Last time, it was said: Just as the people of the Zhaoxian Pavilion were about to go to the palace, Tang Fusheng, one of the four hall masters who killed the Death Gate in the middle of the way, blocked their way. Feng Ding volunteered to fight alone to help his brothers escape.

"The king of sticks, that's just that! how old am I to you, and you can't compare to me in terms of experience in battle. Tang Fusheng said contemptuously.

Feng Ding looked at Yin Hong's blood oozing from the chest of his shirt, shook the dragon stick violently, and said, "Even if this is the case, so what? Since you are a martial arts senior, you should know the right and wrong of good and evil. I don't care what kind of ambition the Dead Earth Gate has, but aiding the abuses and conspiring to usurp the chaos, is it something that I and other charlatans do?"

"Don't tell me these big truths, hum, I am a person who has been to the ghost gate once, and I have long looked down on the fame and fortune in this world. The only thing I can't let go of now is the great kindness of the door owner to me. No matter if it's right or wrong, as long as it's what the owner wants, I'll do my best to help him achieve it. My life is so simple, how can you people understand it?" Tang Fusheng said eloquently.

"You're unreasonable!" Feng Ding chirped.

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"I can't be reasonable? You don't know whether you live or die! You are also a famous person in the rivers and lakes, if you are willing to submit to my dead gate now, and go back with me to see the master, maybe you can become an elder." When the master of the sect succeeds in the future and dominates the martial arts, you will naturally have infinite scenery, isn't this better than being a lonely soul and a wild ghost in the Zhaoxian Pavilion?" Tang Fusheng persuaded.

"Heh, joke, if I persuade you to surrender to our Recruiting Pavilion, will you agree?" Feng Ding sneered.

When Tang Fusheng heard this, his face changed dramatically in an instant, and he said, "The way of life has already been given to you, so you don't go." Then there's only one way to die now!"

"Less nonsense, come on!" Feng Ding shouted.

Feng Ding suffered a loss in the round of confrontation just now, and naturally he had to do his best at this moment. The dragon stick supported the ground and borrowed strength, jumped up, and pounced straight at Tang Fusheng. Tang Fusheng didn't take it hard, and deliberately took two steps back, revealing flaws. Feng Ding followed forward, and Tang Fusheng suddenly slashed Feng Ding's chest with his double scimitar. Feng Ding raised his left foot, kicked away, and slammed a stick into Tang Fusheng's left shoulder. Tang Fusheng's body lowered slightly, tilted his head, and dodged a stick at this moment of lightning and flint. is really a master of art and bold, if it were someone else, he would have been recruited a long time ago, and his brain would burst and die.

Tang Fusheng lowered his center of gravity again, and the scimitar in his right hand had already attacked Feng Ding's thigh. Feng Ding knew that if he was blocking, he was afraid that after a few rounds of these three moves, he would be passive again. made a decision immediately, did not retreat, took offense as defense, held a stick in both hands, and smashed directly at Tang Fusheng's head. Although Tang Fusheng was unexpected, he reacted quickly, abandoned the scimitar with his left hand, immediately supported the ground, and retracted his movements. One of them tumbled on the ground and immediately jumped up, picked up the scimitar, and threw it down. Feng Dingtou hadn't returned yet, judging the direction by ear strength alone, the scimitar that the dragon stick was flying in the middle of the circle, and it was missed.

Tang Fusheng took a tiptoe step, suddenly advanced, clenched the scimitar with both hands, and slashed directly at Feng Ding's door. As soon as Feng Ding turned around and stood firm, the opponent's move came to his eyes again. He immediately rotated the dragon stick vertically to defend the front. Tang Fusheng's brows furrowed, but he couldn't stop at the moment, and attacked directly towards the shadow circle that the stick swirled. The strength of this move was extremely ferocious, and the moment the blades touched, both of them felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and they couldn't bear it, so they let go. Both the scimitar and the dragon stick were shocked by the internal force, and the bullet was a few steps away.

The two stood facing each other, their hands numb. Feng Ding said in his heart: Although the Panlong stick missed, his scimitar has been shaken off by me, if you talk about fists and feet, I am confident that I will not lose him.

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Tang Fusheng's face was gloomy, and he suddenly sneered: "The weapons have all left your hands, and you are in great trouble!"

"You don't need to be complacent about each other!" Feng Dingzheng said.

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No, you don't hate Dusun Cha Suoyang and hate, "You don't need to be proud of each other!" Feng Ding said.

"Heh, have you forgotten the poisonous thistle terrestris that was almost plotted against when you and the others came?" Tang Fusheng deliberately reminded.

After Feng Ding heard this, his heart sank, and then he remembered that this guy could hide weapons.

"I'll tell you one more thing, my real name is Tang Xiao, and I was originally the thirteenth generation descendant of the Tang Sect. You've been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, so naturally you've heard of the name of the Tang Sect, right?" Tang Fusheng deliberately raised his voice, wanting to use words to first break down Feng Ding's mental defense, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill with one blow!

Feng Ding had already guessed it, but at this moment, he said it himself, and his mind was more stable. The Tang Sect is good at using hidden weapons and poisons on the rivers and lakes, which is something that everyone knows. Since he stayed to deal with this Tang Fusheng today, from the time Jiang Feng and the others left, he had already prepared to die. However, even if he was crushed, he would not give Tang Fusheng a chance to go back. At this moment, Feng Ding, who had already put life and death aside, had an unusual firmness in his eyes.

