There is no reason not to be injured in a ruthless battle, but the terrible fighting spirit will never be extinguished, and the burning blood in the heart is even more boiling. Duan Yanqing didn't care about the bleeding wound at all, and the crutches in his hand continued to strike.

Duan Zhengming's sword was erected and forced to be pressed down, his footsteps squatted slightly to remove his strength, but the strength pressed by the cane cover hit his body, and the sound of bones grinding was occasionally heard.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes became colder, and the long sword pulled a sword flower, piercing Duan Yanqing's heart. And Duan Yanqing couldn't avoid it, but the will to survive in his body told him that he had to dodge, for himself, for Duan Yu, Duan Yanqing rose up the strength of his whole body, he moved an inch with difficulty, and finally saved his life in danger.

The crutch hit Duan Zhengming's shoulder, and the long sword pierced Duan Yanqing's chest, time seemed to stop at that moment, both of them remained silent, and their internal forces operated separately.

Duan Zhengming covered his shoulders and looked at the other party, his handsome face showed a smile, and the blood-dripping long sword hung to the ground obliquely, "Duan Yanqing, you lost." Let Duan Yu go, for the sake of the same clan and ancestors, I can not blame the past. ”

Duan Yanqing connected several big acupoints around his body, stopped the bleeding wounds, and a rough ventriloquist voice came out, "Yes, I lost." But did I say that if I win, I can take Duan Yu away?"

Duan Zhengchun's anger came to his heart, and he stepped forward and scolded, "Duan Yanqing, the four wicked people really have no credit, and you still ignore the rules of the rivers and lakes." If you don't let people go, don't blame me for sending troops to sweep away the Valley of Ten Thousand Enemies. ”

Emperor Duan Zhengming of Baoding was much calmer, and he waved his hand to stop Duan Zhengchun. Signaling explained, Duan Yanqing did not say that as long as he defeated him, he would be released, however, his voice was also a little angry, "Duan Yanqing, you release Duan Yu first, if there are any other moves, use them quickly, let's decide the outcome and then talk about the merits." ”

Zhong Tao's figure flashed, and he came to Duan Yanqing's side and held his body. Duan Yanqing. Don't force it. I'll take care of the rest. Saying that, he seemed afraid that Duan Yanqing would not agree, "Don't worry, I will let you get your way." ”

Duan Yanqing looked at Zhong Tao's sincere eyes. Nodding in agreement. glanced at Duan Zhengming and turned around and evacuated. Zhong Tao took a step forward. The domineering innate momentum rushed straight to Duan Zhengming, he was the valley master of the Valley of Ten Thousand Enemies, the boss of one party's forces. Speaking with his own momentum, "Duan Zhengming, I'll fight with you, if you win my one and a half moves, Duan Yu's little white face will be taken away with you, if you lose, give up the throne." ”

Duan Zhengming's eyes narrowed, he glanced at Ning Weijun and Xia Butu behind him, and found that they were indifferent at all, and couldn't help but sigh a little disappointed. Forcibly raised his spirit to face Zhong Wanqiu's aggressiveness, "You are the valley master of Wanqiu Valley, Zhong Tao." ”

Zhong Tao frowned, but he didn't think much about it, as the Emperor of Dali and Duan Zheng's brother, it was normal to know his previous name, "Yes, the contemptible person is not the valley lord of the Valley of Ten Thousand Hatreds, Zhong Tao." ”

Duan Zhengming was about to speak, but Duan Zhengchun ran up and interjected, "What a shameless one, bullying my imperial brother is injured, and he still wants to fight alone." When Zhong Tao heard this, he was angry, "Old white face, if you are not convinced, you can replace Duan Zhengming." It's the same with a fight, but you won't dare. ”

Duan Zhengchun listened to his teasing words, smelled the angry laughter, his handsome face turned blue with anger, and he pointed at Zhong Tao to play. However, how could a person as smart and deep as Duan Zhengchun fall for the scheme, he was just acting like a show. Coincidentally, someone stepped forward to block this battle for him, and the person who came was very famous.

"Amitabha. The old monk was a monk with yellow eyebrows, estimated to be about sixty or seventy, dressed in a withered yellow monk's robe, and he stepped forward with a string of prayer beads and a wand in his hand.

