Ming Xiaohe took Ling Bo's slight steps, instantly rushed to Murong Bo, and then quickly swung his fist.

It's a pity that Ling Bo's micro-step is a light skill, which can only increase the movement speed, not the attack speed.

Although the power contained in Ming Xiaohe's fist is like a wild beast, the speed of the punch can be two or three times that of ordinary people.

Seeing Ming Xiaohe's fist smashing towards him, Murong Bo hurriedly swung his fist and slammed into Ming Xiaohe's fist to resist.

These two punches are not mixed with move martial arts, but only contain each other's own internal strength.

The two fists collided together, creating a loud sonic boom, and the strong wind blew away the surrounding dust.

The internal force of the two impacted each other through their arms, and as time passed, the two confronted each other for a minute, and the internal force in Murong Bo's body could only hold on.

Murong Bo withdrew his arm and swung his fist again to attack Ming Xiaohe, just like that, the two of them kept swinging and punching each other quickly, and every time they exchanged punches, there would be a sonic boom, and I don't know how many punches were right.

I only heard a "click", which came from the two of them, and outsiders didn't know if it was from Ming Xiaohe's arm or from Murong Bo's arm.

However, this "click" means that one of the two must have a broken arm, and the battle is about to end.

"Old dog, how does it feel to break the bones of your hand?" Ming Xiaohe looked at Murong Bo and smiled evilly.

"Little brute, you ......" Murong Bo gritted his teeth with hatred for Ming Xiaohe.

The "click" just now came from the bones of my hand, and the pain of breaking the bones of my hand was a heart-rending pain.

"Old dog, I'll send you to your dead dog son right away."

The hand that Ming Xiaohe and Murong Bo were fighting against each other instantly turned into a fist, grabbed Murong Bo's fist tightly, and twisted it vigorously, and there was a "click" sound on Murong Bo's arm again.

Then the other hand turned into a palm and slapped Murong Bo's chest with one palm, and the other party hurriedly used his other hand to protect his chest with his arm.

Although Ming Xiaohe's palm only hit Murong Bo's arm, it still shook him back again and again.

Murong Bo took seven or eight steps back to stabilize his body, and the right hand of his fist with Ming Xiaohe kept dripping blood from his cuff, and he could only feel the heart-rending pain in his right arm now.

In order to protect his chest, his left hand was slapped on his arm by Ming Xiaohe, and now his left hand is still numb and trembling slightly.

Murong Bo has already guessed his fate, his current combat strength is not five out of ten, if nothing happens, he will die at the hands of Ming Xiaohe, and then go to meet the ancestors and ancestors.

Just when Murong Bo was distracted, Ming Xiaohe had already hit the internal force in his palm and waved his hand at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo is not willing to be tied, since it is a dead end, why not let go of the battle and fight for a chance of survival.

He forgot about the pain in his body and rushed towards Ming Xiaohe with his fist.

A fist and a palm, handed together, the sonic boom was like thunder, deafening.

The strong wind generated blew the long hair of Murong Bo and Ming Xiaohe flying wantonly, and then shook both sides back, Murong Bo retreated six steps, and Ming Xiaohe retreated seven steps.

Murong Bo's letting go made him have a faint upper hand in this fist duel with Ming Xiaohe, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed wildly.

The blow just now was already his life-threatening blow, and he was now in a state of exhaustion, and he could not use it a second time.

"Old dog, I promise to send you to your son."

After Ming Xiaohe stabilized his body, he looked at Murong Bodao at the end of the strong crossbow.

The fist fight with Murong Bo just now, although it did not cause too much injury to Ming Xiaohe, but it also made Ming Xiaohe's qi and blood unstable, so it made Ming Xiaohe a little angry.

"Dragons fight in the wild!"

Like a sonic boom like a dragon's groan, Ming Xiaohe's internal force was instantly released from his palm.

Seeing that the internal force was about to hit Murong Bo, a gray-clothed old monk holding a broom appeared here in an instant.

The old monk took a broom and gently swept the ground, the stones broken by the stone lions, the sweeping monk swept the ground, and dozens of stones instantly shot at the palm force that Ming Xiaohe hit, and the palm power was easily resolved.

"Amitabha!"

"The poor monk also asked the donor to put down the butcher's knife and return the Buddha to a clean land."

The sweeping monk folded his hands and bowed slightly towards Ming Xiaohe.

"The younger generation has seen the master, and the master asked me to put down the butcher knife, but I don't have a knife in my hand, how can I put down the butcher knife?" Ming Xiaohe spread out his hands and said helplessly.

"Hey, hey! This little ghost is really bold, and he dares to make fun of such a master. ”

Li Qiushui smiled coquettishly after looking at Ming Xiaohe's actions, as a master of the grandmaster, she could naturally see that the strength of the sweeping monk was extraordinary.

"Mother, is that old monk very powerful?" After Li Qingluo heard Li Qiushui's words, she asked.

"That sweeping monk strength