After nearly ten punches, Wang Fugui frowned, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop overflowing with wisps of red blood. At this moment, his body was already trembling slightly, and his punches were getting weaker and weaker, and his strength was already running out.

On the other hand, He Qiu's face was only a little pale, but his body and pace were still steady, punching one punch after another, and he swung it out neatly without hindrance.

"Three punches. Wang Fugui secretly sighed that it was not good, and silently estimated in his heart. The strength he had left was enough to throw three punches at most, but He Qiu in front of him still had a lot of spare strength. Originally, Wang Fugui wanted to exchange fists for punches, consume each other's strength, and at the last moment, end with a tricky snake punch, a surprise blow. But the current situation is to use the treacherous snake punch at the moment, and with He Qiu's current state, most of them can follow.

Wang Fugui knew in his heart that the best choice at the moment was to take the initiative to admit defeat, and after a confrontation, he was indeed defeated by He Qiu, but it was useless to swing the last three punches. However, Wang Fugui gritted his teeth, unwilling to do so, this time, he obviously saw the hope of winning, so he had to try hard.

He Qiu frowned, and the corners of Wang Fugui's mouth in front of him suddenly pulled up a strange smile, and the red blood foam scarlet actually made him feel a little chilling.

"Pretending to be a ghost. He Qiu was displeased. Wang Fugui was estimating the gap between the two in his heart, why didn't He Qiu secretly calculate? It was Wang Fugui, who was almost exhausted, who hid the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, and He Qiu was conceited and fearless. What's more, the battle between martial artists is fought by strength, fists and feet, unlike the great monks of the high realm, who have supernatural means or the power of unique rules, so what is worth guarding against? The so-called martial arts and fists can only play a role based on the corresponding strength foundation.

Thinking of this, He Qiu sneered, and he saw that Wang Fugui only had a few punches left. Before Wang Fugui tried his best to admit defeat, he had to knock one punch down, and only when he won was neat and neat was he called a beautiful victory.

He Qiu took a deep breath, and the force of the punch in his hand increased a lot. In the next few punches, he will not hesitate to lose his strength to go all out.

With a punch, Wang Fugui's feet suddenly moved, took a small step back, and took the initiative to avoid the fist for the first time. He Qiu's face was slightly surprised, but then he sneered, took a step further with his feet, and the right fist he handed out chased after him, and went straight to Wang Fugui's chest. He Qiu felt that martial artists were the most taboo and weak, and Wang Fugui at this moment was already poor in donkey skills, so he should take it down directly.

"I'm in a hurry. Jiang Nianhong, who was not far away, shook his head lightly and sighed lightly. And Tang Demeng beside him was silent, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes when he looked at He Qiu. In a good situation, it is enough to stew meat slowly and press the opponent's strength little by little. At this moment, Wang Fugui showed obvious flaws, whether it was exhausted or deliberate, in the eyes of Tang Demeng, who has always been steady, He Qiu should not be rashly pursued, and waiting for the rabbit is the chance to win.

On the other side of the dojo, Mo Shiping smiled with relief, after fishing for so long, the fish finally couldn't help biting the hook. As long as He Qiu chases after him this step, it means that his mood has fluctuated, he is no longer so calm and calm, and he has become an opportunity. However, He Qiu's move was a matter of time in Mo Shiping's eyes. He Qiu's martial arts realm foundation is much higher than Wang Fugui's, the two are fighting, He Qiu is the dominant side, and he must have the belief that he will win. And the two sides exchanged dozens of punches, but they just lost their strength, thinking that He Qiu was faintly impatient in his heart, and he must have thought of ending this battle neatly. And Wang Fugui is showing defeat at the moment, how can He Qiu, who is impetuous, not take advantage of the victory to pursue?

Moreover, the strange smile that Wang Fugui showed just right was the right time to interfere with He Qiu's state of mind, which was deliberate.

Step by step, this tempted He Qiu to catch up with that confident step.

At this moment, Wang Fugui looked solemn, but he was silently happy in his heart. In the face of this approaching punch, Wang Fugui suddenly stood still under his retreating feet, then stomped with his right foot, stepped forward with his left foot, and at the same time, his prepared right hand quietly pinched his fist, and his fingertips buckled his fingertips into his fingertips, forming a unique fist posture, and the snake rushed into a fist.

The punch that He Qiu attacked, Wang Fugui had thought about it from the beginning to bear it hard, but in exchange, he had the long-standing snake punch at this moment.

"Bang!" a dull sound sounded.

He Qiu's right fist smashed into Wang Fugui's chest without hesitation, pressing down more than half an inch, obviously this punch with all his strength shattered the sternum. Suddenly, Wang Fugui, who was already pale, instantly had blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his face almost lost its blood, like a brand new parchment roll. Wang Fugui, who was hit hard by this, frowned in pain, his face was distorted, his chest was broken so that his chest collapsed slightly, but the corners of his mouth gently pulled up a strange smile again, and the right fist that became a strange snake punch also hit He Qiu's throat without hesitation.

Wang Fugui would not be like Mo Shiping, deliberately pressing down a few inches, he used all his strength with this punch, accurately pounced on the vital point, and killed him with one blow. He Qiu's eyes revealed condescending meaning from the beginning, which made Wang Fugui very displeased. What's more, he received He Qiu's punch, but there was no taste of leaving his hands at all.

