to death, we have no name, right!"

Tang Jiusheng sneered: "Fatty, are you stupid? This guy trapped us in this Demon Wolf Soul Array, everything is an illusion. Did he be kind? He also wanted to kill me and take away my Qi energy storage pill. In this case, if we believe him, we would be stupid!"

Wu Shiyun chewed the chicken's thighs in big mouthfuls and sneered: "Do you like to eat it? Anyway, if you don't eat it, you will be hungry! Yes, this roast chicken is poisonous, you must not eat it!" Wu Shiyun chewed one chicken's thighs, then tore off the other chicken's thighs, and murmured while eating: "Good intentions are like donkey's liver and lungs, and deserve you to be hungry! Hum..."

The fat man couldn't help but hunger in his stomach, and smiled and said, "Witch, no, no, Wu Shiyun, Wu Daxia, please give me that roast chicken to Fat Master? Anyway, you can't eat two chickens alone! Old Brother Tang is not hungry, so he doesn't eat it, but Fat Master, I'm most afraid of being hungry. Is it okay to give your big roast chicken to Fat Master? If you have a chance, Fat Master will invite you to have a roasted suckling pig, how about it?"

Wu Shiyun rolled his eyes to Fatty, and said, "No! I have poison in this roast chicken, don't poison you! You should be hungry. You can't starve to death without eating. If you get poisoned and poison you to death, wouldn't you lose a lot? After all, you are also the youngest general in the Great Shang Kingdom, right?" Wu Shiyun continued to eat chicken and ignored the fat man's begging at all.

The fat man blinked and looked back at Tang Jiusheng. However, Tang Jiusheng sat there closing his eyes and practicing the mysterious technique. The fat man couldn't, so he had to beg Wu Shiyun with a shy face and said, "Witch, the hero Wu, you are a famous master in the world. Can you poison him if you are a second-grade martial artist who is neither high nor low? Fatty Master believes in your eighth character in the world!"

Wu Shiyun nodded and said, "This is like a human word! Since you, a fat man, are so reasonable, then Mr. Wu will give you a roast chicken. You are not allowed to give it to the person named Tang. He dislikes my roast chicken, so I will starve him to death, hum!" Wu Shiyun threw the other roast chicken wrapped in oil paper to the fat man.

The fat man caught the roast chicken and smiled and said, "Witch, you are such a good person! Don't worry, I won't give him roast chicken!" The fat man held the roast chicken and quickly ran to Tang Jiusheng and sat down.
Chapter completed!