Ba Hu struck out with a heavy palm, used the force to move his body back three meters, carefully looked at the battle situation around him, and frowned.
"Mr. Zhen, shall we fight again later?"
"good!"
The mustached man breathed a sigh of relief. He was getting older and his physical strength could not keep up. He turned around and prepared to ask about the situation.
A burst of sword energy suddenly hit him, and he turned sideways in panic and staggered back.
"You, shameless!" spit out a mouthful of blood.
Mr. Zhen smiled, and he naturally noticed the strangeness around him, but to him, let alone the monks who came over halfway, even the family monks who had been following him were nothing more than tools. If they die, they will die. The family
There are plenty of them.
Both of them were at the eleventh level. Although he had the upper hand in physical strength, he never dared to let go of his hands and feet because of that gourd, so he couldn't tell the real winner for a while. But he didn't expect that this old guy would actually do it.
He was affected and distracted by the death of his fellow disciple.
"Thank you for the compliment..." A storm of attacks poured out towards Goatee. Seeing the blood spurting from his body, he didn't even have time to open the gourd, so he could only keep avoiding his vital points.
It's cool, this is fighting. He was shameless, he seized the opportunity, and naturally he would not give up. His attacks became more and more sharp, and Goatee's injuries became more and more serious as he bleeds.
In a life-and-death fight, the most important thing to avoid is distraction. Goatee's carelessness meant that he could no longer regain his disadvantage and was about to die. He couldn't help but feel sad. If his junior brother was still here, even if he didn't take action, he would just watch from the side.
, this Mr. Zhen would never dare to be so presumptuous...
Seeing that for at least half an hour, Goatee was about to drink in hatred, Zhan Tian sneaked closer, his body shrunk smaller and smaller, and finally reduced to the size of a pinhead.
Mr. Zhen made another killing blow. Although his heart was avoided by the goatee, it still stabbed into his chest. The sword could not be pulled out quickly for a while.
At this time, Mr. Zhen was leaning sideways, his eyes staring at the goatee like the sword.
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his waist, as if he had been stung by something. Before he could speak, half of his body felt numb and poisoned...
Goatee reluctantly stepped back in pain, withdrew his sword, and another burst of blood spurted out. He endured the pain and prepared to meet Mr. Zhen's back move, but after waiting for a breath, he found that the guy still maintained the posture of drawing the sword sideways. Handsome
He is handsome, but his face is a little embarrassed.
After another breath, Mr. Zhen still made no move. He quickly took out the gourd from his waist, opened the mouth of the gourd, and pointed it at Mr. Zhen.
Mr. Zhen didn't think much and hurriedly bit the detoxification pill in his mouth. This was the last pill. Ever since he met Goatee, he had been careful every time he fought and would hide one or two detoxification pills in his mouth.
Just to prevent accidents.
After repeated battles, his reserves had long been exhausted. One of the last two detoxification pills had been consumed when the battle started. Unexpectedly, despite all precautions, he managed to survive.
The detoxification pill took effect and the stiffness in his body was relieved a lot, but the soreness and numbness in his waist still made him very depressed. The waist, especially the lower back, is the weakest part and cannot be injured easily. Once injured,
Now, it’s very troublesome for swordsmen. Many moves require the use of force from the waist.
Resisting the discomfort in his waist, he withdrew his sword and said, "It's a draw for now, how about that?"
"good!"
A mouthful of essence and blood suddenly surged into the gourd, and a raging gray mist instantly poured out.
"You, you are cheating on me..."
"Haha, each other..."
One palm after another, one after another, Mr. Zhen was instantly at a disadvantage. His moves were no longer skillful, and they would often get stuck in the middle of using them, or even at critical moments. After only ten breaths, his body was originally exquisite.
His white brocade robe became tattered and funny. His chest and back were hit hard by several palms. He felt stinging when he breathed, and his heart and lungs were injured.
What made him even more crazy than the injuries on his body was that the detoxification pill was no longer effective, and the gray source poison began to affect his movements again, making his body heavier and heavier...
After half a cup of tea, Goatee's face was already bright with joy. The man opposite Mr. Zhen's hair was disheveled and his breath was confused. As long as this palm was applied, his head would explode like a watermelon. He won, just with this palm in front of him.
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Mr. Zhen roared unwillingly. He wanted to use his sword to stop him, but his body was heavy and the hand holding the sword could not keep up with his thoughts. Seeing that he was about to be hit in the head with a palm, unwillingness, anger, and despair surged into his heart...
...
But after waiting for two breaths, the pain he imagined still didn't come. He couldn't help but look at his goatee in confusion, but saw that his palm was raised half a foot above his head, and there was no movement. Then he looked at his goatee.
The corners of his mouth are actually trembling...
"You, despicable..." Goatee's pupils actually expanded. His hand slowly came down and touched Mr. Zhen's face. It was funny and weird, like an elder touching his junior.
's face.
Mr. Zhen was a little puzzled and a little disgusted. He wanted to say that I wanted to be despicable. Maybe he couldn't tell me what good things I had done that I didn't even notice.
A gust of wind blew by, and the goatee actually disappeared with the wind. It left gently, as if it turned into the wind...
A golden gourd slowly fell towards the ground...
Mr. Zhen wanted to reach out and catch it, but his movements were very funny and funny. He just moved his fingers, as if by magic, and wanted the gourd to fall directly into his hand...
There was another stinging pain in his waist, followed by a steady loss of energy, faster and faster...
After a cup of tea, Mr. Zhen kept his weird posture and was taken away by a gust of wind...
"Master!"
A slave who was fighting on the ground saw his young master disappearing, and screamed in surprise, and then disappeared. Then, because his head was sent into the air with a big knife, it was a pity that the wind was not strong enough and he could not be taken away...
.
The principals of both sides were taken away by the wind, and the battle below was even more deserted but more fierce. If the young master died, they would have no chance of survival. They would not lose if they were buried with him. A fierce attack with full firepower would have already killed them.
The red-eyed junior brother with goatee was naturally not willing to die.
Within half an hour, a gust of wind blew by, and several pieces of broken clothing flew with the wind, drifting to the unknown depths of the battlefield.
A young man in black clothes slowly appeared. He looked at the corpses on the ground, grabbed them with his big hand, and sent them off for the last time. This would not make their death seem so meaningless. At least, they could still contribute energy.
On Tian Tian's battle merit list, the first place has changed. Buddhism, Zhan Tian, the eleventh level peak, the second place, Kong, the third place, Kong...