Chapter 328: Seriously Injured Nong Zhigao

Nong Zhigao was unusually tall and wore a strange robe simply made of dark vines and animal skins.

His face was covered with a dark blue, hideous mask made of human skin, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as a venomous snake.

In his hand, he held a bone flute made of large animal bones, and placed it close to the hole at the bottom edge of the mask, continuing to play the enemy sound that controlled the poison.

A cold light flashed in Yan Shixu's eyes, and he stomped his feet on the ground, and soared into the sky like an arrow.

The black robe fluttered in the miasma, and the target was directly aimed at Nong Zhigao on the treetop.

The sword in his hand let out a clear dragon roar, and the tip of the sword condensed with the emperor's aura, tearing through the air and piercing the opponent's throat.

This sword was as fast as lightning.

Nong Zhigao had never expected that Yan Shixu would dare to advance alone while surrounded by poisonous creatures, and at such a fast speed.

A hint of surprise flashed in his sinister eyes, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the sword was about to cut his throat, Nong Zhigao twisted his body strangely, like a boneless snake, and narrowly avoided the sword.

At the same time, the five fingers of his free left hand formed into claws, the nails were black and shiny, and with a fishy wind, he suddenly grabbed Yan Shixu's neck.

The claws were sharp and there was obviously a deadly poison in the nails.

"Clang!" A sharp sound of metal clashing.

Yan Shixu flipped his wrist, and the sword in his hand accurately blocked the opponent's poisonous claws, sparks flying.

He was slightly surprised that Nong Zhigao's poisonous claws were actually harder than steel.

The two passed each other, and Yan Shixu landed steadily on another thick branch.

Nong Zhigao used the force to float back several feet and landed on a treetop farther away, with the bone flute resting across his lips again.

"Emperor of the Yan Dynasty?" Nong Zhigao's voice came through the mask, hoarse and dry, with a thick Nanzhao accent and a hint of incredible mockery.

"How dare you go deep into my poisonous domain? You're courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, an even more shrill and sharp flute sound suddenly rang out.

This time, the goal is clear.

All the poisonous insects, including the huge poisonous pythons, abandoned the guards in the circle of fire and rushed towards Yan Shixu on the treetop like crazy.

Poisonous snakes shot out, poisonous spiders spit webs, poisonous ants pressed down like a black cloud, poisonous pythons opened their bloody mouths, and a fishy wind blew in the face.

The entire space seemed to be filled with wriggling poisonous creatures, making people feel sick and creepy.

Yan Shixu danced the sword in his hand into an impenetrable light curtain. The sword energy was so strong that any poisonous creature close to him was instantly crushed into powder.

But the poison was too dense, and the tail of a poisonous python swept over like a steel whip.

Yan Shixu swung his sword to block, and there was a loud "bang".

Although he shook off the snake's tail, his body swayed involuntarily.

And in this split second, several poisonous needles as thin as cow hair and completely green in color, mixed in with the poisonous insects in the sky, shot towards him.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" The guards below who were desperately trying to kill the poisonous creatures shouted in alarm.

Yan Shixu snorted coldly and quickly dodged.

There was a hint of anger in Nong Zhigao's eyes, the sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the poison attack became more violent.

However, there was no fear on Yan Shixu's face. Instead of retreating, he advanced, exerting all his internal strength and chopped at the opponent's neck again.

Nong Zhigao's flute music stopped abruptly, and for the first time, horror appeared in his cold pupils.

Under such a fierce poison attack, the emperor of Dayan Kingdom actually dared to expose his back and attack him.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, but the sword energy was too fierce.

A tuft of Nong Zhigao's black hair that was blown by the wind was cut off by the sword energy, along with his entire left arm.

If he had dodged the ground a little slower, his head would have been cut in half by the sword energy.

Just when Nong Zhigao was shocked, Yan Shixu moved again.

"call out--!"

A cold light faster than the sword energy shot out from Yan Shixu's wrist, just like the poison needle that Nong Zhigao had just shot.

