Song Zixiu on the stage sighed, and couldn't help crying on his cheeks, he and Nangong Shaoyou are like father and son, and they also know his character very well, and they know that at the moment, no matter what, he is going to hit the last palm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And after this palm, he is sure to die, spare him more than 50 years of internal force cultivation, at this moment is also in turmoil, his relationship with Nangong Shaoyou for 20 years is not child's play, remembering the old things are still vivid.

When his youngest son Song Shaoyou died, his wife Yizi became ill, and finally passed away, lost his wife in middle age, and lost his son, of course, he was depressed, and he didn't know where to go with his daughter Song Wan'er, but at this time he saved Nangong Shaoyou's life, and his birthday was the same as his dead son, so he felt that God gave his son back to him, so he gave his son's name to Nangong Shaoyou, and kept his surname for him and used his son's name.

Nangong Shaoyou admires the master very much, and learns enough from the master everywhere, which makes Song Zixiu feel that he is the reincarnation of his own son, and loves him very much, which is really more than other disciples.

When he was sad, he asked under his nose for a long time, and his shaking body was grabbed by a big hand that had been strong, he knew that it was Mu Yiyun, and he could only hear Mu Yiyun whisper: "Master, this is the antidote that Senior Brother gave me." ”

Song Zixiu smiled sadly, even if it was an antidote, it couldn't save Nangong Shaoyou's life, suddenly he let out a long laugh, Song Zixiu was free and easy, although he was about to face the pain of losing his son, but he thought that as soon as his skills recovered, he would break the corpse of this Netherworld Sect Master into thousands of pieces to avenge Nangong Shaoyou.

Nangong Shaoyou had no distractions at this time, only a stubborn aura, thinking that even if he wanted to die, he would do his best, even if he couldn't cause the Netherworld Sect Master, it would be good to give him a little hindrance, and he couldn't let him peep at it.

Nangong Shaoyou also had a long laugh, which happened to be in harmony with Song Zixiu's laughter, which was very tragic, and the crowd in the audience couldn't help but feel a little sad when they heard it.

Nangong Shaoyou suddenly felt a strong heart in the dantian slowly rise, exactly the same as when he healed, he didn't know, Xiaodie's temperament is very stubborn, and he will not admit defeat, if not, he will not be separated from Song Zixiu for decades, the fifty internal strength she granted to Nangong Shaoyou is also cultivated by her temperament, first, it is also cold and icy true qi, the same as Nangong Shaoyou's cultivation, secondly, even the temperament at this time is average, of course, it is a good understanding, and third, it is a harmony with Song Zixiu, this is Xiaodie's wish for decades, and the three conditions come together at this moment, the fifty years of true power he injected into Nangong Shaoyou's body finally merged with Nangong Shaoyou's own internal strength.

Of course, Nangong Shaoyou didn't know it, he thought that he was on the verge of death, and it was the old man who said that he was returning to the light, but he couldn't think about it so much, and he heard the Netherworld Sect Master say: "The last palm!"

"Bang!" The two palms intersected, Song Zixiu closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it, and suddenly heard a cheer from the audience, Mu Yiyun said loudly: "Master, master, senior brother is fine, senior brother is fine!"

Song Zixiu hurriedly opened his eyes, only to see the corners of Nangong Shaoyou's mouth slightly lifted, with a look of indifference, this is his most common demeanor, there is no trace of injury at all, and the Netherworld Sect Master, his face is cloudy, both surprised and a little panicked, Song Zixiu is not clear, but he is very happy.

As soon as the palms of the two came into contact, the Netherworld Sect Master thought that a palm could take Nangong Shaoyou's life, who knew that a powerful cold current came from the other party's palm, which instantly made his palm as cold as ice, and he immediately urged the true qi to soothe it, after this palm, although the Netherworld Sect Master did not have the slightest damage, but felt that Nangong Shaoyou's internal strength was not under him, he was extremely surprised and annoyed, and said in his heart:" It turns out that this kid is making a bitter trick, his skills are on par with me, and he has been hidden, the purpose is to ask me to promise to release one person in fifty moves, his skills don't say fifty moves, even if he fights with me for five hundred moves, if so, as long as he saves the leaders of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, wouldn't today's major event be bad in his hands, what should I do?"

Nangong Shaoyou felt that he was calm and relaxed at the moment, very comfortable, and the depressed qi of Fang Cai was completely gone, and he thought that the cold ice true qi taught by the master was what it was, and it took life and death to be able to play to the extreme, and he admired it very much, he smiled and said: "Netherworld Sect Master, there are only five moves at the moment, and there are forty-five moves, and the rule of letting the two of them go after these fifty moves has not changed, right?"

Master Hui Yuan on the stage was puzzled: "Senior Sister in charge, is the skill of the Nangong donor really so weird?"

Master Hui Jing smiled and said, "Senior sister, it's not weird, but the Nangong donor has great wisdom, if he doesn't make a bitter plan, how can he make the Netherworld Sect Master agree to release one person in fifty moves?"

Master Huiyuan was greatly impressed when she heard this, but she still couldn't help but ask: "Senior Sister in charge, how many moves can you use as a Dao Nangong donor?"

Master Huijing herself also groaned slightly, she knew that if Nangong Shaoyou had such internal strength at the beginning, it would be okay to fight with the Netherworld Sect Master for thousands of moves, but he vomited three mouthfuls of blood in a row, there must be internal injuries, this is the key, I don't know how long he can stand, so she has no bottom in her heart, but she feels that Nangong Shaoyou has a lot of unexpected things, how can she think about it in ordinary people's thinking.

The Netherworld Sect Master has already made up his mind in his heart, and then fights with Nangong Shaoyou for fifty moves, if he can't kill him, he will immediately besiege and kill him together, and the comparison between the two things is of course a national event more important than his own reputation.

He had already made up his mind in his heart, so he said loudly: "What the sect leader said is actually child's play, if you have the ability, you will fight with the sect leader until the sky is bright and let everyone go!"

Although the Netherworld Sect Master has made up his mind, he still hopes that he can kill Nangong Shaoyou on the spot, at this time he is no longer tolerant, and he does his best, one moment Yang Palm, one Yin Palm, one person is like two people, although Nangong Shaoyou has already integrated Xiaodie's internal breath, but after all, he swallowed three mouthfuls of blood, even if it is not hindered, it is on par with the Netherworld Sect Master, and now of course it is not comparable.

When he reached forty moves, he had already fallen into the disadvantage, and the Netherworld Sect Master was afraid that he would use any more tricks, how could he be tolerant in his palm, but he was still unforgiving, he laughed and said: "Nangong Shaoyou, not only you pick me up for fifty moves and release two of you, even if you find one more person on the field to join forces, the conditions are still like this, how about it?"