This idea Du Chuanchang had, but he really couldn't pull his face, after all, Nalan Yewang was watching from the sidelines.

"That's it, let him be majestic once today, and the three women will give him a day or two first, so that he can have a little hope in his heart, and fortunately he will work hard in the next game, and play a little more exciting, that Wang Yurou also has to wake up quickly, after all, he has been in a coma, and his life is worried! That's my woman, young master." Du Chuanchang thought about it for a while and then made up his mind, Zhao Yuheng was vertically in his hand, and a pair of wings couldn't fly out of his palm, what did he have to worry about?

Zhao Yuheng pulled out the dagger-shaped weapon on his arm, held the intricate handle behind the blade in his hand, and passed the four fingers directly through the four iron rings next to the arm, and then pinched his fist, and the palm just touched something, just listening to the click, the blade of the dagger spread ninety degrees horizontally with the handle as the center, and it turned from a dagger into a single-edged fist. Zhao Yuheng clenched his fist with his right hand and stabbed, and slowly put on a half-offensive and half-defensive starting hand with his bare upper body. Hook your finger at the opposite side of the circle, and that means you're ready.

Among the disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect opposite, one person slowly walked out, directly took off his robe, and only wore a pair of autumn pants and went on the field bare-chested, wearing a pair of huge iron claws on his hands, which were simple in structure, strong and durable, and the disadvantage was that there was no machine that could be rotated at all, so that his hands with two claws could only maintain the shape of five fingers crossed and straightened in unison, and he could not move for half a minute above the wrist joints. The disciple of the Poisonous Dragon Sect looked as young as Yinchen, his body bones had not grown, and he looked thin and weak, when Zhao Yuheng saw him, a trace of reluctance and hesitation flashed in his eyes, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Yurou's face frowning slightly in a coma, and his wandering eyes also became determined and solemn.

"The poisonous dragon teaches the three of them, and they teach the prince to make a high move. The Poison Dragon Sect disciple spoke first, and his childlike voice was full of ruffian-like oily tones.

Zhao Yuheng nodded to indicate that he knew, and he did not report his name again because there was no need. His eyes were focused, and in his body, which was rolling in the pile of fat powder on weekdays, he finally forcibly supported the green wind blades, and the tails of those wind blades diffused with bands of mist, like many green poisonous snakes, exuding a cold and mean coercion. These green wind blades and water mist did not converge towards Zhao Yuheng's right hand, but were evenly distributed around his body, moving slowly and solemnly. The poisonous wind on Zhao Yuheng's body did not have the slightest vision of a violent and restless wind, but was like a still lake. The three people opposite him raised his eyebrows slightly, expressing his surprise at this special poisonous Gangfeng, and slowly opened his posture.

The heavy mist emitted a bone-chilling damp aura, erupting from Qi San's body and turning into a three-colored poisonous cloud rolling with a huge storm. Almost obscured his figure. His pair of steel claws, which were a little exaggerated in shape and size, were like ghost claws hidden in the body of the Dark Mist Ghost at this time, faintly, but exuding a ruthless murderous intent.

The poisonous aura spread, and although this breath resisted a strong sour taste, it did not have the powerful corrosiveness of decaying things like the ghost Gangfeng, but it had more of an infectious power. The ground under the feet of the two was no longer sandy at this time, but a small green puddle, in which several sea cucumbers floated up, turning their bellies, and black rotten pockmarks slowly encroached on the bodies of these little creatures.

The atmosphere in the "Colosseum" is so cold that it can almost be precipitated, where can Zhao Yuheng, who is pampered on weekdays, stand such an atmosphere, his heart is already nervous to death, and the fear of death and pain has returned to his neurons, forcing him to make irrational moves.

"Tianluo Scorpion Tail Fist!" Zhao Yuheng shouted, hoping that this set of divine skills that he had practiced the purest and most powerful would be as majestic as its name, bringing him victory and hope of survival. The yin calm water mist that came out of his body suddenly tightened, clinging to the surface of his body and surging to his hands, "Tianluo Scorpion Tail Fist" is not a one-and-a-half-style martial art, it is a real divine skill, including the method of cultivating the internal breath of vitality and the external skill routine used to resist the enemy. At the moment when Zhao Yuheng shouted the name of the divine skill, he subconsciously put on a starting move like a Pegasus Meteor Fist, pressing all his courage, anger, hope and dignity on the mystery-level fist blade in his right hand.

