Murong Bei fell heavily about three zhang away, Tang Shi's palm was already full of strength, plus he didn't expect this at all, which invisibly intensified the power of this palm.

Murong Bei barely stood up, but his mind was quickly thinking about how to escape.

It's a dead end.

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the wind was gusting, and it was not a good thing to say that he came out, and the three of Murong Feng didn't know what was going on, and they were still kept in the dark.

"Do you want to resist?" said Don coldly.

He really hoped that Murong Bei would resist, so that he would have a little more fun.

Hunting a live animal is often more exciting than slaughtering it.

"Resist? Hmph! I didn't expect the dignified Tang Sect Elder to secretly hurt people, which is really insulting the reputation of the Tang Sect!" Murong Bei said awe-inspiringly, but his scalp was numb for a while, and he was in a cold sweat.

Ye Wuxin patted the dirt on his body, glanced at Murong Bei, and laughed disdainfully, he was very familiar with this kind of trick, he just wanted to use "not afraid of death" to live for a few more moments.

Judging from Tang Shi saving him just now, the five poisons of the Tang Sect are no longer enemies. Although Ye Wuxin didn't see Murong Xue, he laughed at the news.

"Ye Gongzi doesn't want to see how this person died?" Tang seemed to have completely ignored Murong Bei.

"Well、、、、、、 this" Ye Wuxin remembered that the four sons of Muzhuang had gathered around Qiu without a trace, controlling the flowers to fall, and using Murong Xue to take advantage of these things, the footsteps he had just taken retreated again.

He wants to watch this scene to the end, although he is also a deceived audience.

"It's too much to deceive people!" Murong Bei drew his sword and stabbed straight at him with a move of "Flying Moon Crossing", the target was not Tang Shi, but Ye Wuxin!

Although the Murong family's "Four Formations of Wind and Thunder" is very good, at this time, Murong Bei alone is not even one-tenth of the power of swordsmanship.

Before he could get close, Tang changed his body shape and flew up and kicked Murong Bei's wrist.

This kick seemed random, but it defused this move and stabbed it in the air.

Ye Wuxin's hair was stirred by the oncoming sword qi, but his footsteps did not move in a measured manner.

Tang secretly admired in his heart: he is really not an ordinary person.

Ye Wuxin looked at Tang's strange eyes and felt very uncomfortable, he was actually not completely afraid, but his martial arts were completely lost, Murong Bei's sword came in the air, the speed was extremely fast, he obviously couldn't dodge.

"Insect carving skills. Tang Shi returned to the same place, as if there was no need to deal with Murong Bei at all.

"Old man, you're so deceitful!" followed by another sword. This sword is more powerful than the previous one, the sword aura is dense but the posture is elegant, and it really has some real skills.

Tang sneered, his palms staggered, and then stretched out his arms and fingers, only to hear a "wow!", and the tip of Murong Bei's sword was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers.

"Give it back to you!" Tang tried his best to get up from the inside, until he reached his hand, only to hear a "snap", the long sword was broken in two, leaving only half of it between his fingers, and then threw it towards Murong Bei's door.

Murong Bei was in a cold sweat, he thought that the people of the Tang Sect were good at using poison, but he didn't think that the kung fu in his palm was also practiced to such a hot time, and he couldn't help but feel afraid.

Ye Wuxin stood behind and said, "I don't know if the crazy monk's Shaolin peerless Yang Finger can fight with Your Excellency?"

Tang didn't speak, although this move was powerful, it was really not worth mentioning compared to a hundred years of fingering.

Murong Bei turned over and landed, holding a broken sword in his hand, his face was miserable, his clothes were disheveled, and the cold wind hit, which was even more cold to the bone marrow, and he was embarrassed.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Murong Bei's mouth, and he rushed towards Tang Shi with a short sword.

"Look for death!" Don was secretly trying to end the battle quickly.

"Smack!" slapped a palm on Murong Bei's chest, and suddenly Tang hurriedly withdrew his palm, feeling that something was wrong.

When he looked down, the palm of his hand had turned black, and Murong Bei had jumped out of ten zhang.

"Despicable!" said Don, his face miserable, obviously this poison is not easy to deal with.

"How does it feel? I didn't expect that the elder of the Tang Sect, the number one poisonous sect in the world, was actually defeated in my hands. Murong Bei vomited blood, but he was also smiling arrogantly, his face full of pride.

Ye Wuxin felt that Murong Bei would die a miserable death, because the most proud people were often the most stupid.

"Do you think this poison can kill me?" Don didn't seem worried.

Murong Beidao: "This poison is called 'cold iron' colorless and tasteless, and when it enters the blood, it melts, and no one in the world can solve this poison, unless the gods descend to earth!"

"Didn't anyone tell you the origin of this poison?" said Tang very lightly.

Murong Bei's smile was already frozen on his face, and he suddenly felt that things were not so simple, and the person in front of him was by no means comparable to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

"The original name of this poison was 'dark incense', which was originally used to save people, but I didn't expect it. Alas!" Don sighed.

Murong Bei didn't want to talk anymore, and if he didn't interrupt Tang Shi, he might be able to live a little longer.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Shi said: "Twenty years ago, I developed this poison book for healing wounds, but I didn't expect to meet Murong Wuji halfway, he is famous for his swordsmanship, and I won by making poison, so I gave this medicine to the old man Wuji." ”

"You developed this medicine?!" Murong Bei was completely desperate, and it was really ridiculous to use the poison he made to kill him.

"Murong Wuji created Murong Villa, I didn't expect this thing to be passed down, and it was renamed 'Cold Iron', it's really interesting!" Tang said happily with sharp eyes.

Murong Bei was like being poured a basin of cold water on his body at this moment, stunned and silent.

Ye Wuxin also smiled: "It seems that smart people don't live long. ”

Tang Shi took out a small bottle from his arms, sprinkled the contents of the bottle on the flower snake at his feet, and said, "Go!"

I saw that the flower snake was extremely fast, like a lightning bolt flying from the ground.

Before Murong Bei could come to his senses, the flower snake had frozen to his neck, and the two fangs had pierced into his throat.

However, Murong Bei did not die on the spot, only to see that the flower snake then turned around and came back, obediently crawling like a sleeve.

"Ah!" a scream resounded all around, but it was scattered in all directions in the strong north wind.

Under the dark light, I saw that Murong Bei's face slowly turned black, and finally it was like a piece of black iron, and his limbs were stretched outward, as if there were thousands of ants biting him, and then the lower half of his body began to decay, and it was slowly moving upward.

Murong Bei's remaining gaze watched his body disappear little by little, but he couldn't do anything, he wanted to shout but couldn't, the harder he tried, the faster the poisonous blood spread.

In the end, it turned into a pool of blood, and strangely enough, there was a faint fragrance in the air at this time, beautiful and pure.

Ye Wuxin had never seen such a cruel way of death, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, although Murong Bei had done a lot of evil, this kind of death was inevitable、、、、、、

Tang was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"There will be no more Murong Bei in the world!" Tang said.

Ye Wuxin walked over, only to see that there were no traces on the ground, the dark fragrance was floating, and he couldn't find any traces at all.

"The dark fragrance floats like dusk, and the more beautiful the thing, the more cruel it is. Ye Wuxin suddenly remembered Murong Xue.

"Let's go, the old man doesn't want to get into trouble. Don turned and walked away.

Ye Wuxin was puzzled in his heart: "Why did Lihatshui lie to him? Does he want to kill himself, or does he want to kill Murong Bei?"

The third son of the Murong family was still asleep at this time, and he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, and with a rooster crow, the sky turned white, and the sky was dawn、、、、、