As soon as the thick snow mist appeared, a series of dense fists and feet collided with each other, and the stirring fist and foot wind blew away the snow mist in a blink of an eye, only to see that in the center of the white fog that was gradually dissipating, a petite and slender figure was rotating around Zhao Guangping like light smoke, and the fist and foot moves were as dense as a shower. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhao Guangping's two sleeves had already been shattered, revealing two black iron-like arms, dancing tightly around his body, stopping all of Tong Luoxing's attacks.

And as Tong Luoxing swam in circles, the blood dripping from the wound in her lower abdomen also drew scarlet circles on the snow. She can feel that her strength is constantly draining, and the opponent is old and calm, guarding the door without revealing the slightest flaw, and she is not in a hurry to attack.

Tong Luoxing was ruthless in his heart: I can't care about the injuries of the meridians, only by forcibly making the Eight Desolations exclusive and severely hurting this guy, can there be a glimmer of life.

With a vertical leap, after flashing to Zhao Guangping's side, the internal qi running route changed, and the Ten Out of Ten Desolation Divine Skill had been stimulated, poured into her palms, and slammed out towards Zhao Guangping's back.

Zhao Guangping's left arm was a square back, but he felt that the opponent's strength increased sharply, and his internal force was inexplicably sluggish, and under the touch of the two sides, his left arm was bounced away, and when he wanted to change his move to dodge, the opponent's palms had pressed his lower back.

However, just when Tong Luoxing's strength was about to be released, the three focal veins in his body suddenly shook, driving the overall internal breath to chaos in an instant, and most of the internal force originally used to attack the enemy was poured in, not only did the palm power plummet by eighty, but the acupoints in the chest were even more like being killed, and he couldn't help but have a sweet throat and upsurge of blood.

Zhao Guangping was hit by the palm of his waist, thinking that he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, but he just had a pain in his waist, and there was not much damage to his muscles. Although he didn't know that Tong Luoxing had an internal injury, he would not miss such an opportunity, and immediately twisted his waist and turned around, his right arm was like a knife and a stick, and he slashed off his shoulder.

Tong Luoxing only had time to raise her arms to block, and was slashed by this powerful move, and finally she jumped up at the same time as the move, unloading half of the strength, but the whole person was still slashed and flew out horizontally. Zhao Guangping was about to take advantage of the victory to chase and kill the opponent in one fell swoop, but he saw a gray shadow dodging out of the bend, flying forward, and catching Tong Luoxing.

Zhao Guangping's heart froze, and he stopped his steps to look at the person carefully, only to see that this person was wearing a gray monk's robe, and the top of his head was shining with the full moon in the sky, but he was a young monk who was less than twenty years old.

Tong Luoxing only felt that at the same time as being caught, the five warm and sunny fingers seeped into his body, and his body was like being immersed in a hot spring, which was very comfortable and warm, and the feeling of disgust in his chest was also reduced by half. She turned her head to look at the person, her mood was relieved, but she said angrily: "Stinky monk, are you willing to return your soul? Why don't you die for a long time!"

Ding Yu smiled slightly and said, "The boy girl is good for healing, and the rest will be handed over to the poor monk." With a wave of his hand, he threw Tong Luoxing far behind and landed softly on a cloud of snow. Tong Luoxing's voice came: "This guy is nicknamed the Iron Arm Qilin, and he is walking the path of horizontal practice, and half of his kung fu is on his arms. ”

Zhao Guang's face changed, staring at Ding Yu and said: "Zhao only wants to avenge his brother today, and has nothing to do with others, why does this little master bother to wade into this troubled water?"

Ding Yu smiled and said: "Don't you know that the source of this muddy water is the poor monk? Your brother was killed by the boy girl in order to exchange the poor monk's head for silver taels, you say, will I let you avenge the murder of your brother?"

Zhao Guang's face distorted, and he broke off: "Since it is a raccoon dog, then let's die together!" The voice fell, and his body had rushed towards Ding Yu. He just saw that Ding Yu flashed out with a mysterious body, which was the same as Tong Luoxing, but he said that he was the same as Tong Luoxing, taking a light and fast path, so he wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness and rush forward to fight him in close quarters.

Zhao Guangping's move was exactly what Ding Yu wanted, not only did he dodge, but also ran forward towards Zhao Guangping, the two were about to collide, Zhao Guangping's left arm was steeply out, striking Ding Yu's head side, and his right elbow was hidden at his side, which was not only a protection, but also a back move.

Ding Yu lowered his head to avoid Zhao Guangping's left arm, hooked his right fist, and struck Zhao Guangping under the flank. This response hit Zhao Guangping's arms, he advanced sideways, opened the distance between him and Ding Yu's fist, and his right elbow was picked up from the bottom to the top, if this blow was solid, I was afraid that Ding Yu would be crushed by him from the sternum to the jaw.

However, as soon as his elbow was raised, he felt an internal force in the Zhangmen acupoint on the side of his waist enter, and he couldn't help but feel stunned, obviously his elbow had reached Ding Yu's sternum, but he couldn't exert any strength. He was horrified: How could it be! How could his fist be hit when it was at least a few inches away from my body?

Before he could figure out what was going on, Guan Yuan, Shenque, and Zhongji were in pain at the same time, and all internal breath and movements were sealed. At this time, he finally recognized Ding Yu's finger power -- this is a yang finger! Could it be that this monk is actually a master of Tianlong Temple? But even if he is a high-ranking monk of Tianlong, there is no reason for him to practice his finger power at such a young age!

As if seeing Zhao Guangping's doubts and shock, Ding Yu confirmed his conjecture with practical actions: Ding Yu raised his right arm, clenched his four fingers into a fist and his thumb came out, stopped at half a foot next to Zhao Guangping's temple, and with a snort, an invisible finger force shot out from his thumb, penetrated into his temple, and reached the depths of his skull.

Tong Luoxing, who was in the distance, had been paying half of her attention to the battle here, and when she saw that Ding Yu had solved Zhao Guangping with one look, she couldn't help but be shocked in her heart: How can this monk's martial arts be so much higher?

After these two thoughts flashed, he was completely relaxed, and the internal injuries and fatigue that he had been holding back before rushed up, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes fainted in the dark.

I don't know how long it took, Tong Luoxing woke up slowly, when he opened his eyes, he saw mostly craggy stone walls, as if he was in a cave;

She sat up, calmed down, and suddenly her complexion changed greatly, and she shouted loudly: "Ding Yu! Stinky monk, get out of here!"

After a while, Ding Yu walked in from outside the cave, still holding a bamboo tube in his hand, and said as he walked: "But are you thirsty? Come on, there is water here......

Before he finished speaking, Tong Luoxing had already interrupted him and said, "Let me ask you, who bandaged my wound?"

"Naturally, he is a poor monk. ”

"Sure enough, it's you!" Tong Luoxing stood up and shouted angrily, "So, have you touched my body?"

Ding Yu nodded and said: "That's nature, the poor monk doesn't have the ability to bandage in the air." ”

Seeing his natural face, Tong Luoxing only felt angry, and raised his hand to fan Ding Yu's face. (To be continued.) )