Huang Fuyi's eyelids jumped, and the inexplicable panic in his heart before surged out again, since he walked the rivers and lakes when he was a teenager, he had never been in this situation, even when he was in the imperial capital a few days ago, so many super masters, such a chaotic battle, his eyelids had never skipped once. I don't know, what the hell is going on today.

He stood on the canopy of the tree, looking at Wu Zong, who was standing on the ground in the distance, looking at him with a grim face, this immortal, immortal, immortal monster.

Previously, he pressed Wu Zong to the ground and slashed a palm at the back of his head, but Wu Zong blocked it at the cost of abolishing one palm, and when he was about to make up for the second palm, he was avoided by Wu Ran from a distance, and landed on the top of the tree next to the road, allowing Wu Zong to stand up at this opportunity.

After Wu Ran forced Huang Fu Yi away, he turned around and fought with a few Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain and the Mufeng Daoist of Yuqing Palace again, although there were more than one enemy, he still suppressed the Taoist priests, and looked at the battle situation, it would not be long before those Taoist priests could be completely defeated.

"Old fellow, today, you all have to die!" Wu Zong was angry and hateful in his heart, his junior brother was hammered to death by this old guy's apprentice, and he himself became the monster he is now because of him. This old fellow martial artist is going to die, and those Taoist priests who came here to make trouble, none of them want to leave alive!

Huang Fu Yi didn't speak quickly, he forced himself to suppress the panic and uneasiness in his heart, reinvigorate his mind, and adjust his state to the most suitable state for battle. It's just a half-dead monster, and if you can seal him once in the emperor, you can kill him once now.

"Brother Huangfu!" suddenly came from the battlefield above his head. Huangfu Yi looked up when he heard the sound and saw that it was Mu Feng, who was cooperating with several Dao Masters of Longhu Mountain and Wu Ran.

Na Mu Feng was dressed in purple qi, and while waving the long sword in his hand, he kept drawing purple sword qi towards Wu Ran, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "When I placed the second junior brother just now, he said that he and I, a monster who is not a human or a ghost, belong to the same category as the corpse leader, copper skin and iron bones, fast speed, and corpse poison on his body, so he must not be injured by him." It's best to be able to distance yourself from it. ”

"Then what is the weakness of this monster?" Huang Fuyi asked calmly, and the internal force had already propped up his clothes.

"This monster can't attack beyond his limbs, which means he doesn't use his breath, he doesn't have magical powers, and he's not good at volleying. As soon as Mu Feng said this, there was a chaotic white qi in front of him, he hurriedly waved the long sword in his hand, and retreated while waving, and it took a lot of effort to solve the chaotic white qi.

Wu Zong was furious when he heard Mu Feng tell all his weaknesses and strengths, and he glanced at the figure holding the long sword in the air with a resentful face. In the previous battle with Yang Yu, he relied on the disadvantage that the opponent was not familiar with his attack method, and rushed over to scratch the opponent, causing him to be infected with corpse poison. Now that Huang Fuyi has been told his strengths and weaknesses, it will not be so easy to deal with him again.

After Huang Fuyi listened, he was relieved that since this was the case, it would be much easier to do. Although as a martial artist, he is not good at long-range attacks, but compared to this monster, he still has a certain advantage. As for the other party's not good at volleying, I don't know how bad he is, whether he is not as good as himself as a martial artist.

Huang Fu Yi decided not to attack recklessly first, and for a moment, he stood on the canopy, stepped on a few thin branches at the top of the tree, and his body swayed with the swing of the branches. "Let's test his volley power first. Muttering in his heart, Huang Fuyi decided not to panic first, he hooked his finger towards Wu Zong: "Didn't you say that you want to kill me?

"Hey, old fellow!" Wu Zong was angry, kicked his feet, and rushed over: "It's just a mere martial artist, you think you're a monk? Even if you know my weakness, you can't deal with it." ”

It is true that the weakness of the martial artist is also the inability to attack from a long distance, and he is not good at volleying. Now that the advantages and disadvantages of these two people's combat modes are compared to each other, it becomes a comparison of who is less good at it.

