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He Kun's figure appeared on the other side, and the fog was faintly cold, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

"Hehe, your opponent is the old man. ”

After that, as soon as He Kun's body moved, he shot with all his strength, and went directly towards the four of them.

When the palm was churning, the diffuse mist was directly dispersed, and it was accompanied by a group of wolves when the palm was released.

This is the appearance of the artistic conception when it is completed, which can not only affect the opponent's mind, but also enhance the power of the move several times.

"He Kun! you dare!" The unpoisoned Condensation Six-Rank Master received He Kun's attack with all his strength, and shouted angrily.

It's just that his artistic conception has not reached the realm of Dacheng, and his cultivation is only comparable to He Kun, even if he makes a full shot, he is shocked by He Kun's palm, and his body can't help but shake.

The other three were directly attacked by He Kun and retreated one after another because they wanted to suppress the toxicity in their bodies, and their cultivation was greatly damaged.

He Kun's eyes lit up, and he had a good idea of the current strength of the four of them, hehe laughed fiercely, his true qi worked, and he turned his palm and attacked again.

Taking advantage of the time when the four of them were restrained by He Kun, the flying knife in Hua Yu's hand was about to come out.

Wan Lao was terrified when he saw this, but a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.

The body shape is illusory, he suppresses the poison in his body, and regardless of the wound that has just been shot by the flying knife, he constantly changes his position with the peerless light skill of the Condensation Void Realm so that Hua Yu cannot lock his position, and at the same time approaches Hua Yu.

He didn't know that a radius of fifty meters was shrouded in Hua Yu's spiritual power, and doing so only added a little difficulty to Hua Yu.

In fact, it was only an instant, and Wan Lao had already swept past the battle position of He Kun and the other four, less than ten meters away from Hua Yu.

However, the flying knife in Hua Yu's hand never shot out.

Instead, he decisively turned around and fled into the thick fog, quickly running backwards.

Wan Lao looked at the figure of Hua Yu, which was almost invisible in the thick fog, and his eyes were uncertain.

In an instant, his eyes were full of joy, and he knew that the flower rain must be the "poison of cloud incense".

These old guys in the Condensation Realm naturally knew what the "Yunxiang Poison" attack was.

Seeing that Hua Yu couldn't send out a flying knife, just ran away quickly, and didn't perform light skills, he was even more sure of the speculation in his heart.

Catch up, this is the best time to kill him.

Solving the flower rain, He Kun's traitor is not to worry.

The thought flashed quickly in Wan Lao's heart, and his figure did not stop, and he endured the pain in his chest and quickly chased in the direction of Hua Yu's escape in the spiritual power induction.

Hua Yu, who was running in front of him, was also in pain at this time, his true qi in his body was out of control, rampage, even if his meridians and the qi of creation in the clan were transformed, there was also a faint feeling of pain from needles and hammers.

The moment he sensed that his true qi was out of control, he quickly chose to escape, and instantly entered the artistic conception of "Forgetting Love".

With only his senses, the pain in his body could no longer affect his thoughts, and he quickly chose the route to escape.

With the strong body that has been tempered by the cultivation of the "Health Preservation Formula" since he was a child and the qi of creation in the Heshi Bi, the speed of Hua Yu's feet is also as fast as an arrow.

At this moment, Hua Yu's mind is divided into three parts, and the suppression of the true qi in the body is insufficient, and the true qi has faintly injured the internal organs, and there is a trace of sweetness in the throat.

Fortunately, the strange fog in this "ghost fog forest" gave Hua Yu a chance to escape.

Wan Lao followed closely, the distance was slowly narrowing, it was less than ten meters, and he could clearly see Hua Yu's back.

He stared at Hua Yudao, who didn't look back and ran away, with a sneer:

"Hehe, Huayu Xiao'er, the taste of the 'Yunxiang Poison' attack is not pleasant, and the time of this poison attack will become shorter and shorter, until finally the True Qi Chaos explodes and dies. ”

Hua Yu ran with all his might, unwilling to spend any strength to respond to him.

Wan Lao continued:

"It's hard to suppress this poison, how long can you suppress it?"

Wan Lao, who was talking and wanted to disturb Hua Yu's mood, suddenly increased his speed, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced on Hua Yu's back.

Hua Yu had no time to dodge at all, and instinctively threw out the flying knife with pure physical strength.

Bang!

