Boom!

With a punch, it instantly broke through the thin body protection Linggang covering Tong Ming's body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mu Yu continued to attack, and his fists fell one after another, falling on him like raindrops.

Tong Ming yelled, threw away the Spirit Devouring Scorpion, and his backhand was a slap, draining the aura within a radius of one zhang, producing a faint spiritual power cyclone, and one palm was enough to slap the bluestone.

However, in the face of the pastoral language after the breakthrough, Tong Ming's strength was obviously slightly inferior.

With the body refining kung fu alone, the power of the pastoral language is not inferior to the early stage of foundation building, and with the assistance of qi refining mana, it is necessary to stabilize the average foundation building early stage monk!

Burst!

The faint black fist smashed heavily on Tong Ming's crossed arms, and in an instant, only a slight bone cracking sound was heard, Tong Ming's two forearms were shattered, and under the action of the shock, the pair of arms smashed the bridge of his nose, and suddenly it was a blur of flesh and blood.

"Ahh

Burst!

Another punch smashed into Tong Ming's mouth, two rows of teeth fell out one after another, and his mouth was full of blood.

"You ......" Tong Ming's eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames, but every time he said a word, his mouth would leak air, causing jokes in vain, so he simply didn't open his mouth, showing the anger and killing intent in his heart through his eyes. He performed a few secular palm tricks, controlled by spiritual power, and his power was quite terrifying, temporarily forcing the pastoral language back.

To say that this Tong Ming is also a person who is proficient in martial arts, he belongs to the generation of double cultivation of law and martial arts, and he is already a congenital master in his thirties, and his melee kung fu is relatively strong.

In the early days, under the surprise of the situation, Tong Ming was in a situation of being passively beaten, and now, when Tong Ming took a breath, he stabilized his position, and consumed Mu Yu's physical strength and mana to defend.

Although the combat effectiveness of the pastoral language is comparable to that of the great monk in the early stage of foundation building, in terms of spiritual power strength, it is still far inferior to that of a great monk in the foundation building.

Mu Yu smashed his fist on Tong Ming's palm, and flew back with the help of the anti-shock force, while patting the storage bag, taking out the high-grade wood attribute spiritual liquid, and hurriedly drank a few big sips.

Compared with Tong Ming, who was seriously injured, Mu Yu is still in good spirits, and this is his only advantage, as long as he continues to hit Tong Ming hard, grinding him little by little, not to mention killing him, making him afraid, it is still okay to escape with a sword.

"It seems that it is still quite difficult to kill a foundation building monk...... Unless my Black Tiger Body Refining Dafa reaches the second level and I have a medium-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure, I may be able to give it a try. Mu Yu looked at Tong Ming, who was quite embarrassed, his eyes flashed again and again, and he said secretly in his heart.

Tong Ming, who was seriously injured, still had the same combat power that burst out, how terrifying should an intact foundation building monk be!?

It is estimated that Mu Yu can only guarantee that he will not fall behind, and it is still very difficult to achieve a clear advantage in the early stage like this, not to mention that this Tong Ming has just entered the foundation building period for less than two years, and the magic weapons on his body are far less than those of other foundation building monks.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, evolved a mighty black tiger, and once again killed Tong Ming.

Tong Ming slapped a few palms lightly, and let the palm power be superimposed together, and in an instant, it was like the size of a house.

Bang!

I only heard a burst of thunder echoing, and the black tiger fiercely collided directly with the big spiritual palm of the house, and as soon as the two came into contact with each other, the spiritual palm the size of the house started from the middle, spreading around like a spider web, and then collapsed with a "bang", and the black tiger was only slightly thinner, and continued to crash into Tong Ming.

"Flying sword!" Tong Ming snorted, his eyebrows flashed, and a flying sword struck out.

Mu Yu spewed out a mouthful of True Yuan, and the Wood Spirit Sword rushed out of his mouth, blooming with a glow.

Boom!

The two swords collided, and there was a ping-pong sound.

The black tiger also raised its forelimbs, crossed its claws, and produced bursts of invisible cyclones, leaving scarred bloody wounds on Tong Ming's chest.

Mu Yu's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, his left leg was gone, across his crotch, his left hand pinched his arm, his right fist turned to the left, and slammed Tong Ming's temple.

At the same time, Tong Ming's left fist also smashed in, aiming at Muyu's dantian.

Burst!

Burst!

The two of them vomited blood in unison, and their bodies leaned back under the action of inertia.

A stream of black blood flowed out of Tong Ming's ears, his eyelids were up, his head was buzzing, and the dantian of the pastoral language was also a hot pain, if there was no green leaf armor to resist most of the strength, maybe under this blow, the dantian of the pastoral language would have the possibility of blowing up.

Mu Yu bit his lip, letting the blood flow freely, he forced himself to stay awake, and continued to pinch Tong Ming's arm with his left hand, and then, his right fist made a downward posture, and then hit Tong Ming's dantian hard.

Click!