It's true that martial artists are not good at volleying, but you, a monster, are even less good at it. Martial artists are not good at long-range attacks, but martial artists who have perfected the realm can hit the internal force three feet away, but you monster really can't beat it at all.

Huang Fuyi stood on top of the treetops, watching Wu Zong rush towards him, jumping on the canopy of the tree on the other side, and with the powerful impact of running, he stretched out the remaining left hand that was still intact and had sharp black nails, and grabbed it towards him.

Huang Fuyi dodged sideways to avoid this grab. At the moment when Wu Zong grabbed the air with his five fingers, he raised his leg and kicked it, Huang Fuyi didn't have time to avoid this kick, so he had to stop it with both hands, and grabbed Wu Zong's calf, threw out a semicircle with his strength, and finally threw Wu Zong under the tree.

Wu Zong was thrown off the tree, and when he touched the ground, he turned around flexibly, bounced up again in an instant, jumped back onto the canopy, approached Huang Fuyi's side, and fought hand-to-hand with him.

Wu Zong relied on his super fast speed and invulnerability to the copper skin and iron bones, and beat Huang Fuyi to the ground. Although Huang Fuyi is not bad at hand-to-hand combat, and he is also proficient in various fighting tricks, but those are all relative to living people, and ninety percent of those tricks can't play a role against such a monster.

Some of the techniques practiced by martial artists are created for the various acupoints of the human body, and when fighting in close combat, as long as you hit the opponent's acupoints, you can make them incapacitated, and if you hit a dead hole, then you can also kill the opponent with one blow. However, looking at the monster Wu Zong, does it have an acupuncture point? Even if it's concentrated in the location of what should be the death hole, is it useful? It's useless.

There are also some tricks that are created for people's joints, such as some tricks that can remove the opponent's arm joints, or the joints of the forearm, which can be done as long as the arm is grabbed when fighting. But looking at this monster, does he care after the joints are removed? After the joint was removed, the living person was in severe pain, and even if he was brought back, he had to recuperate for a period of time before recovering. But Wu Zong is different, he doesn't feel pain at all, even if he removes it, he can immediately pick it up again, just like a machine, the screw is loosened, buckled, retightened, and re-buckled.

These many tricks are ineffective, and Huang Fuyi has to avoid not being injured by witches, so he can't help but be tied up in a fight.

Wu Zong pestered Huang Fu Yi after getting close, not giving him a chance to send out his internal force, he was fast and ruthless when he made a move, his purpose was obvious, as long as he could hurt Huang Fu Yi in the slightest, so that he was infected with corpse poison, then this battle would be won by himself.

Fortunately, Huang Fu Yi's speed is not slow, coupled with deep internal strength, he fights with Wu Zong quickly, although it is not easy to launch an effective counterattack, but it is always temporarily stopped from disadvantage.

"It's just that this situation has no chance to distance itself and gather internal strength. I still have to find a way to get out of the entanglement. Huangfu Yi's face was expressionless, and he thought calmly while making quick and brilliant moves.

"Let's see how long you can last!" Wu Zong's left hand became a claw, and the other smashed right palm was used as a whip, dancing like a whirlwind towards Huang Fu Yi's head and face.

The two men stood on top of the canopy, and in the process of this rapid fight, they had already broken the yellow branches on the canopy into debris and scattered in all directions, and the whole tree was only a few bare trunks.

"His speed has improved a lot compared to when he was in the imperial capital, and he is already on par with me. I don't feel the stirring of internal energy, but thanks to the strong body, the moves launched are fierce. Huang Fuyi judged: "Also, he is indeed not good at volleying, not better than me." But the gap is very small, and with his extreme speed and rapid offensive, the difference is negligible. ”

"Well, what can really decide the outcome right now is the distance between the two of us. Huang Fu Yi felt that the limb parts that collided with Wu Zong were aching, and he had not practiced the hard skills of the outer door, so he could only rely on his deep internal strength to support a body and fight with it.

"We have to distance ourselves as soon as possible. Huang Fu Yi leaned back, and after dodging Wu Zong's grasp, he counterattacked with a palm and slapped the opponent's chest. Take this opportunity to step on your feet and quickly exit three feet away. Before he could retreat again, Wu Zong chased after him again and entangled him again: "Old fellow, where do you want to run!"