Tang Fusheng's hands had been retracted into his sleeves, there was already a trace of snow on his eyebrows, his eyes were slight, and at the same time, his hands had already thrown two plum blossom darts. Feng Ding immediately rolled forward, dodging two darts. Tang Fusheng knew that he was going over to pick up the dragon stick, where would he give Feng Ding a chance? He had already taken four small copper balls from his waist and threw them one after another, blocking Feng Ding's way. If it weren't for the slippery snow, the copper ball thrown to the ground would be too fast and a little off, but I was afraid that Feng Ding would have been hit and injured at the moment.

Feng Ding knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die, and in this lightning flash, a trace of the idea of winning a decisive victory flashed in his mind. Suddenly, he used his internal force, roared, and flew straight to the dragon stick at the fastest speed. At the moment when Feng Ding picked up the dragon stick, he suddenly felt a sharp pain behind him. It turned out that it was Tang Fusheng's three thistles that stabbed him in the back.

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Feng Dingqiang held back the pain, his eyes glared angrily, and his eyes revealed a killing intent that he had never seen before. Tang Fusheng made eye contact with him, and was shocked by him for a moment. Feng Ding ignored the sharp pain in his back, grabbed the dragon stick with both hands, and ran in the direction of Tang Fusheng. Tang Fusheng reacted, his right hand trembled slightly, the plum blossom dart actually took off, and his left hand hurriedly took out two thistles from the bound feet and threw them towards Feng Ding's knees. Feng Ding gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and the dragon stick reacted quickly to block the hidden weapon.

Tang Fusheng didn't expect that when he was injured, he would be able to burst out with a completely different momentum from before, and he was also shocked. You must know that the hidden weapon naturally has an advantage in long-distance fighting, but once the distance is closed, it will not have the slightest advantage. He hurriedly went to pick up his double scimitar, and when he just picked up one, Feng Ding's body was already in front of him. After all, Tang Fusheng is old, even though his internal strength is deep, but after the rapid and fierce attack just now, his physical strength is still consumed a lot. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he simply mobilized his internal force and was about to slash at Feng Ding with a scimitar.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he felt that the bone in his right arm was broken, and his eyes were black, and he screamed loudly. It turned out that Feng Ding used all his strength, coupled with his already extraordinary strength, this stick hit the right arm of the scimitar that Tang Fusheng had just picked up, no matter how strong the opponent was, where could he withstand the strength of this stick.

Tang Fusheng tried his best to retreat, how could Feng Ding let go of this excellent opportunity. Another stick hit him in the chest, and this force directly knocked Tang Fusheng a few steps away. Tang Fusheng fell on the snow, his chest was tight, his mouth was spitting blood, and he couldn't stop coughing. The hot red blood was stained on the white ice and snow, and the blood was mixed with the snow and flowed in a puddle. With this stick, Tang Fusheng's five organs rolled and he suffered internal injuries.

Feng Ding's back was also constantly overflowing with blood, soaking his back. He gasped for breath, it seemed that the two moves just now had also consumed a lot of his internal strength, plus he was already injured, and it was already the end of the crossbow at this moment. Feng Ding held the dragon stick, insisted on standing up again, and walked forward slowly.

"There is a saying in the rivers and lakes, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself! You are arrogant and domineering, and you have harmed countless people, even if there are such foolish and loyal minions as you, the day of destruction is not far away. It's just a pity that you will never see that day. Feng Ding knew that if he didn't kill Tang Fusheng at this moment, if he escaped, he was afraid that there would be trouble in the future.

"Slow, today I am planted in your hands, it is I Tang Fusheng who underestimated you! But you must know that in the Gate of the Dead Earth, there are more people who are more powerful than me. Even if you can beat me, with the strength of your Zhaoxian Pavilion, you are definitely not the opponent of the door master and the young door master, I am just one step ahead of you, haha, when the time comes, in the Netherworld, I will still beat your soul to pieces, hahaha!"

Feng Ding said angrily: "People who are about to die, there is still so much nonsense. After speaking, he immediately picked up the dragon stick, preparing to smash Tang Fusheng's Heavenly Spirit Cover. Unexpectedly, Feng Ding suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, he was suddenly dizzy, he was unsteady on his feet, he sat backwards, and the dragon stick was also unstable and fell to the ground.

After the local enemy ball Mo Leng too I learned

"Hahahaha, the king of stick kings, after all, it is still a shortcoming. As I said before, even though you have a long reputation in the rivers and lakes, your experience in facing the enemy is still far from mine. Tang Fusheng coughed twice and said with a smile. He staggered to his feet with his left hand.

After the local enemy Qiu Mo Leng too I learned, "Hahahaha, the king of the stick king, after all, it is still a shortcoming." As I said before, even though you have a long reputation in the rivers and lakes, your experience in facing the enemy is still far from mine. Tang Fusheng coughed twice and said with a smile. He staggered to his feet with his left hand.

Feng Ding only felt groggy at the moment, and although the pain had weakened, a trace of black gas had oozed from his face. Tang Fusheng dragged the stump, picked up the scimitar from the side, and sneered: "Descendants of the Tang Sect, which one will not use poison? Even if you fight to the death with me and hit me hard, this internal injury can be healed after I have been cultivating for a year and a half." And you, the poisonous tribulus terrestris that took me hard, has already had a poisonous gas attack at the moment, even if I don't make a move, you will die soon!"

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Tang Fusheng approached Feng Ding as he spoke, holding the scimitar in his left hand, and said, "It's too cheap for you to die of poison." My scimitar likes to disembowel people and dig out their hearts and lungs. Hmph, you have hurt me so much today, I will definitely eat your flesh alive before I can relieve the hatred in my heart! Suffer death, you wretched!"

Although Feng Ding wanted to struggle, the poisonous gas had already flare up at this moment, and he couldn't exert any strength in his body, so he could only be slaughtered by others......

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