However, what Yan Shixu shot out was not a sword or a needle, but a sleeve arrow with a faint blue luster and only the length of a finger.

It was so fast, and the timing and angle were just right.

Just when Nong Zhigao's breath was stagnant due to a broken arm, the sleeve arrow shot straight into his heart.

"Ugh!" Nong Zhigao felt a chill in his heart, and the severe pain from his arms and heart instantly seized all his senses.

He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a small bloody hole rapidly expanding on the left side of his chest where his heart was located, which was covered by the vine armor.

The bone flute in Nong Zhigao's hand fell weakly. His tall body swayed, his eyes filled with resentment, but more of it was incomprehensible horror.

The emperor of Dayan is so powerful in martial arts.

Mingming, the spies reported that when the emperor of Dayan was still the crown prince, he was seriously injured by a few assassins.

Nong Zhigao didn't know that King Wu of Dayan had been in the capital for more than three years, and the skills of many martial artists in the capital had improved significantly.

Yan Shixu never slacked off in practicing martial arts. In addition, he had a good foundation in martial arts and had a good teacher to guide him every day, so his progress was naturally very fast.

The long sword in his hand flew, and his figure approached like a ghost. In a short distance, there was a pile of poisonous corpses under his feet.

However, just as Yan Shixu took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and was about to go forward to take Nong Zhigao's heart essence blood...

"Snap." There was a snap of fingers in the forest.

With a "boom", the corpse under Yan Shixu's feet suddenly ignited with a dark green poisonous fire.

There's no need to guess. If the poisonous fire corrodes the skin, both legs will probably be crippled.

Yan Shixu leaped up and stood on the branch of the tree above his head. His black armor glowed with a faint green light under the reflection of the poisonous fire.

Below, poisonous fire licked the piles of poisonous corpses, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound and a strong and pungent smell.

The burnt and toxic stench instantly overwhelmed the original smell of corruption.

Yan Shixu sternly rebuked the charging imperial guards: "Retreat! Hold your breath and avoid the poisonous fire!"

Upon hearing this, the guards quickly retreated.

The few who moved a little slower had their nails burned by the poisonous fire.

The flames spread instantly like a cancer, and they had no choice but to throw away their armor to save their lives.

However, in just a moment, Nong Zhigao disappeared.

Along with Nong Zhigao, the bone flute also disappeared.

Yan Shixu's eyes were as cold as a frozen pond, staring intently at the thick miasma where Nong Zhigao disappeared.

That snap of fingers was too strange.

Is this person a member of the Nanzhao royal family, or a subordinate of Nong Zhigao?

Being able to sneak so close silently amidst the venomous creatures and even instantly unleash flames should not be underestimated.

Yan Shixu's figure fell from the treetop and landed precisely on a patch of rotten leaves that had not been eroded by the poisonous fire.

He strode towards the approximate location where Nong Zhigao's broken arm fell.

After pushing aside a few rotten leaves soaked in blood, a thick, black, and muscular broken arm came into view.

The broken part was covered in blood and the bone was white. The blood flowing out was not bright red, but sticky and black, emitting a foul odor that came from the same source as the poisonous fire.

Obviously, Nong Zhigao's own blood also contains a highly toxic substance.

Yan Shixu frowned.

A guard asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to take it back?"

Yan Shixu nodded: "Take it back to Dr. Nangong."

"yes."

The guard immediately took out a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings and shining with metallic luster from the leather bag at his waist and put them on, then stepped forward to pick up the broken arm.

"Your Majesty." Another guard was staggering over, with a black aura on his face, obviously poisoned.

"Four of us are seriously injured and unable to move, and ten are injured."

Yan Shixu decisively selected twenty people to escort the injured back.

He himself took the remaining guards to continue searching for Nong Zhigao in the poisonous forest.

Today is the best time to capture him while he is seriously injured.

If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when I can get the blood and essence of the Nanzhao royal family for Yun Zhen.

However, after searching for another two hours, there was no result.

Yan Shixu had no choice but to reorganize his troops and retreat.

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