He unleashed a powerful jab, which was the first form of "Tianluo Scorpion Tail Fist".

The other side of the three sides also reacted at the moment when he swung his fist, with one claw, a sudden rush under his feet, a slight turn of his waist, and a sideways sprint past Zhao Yuheng's fist stab, the huge claws in the hands of this double disciple have become two assassination blades, extremely flexible. The moment he almost threw himself into the arms of the prince, he stabbed out at the same time, one in the lower abdomen and the other in the heart.

Zhao Yuheng was startled, his eyes showed irrepressibly despair, his mind was blank at the same time, and his body secretly practicing divine skills behind his father's back took the lead in the initial survival reaction, and the pace of rushing forward suddenly moved sideways (there is no backward footwork in the divine moves on the Fengyuan Continent) The slightly thin figure brushed the ground and moved out half a zhang, that is, about one and a half meters, the second time his fist blade had been stabbed out, the move was old, the right arm had been completely straightened, his body was simply driven by his left foot as the axis, the waist and back exerted force, and suddenly a rotation, the fist spur on the right hand was driven by the body, and he made a small half-style whirlwind fist。

A fierce wind pressure slashed through a quarter of a circle in the air with the fist blade, and in an instant, it turned into a dark green wind blade, slashing towards Qi San like a high-speed shocking chainsaw.

The disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect have already seen the changes in front of them, and the people who can cultivate to the realm of entering the body in the Poison Dragon Sect, and the people who can enjoy a human target, are really people who have mixed very well in the cruel competition mechanism within the Poison Dragon Sect, but the three have experienced some battles, and they are really not surprised at all by Zhao Yuheng's dodge counterattack, let alone expect him to mess up. At the moment when Zhao Yuheng dodged to the side, he made a response. The claw attack with both hands was not halfway through the attack, and the one hand sank to the waist and abdomen, ready to attack, and the other hand directly blocked the side of the neck, and the water mist rolling around the body also instantly condensed on the raised steel claw, turning into a thick layer of mist-like shield. Qi San couldn't help sneering in his heart, secretly glad that he didn't use staggered defense, and only used a simple sudden advance, otherwise when the qi veins of the whole body were locked by the heavens, where would he get so many tricks to change the enemy?

He was secretly slackening, determined that he would be able to completely parry Zhao Yuheng's blow, when a crisp sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and then the body protection wind on his body was directly forcibly dispersed by a strange force that he had never felt. Qi San was startled, and suddenly exerted force on his arm, pushed, twisted, and pressed hard, and used the spikes on the huge steel claws to hold Zhao Yuheng's thin and short fist blade, and at the same time rotated his body over, and the giant claw of the other hand slapped out very hard without hesitation.

At this time, Zhao Yuheng's soul finally returned to his body, and after instinctively reacting to let him escape, his desire to survive became even more intense, seeing the other party's paw sweeping over, his eyes were fixed, his eyebrows were erected, and his empty right hand suddenly bounced up before the arrival of the three steel claws, and a finger popped out of his eyes in the air.

"Starlight Needle Finger Power", the extinct magic on the rivers and lakes, in the special internal breath operation mode, can send out a few wind blades from the fingertips to attack the opponent in the air at close range, this kind of magic skill does not need a hidden weapon to exert the same effect as a hidden weapon, but the difficulty of cultivation is really not small, first of all, it is necessary to transform other kinds of vitality into a special poisonous attribute vitality according to the internal cultivation method, and secondly, it is necessary to comprehend the mystery of "Liulan".

Zhao Yuheng's previous cultivation of the child's divine skill is a partial divine skill that complements this divine skill, but before he went through sexual affairs, he comprehended the mystery of "Liulan" and he couldn't use such a magical skill, but now it's okay, he has the vitality of the poisonous attribute, and he has comprehended that "Liulan" uses such a magical move to naturally capture.

At this time, it was precisely the moment when the mysterious weapon in his hand pressed the opponent's spiritual weapon and made the opponent's body protection dissipate.

