Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

I don't know who the first person to say this sentence was, but it was like a curse from heaven that was fulfilled all the time.

In the pond in Luoxia Peak, Chen Dong'er's body slowly sank in the water, and no one could know. And on the top of the light, in front of everyone's eyes, it seems that the life of Tie Bafang is about to come to an end.

The five elements of the human body, the heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, and spleen correspond to fire, gold, water, wood, and earth respectively, plus the two qi of dantian yin and yang.

The power of Kongtong Seven Wounds Fist is heard in the world, but only those who practice can understand its difficulty, if there is a profound internal strength to match, the counter-frustration of this boxing method can be strong and the five organs, but if there is no profound internal force, the heat is not enough, this boxing method is equivalent to a step closer to the grave with a single use.

The Kongtong faction has seven wound fists, but there is no advanced internal strength method, Tie Bafang is now only fifty or two years old, not young, but there is no adventure of heaven and earth, and the internal force savings are still not enough to use the seven wounds fist unscrupulously.

But facing the Five Poisons Elder of the White Lotus Sect right now, he clenched his teeth, a punch was as fast as a punch, a punch was as strong as a punch, the fist power was criss-crossed, there was only his opponent in his eyes, the three green tendons in the forehead horns burst out, and the sudden tremor seemed to be about to explode in the next moment, obviously the blood and qi churning in the body had reached the extreme.

"Good boy, do you want to play with your snake master? I'm afraid you don't have that ability!" Chang Chong sneered again and again, his arms shook and entangled, his body shook like a giant python, relative to the iron Bafang's step-by-step pressing, fierce and aggressive, Chang Chong just blindly avoided, carefully preserved himself, and since the war, he has not had a fist or a palm contact with the iron Bafang.

"Oops. Yue Songting's expression was awe-inspiring: Tie Bafang is going to lose.

The seven injuries are more than strong, and the follow-up is insufficient. Tie Bafang can put it away or not, and after a cup of tea, I'm afraid that Chang Chong won't need to make a move, and he will consume himself to death.

There were many masters of good and evil present, and Yue Songting was naturally not the only one who could see the way, but the key was that Tang Sansheng had already intervened once before, and now Tie Bafang had pointed out that there was no resentment in life and death, but there was no reason for them to end this competition.

Yue Songting didn't care about Tie Bafang's life or death, what he cared about was the direction of the development of the situation.

The previous attack and defense of the three peaks outside the Guangming Peak could only be regarded as a passing scene, and both sides did not do their best, and only lost some shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Coming to this bright top, the show can be regarded as the official opening.

Yue Songting originally wanted to trigger a chaotic battle, in the end, if it was a small victory, it would be the best, if there was a discord, and he would lose both, for him, and even for the Huashan faction, it would be a good deal to be able to lead such a big event.

It can be won and can be peaceful, but it cannot be defeated.

The battle between Tie Bafang and Chang Chong seems to be just a matter of human life, but it is a matter of morale. The head of the three sects and seven sects lost to an elder of the White Lotus Sect, wouldn't this make people in the righteous path chill?

Thinking like this, Yue Songting squinted his eyes, put his hand into his arms for a moment without a trace, wiped it under his nose again, and then his body moved slightly, and he was about to wait for an opportunity to make a move, but he suddenly heard a female voice beside him shouting: "Today, the righteous path heroes are gathered here, in order to destroy your White Lotus Sect and do the right thing for the heavens." The iron boss should also focus on the overall situation, and not blindly fight with villains. ”

But it was Emei Huikong Master who made too many shots!

While speaking, he raised one hand and pressed his thumb on the second section of his middle finger, forming an orchid-like shape, and with a leisurely palm, he helped Chang Chong's waist to the kidney water.

This move is a killer move in Emei's stunt "Orchid Whisk Acuman".

Chang Chong is quite reluctant to deal with Tie Bafang alone, but with a Huikong Master too to block the back road, then he will be dead and alive.

Emei is known for its feminine and light skills, and its light skills are not weak, and Huikong is only a blink of an eye from the shot to the front. Few people in the field reacted, and Chang Chong was no exception.

However, at the moment of life and death, although Chang Chong was shocked on his face, his body moves were not chaotic. The arms were like two boneless snakes wrapped around Huikong's arms, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while, seemingly ignoring the two roaring punches on their sides.

Not afraid of death?

It's just that I've been prepared.

"Quack!"

Between the lightning and flint, only a frog chirped, and the toad elder Jin Ha'er, who had been prepared for a long time, joined the battle circle, his belly drummed and shrank, his face flashed red, his hands became palms, and he caught Tie Bafang's fists with a bang.

"I know that you so-called righteous words are not as good as Lao Jin's toad screams, and I have already guarded against you. Chang Chong smiled in a dark voice.

"Noise!" Huikong's eyes froze, and he broke free from Chang Chong's shackles with a loud shout.

Chang Chong didn't care, he moved forward, and fought with Huikong again, leading to the side intentionally or unintentionally while fighting. After all, Jin Ha'er and Tie Bafang are fighting for internal forces, and they are most afraid of being disturbed by external forces.

Yue Songting looked at the two battles in the field, and his face became even more gloomy. He can also understand, after all, the heads of the two factions are half dead on Shaomu Mountain, and the other is directly dead, and the White Lotus Sect is as deep as the sea.

By the way, there is something that Dongchang is meddling in behind the scenes on Shaolin Mountain, and among the three sects and seven factions, only Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, Tangmen, and the Demon Dao Sect have a few factions in their hearts, and others like Hengshan Kunlun are just suspicious and can't be sure. As for Kongtong, Emei and the three factions of the Tianshan Mountains, they are completely unknown. The other factions did not secretly inform them, so the three factions completely recorded the blood feud of the death of the head of the sect on the head of the White Lotus Sect.

"That's fine, after all, it takes time to have a seizure. Yue Songting pondered for a moment, his gaze swept over the faces of several heads behind him without a trace.

The internal force struggle between Jin Ha'er and Tie Bafang in the field was obviously at a critical juncture, and the slightest heat came out of their heads, and in a moment, they had already used all their strength.

Iron Bafang fist strength is weird, seven kinds of strength is rigid and soft entangled, before fighting with Chang Chong fell to the downside just because the body is not as good as the other party, now there is Jin Ha'er with a hard touch is in line with his mind, I wanted to punch the fist into the opponent's body in one go, who thinks that the opponent's palm power is also good, only a kind of fierce force hedge, will be completely resisted by their fist strength,

I don't believe you can beat my Kongtong Town Sect!

Tie Sihai's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth suddenly burst into a shout, regardless of turning all the true qi he had accumulated in his life into seven injuries without reservation, and recklessly blasted towards Jin Ha'er.

Everyone knew that this was the last moment, and the victory or defeat of the two of them was here, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, no one saw that under the shroud of Yue Songting's long sleeves, a thin needle of cow hair melted into the breeze and shot towards Jin Ha'er.

"Bang!"

There was a thud, and the fireworks of flesh and blood exploded.