Jia Man's face finally changed, and when he reached the level of a master, the change in the technique of qi and blood traction had reached the realm of subtlety, and he naturally understood that a big master's blow that attracted the qi and blood of the whole body would be more than just an ordinary attack.

This kind of all-out blow that condenses the spirit and spirit contains the spiritual will of the striker, although the striker is greatly injured, and the hit person is also the most injured.

Whether this vitality is good or not at all, some interpret it as the soul, and some interpret it as the life element, in fact, when it comes to home, it refers to the vitality of the living body.

The old monk never imagined that he would lead to such a crazy blow from the other party, and immediately couldn't care about hurting people, and shouted "You're crazy!" in his mouth, and at the same time retreated sharply at the same time.

But Rao is like this, and after feeling the cold palm wind, he can't help but feel a sense of horror.

"Ho ho ......." hit the fat man who missed a few strange laughs, not waiting for his body to stand firm, his toes hit the ground sharply, his body immediately turned, and he rushed up again with red eyes.

Jia Man secretly complained in his heart, how dare he be touched by him, he had no choice but to turn around again to avoid it. But after seeing the fat man pounce in the air, he followed after only a little pause, like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Jia Man saw sweat on his forehead, and his heart was aggrieved and angry. The aggrieved thing is that he is a super master, obviously superior to the other party, but he was so embarrassed by the other party with such a scoundrel method;

And the anger is that with such a delay, I am afraid that it will be impossible to catch up with Su Mo, who is fleeing in front.

Thinking that the pet he had raised for more than ten years was tragically killed and taken away, and thinking of all the embarrassments after he was calculated, the evil fire finally broke out in anger.

The treacherous and cunning thief couldn't be caught, so he left the guy in front of him completely, and cut off one of the thief's arms. So, and look at the next time, how can the thief run away again?

Thinking of this, I no longer went to anxiety, only poured my body and mind into it, and patiently wrestled with the fat man.

He was originally a great martial arts master, so he naturally knew that the fat man's state could not last long, as long as he took a few more breaths, it would naturally gradually subside. You know, this state is actually a kind of forced overdraft, and there is always a base there.

He doesn't have to work hard, as long as he drags the other party in turn, prompting the madman in front of him to continue to overdraw, and then he doesn't even have to make his own move, dragging him to death.

A master like him can easily stall once he decides to stall for time. As a result, the previous form was suddenly reversed. The pursuer is still pursuing, but the pursued person no longer flees, but constantly circles around the pursuer, from time to time close to the touch, just like a child playing with the spinning top, whenever the top has a tendency to slow down, it will go up and whip it, so that it can maintain momentum, and cannot stop for a moment.

When the fat man first saw that the old monk who had finally been entangled, he stopped, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. But after a while, I couldn't help but secretly cry bitter.

At this time, how could he still not understand the other party's evil intentions? This was clearly trying to drag him to death.

It's just that he understands it, but he doesn't dare to stop for half a minute. At this moment, if there is no such strength to support it, I am afraid that even the old monk will not be able to stop a move.

Since this old thief bald wants to pick up cheap, then he simply did what he wanted, anyway, he originally had the idea of fighting to the death, as long as he could drag this old thief bald for longer, the farther the young master would run, and the safer it would be.

Thinking like this, he no longer hesitated, the strength in his hands did not decrease at all, gritted his teeth and insisted on squeezing the only remaining essence and blood in his body, and for a while there were faint signs of overpowering the old monk.

A flash of surprise flashed in Jia Man's eyes, and his face showed undisguised admiration. While paying attention to dodging, he opened his voice and said, "Tan Yue is a true and loyal person, is it really worth it just to do this? Amitabha, you have done your best, and you are worthy of anyone." Let it go, as long as you are willing to let go, you can be at ease. ”

He comforted softly, with endless compassion and pity in his words, and there seemed to be some inexplicable power and charm in his voice, which made people smell an inexplicable calm.

The fat man didn't care at first, but gradually he suddenly felt that his hands and feet had a desire to stop, and the whole person also felt drowsy.

"What a thief!" he shouted, trying to regain his strength, but found that it was impossible to continue with only a moment of slackness.

This is like the principle of flood discharge, if the flood is allowed to flow non-stop, relying on the inertia of the flood alone, the water potential can continue to peak for a long time. But if it is blocked by force, if there is stamina, but if the stamina is insufficient, the water potential can only become weaker and weaker, and finally calm down.

