The burst of red smoke, called bitterness, also known as killing, is the third strange poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and there is a killing miasma when it is stimulated.

Condensed but not dispersed, the wind does not blow, into this poison, no matter whether you are a good man in the rivers and lakes, or a flat-headed people, within ten breaths, you will have to be bitter into the body, and your soul will be scattered.

This poison is a first-class defensive poison in the rivers and lakes.

How cunning is the old man of ten thousand poisons, he wants to fight to the death with the medicine king and these ten thousand people, how can he not take precautions in advance to prevent others from disturbing this thousand-year-old inheritance of the decisive battle?

Now, the battle of inheritance is nearing its end.

He and Feng Yafu each used three rounds of poison, and he lasted to the end, but Feng Yafu was already a candle in the wind, and he was poisonous, and he would die at any time.

And at this juncture, someone really broke in.

It's not in vain for him to arrange.

The venomous old man was embarrassed at this time.

The blood stains on the black clothes were mottled, in addition to the blood stains sprayed when they were poisoned, there were also hundreds of cow hair needles pierced into the body by the life-chasing arrows, which brought the pain of the tarsal bones.

Within five zhang, he received a life-chasing arrow, this injury, it is difficult to suppress the hatred and injustice that is much stronger than him, let alone the old man who is not good at martial arts.

Under the double blow of poison and needles, he was already extremely weak, which was a dilemma he had never had since he became famous.

The force of force has been eliminated by four-tenths.

Just like Shen Qiu said.

If at this time, he can't kill ten thousand poisons, then after Feng Yafu, the only one on the rivers and lakes who can compete with the ten thousand poison poison technique, is abolished, the decent people in the rivers and lakes will have no chance to kill ten thousand poisons.

"Although the ice armor is good, it can't be stopped!"

Wan Poison held the fan in his left hand and shook it lightly.

Between the black fans, all kinds of poisonous smoke were mixed and scattered, as if holding black satin in his hand, flying endlessly, in front of him, holding Shen Qiu, who was shaking light, was cold and cold.

The knife flows, and the knife kills.

This demon seemed to be sarcastic, like a hoarse voice, and looked extremely restless and resentful in the billowing poisonous smoke, he was like a poisonous snake spraying venom, and said to Shen Qiu in front of him:

"You yellow-mouthed child, are you really an old man and a poisonous demon lord in vain? If it's so easy, it can be avoided by you, and the old man's poison technique might as well be abolished.

Feng Yafu gave you the Poison Cleansing Pill, what about it? One hundred and twenty breaths, hehe, it won't take that long! ”

The fierce light flashed in Wan Poison's eyes, and when he saw that Shen Qiu was covered by thousands of poisonous smoke, his footwork was vain, and his knife style became messy, he knew that the Heluo hero in front of him had been poisoned into his body and had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

He stepped forward, holding a fan in his left hand, clasping the five fingers of his right hand, and punched out.

The movements are stiff and weird, like a zombie punching, and the poisoned powder on the sleeves rises, and the stench is tangy.

Demon Yaksha Fist!

Ten thousand poisons are unlearned, the fist is strong and vicious, and the fist style is poisonous.

The power goes back and forth between the third-rate and the stunts.

The main thing is to see how the boxer's poison technique is, the poison technique is profound, and if he punches out, with more than a dozen kinds of poisons, then no one can do it.

The martial arts of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are all this urine, which is inseparable from the poison master's poison technique.

"Bang"

This punch hit Shen Qiu's shoulder, and the flames rose, like a red fire spreading all over his body, and the fist wind erupted with fierce poison, lifting the ice armor on Shen Qiu's body.

The bare skin, the moment it came into contact with the hundred mixed poisonous mist on Zhou's body, there was a hissing corrosive sound.

In just a moment, the red gray spots were like blisters, all over Shen Qiu's shoulders and chest.

The painful Heluo hero's knife was out of shape, and the shaking knife that should have slashed at Wan Poison's head was easily blocked by the night glass fan in Wan Poison's hand.

"Ahh

Shen Qiu seemed to be in pain, the true qi momentum in his body changed, and his right hand was clenched, and it was a two-yi divine fist that hit ten thousand poisons.

