"court death!"

He Yuan frowned slightly, looked at Meng Tuozi's mixed elixir light, and looked at him disdainful.

He almost didn't even look at it, and just slapped his palm and hit Meng Tuozi's chest and abdomen. With this palm, Meng Tuozi was no longer comparable to him. He would definitely slapp him back and avoid him. Then He Yuan's hidden magical powers could surge out and suppress him. At that time, whether to kill or cut him, whether to give him pleasure or to be tyrannical, it was all based on He Yuan's own wishes...

Meng Tuozi said just now, and He Yuan really thinks Meng Tuozi is not his opponent.

He even felt that he had bullied people if he had chosen an opponent like Meng Tuozi.

Regarding Meng Tuozi's cultivation level, He Yuan could see any changes in his hidden magical powers at a glance.

But what He Yuan didn't expect was that Meng Tuozi did not retreat at all, nor did he dodge. He just gritted his teeth and slapped him straight at He Yuan's palm. Look at the posture, it was not like He Yuan slapped him with a palm, but as if Meng Tuozi rushed towards He Yuan's palm. This sudden change made He Yuan's heart suddenly jump, and he thought of many things in an instant...

Could it be that this hunchman has hidden some killer moves?

In shock, his mind was slightly confused, and the power of this palm was invisibly weakened by several points.

At this moment, Meng Tuozi rushed straight to his palm, hit the heart of the front by this palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Because he didn't expect Meng Tuozi to avoid or dodge, He Yuan showed a little shock. It was precisely because of this surprise that his palm was weaker when it was slapped. Because of this little weaker, when this palm hit Meng Tuozi, he should have directly shattered all his internal organs. He died suddenly on the spot, but he just shattered Meng Tuozi's protective magic power and then seriously injured him...

Meng Tuozi, who was seriously injured, squirted out a mouthful of blood, which was naturally a very reasonable thing.

But the key is that there is poison in the blood...

When He Yuan saw the blood mist, she was actually blue in the sun, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

He was slightly shocked in his heart, and he pulled back, swept his sleeves and swept the blood mist backwards without touching his body.

But no matter what, his mind was indeed a little confused.

After that blood mist, Meng Tuozi hunched over and rushed to He Yuan's left, and then his crutch in his hand was like a sword, piercing straight towards He Yuan's lower abdomen, as if he wanted to take advantage of He Yuan's unpreparedness to suddenly attack. However, he obviously underestimated He Yuan's reaction. Although his big sleeves covered his face, his spiritual sense had already detected Meng Tuozi's direction...

"Disillusion!"

With a loud shout, he raised his sleeves and slapped his head suddenly to the left. Wherever he fell was Meng Tuozi's head.

"Does this guy not understand cultivation at all?"

My mind turned sharply: "To fill in some minor injuries for me, I will spare my life?"

No matter from any angle, Meng Tuozi was like a clown at this time.

It's like a clown who desperately wants to cause some injuries to the other party because he knows he won't be able to defeat the other party.

People who practice cultivation have long been different from others' weaknesses.

Meng Tuozi's stick pierced He Yuan's lower abdomen, which was like a joke.

As a Jindan monk, the weakness of killing enemies is only the middle of the eyebrows and other directions, even if you are injured, it is not considered serious injury. It is like the position of the lower abdomen. It is a serious weakness for ordinary people, but for practitioners, even if you are stabbed by you, so what if you are open to this place, so what if you even tear them apart...

Not fatal...

But you came over and was hit in the head with a palm, and you would definitely die!

Of course, He Yuan couldn't really exchange injuries with the other party. He wanted to slap the other party's head, but he didn't want to be injured in his lower abdomen.

Therefore, while he slightly retracted his body and avoided the staff, he slapped the other party's head with a palm.

But Meng Tuozi seemed to have expected that he would avoid this stick, and his figure even slightly explored. After exploring, coupled with He Yuan's body changing, the position of this palm suddenly fell a little, and did not fall on Meng Tuozi's head, but on Meng Tuozi's hunchback, which was more conspicuous than his head. With a bang, he almost slapped Meng Tuozi's hunchback straight...

Meng Tuozi also used this palm power and suddenly rushed forward, then picked up with a stick.

This force of challenge was fast and fast, and infinite magic power was entangled on it.

It is impossible to describe the ferocity and ruthlessness of this staff. It is almost like Meng Tuozi's entire body's magic power is condensed, burning his life's blood.

The void seemed to have been pierced by a hole, and it pierced straight towards He Yuan's forehead.

Such a battle may have exceeded Meng Tuozi's limits and is a model for hurting others and hurting oneself first.

It is estimated that he can only fight such a battle in this battle, and then his potential will be insufficient.

"Get out..."