Zhao Yuheng, who was in a hurry, didn't pay attention to his habitual popping out of his three fingers, and as a result, three black-green wind blades shot out from his fingertips one after another, and they shot straight into Qi San's forehead. The junior disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect who are not as knowledgeable as they are, where did they ever think that this pampered second son of the Chongming prince still has this kind of means that is better than a hidden weapon without the help of a hidden weapon, and when he saw three dark green wind blades pop out in his hand, his mind was empty, if it weren't for the body instinct driven by the perennial fighting on the edge of life and death, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, and at the same time hastily stimulated a thin layer of body protection Gangfeng, I was afraid that this time I would have to be poked blind.

Rao is like this, Zhao Yuheng's poisonous wind still hit Qi San's forehead, and the cold toxin directly drilled into his brain and began to spread slowly. He was dizzy for a while, and the scene in front of him began to blur, as if he had encountered a green fog. The disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect was shocked, of course he knew that the most difficult poison in the world to solve was not the poison that was applied to the weapon and refined in the elixir, but the poison of Gangfeng, but whenever a poison could be integrated into Gangfeng, the toxicity would increase by five times compared to before.

In the teachings of the Poison Dragon Sect, there is a precept that "at any time you must not allow the vital parts to be attacked by poisonous poisons", because even the weakest poison, once it hits the vital point and spreads in the vital place, it is definitely a deadly hidden danger that even the most powerful antidote method cannot completely dispel and eliminate. It may recur and kill at any time, and this hidden danger will also seriously drag down cultivation, and it will be difficult to break through even a small realm.

Poison into the brain, just as poison into the heart, for the monks of the world, it is a disaster equivalent to death, even if they live, their future or something has already been destroyed.

After all, Qi San was a junior disciple, and his cultivation of entering the body did not prove that he had extraordinary insight and a truly calm mind, and he was frightened by the terrible consequences of "poisoning into the brain" at this time. Most of his own morale was drained first, and at the same time, Zhao Yuheng completely lost the perception of fear in the pressure of survival, puffed up the wind, mustered up the courage, and used the choice of his life on his fists.

Under the panic and fear, the three parried indiscriminately, and because they were suppressed by the mysterious weapon, Gangfeng cultivation, so a double good hand that could completely crush the opponent was actually hit by a good hand who entered the body and one heavy. After a set of "Tianluo Scorpion Tail Fist", there were not only three penetrating wounds on Qi San's body, but also several more fist marks.

Zhao Yuheng's poison skill is the so-called pure yuan poison skill, that is, the poison skill that has not been tempered by any poisonous mist and is gathered by relying on special divine skills. His mist-like wind pierced into Qi San's body, and immediately turned into an extremely stubborn toxin, cold, viscous, blocking the meridians, not to mention, even nerve conduction can be blocked, so that Qi San's ability to move has been greatly reduced.

The cold and heavy stickiness could not weaken the pain of being stabbed, and under the effect of severe pain, Qi San finally came to his senses, and at this time, the instinct to survive and the shame of defeat burned him like a green poisonous fire, making him grit his teeth and stomp his feet to burst into all the strength that he could still use. The steel claws of his hands were completely used by him as a big knife, and a set of "Violent Turbulence Zhu Poisonous Hand", which was widely circulated among his disciples, was unreservedly swayed, and Zhao Yuheng launched a life-fighting confrontation.

Zhao Yuheng's weapons were sharp, and his three moves were ruthless, and the two of them all performed routine combos, and they were on par with each other. Zhao Yuheng's poisonous fist added some stabbing sword and even spear moves, while Qi San's poisonous claws added more meaning of long knives and plate axes. The two men collided with each other with a dull sound and a tooth-aching crunch like the impact of steel and squeezing, and the crisp sonorous sound of the intersecting weapons had long been connected into a rousing march. The two of them fought for nearly three hundred rounds in a simple Colosseum surrounded by a circle of Poisonous Dragon Sect disciples, and finally because of Zhao Yuheng's carelessness, the balance of victory and defeat was tilted.

Zhao Yuheng was injured, and at the moment when he threw a punch and stabbed directly, he was torn off the flesh of his shoulder by the claw wind like the horns of the three antelopes.

This was originally an insignificant small wound, but in the three-color wind, there were thirty kinds of herb and tree poisons, and as soon as this mixed poison touched Zhao Yuheng's body, it immediately spread to the whole body, and the poison of the Poison Dragon Sect had already gone too far on the road of "Sanyuan". [.]