Seeing that Duan Yanqing was about to die under He Evil's sword, Murong Bo made another move.

This-stirring stick-

No, you can't say that.

This stick that stirred up gold and jade and, pointed out, and suddenly a wind of fingers came into the air, shooting towards He Xie.

He Evil Man was in mid-air, and suddenly pounced down, dodging this finger, and at the same time swept with a sword.

Brush!

Blood splattered, and Duan Yanqing's legs suddenly broke knee-high!

Whoosh!

Without waiting for He Xie to make up for the sword, the wind behind him was like a knife, and the knife was urging his life, He Xie was helpless, stepped on Ling Bo and walked slightly, and instantly moved left and right, to a few zhang away.

Murong Bo volleyed in the air, his two fingers continued to point, and he shot out a series of sharp finger winds, hitting He Xie without the power to parry, so he could only keep dodging.

The two chased and fled, constantly jumping and falling in the dense forest, and everywhere they passed, all the trees that were swept by Murong Bo's finger wind exploded, without exception, the power of their fingering can be seen.

On the other side, Duan Yanqing's legs were broken at the knees, but he didn't even frown.

He really didn't hurt, his legs had been disabled for more than ten years, and he had long been unconscious, He Xie cut off his legs with a sword, he just felt that his body was light, and then the blood flowed, and then he realized that his legs had been broken.

He immediately stretched out his hand to connect a few acupuncture points on his body, sealing the blood veins in his legs, and the blood flow gradually stopped, but after only a while, he had lost too much blood, and he only felt that his mouth was full of rust smell, his eyes were full of gold stars, and his face was like gold paper.

He watched Murong Bo drive He Xie like a rabbit all over the woods, and he was afraid, but he was shocked again.

"Volley Finger Power!" He gasped and muttered.

He found that the finger power emitted by the man in black was even more powerful than that of a yang finger, but the two were different. The Yiyang Finger is still biased towards hitting acupoints, but the Volley Fingering of the man in black is more inclined to killing, so the power is much greater than that of the Yiyang Finger.

But on the contrary, Duan Yanqing had never seen this kind of fingering before!

This is not to blame Duan Yanqing for being lonely and unheard, Murong Bo's fingering is the family heirloom of the Gusu Murong family-Shenhe Finger.

This refers to the creation of Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family, and the word Shenhe is named after the "Shenhezhuang" where the Murong family has lived for generations, and the name of the village comes from the key battle of the Murong family's Houyan Kingdom from prosperity to decline - the Battle of Shenhepi.

Murong Longcheng created this fingering, aiming to let the younger generations not forget the national shame, know the shame and be brave. It's a pity that the name is really ominous, and the original version of the finger is far less subtle and powerful than the yang finger.

The reason why this fingering is so sharp in Murong Bo's hands is because this is an improved version of a variety of fingering techniques in Murong Bo's collection of Shaolin seventy-two stunts, so Duan Yanqing can't recognize it at all.

It can be seen that after knowing Murong Bo's fingering method that far surpasses the fingering of Yiyang, and his legs were cut off by He Xie's sword just now, Rao is Duan Yanqing is still full of hatred, but at this moment, he can't help but be disheartened and desperate.

He endured for more than ten years, bent on revenge and regaining his throne, but when he first came into contact with the Duan family, he was frustrated one after another and achieved nothing.

Could it be that God is really so unfair?

"I'm not convinced!" Duan Yanqing roared angrily, and suddenly walked to the ground a little bit, and shot towards Duan Yu!

"Ahh

If this staff was sturdy, Duan Yu's head would definitely be torn apart.

Seeing this, He Xie, who was not far away, cursed secretly in his heart, and didn't want to rush to this side!

It stands to reason that a person who cuts off his legs will not be as alive and mental to kill as Duan Yanqing, even if he seals the acupoints and intercepts the pulse to stop the bleeding, but the pain is half dead, not to mention the huge fear and gap that he bears psychologically when he is suddenly disabled.

In the fierce battle, He Xie did not fully consider Duan Yanqing's actual situation, so it led to the crisis that Duan Yu is facing now.

Of course, He Xie didn't want Duan Yu to die, whether it was out of feelings or interests.

Seeing that Duan Yanqing's staff was about to fall, Duan Yu below had already screamed in horror, his face was desperate, but He Xie was still two feet away.

It's too late!

Fortunately, He Xie has always been cautious and reserves three points for everything.

He failed to kill Duan Yanqing, and he subconsciously felt unreliable, so although he was chased by Murong Bo very embarrassed, he never went far, but just took him around in circles.

Although I can't get there in person now, it's not impossible.

At the critical moment, the sword in He Xie's hand came out of his hand.

Sou!

Like a bolt of lightning.

The next moment, the sword sank into Duan Yanqing's left shoulder!

After all, Duan Yanqing lost too much blood and his strength plummeted, if he hadn't noticed that he had moved half an inch abruptly, He Xie's sword just now would have killed him!

A good Duan Yanqing, even if his left shoulder was pierced by a long sword, he was only stunned, and he still gritted his teeth and insisted on hitting Duan Yu's head with a cane.

Made!

How angry is this, how can you let your brother who has just married me let you beat him to death in front of my eyes?

"Get out of here!"

At that moment, his whole body was churning like angry waves, and suddenly he slapped it in the air with a palm!

The surging internal force suddenly erupted from his palm, and the majestic energy exploded in the void in an instant!

Rumble!

Two screams sounded in the stirring smoke and dust, and at the same time, He Xie's body suddenly stagnated, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and his five internal organs were like twisted into a ball of twisted flowers, and he was in pain.

The internal force is released, and it is not simple to spray the internal force out, which is a trick.

He Xie forcibly broke out of his body with a hundred years of skill, although it worked, but this blow made him immediately counterattacked and suffered internal injuries.

How could Murong Bo, who was chasing after him, let go of this great opportunity, and pointed out it at the moment, and pointed it out again and again.

He Xie dodged in embarrassment, barely dodged, and took the time to sweep away, but saw Duan Yu lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, while Duan Yanqing carried Yue Laosan and Ye Erniang, who also didn't know life and death, and flew away into the distance.

"Poof!"

He Xie spurted out another mouthful of blood.

A hundred years of strength was causing chaos in the dantian, and this time, he had to use all his internal forces to suppress the injuries in his body.

It's a ......

Rolled in embarrassment again, and after dodging Murong Bo's blow, He Xie spurted out another mouthful of blood, went to Duan Yu's side, grabbed him, and flew three feet away before throwing Duan Yu to the ground and turning around.

In Murong Bo's eyes, where can he not see that He Xie is already the end of the strong crossbow?

At this moment, he was victorious, but he was not in a hurry to pursue, he fell not far from He Xie, stood with his hands in his hands, and said proudly: "Young man, do you want to die, or do you want to live?" ”

"I want Nima!" He Xie sneered, wiped the blood from his mouth, and a murderous intent burst out in his eyes!

He suddenly reached out and slapped it on his waist, and the next moment, there was a big guy with a metallic luster in his hand.

Cesium ion real air gun!

Yes, he's going to hang up.

The traverser can't hit the hanging, and he doesn't stumble.

"Why are you forcing me?"

He Xie sighed, and in Murong Bo's frightened eyes, he suddenly pointed the muzzle of the gun at him and pulled the trigger.

Rumble!