But at this time, He Yuan naturally couldn't think of so much, but was shocked by this stick. In a panic, he roared in a muffled voice, his hands came out, and his magic power was transformed all over his body. He didn't know how violent the power had formed, like several spears, stabbing out fiercely. Wherever he fell, he was all Meng Tuozi's body with wide open doors. It seemed that he had a scattered arrows at the same time...

The power of every magic power can be comparable to that of Meng Tuozi's staff.

From this point of view, He Yuan is much stronger than Meng Tuozi, whether in terms of magical powers or cultivation.

But Meng Tuozi did not hide and allowed these magic powers to hit him.

"laugh……"

Meng Tuozi's figure suddenly turned over, and there was a bloody and bloody gap between his chest and abdomen, and countless big holes were revealed.

It seemed that he was miserable and had been passed by Lingchi.

The whole body was almost broken from the middle, leaving only a few strands of flesh and blood connected.

But at this time, Meng Tuozi was still alive.

Because people are different from ordinary people in practice, they are only minor injuries between their chest and abdomen...

Even if Meng Tuozi seems to be no longer a minor injury, it is actually not fatal...

But He Yuan was already frozen in place, her eyes were fading, and her spirit was slowly dissipating.

An iron rod was inserted into his forehead.

It was impartial and happened to prick him from his forehead and protruded from the back of his head.

A look of surprise and confusion froze on his face, and he didn't seem to have expected that such a result would be...

"I told you just now!"

At this time, Meng Tuozi had skillfully climbed out a few steps, picked up the Qiankun bag, then stuffed the wound medicine into his mouth, and then applied it between his chest and abdomen. He even took a few iron plates and fixed them in the middle to prevent the two sections of his body from being separated. While doing these, he looked up at He Yuan and laughed: "I only need three moves to kill you!"

"Three moves can't kill you..."

He gulped blood into his throat, swallowed it hard again, and whispered: "Then you kill me!"

...

...

"this……"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the scene where Meng Tuozi and He Yuan split up in an instant.

Some people even blinked subconsciously, unable to believe the result.

And after being shocked, I felt horror.

Even my heart was filled with cold air...

The battle is actually a battle of this level?

I don’t know how many people suddenly understood why Meng Tuozi, a person who seemed to anyone, had long been dead, and even got the title of a small saint in the Northern Region, because this person is really...

I have never seen a win in this battle, but the result is ten times worse than the one who lost...

Meng Tuozi was miserable. Although he was still angry, he could almost get the description of "no dead body".

However, even though He Yuan was dead, he only had a little wound on his forehead and had not shed a few drops of blood.

Dead clean!

"Haha, fellow Taoist Meng did a pretty job..."

And on Meng Tuozi's side, after the winner was suddenly decided, the other people in the battle also changed drastically.

Everyone in the southern region was frightened and unbelievable, while the northern region monks suddenly had a great morale.

...

...

"My master can be named Xiaosheng for three hundred years as the old god of Dongtu, which shows that he has good talent..."

When Meng Tuozi suddenly used his fierce move and killed He Yuan, Yue Qing, the disciple of Xiao Jianyuan, who had been scolded by others and had never been angry, finally reacted at this time, but he was still not angry. He just opened the sword light flying from the coffin and asked, "He is talented but has not become a baby for three hundred years. What do you think he is doing?"

"At this point, how dare you talk nonsense?"

The southern cultivator Tianyin Sect, who was hanging by the coffin, kept flying out of the inside, and a series of strange sword lights killed the enemy, was already shocked when He Yuan was killed by Meng Tuozi, and his hair stood up. At this moment, he suddenly heard Yue Qing's words and shouted angrily.

At the same time, the magic power surged, and the sword light flying out of the coffin suddenly increased several times.

But facing the sword light that had been several times more, Yue Qing was still slow and blocked it with one sword and one sword. It seemed that there was no difference from the moment before. While opening these sword lights, he slowly said: "It is because he has not transformed into a baby for three hundred years. It is naturally because he has used his talents in other places. He once defeated the sword immortal in Taibai Sect, so he wanted to achieve something on the sword path, even if he did not care about the transformation of the infant, he just wanted to compete with the sword immortal on the sword path..."

As he said that, the giant sword blocked the sword horizontally, blocked a vicious sword light, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Think about it now, I feel quite sympathetic to my master. I am still in the realm of Jindan and have the highest spirit, and I was defeated once. The person who defeated him is still the same person..."

"Your master is extremely stupid, you are not much better..."

The Daozi of Tianyin Sect was anxious and angry, and he didn't want to talk to him. While speaking, he rushed to slash the sword light.

Seeing Yue Qing's appearance, he was inexplicably panicked.

"But even though my master is not as good as the Taibai Sect, he has such a good talent and three hundred years of hard practice, but it is impossible for him to fail to achieve success. In fact, what he wants to comprehend is the most difficult sword technique in the world. He takes fifty great ways and escapes one of them. Now, everyone knows that the higher his sword realm, the more swords he uses. Now, he has begun to use forty-nine swords..."
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