The latter's stiff demon yaksha fist is also a fist mutation, turning from stiffness to dexterity.

It's like a tea picker in the south of the Yangtze River, taking clear tea leaves in the clouds, soft and slow, like butterflies flying, and the scattered poisonous powder is like falling petals of different colors.

This palm method is really beautiful, and it also has a certain soft artistic conception.

Powerful.

The fierce fist of the Liangyi God Fist was blocked three times by the ghostly falling flower hand, and finally the fist and palm were handed over, and the fierce force was corroded.

The divine punch only made Wan Poison's body shake a little.

"The old man is indeed not good at martial arts, but this is compared to other heavenly lists!"

Wan Poison sneered.

He and Shen Qiu, their blades were connected, their fists were touched, the distance between the two was only a few inches, and the turbid poisonous smoke was like a mist in the early morning, entangled around the two of them.

Every second, there is a strange poisonous breakthrough, which is applied to Shen Qiu's body, hissing, cold or hot, the linen cloth stings, and between the mouth and nose, there are all kinds of flavors in the world.

It all relied on Xueji's true qi to run at high speed, which was able to resist, and the antidote pill given by Feng Yafu, which was the last insurance.

But more than half of the time has passed!

The thin and gloomy face of the old man of Ten Thousand Poisons was right in front of Shen Qiu's eyes.

Sizzle, clatter.

When the poisonous smoke corroded, Shuo Xue's cold air was also in the palm and arm of the frozen poison.

But he didn't care, he pushed it out with one palm, took Shen Qiu back a few steps, and with a flick of his wrist, the red powder flew and the poison added to his body, fading the cold ice quickly.

With the glass in his hand at night, this old man is truly invincible, and Shen Qiu...

He can't!

Tashi Tsering's face full of Tibetan characteristics, with an eerie sneer, as the black fan swayed like a black butterfly, he threw cruel words to Shen Qiu:

"Even if you are seriously injured, you will be able to deal with a small list!"

"Within ten breaths, I'll kill you! I'll crush you again! ”

"Whoa, whoa"

The answer to this cruel word was three beast roars.

Shen Qiu waved his light on the spot, and the greedy wolf sword qi came out, tearing through the poisonous miasma, cutting through a strange arc in the crimson night, and slashing towards the poisonous old man.

The latter's face changed slightly, he dragged his numb left leg, moved left and right in some embarrassment, and slapped it with a black fan, shattering the three sword qi in the air.

Seeing Shen Qiu spurting out a mouthful of blood, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward with a knife.

The action staggered.

"Hehe, can't hold on?"

Ten thousand poisons are determined in their hearts.

The trapped beast is still fighting.

This killing miasma, but it's his home field!

In this poisonous miasma, he is not afraid of any master.

"Huh"

The out-of-shape knife style, with the tiger roaring knife qi, slashed towards the forehead of the Ten Thousand Poisons, and was carried by the latter to carry the obscure Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Book True Qi, which was shattered three feet in front of him, and the scattered knife qi slashed the surrounding dirt and flew everywhere.

But Shen Qiu slashed this knife, and he seemed to be at the end of his crossbow.

"Bang"

Shaking the light heavily in front of him, Shen Qiu was panting, and the poisonous gas entered his body, making the scene in front of him a little blurry.

The poisonous gas gushed, Shen Qiu's throat moved, like nausea, vomited out a mouthful of colorful blood, he stretched out his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse tone in this murderous poisonous smoke:

"Old man, have you ever counted? How many times have you been in contact with me just now? ”

"Huh?"

A few feet away, the old man of Ten Thousand Poisons was admiring the desperate struggle of Shen Qiu's generation of heroes, who were corrupted by his own poison little by little, and took his life little by little.

This kind of scene is his favorite, and he always immerses himself in it.

And hearing Shen Qiu's inquiry, Wan Poison was a little dazed for a while.

Indeed, in the brief fight just now, he and Shen Qiu had several contacts, but this...

So what?

Could it be that Shen Qiu is also a master of poison arts?

Have you poisoned yourself?

Hehe, the night is full of glass in hand, but he is invincible!

"Let Shen tell you a secret, Tashi Tsering."