Zhong Tao's expression was tight, and the pace of the viewer was calm and powerful, obviously with deep internal strength, but he was silent on the surface, but said in a low voice, "Old bald donkey, you are all old, you don't recite scriptures in the temple and run out to mix the rivers and lakes, aren't you afraid of flashing your waist?"

The yellow-eyed monk smiled, but he was not angry, "Amitabha, what the donor said is wrong. The Buddha said that practice, although eating fasting and reciting scriptures is indispensable, but stepping into the red dust and understanding the mortal world is also indispensable. What's more, it was still invited by the virtuous brother of Zhengming, so there was no reason why the old man would not come. ”

Duan Zhengming clasped his hands together and saluted, "The master is here, and I am very grateful to Dali." The Huangmei monk waved his hand and humbly conceded, "Brother Zhengming, when you lowered the salt tax, you could live countless fishermen and people, and it was also a great merit. Duan Zhengming waved his hand and excused himself, "It's still the master's compassion ......"

Zhong Tao watched them praise each other one by one, and couldn't help but interrupt impatiently, "Okay, don't praise each other." Old monk, get acquainted and go back to your temple quickly, and you can spend your old age. Otherwise, it would be a pity to explain an old life here. ”

The yellow-eyed monk shook his head, "Forgive the old monk, I can't obey my fate." "He walked step by step, and his internal strength continued to improve. Zhong Tao saw that he could bear it when he said this, and suddenly felt that this old monk was difficult to bite. However, he was not afraid, "Monk, you are looking for death." ”

Zhong Tao leaped over, he slapped it with one palm, and the true qi palm slashed into the air and hit the yellow-eyed monk. This hand splitting the empty palm is extremely upright, making the Xuanmen authentic, and the power is infinite, enough to open the mountain and break stones. The Huangmei monk was not panicked, he took a step forward, and the internal force encouraged a punch, Luohan boxing is simple and practical, but it is powerful.

The energy struck out of thin air, and the aftermath of the shock was numerous. Zhong Tao's figure was approaching, his palm was elegant, and he slapped one palm after another, and his momentum was unparalleled. The yellow-eyebrow monk's upside-down long eyebrows furrowed, thinking that the person in front of him was so difficult, he couldn't help but secretly think, "This battle must be won, otherwise I will be too sorry for Brother Zhengming." ’

Ning Weijun and Xia Butu's eyes suddenly narrowed, they stared at Zhong Tao's martial arts, the two glanced at each other, and they were already sure in their eyes that this Zhong Tao was the Zhong Tao they were looking for. Although he didn't understand why the person in front of him had become ugly, his palm and body skills obviously had the characteristics of the martial arts of the Immortal Mountain Changchun Valley.

Duan Zhengming stared at the fight between the two, a little worried in his heart, but he didn't show it. Duan Zhengchun knew Emperor Baoding's worries, and walked to his side and comforted, "Brother Huang, the master will definitely win, right?"

Duan Zhengming was not as optimistic as him, and to tell the truth, "I don't know." Judging this person's martial arts should be on par with the master, and the rest depends on their experience with each other, and their will can determine who wins or loses. ”

Pan Dao walked to Duan Yanqing's side indifferently, the smile on the corner of his mouth was annoying, especially at this nervous time, Duan Yanqing said dissatisfiedly, "You are not afraid that your plan will fail." ”

Pan Dao shook his head disdainfully, "I don't care, you may not know, I don't pay attention to these, the important thing is my own martial arts, that is the capital to save my life." ”

Duan Yanqing thought for a moment and retorted, "Martial arts can save your life, but if you don't have the support of forces, you don't have time to make your martial arts stronger than Ding Chunqiu." ”

Pan Dao was silent, and after a long time, he spoke, "What you said is right, so I accepted the Infinite Sword Sect and changed it to my own Dao Palace, that is."

I hope that one day I can be afraid of anyone. Now, I hope Zhong Tao wins, don't I?"

Duan Yanqing didn't want to be sure, "He can win." ”

The wand in the hand of the yellow-eyebrow monk swept across, the strong wind whirred, a blow swept through the air, he stood in place to respond to all changes, let Zhong Tao continue to palm in front of him, and then a force broke ten, the wand came out, forcing Zhong Tao to retreat.

The two stood staring at each other, sweat overflowing from their palms. After staying for a while, Zhong Tao and Huangmei Monk burst out at the same time, and their bodies jumped out with a palm, and then the two of them each vomited blood and flew back. (To be continued......)