And the fat man is like a flood that has no stamina at this moment, and he is confused by Jia Man's sneak attack with sound skills, which is the strategy to cut off the flow and stop its momentum.

Feeling the weaker and weaker strength in his body, a helpless sadness finally rose in the fat man's heart. Is it finally over? Let's go, let's die, presumably after so much delay, the young master should have fled far away, and he himself can be regarded as seeking benevolence, not dying in vain.

Thinking like this, his hands and feet were a little slower, and in a trance, he was slapped by Jia Man, who was suddenly bullied by his side.

A flash of joy flashed in Garman's eyes. Just now, his words implied that the sound of the Great Sumeru Buddha came out, and it really worked, speeding up the speed of disintegrating the other party's will.

The Great Sumeru Buddha sound is a secret technique of Buddhist meditation and clarification, which can soothe the mind the most, and is generally used in meditation and understanding. I don't want to use it here at the moment, and it really works. It's just that after one round, the madman's momentum has been greatly reduced.

"Hehe, why should Tan Yue be too persistent? You must know that people's obsession is the demon of the body, and the sooner it can be broken, the more it is...... What a man?—what a little brute! Ann dares to destroy my foundation!"

Seeing that the means took effect, the old monk added a little more strength, and he had to wait for a fire to quickly knock down this difficult opponent.

It's just that when he saw that the big thing was about to be completed and the other party had obviously begun to crumble, Leng Buding's heart palpitated inexplicably. The next moment, I suddenly felt a burst of weakness born out of thin air, as if something was suddenly forcibly pulled out of my body.

This couldn't help but make him frightened, and at the same time that a body suddenly retreated backwards, he could already see a figure behind him clearly out of the corner of his eye. This figure is not that Su Mo, but he didn't want this little beast to be so bold and dare to come back to plot against himself.

And what surprised and frightened him the most was that this plot was successful. The feeling of being pulled out was clearly the root cause of damage that I had been trying to avoid.

It was precisely in order to avoid damaging the root cause that he had to give up tracking this treacherous thief, and stayed here to deal with this crazy fat man.

But I never expected that after all calculations, in the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of being injured to the root. What's even more hateful is that Jinger was still injured in the hands of this Su Mo kid he never expected.

How many means is this treacherous boy hiding?

At this moment, Jia Man couldn't help but feel a subtle fear of Su Moteng in his heart. I just feel that this treacherous thief is like his own nemesis in the dark. Every time I met him, I always couldn't do anything, and in the end, it ended with me suffering a big loss.

Just like the first time I met, I got him, but I was finally escaped by his weirdness, and I still can't figure out what means he relied on. In the end, he tragically lost Asura and Asura's treasure;

For example, in that deserted town, the thief was close at hand, as long as he was a little more careful at that time, how could the thief escape? But he was so far behind at that time, and finally he was chased by countless hornets and fled in embarrassment.

It can be said that the second blow was worse than the first. It was not only a physical blow, but also a mental blow, which made him haunted and shamed for his life.

This time, again. It was clear that it was about to succeed, but it fell short at the last moment. Not only did he fail to catch this thief, but he was attacked by him, and even his own foundation was damaged.

And the most terrifying thing is, what kind of method did this thief use to hurt himself? Jia Man is simply puzzled. That is, he is a monk and has no hair, otherwise, he is afraid that the allusion of Wu Zixu's white head overnight will be repeated on him. No, that's not right! What kind of white head overnight, you can simply shave your hair on the spot, and you don't even need to shave.

Well, speaking of which, a thief is destined to be a thief, destiny!

Here his soul was shaken, and he retreated in fear. Taking advantage of the moment when he couldn't get back to his senses, Su Mo had already taken the opportunity to carry the crumbling fat man, first slapping his hand like a program, injecting a stream of life vitality into his body, and then running for his life without looking back.

Mamma Mia! If you take advantage and don't run away, then it's really a stupid lack of two home. As for saying that the old monk has been "deprived of his life"? That method is only an internal injury, but it cannot hurt his exterior, at most it is just a moment of weakness and surprise deterrence. As long as you come back to your senses a little, you can fight back in the blink of an eye.

It's like what he did to the unlucky tiger when he rescued He Niu'er in Hong County that day. If it weren't for the presence of them on the fifth day of the first month at that time, they took the opportunity to give the tiger a fatal blow, and it would have been useless at all.

Sure enough, a moment later, I heard a whistle full of grief and indignation behind me. Immediately, the whistling sound came closer and closer, closer and closer.......