Shen Qiu let go of the shaking knife inserted in the ground, he shook his body and stood up, clenched his ten fingers, and said to the ten thousand poisons in front of him:

"When you were ten feet in front of me... Shen, already, won! ”

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang"

A series of sounds suddenly erupted in the body of the ten thousand poisons, and the Shuoxue cold qi that had been sent into the body of the ten thousand poisons through the previous fight, with the technique of the divine claws, broke out at the same time, and in the body of the ten thousand poisons, the yin and cold qi needles spread horizontally.

The ten thousand poisonous true qi that is running in the meridians is like being stuck with several locks.

At this moment, it was forcibly stopped.

The cold and severe pain hit like a tide, making the eyes of the weak and seriously injured Wan Poison darken, and he almost went limp, his body injury, in addition to relying on the night glass fan to suppress the poison technique, all relied on the strong true qi to resist the small needles outside the body.

As soon as the true qi stopped, the small needles of cow hair inserted in the meridians turned away along the flow of blood, which was more painful than painful!

Even if it's just for a few moments...

"Bang"

Sacrificing his body to rise in nine points, Shen Qiu's body burned like a flame, and the threefold increase of true qi pressed the power into the limbs and hundreds of remains, like a raging fire, burning in Shen Qiu's body.

The toxin is still in effect.

But he couldn't stop Shen Qiu from rising like a mad tiger.

Shuo Xue and Xue Ji wrapped their two true qi around their fists, and with a lore punch, they punched in front of Wan Poison's body, dispelling the poisonous miasma, clasping the left hand into a claw-like shape, and between the ghost crying wolf howls, the cold ice spreads, like a ghost claw slapping horizontally.

hit Wan Poison five times in a row, black blood splashed everywhere, and the ice penetrated the body.

The two fists recovered a few points, and the two Yi Divine Fists hit head-on, one left and one right, hitting Wan Poison's chest, nine points of sacrifice and determination like anger, and the boiling true qi brought inexhaustible strength to Shen Qiu, making the sound of bone cracking sound so terrifying in the poisonous miasma.

Between three breaths, ten thousand poisons are like the best sandbag.

Shen Qiu's method of changing the method poured out all the fist techniques he mastered, like a ghost flickering, entangled in his side, and the ten thousand poisons that were hit spurted blood all over his body, like a broken water bladder.

"Ahh

The venomous old man also knew that the time of his death had come, and he couldn't catch Shen Qiu's moving figure, he only felt the ghost shadows in front of him, so he didn't distinguish it.

The tightly clasped black fan in his hand was raised, causing hundreds of poisonous smoke to erupt at the same time, trying to force Shen Qiu back.

But a familiar knife light lit up in front of him.

Knife...

Greedy wolf knife, Zhang Moxie's knife.

And this sword light is something I have never seen before.

"Lifeless!"

The hoarse and difficult voice sounded in the poisonous mist, and there was a tiger roar hidden in the light of Naha's fierce sword, just a casual knife, but it was full of a sense of rampantness.

This was the last slash that Shen Qiu could currently slash, and it was the last slash that all his understanding of the sword technique had gathered.

The knife lit up, and the poison around the body was forced three feet away.

And the sword light fell, Wan Poison felt weak, as if he had been thrown into a white wasteland, the autumn wind blew his body, and everywhere he looked, there was lonely frost and snow falling from the sky.

It's like coming to the land of Liaodong, where there is no one for thousands of miles.

Wan Poison's body felt the bitter cold parting in this knife intent, and at that moment, there was really a kind of loneliness and hardship.

Shen Qiu's knife contains knife intent, and the artistic conception has been derived from it, which is quite bitter and cold.

A shadow of death also covered the heart of Wan Poison.

"Don't think!"

The demon raised his left hand regardless of it, trying to block the knife with the tenacity of the twelve, but the sword flashed and did not collide with the night glass.

I only feel the autumn breeze mixed with falling snow flashing, and there is a cool air rising on my wrist.

Wan Poison staggered back a step.

He looked down at his left hand, the wound was frozen, there was not a trace of blood, but the entire palm had disappeared, and when Wan Poison raised his head again, he saw that the glazed black fan of the night that had fallen from the sky was being held in Shen Qiu's hand.

