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"Dragon Palm."

"Tiger Fist."

Tang Dingtian shouted.

After a palm strike, a terrifying white dragon appeared. The Poison Hand Medicine King was not to be outdone and struck a punch. Suddenly, a handsome white tiger condensed.

Suddenly.

Roar of dragons, roar of tigers.

When the power of the two collided.

The surroundings shook.

Everyone's vision became blurred.

It seemed that the eardrums were about to be shattered, which was very uncomfortable.

I only felt a buzzing sound, as if countless insects were roaring in my mind.

Bang.

In the end, Tang Dingtian flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

He raised his head, a large mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Poison Hand Medicine King with horror, smiling bitterly. Even if the Poison Hand Medicine King's strength dropped by 50%, he was still not his opponent.

Damn it.

Tang Dingtian clenched his fists. If he hadn't been hit by the Blood Palm of the Bat Prince, how could he be so useless?

If he hadn't been injured, he would still be in his prime.

I'm afraid that at this moment, he would have killed the Poison Hand Medicine King.

However, to be honest, if Tang Dingtian hadn't been seriously injured, the Poison Hand Medicine King and his gang wouldn't have come to trouble the Tang Sect so blatantly.

So, every bite and every drink has its destiny.

There must be a cause and an effect.

"Tang Dingtian, go to hell."

The Poison Hand Medicine King said indifferently, his body turned into a residual image, and with a swish, he appeared in front of Tang Dingtian. He raised his hand, stretched out five fingers, and chopped towards Tang Dingtian's crown.

Looking at the palm that was getting closer and closer.

Clearly felt a threat from death.

Tang Dingtian smiled bitterly, is he still going to die? As an old man in his eighties, Tang Dingtian is not afraid of death. After all, he has enjoyed everything he should have enjoyed as the leader of the Tang Sect for more than 40 years. Every person in the martial arts world will have a sense of death.

After all, people in the martial arts world are helpless. It is easy to enter the martial arts world, but difficult to leave.

The martial arts world is not as romantic as the vernacular novels.

On the contrary, it is full of cruelty and killing.

Either you kill people, or people kill you.

If a big shot kills you, you can't resist at all. It is even more terrible and terrifying than the telecommunications fraud in Thailand.

"Dad."

"Master."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Tang Sect shouted loudly.

Especially Tang Qianqian, a pair of beautiful eyes instantly turned red, and tears flowed out.

At this moment, swish, a tall figure appeared in front of Tang Dingtian in an instant.

Bang.

A palm hit over.

Hey.

The face of the poisonous hand medicine king changed.

But he did not withdraw his move.

Suddenly.

The palms of the two people, carrying two terrifying forces, touched each other firmly.

Bang.

Under a wave-like force spreading in all directions, the Poison Hand Medicine King was knocked out, his white hair flying, and finally, he fell more than 20 meters away before falling to the ground.

Although he was not injured.

However, what surprised him was that the force that blocked him was terrifyingly strong.

Even at this moment.

The two have separated.

In his body, the other party's power still remains.

This is an extremely strange and terrifying power.

In his body, it raged wildly, and countless cold breaths went towards his heart, as if to freeze his heart.

After this power raged in his body for three full circles.

In the end, it was completely annihilated into nothingness by the huge true energy in his body that was like seawater.

It was a terrifying and destructive force like ice piercing the bones.

At this moment, a young figure stood in front of Tang Dingtian, helped him up, and asked with concern: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's okay, Ping'an, I'm lucky to have you." Tang Dingtian shook his head and looked at Xiao Ping'an with gratitude on his face.

"Grandpa, we are all family, don't be polite."

The young man said with a smile.

Not bad.

This person is no one else.

It was Xiao Ping'an.

Just now, when Tang Dingtian was about to die, he couldn't help but take action.

Although he was a little afraid of the Poison Hand Medicine King, a master of the third grade who was good at using poison, after all, Xiao Ping'an had no confidence in defeating the other party, but there was no way. If he didn't take action again, Grandpa would die, and then, his mother would be sad.

In the three years of crossing, the old lady, the cheap mother, treated him very well, and Xiao Ping'an didn't want to make his mother sad.

That’s why he ignored the danger and attacked the Poison Hand Medicine King, saving his grandfather’s life from his hands.

The Poison Hand Medicine King looked at Xiao Ping’an and frowned.Did not attack again.

Although Xiao Ping'an's strength was not very good, he was one level weaker than him, but for some reason, there was an extremely cold power in his true energy, as if he could turn people into ice sculptures in an instant.

He was on par with the Snow Boy.

Could it be that Xiao Ping'an also practiced the top martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Palace: "Snowflake Magic"? ? ?

Feeling a piercing pain in the palm of his hand.

The Poison Hand Medicine King raised his hand and looked at his palm.

He saw that his palm had frozen.

Suddenly.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Calming down his mind, he circulated the true energy in his body.

Pour a gentle force into his palm.

Instantly, the ice on the hands of the Poison Hand Medicine King melted, and then he looked at Xiao Pingan and asked, "What kind of martial arts is this? It can freeze my meridians and flesh and blood."

"Mingyu Gong." Xiao Pingan said lightly

"I have never heard of this martial arts!"

The Poison Hand Medicine King shook his head.

Of course you haven't heard of it, but I learned this from the much more naive Yao Yue Palace Master in the dream space.

"Forget it if you haven't heard of it, Poison Hand Medicine King, right? I'll give you a chance. Now, get out! Otherwise, die."

Xiao Pingan said lightly.

Since he decided to take action, Xiao Pingan will not pretend anymore.

Showdown.

I am just an unruly man.

Hearing the arrogant words of this kid.

The Poison Hand Medicine King laughed in anger, what a joke, he is a grandmaster of the third grade, and Xiao Pingan? It's just a grandmaster of the third grade.

The gap between the two is a whole realm.

You know, there is a huge gap between the lower third rank master and the middle third rank master.

It's like the difference between a small river and the vast ocean.

This kid actually said he wanted to get out.

Although the Poison Hand Medicine King was poisoned by the Ten Miles Fragrance and could only exert 50% of his power, he was not something that a mere lower third rank Great Perfection could deal with.

"Little ghost, you are just an ant to me. Of course, I am poisoned now, but I am not something that an ant like you can fight against.

Let me get out? This sentence should be what I said to you. If you want to save your life, get out before I get angry."

The Poison Hand Medicine King said in a cold tone.