Between the lightning and flint, He Qiu was at a time when the old force had disappeared and the new force had not yet arrived, when there was a flower in front of him, and he only caught a glimpse of Wang Fugui's right fist suddenly raised, and a black shadow suddenly approached. For a moment, a chill ran down his spine, his whole body felt like falling into an ice cellar, a thunderclap exploded in his mind, and unprecedented fear hovered over his heart like a lingering heavy dark cloud.

"Bang bang, bang bang. ”

At this moment, He Qiu clearly heard his dull heartbeat. All the physical sensory abilities were infinitely magnified, and he even noticed the hairs on his arms.

He Qiu suddenly remembered a grotesque statement he had heard. When a person is about to die, his physical potential will be unconsciously stimulated. According to folk rumors, there are ordinary people who have been sick for many years and only take a breath before driving the crane to the west, and they can explain to their children and grandchildren fluently.

At that moment, He Qiu suddenly realized that this "return to the light" was real, and he was experiencing it firsthand.

He Qiu was in disbelief, his eyes widened in horror, countless fine beads of sweat instantly crawled all over his forehead, and he gasped for breath in his throat. At this moment, he saw clearly in his eyes that the black shadow was Wang Fugui's right fist that was clenched into a unique fist. This punch was not fast in his eyes, but it was similar to slow motion, approaching his throat little by little. But He Qiu was helpless, although his sensory ability suddenly improved, but the foundation of his body was still a martial artist, and he happened to be in the middle of a lack of strength, so he had no time to block this fatal punch.

In a moment, the sinister snake punch had invaded his throat a millimeter away, and the raised fist wind had swept through his neck, and he was truly shuddering.

The word "death!" was densely embedded in every corner of He Qiu's body, and his body trembled a little uncontrollably. After all, He Qiu was just a teenager who was only thirteen or fourteen, and when he first entered the cultivation, he never thought that something as distant as death would suddenly come, which caught him off guard.

"Enough. On the edge of the dojo, Li Qiankun frowned and said in a deep voice, his sleeve robe shook, and in an instant, a light breeze blew through the dojo, and then lingered on Wang Fugui's right fist, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward for a moment, and protected He Qiu.

"Not enough. On the other side of the dojo, Song Jiang opened his mouth with a smile, and his robe shook again, and another breeze blew across the dojo, blowing on Wang Fugui's right fist, dispelling the previous restraints.

In an instant, Wang Fugui's treacherous snake punch hit He Qiu like a bamboo, but not in the throat, but three inches below the throat. A light wind swept through Song Jiang's sleeve robe and deliberately pressed his fist.

"Bang. ”

He Qiu flew upside down in response, like a kite with a broken string falling out for more than a few feet, blood flowing freely down his mouth and nose all over his face, completely unconscious, and no longer moving.

Wang Fugui's treacherous snake punch also shattered his sternum with a single blow and severely punished him. However, this was due to the fact that He Qiu lost his state of mind at that moment, and was dominated by the fear of death, and almost did not have any thoughts of fighting back, but sat back and waited for death. Otherwise, with the remaining strength of He Qiu, if he is properly prepared, although he was hit by the sternum by the treacherous snake punch, it will not be so miserable, and he can still dissolve a small half of the impact force, so that he can save his senses.

Li Qiankun looked at Song Jiang with an unkind face, dressed in a black robe, puffing up, and recruiting himself without wind, obviously moving the real fire. And Song Jiang stood on his own, sneering without showing weakness, and had the intention of trying it if he was not convinced. It was also thanks to Song Jiang who finally suppressed Wang Fugui's fist, otherwise Li Qiankun would really have to ignore Wei Li's sect rules and learn from Song Jiang.

On the dojo, Wang Fugui, who used all his strength to blast out a treacherous snake punch, was also miserable, wearing a yellow robe that was already stained with blood, and at this moment he stumbled under his feet, and his body was like a crumbling dangerous building in the wind and rain, and he almost fell on the bluestone slab dojo.

Song Jiang smiled and flipped his hand, flicked his fingers, and a mutton fat-colored, round elixir the size of a baby's finger flew out and sank into Wang Fugui's mouth. Wang Fugui only felt a burst of warmth surging all over his body, his eyelids were sleepy, drowsy, and the whole person could no longer support it, and fell headlong. It's just that instead of falling on the cold bluestone slab dojo, he fell on a gust of wind, and then was carried by the gust of wind and floated to the edge of the dojo.

Song Jiang smiled and stroked his goatee, "Not bad." ”

On the other side, Li Qiankun snorted coldly, also beckoned, and immediately swept a light breeze and carried He Qiu to Tang Demeng and Jiang Nianhong's side.

Tang Demeng's face was solemn, and he checked Xia He Qiu's injuries, but fortunately, he only looked miserable, covered in blood, and his sternum was shattered, but in fact, he did not worry about his life. Tang Demeng, who breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took out a healing pill from his arms and fed it to He Qiu, while Jiang Nianhong, who was beside him, glanced at He Qiu, who was unconscious, and frowned, his face becoming more and more gloomy.