"The old thief was killed!"

Fang Yuan shouted loudly, and the muscles on his back twisted, like a big roc spreading his wings.

The huge force goes from the back to the arm, from the arm to the elbow, wrist, and all the way to the fingertips.

Crackling!

The joints of his body burst out, as if they were levers one by one. After such transmission, the original force was not only several times larger?

"Eagle Claw Hand!"

Lin Leiyue looked at this scene and was filled with her heart and could not do anything by herself.

She also saw Yu Qiuleng, a famous sect with an eagle claw and iron cloth shirt, took action, but it has to be said that in addition to his deeper skills, in terms of momentum and spirit, he would be immediately compared by this young man.

‘Is this still the Fang family brother from the past?’

Lin Leiyue's eyes were flowing, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"It turns out to be like this..."

Xiaoqing's mouth opened her head, and she lost her image as a lady.

At this moment, she was only thinking about one thing: 'If this... Fang Yuan had used all his strength, how could I have life?'

In fact, she overestimated Fang Yuan.

At that time, Fang Yuan's attainments in the Eagle Claws were far less sharp than that in his present. However, he had a system to support his martial arts. His progress in martial arts was definitely a thousand miles a day.

What kind of descriptions should be treated with admiration for three days, and it is completely appropriate to use it on him.

Huh!

The claw wind whistled, heart-wrenching. Before the move came, the strong wind slapped her face was already shaking and causing pain.

"Good boy!"

Song Zhong sighed again and again, his face turned red again, his hands dancing, turning into a sky curtain: "Demon Wind Hand!"

Pang!

The eagle claws touched the palm, and a shocking sound of air explosion sounded.

Whoosh!

As the dust flew, Fang Yuan's figure flew out and landed steadily on the ground, with a trace of blood red spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

"Your internal breath...and your physical strength, how could you be so strong?"

Song Zhong stood there with a confused look on his face and grinned again: "It's a pity... no matter how powerful it is, he will never be able to catch up with the gap in the ranks... ahem..."

Halfway through his speech, purple-black blood gushed out again.

"If I were a normal sixth level master, I would naturally run away... It's just an old dog, how long can your body last?"

Fang Yuan shook the joints of his palms and made a crackling and crisp sound.

He had also heard of Daming, who had died of death. He could only treat his injuries once and maintain his peak state. However, Elder Li's injuries and even the previous attacks of Lin Leiyue and others were not worthless.

"Old...old dog?!"

Song Zhong was stunned for a moment, and even Lin Leiyue's eyes widened.

"You... little dear, you're dead!"

Smoke was born in the seven orifices of Song Dynasty. As a hero who was pampered and had a superior and superior martial arts level, when did he be so humiliated?

Even though he was expelled from the sect before, he was disagreeable and blood splattered five steps.

But this little devil dared to humiliate him in person?

Even Lin Leiyue couldn't believe that she had the illusion that the world had changed drastically.

"Haha... Old dog, whoever dies is not sure!"

Fang Yuan laughed boldly and stepped forward and attacked hard, without giving Song Zhong a chance to reply: "Look at my eagle claw combo!"

At this time, Song Zhong was approaching the end of the horse and oars, but at least his foundation was still there. If he gave him some time to adjust his breath and recover, no one on his side would be the opponent of the internal martial artist.

Therefore, the only secret to fighting is to pester it!

In this regard, Fang Yuan is very confident!

After all, he has nearly twice the essence of ordinary people, which represents extremely powerful recovery and endurance.

The addition of the black sand palm and the inner breath of the eagle claw iron cloth shirt, which are both fifth layers, is enough to smooth out the gap for him.

Hissing!

The wind breaks through the air, heartbreaks and lungs.

"Impossible, how did you reply so quickly?"

Song Zhong had a hint of surprise on his face, and he suddenly gritted his teeth: "I want to waste my life to death?"

His face was originally as red as blood, but at this moment, he really spilled out of his pores: "The blood demon disintegrates, ignites the soul and burns the soul!"

This is his secret technique at the bottom of the box, which can suppress injuries and urge the valley to the last force. He has used it once before in order to kill Elder Li. This time he used it again, and the burden was even heavier, and even his body would turn into a sack.

"Die! Demon Wind Hand-Blood Palm!"

Song Zhong suddenly stepped forward, blood oozed out of the pores of his right hand, turning into a bright red palm print, colliding with the eagle claw hand.

Bang!

With another loud bang, Fang Yuan flew backwards, his face changed, and he spit out a mouthful of blood: "Have fun!"

His eyes were hot, and he then rushed up: "Come again!"

"This kid...is he a lunatic?!"

I have to say that this lifeless fighting style made Song Zhong a little scared.

Whoosh!

At this time, voices from outside came one after another, and even more of the sound of clothes breaking through the air. Obviously, there were masters coming at full speed.

Song Zhong's expression changed, he turned around and left, hid in the dense jungle.

In the current situation, he could no longer kill this pair of "adulterators", so he could only lie dormant and wait for an opportunity.

Anyway, there will definitely be a chance within seven days, especially the young man in front of him, who is very difficult and not recovering a little, and he really doesn't have much confidence in winning it.

"Where to go!"

Seeing that Song Zhong was about to run, Fang Yuan shouted, and immediately chased after him regardless of the exclamation behind him.

How could he let the other party run away?

Even though he knew the characteristics of the "Restoring the Death Pill", the world was too big, and it was hard to guarantee that there would be no adventure in the Song Dynasty. He would never make a comeback. Fang Yuan would not be relieved if he didn't see him die in front of him with his own eyes.

And is there any better opportunity than it is now?

At this time, the opponent's combat power had undoubtedly reached a low point. Even if he could not take down a five-level self immediately, it was a great time to kill.

If you miss it, you may not be able to have it again.

Whoosh!

In the mountains and forests, the two of them ran one after another, and I don’t know how far they ran.

"This old man really has a long strength. I wonder if it's the elixir?"

Seeing that the distance did not get closer, but instead ran farther and farther, Fang Yuan was speechless.

"Old dog, don't you want to know how your baby son died?"

He looked around, his eyes rolled, and he shouted.

"What?"

Sure enough, when he heard this, Song Zhong, who was already running wildly, suddenly stopped as if he was struck by lightning. He slowly turned around and stared at Fang Yuan with sharp eyes: "What do you know? Say it quickly!"

At this time, there was still some distance away from the large army. Even if it was delayed for a little time, it would be enough to escape. It was related to the real culprit. Song Zhong immediately made a decision.

"Who killed that puppy...hehe..."

As soon as Song Zhong stopped, Fang Yuan's steps were not slow at all. He caught up with him, his hands turned into eagle claws, and he slammed down: "If you go down and ask your son, you will know everything!"

"Sir!"

Song Zhong's face turned cold: "I really think I can't kill you?"

His palms were facing upwards, and the palms were slightly sunken, with a powerful force.

Bang!

When the fists and claws were intersecting, Song Zhong's expression suddenly changed: "No...you..."

He retreated repeatedly and looked at his hands. He saw several clear blood holes appearing in his palms, and black blood was flowing out.

"You use poison... no... this is the poison skill... the black sand palm... it turns out it is you!"

His eyes were blood red and he rushed, but he couldn't hold on halfway and fell to the ground.
To be continued...