This is definitely the worst fight in Huang Fu Yi's life, it's normal to think about it, Wu Zong is now a master of hard power equivalent to the three Ding Great Witches, and Huang Fu Yi is just a martial artist with the strength of the Second Ding Great Witch. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Yu had fought with Wu Zong for a few rounds before, and injured Wu Zong with a flying sword stained with the power of Taoist spells, which weakened his strength, and Huang Fu Yi had just arrived here, he took Wu Zong by surprise and abolished one of his left hands, this fight would have been fought down, and Huang Fu Yi's situation would probably be even more tragic than this.

At the same time, this is also the first time Wushuang has seen the old cowardly embarrassed to this extent, he has seen Huang Fu Yi in the few shots before, every time Huang Fu Yi is the most indifferent, with the most absolute advantage to defeat the opponent, how have he ever been so embarrassed.

Covered in blood, he couldn't stand steadily, his abdomen was torn open with a big hole that couldn't stop bleeding, and his whole complexion became sluggish. Even if he was injured in the imperial capital last time, he never became like this.

"Old coward!" Wushuang suddenly turned red, rushed over like thunder, and helped the crumbling Huangfu Yi.

"Why are you here?" Huang Fuyi's voice was unusually weak, and his face became a little pale from excessive blood loss.

"The innkeeper said you're fighting the lich here, and we're all here to help. Wushuang looked like he hated iron but not steel: "Fighting with mere lichs, how can you still be injured like this?

"Huh. Huang Fu Yi laughed dryly, and his right eyelid has not stopped since he just jumped up. Thinking of this, he looked away, no longer cared about the beating eyelids, and his mind regained his calmness: "Maybe it's really old." ”

"Let go of your stinking fart!" Wushuang shouted, "I haven't defeated you yet!How can you be old!?"

"You have avenged Shangguan Yu, what's the point of defeating me?" Huang Fu Yi gently pushed Wushuang away, his body was a little shaky, but he was very firm, he turned his head to look at Wu Zong, who was still full of resentment standing opposite: "It's not over yet." ”

"It's not over. Wu Zong licked the blood of Huang Fuyi on the three severed fingers, and he couldn't taste what it tasted like. Think it's salty. Wu Zong moved his gaze to Wushuang again: "Don't worry, if you want to avenge this old guy, you have to wait until I kill him." "He recognized Wushuang as early as the moment he appeared in his sight, junior brother, I will be able to avenge you later.

"Bastard Lich, I'll kill you before you kill the old coward!" Wushuang's face turned red, and he scolded, and took a step forward as it should be, stopping in front of Huang Fuyi.

Huang Fu Yi looked at Wushuang's naked upper body with multiple wounds, arrow holes and blood stains, and wondered what kind of vicious fight this kid had just experienced. He raised his hand and pressed Wushuang's shoulder, and said in a somewhat weak tone, "You go quickly." I'll just do it here. ”

"I'm farting again!" Wushuang scolded angrily: "Don't you feel that you are very faceless to be saved by me!"

"He's poisonous. Huang Fuyi pushed Wushuang away with all his might: "He has corpse poison on his body, as long as he is invaded by corpse poison, there is no salvation." I've been poisoned by his corpse, and I won't survive anyway, so it doesn't matter what. I'll do my best to drag him to death with me, and you won't be in trouble again. ”

"I'm not afraid!" Wushuang pointed to the multiple black bloodstained wounds on his body: "The arrow is poisonous, but I still don't die." I'm not afraid of poison!"

Huang Fuyi didn't know that Wushuang had drunk the blood of the unicorn to become so strong, but because the poison on those arrows was not strong, he was forced out of his body by Wushuang with internal force, so he said: "Don't talk big." These two poisons are not the same. ”

Wu Zong couldn't stand the two of them chattering here, and he looked impatient: "Hey, you two!

"I think you're going to die!" Wushuang shook off Huang Fuyi, turned his head and pounced towards Wu Zong: "I'm not afraid of your corpse poison!

"Then try it!" Wu Zong was overjoyed, he didn't expect this silly boy to think that he was not afraid of corpse poison.

"Look at me hammering you to death!" Wushuang raised his iron fist and smashed it straight towards Wu Zong's face door without any tricks!

Wu Zong raised his left hand, which had only two fingers left, and met it towards the unequaled iron fist!

As long as I catch you like this, you're done. Wu Zong thought to himself, he was even more fearless when he made a move. Becoming this picture of no human or ghost, death is a relief for oneself, and there is nothing that this broken body is reluctant to destroy. Didn't he just want to make one last contribution to the clan and bury his body on the battlefield with Uncle Wu Ran's first attempt to make another contribution to the clan and bury his body on the battlefield? Even if this fight is completely destroyed, it doesn't matter.

"Come on!" Wu Zong watched his two fingers and Wushuang's fist quickly retract into a distance, and the sinister smile on his face became more and more presumptuous. He knew that he would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being physically destroyed under the bloody battle against the two masters of the martial arts world like this, but it was really enough to be able to die with these two top martial artists!

The evil wind suddenly sounded in his ears, and before Wu Zong could react, he was kicked to the temple by a rapid kick from the side, and his whole neck clicked, tilted to the other side, and his body was also dragged and fell. His two fingers were only a fraction of a second away from the peerless iron fist, but they were quickly distanced by this sudden kick.

Wu Zong's body flew out in a whirlwind, and after falling to the ground, he still rolled several times before stopping, he lay on the ground, his neck tilted to one side at an exaggerated angle, and behold, the bones inside his neck were broken and could not be broken anymore, leaving only the flesh and skin to be connected, so as not to make his head move.

The person who just kicked out that kick was naturally Huang Fuyi, and at this time, this old martial artist finally couldn't stand up, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his pale face covered with dense beads of sweat. Just now, he was worried that Wushuang would be infected with corpse poison if he was so light on the enemy, so he didn't care about his injuries and launched such a swift attack. But the injury in his abdomen was even more serious by the action of flying up and kicking, in order to support the swift kick, a large amount of internal force was used, causing the blood flow to accelerate, and the abdomen that had just been sealed in the acupoint began to bleed out frantically again. In the blink of an eye, a large pool of water flowed on the ground beneath him, turning into a brown liquid on the black asphalt pavement.

"I can beat him myself!" Wushuang was furious, staring at Huang Fuyi who was sitting on the ground with wide eyes: "You just stay where you are and rest!"

"Disgusted. Huangfu Yi smiled bitterly, sat on the ground and couldn't stand up again, but he really couldn't make any more trouble for him now.

Wushuang was in a hurry to kill Wu Zong, and he didn't talk nonsense to Huangfu Yi, just left a sentence of 'wait for me to come back to save you', turned around and ran towards Wu Zong.