Not good!

"Ahem, ahem"

Shen Qiu held the knife in his left hand and the black fan in his right hand, and opened it with a bang.

In the sound of violent coughing, the hundred poisonous smoke that had originally wrapped around him and wanted to kill him here, as if they were afraid of something, moved away from Shen Qiu in an instant.

The killing poisonous miasma, which was already a tarsal bone and a soul-snatching miasma, was also forcibly stripped away by the black fan in Shen Qiu's hand.

Shen Qiu's pale face also became a little more comfortable.

"The night is full of glass, poisonous treasure soldiers, taking people's lives, and ten thousand poisons are not invaded."

Shen Qiu put the knife into the sheath, took a few steps back, and held the shaking knife inserted in the ground in his hand, he raised his head, looked at the ten thousand poisons that spurted blood from his mouth, and said:

"The battle between the King of Medicine and the inheritance of Ten Thousand Poisons should have been fair, and both sides relied on their means to seek a chance to win in all kinds of dangers, but you, the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons, used this night to cheat!

With this treasure in hand, no matter how fierce the poison Uncle Feng gives you, you will not die, this competition has no meaning from the beginning.

You win at the beginning, but you have to pretend to be fair and generous.

What a shame! ”

Shen Qiu carried the knife, feeling the strange poison in his body that was being dispelled little by little by the night glazed black fan, he walked forward, and the poison seemed to turn around and flee, but without the suppression of the night glaze.

The remnants of Feng Yafu's previous three rounds of poison also exploded in his body.

This is a more terrible wound than an internal wound from a knife wound.

As a master of poison, Wan Poison knows very well the consequences of allowing these poisons to be destroyed in the body.

"Shen heard that those who are good at water will drown. You used this fan to kill people, and you were so happy to kill, think about it, you will be very happy to die under this fan, right? ”

Shen Qiu glanced at the night end glass fan in his hand, he didn't understand the use of this fan.

But now, he doesn't need to understand.

He grabbed the black fan, raised his hand and waved it three times in a row towards Wan Poison, and the billowing poisonous smoke wrapped around the fan whistled, wrapping around Wan Poison, making him slump to the ground.

He tried to use the true qi of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Book to dissolve these strange poisons.

But...

"Poof"

Shaking the light knife, the cold blade broke through the air, Shen Qiu maintained the posture of throwing, and saw that the treasure knife pierced into the poisonous smoke, inserted into the chest of ten thousand poisons, and flew up with this demon and broke through the body.

It's like a flagpole, stuck in the corroded ground.

"Ahh

Wan Poison knew he was going to die.

Not only because a knife pierced the heart and ruined the vitality, but also because the hundreds of toxins in the body were out of control and could no longer be reconciled, even if there was no knife to shake the light, he would not be able to live.

When he saw Shen Qiu coming over, there was also a last trace of ruthlessness mixed in pain in his eyes, which had become cloudy due to the addition of strange poison.

At the end of the night, not everyone can use it.

As one of the Supreme Twelve, it also has the same bad problems as other treasure blades, and if you touch it at will, you will be poisoned and die under the fan.

Wan Poison didn't know why this fierce fan was so docile in Shen Qiu's hands.

But he didn't care anymore.

"Old man, cough, cough, dominate the world, no loss in this life! What can you do if you kill the old man? ”

Every inch of skin on Wan Poison's body began to beat, like a monster trying to tear his body, rush out of the world, and kill everything that existed within a hundred feet.

Shen Qiu couldn't dodge.

The moment he broke his life, he had already stepped into the Yellow Spring.

"Smack"

A bottle smashed into the handle of the shaker and shattered.

In the last vision of Wan Poison, what I saw was a black strange insect with seven or eight legs and a tail like a scorpion.

Lying on a piece of frozen bone fingers that were still covered with flesh and blood, he let out bursts of mournful screams, like a hidden weapon, and pounced on him with teeth and claws.

The last hope of the same end...

It's bleak.

The justice that hundreds of Jianghu guests who died tragically at the hands of Wan Poison on the south bank of Quarry Rock were eager for, tonight, was asked to come back by Shen Qiu!