A body protection mirror was shattered, and the remaining strength was vented in Tong Ming's lower abdomen, the latter raised his head and let out a scream, kicked his right foot, kicked the pastoral language, and he also used this anti-shock force, like an arrow off the string, to smash on a willow tree behind, shaking down piles of green leaves, and even the willow tree bent backwards.

Mu Yu wiped the blood stains from his lips, kicked his hind foot, rolled up a gust of wind, and played a set of combination punches, and Tong Ming just wanted to summon a flying sword, but was stunned by this set of combined punches, and he was exhausted with all his attention.

Mu Yu stepped right, grasped one of Tong Ming's arms, and then his body swirled in the void, and suddenly there was a clicking sound, and accompanied by Tong Ming's heart-rending scream, his arm was completely dislocated, and countless bones were also misplaced and meshed together.

Bang!

Mu Yu threw Tong Ming to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, pressed his elbow down, and hit him in the face.

When Mu Yu wanted to continue to expand the results of the battle, the fist that condensed all his strength, and was about to fall, suddenly, one of Tong Ming's legs flew up, and Mu Yu quickly changed the trajectory of the fist and collided with the leg and foot that flew over.

At the same time, Tong Ming's hands were heavily inserted under Mu Yu's ribs, and the severe pain suddenly swept through his entire thinking senses.

Mu Yu kicked both feet, like kicking a juju, and kicked Tong Ming's head, kicking him directly away.

Tong Ming got up from the ground in embarrassment, his body staggered, his consciousness began to be unconscious, and his head was kicked out of two small blood holes by Mu Yu, flowing along his forehead and sideburns, and he was covered in scars, like a bloody man.

"Flying ......" Tong Ming snorted, wanting to mobilize his divine sense and control the flying sword, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the Mud Pill Palace, which made him howl miserably, covered his temples, staggered for a while, and leaned against a tree.

The kick of the shepherd just now inadvertently kicked and shattered Tong Ming's Mud Pill Palace...... To be precise, it can't be said to be kicked and broken, but it just caused his Mud Pill Palace to be slightly damaged, affecting his primordial spirit.

In fact, when the monk has not reached the realm of the Yuan Infant Period, like the Mud Pill Palace, which belongs to the special existence in the mind spirit, is as fragile as the dantian, if the Mud Pill Palace is blown up, it is also like the dantian is shattered, the Yuan Shen or Jin Dan is directly shattered, and the former is even more terrible than the latter, if the Jin Dan is broken, although there is a certain chance of being killed by the violent spiritual power, but it is not a certain death, the best outcome is to lose a body of mana and become a waste, but if the Mud Pill Palace is blown up, it is equivalent to the Yuan Shen who lives in it, and the energy of the explosion will also be crushed, it is really the form and spirit are destroyed, and they no longer exist。

When the monk reaches the primordial infant stage, he will transform into a primordial deity and undergo a complete transformation in essence. Even if the dantian is broken and the Mud Pill Palace is gone, as long as the Yuan Ying is still there, it is equivalent to a second body, and he can still be free in the world.

......

Mu Yu looked at Tong Ming's appearance, his eyes flickered slightly, and he hesitated slightly, feeling that he didn't seem to be pretending to be deliberately seducing himself.

In an instant, Mu Yu rushed over, and let out a deep sigh, a faint black fist gang condensed, like a black crystal covering the right fist, and the next moment, the fist gang shattered Tong Ming's chest, and layers of invisible cyclones rippled inside his body, and organs, bones, and meridians were shattered one after another.

Mu Yu punched down again, slammed forward, only to hear the "bang" of the dull explosion, it destroyed Tong Ming's dantian, the violent spiritual power was vented in his body, making his body slightly expand a few times, and a few breaths, the skin dried up, like a deflated ball, fell straight to the ground in the middle of the sound, splashing a piece of dust.

Mu Yu was slightly stunned, and then, he quickly woke up, "Is it over?"

Mu Yu hesitated for a moment, walked over, and looked at Tong Ming's dead gray face, the latter also seemed to feel something, and when he was dying, he tried to raise his eyelids, revealing fear, unwillingness, resentment and begging for mercy.

"You are the second foundation monk I have killed, and the first...... The great monk who was stoned to death by me with a punch!" Mu Yu looked indifferent, without any pity or hesitation, turned his palm into a fist, and slammed it, Tong Ming, who had lost the protection of Linggang, stayed directly at the center of his eyebrows, and a large amount of black blood oozed from his scalp, soaking the surrounding green and faint lawn, dyed with a layer of dark red.

Mu Yu gasped, sat down in front of the dead Tong Ming, and after making sure that his primordial spirit had dissipated, he picked up his storage bag. Supporting his tired body, he wanted to leave quickly, but suddenly, Mu Yu's eyes froze, and without hesitation, he slashed at a bush not far from him.

Phew!

The flying sword turned into a beam of light, shaking the air, rippling out bursts of invisible ripples, however, under the full force of Mu Yu's blow, it was directly grasped by an old palm, no matter how the flying sword buzzed, it couldn't break free from its palm!

Mu Yu saw the person clearly, and his expression gradually changed from shock to gloom, and then from gloom to calm.

Disciple Mu Yu...... Meet the Master!" (To be continued.) )