I don't know how effective the flying knife is, but Hua Yu was hit in the back by Wan Lao's palm.

Wan Lao's palm almost used his strongest strength at this time, and Hua Yu was directly knocked away by this palm, and finally spurted blood uncontrollably, and faintly heard the sound of bones breaking.

This palm also contains a stream of true qi that also entered the Huayu meridians, and the suppressed turbulent true qi was immediately like a flood that had been washed away by the embankment, surging wantonly in the meridians, and Huayu couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood, including this thin fragment of viscera.

But at the same time, this palm also widened the distance from Wan Lao, and in the state of forgetfulness, Hua Yu was not hurt by the injury at all, and quickly got up after landing, and continued to run forward quickly and steadily.

After that, Wan Lao fiercely pulled out the flying knife on his right thigh, staring fiercely at the direction where Hua Yu fell into the thick fog.

At the same time, he was shocked in his heart, no one knew the power of the palm just now better than him, even if it was an ordinary condensation master, there was no reason to be spared by his palm.

However, Hua Yu is just a congenital third grade, but he only vomited two mouthfuls of blood and broke a few bones, and he was still able to run with all his might.

This kind of flower rain made his heart cold, but the ruthlessness in his eyes was heavier, he had to kill Hua Yu, and he must not be allowed to live.

With a wave of his hand, he sealed and pushed the acupoint of the injured area, and after stopping the bleeding slightly, he chased frantically in the direction where Hua Yu escaped in the sense.

Hua Yu in the realm of forgetfulness took all his strength to escape as his first choice, and in a state of serious injury, he only allocated a small part of his energy to suppress and regulate the "poison of cloud fragrance" in his body and the wisp of true qi that was beaten into his body by Wan Lao.

I don't know how long he fled, but Wan Lao, who was seriously injured in the chest and thighs by the flying knife, never managed to close the distance between him and Hua Yu.

Similarly, Hua Yu failed to open up the distance between him and Wan Lao, who was chasing after him.

However, it was obvious that the breath in Hua Yu's body was becoming more and more disordered, and blood was already oozing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Suddenly, the thick fog in front of Hua Yu's eyes dissipated, as if it was inexplicably cut off from here.

What entered the eye was a large flat grassy slope that sloped downward, and three or four hundred meters away was the end of the grassy slope, on which a stone manor with a radius of two or three acres was located.

A bright light flashed in Hua Yu's eyes, and the body that rushed forward suddenly fell into disarray, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He tried to get up, but just managed to straighten up, and fell to the ground helplessly.

Wan Lao, who was chasing behind, was also very tired at this time, his hair was scattered, his robe was dirty, and he sensed the sudden stop of the flower rain, his eyes were vigilant, and even his speed slowed down slightly.

Immediately, there was joy in his eyes, and the speed suddenly rose, and two or three breaths were already within the visual range of the dense fog, and the figure of Hua Yu falling to the ground clearly appeared in his eyes.

Ten meters, Wan Lao's eyes couldn't help but be surprised.

Hua Yu's condition is obviously that he is no longer able to escape, and it only takes a breath of time for him to kill Hua Yu under his palm and end it all.

Victory is in sight, Wan Lao's heart is full of joy, and even the injuries on his body seem to be lighter, and the speed is improved by another point.

Hua Yu in front of him also sensed his approach, and his face when he turned his head was filled with horror and despair, making Wan Lao almost can't help but laugh three times to ease the anger in his heart.

But at this moment of distraction, he saw Hua Yu's left hand on the ground move slightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, full of chaotic true qi scurrying.

Then, as he was rapidly approaching Hua Yu, his body suddenly stopped, his hand covering his throat, but he could only make a "ho-ho" sound, and he glared angrily and fell to his knees.

Hua Yu, who was still vomiting blood, indifferently swept the flying knife that had been inserted into Wan Lao's throat, and immediately sat down cross-legged, using all his energy to mobilize the true qi in his body.

At this time, the meridians in Hua Yu's body were already faintly cracked, and the knife that had just been issued was only done by forcibly stimulating his potential with a secret method, at the cost of the original riotous true qi being even more violent, and the true qi that entered the body of Wan Lao was also lost its suppression, and it was even more unscrupulous in destroying his viscera and meridians in his body.

The true qi of the incomparably riotous was completely out of control, like a flood bursting the embankment with a huge force of 10,000 tons wantonly squeezing his already precarious meridians.