Young man, rich and easy to talk

Even if it is a small thunderbolt for self-defense, although it is not powerful enough to raze the prison to the ground, it should not be underestimated.

Liuhua was in a state of distress, holding the big rock at the entrance of the valley and looking at the narrow road behind him, the rumbling sounds came from the depths of the valley one after another, she shook her tongue a few times, pointing at the chaotic evil Linggu shook his head heartbroken: "This is all my hard work, it's ruined. Do you know how many years it took me to make such a place..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Qin Xi staring at him seriously, knowing that he was guilty and immediately closed his mouth.

Qin Xichao was holding an ordinary sword, which he snatched from the guard who had just been dealt with. He frowned at the dripping blood on it, and flicked a sword flower with his backhand.

Liu Hua also took out his own cloud-pattern dagger, and pressed some mechanism in it. The palm-sized small dagger stretched several times in an instant. He held the knife in his hand and urged Qin Xichao: "Go! I can't guarantee that Yan Zhong Will the people catch up!"

Qin Xi glanced back at the entrance of Chaoshou, and rushed over to stop Liuhua with a few steps.

Luca was confused, "What are you doing?"

"I'll go to Wu Ming, you go down the mountain." Qin Xi said sharply, Liu Hua was about to refute, but he was speechless when he said, "You go down the mountain to meet Qin Feng and Moge's troops, otherwise you If something goes wrong with Dr. Wen at home, don't blame me."

Liu Hua was startled suddenly, the knife almost fell out, "Why did Yun'er come here!"

Qin Xichao gave him a look that should be taken for granted, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved: "If he doesn't come, who will prepare the miasma-removing pills for the large number of people under my hands?"

The two of them were talking while rushing along the road, and in a blink of an eye they returned to the fork in the road where they were supposed to part ways. Liu Hua heard a sound of killing from the mountain gate from a distance, and he was wondering when he turned his head and saw Qin Xichao With a smile on his face and a confident expression, he understood immediately.He prepared his backhand early in the morning, and actually sent a large team of Mo Ge's men to lie in wait and prepare to break through the mountain.

It sounds like the situation at the bottom of the mountain is chaotic, thinking that her precious doctor is very likely to be among the group of desperate butchers, Liu Hua can't help but feel her scalp tense.

"The one surnamed Qin, you, you," Liu Hua said for a long time, then nodded his head several times, took out the miasma-eliminating pill hidden in his bosom and threw it into his mouth, "You can do it! You're ruthless!" He put away the knife in his hand, tapped his foot and flew away.

The sound of wind, whistling, shouts and explosions mixed and reverberated for a long time.

On the way out of the valley, the news of the fire in the Youshi Temple had spread all over the sky.There was chaos on the mountain, those who put out the fire, those who came down the mountain to support Moge, and those who fled early to save themselves, the whole Qianman family lost its strict rules.

Qin Xi stood in the wind, and glanced at the direction of the burning fire. Although Tang Wuming was stupid, he was not stupid enough to commit suicide. Fire was just a blindfold.

Using his inner strength to lift his toes, his posture was like the wind, his sword energy condensed into a rainbow, and he rushed towards the most magnificent palace on the mountain.

At several points, the sword light flickered, Wuming jumped up, and dodged Fang Youli's attack with a back turn.

Brute force mobilized the internal force of the whole body and quickly exceeded the load of Wuming's body. The muscles and veins of the limbs were tense involuntarily, making him unable to use them. However, the madness of madness made him red-eyed, and the trembling sword tip Always clamoring to tear the opponent in front of him to pieces.

But the arrogance of the offense still couldn't cover up the fragility of his defense.

Wumingcai turned sideways to avoid the sudden attack, but Fang Youli suddenly and cunningly thrust out another hidden weapon from his cuff.

Wuming didn't have time to see what it was, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and pressed his fleshy palm against the sharp edge of the blade, holding his hand full of fresh and sticky, a point of black and bright sharp corner piercing the palm of his hand. It came out between the two finger bones on the back of the hand.

I don't know what was on the hidden weapon, and the sharp pain that penetrated in an instant numbed the whole arm, and Wuming's half of the shoulder immediately took strength.

Fang Youli laughed wretchedly, and moved his hidden weapon a little further: "Tang Mu, don't you think you are very capable?"

Wuming opened his mouth and shouted silently, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his head, he struggled to hold the sword in his hand tightly, and stabbed fiercely.

Fang Youli turned sideways at will to make the attack fail, and he grabbed Wuming's arm who came forward.Wuming didn't want to just let it go, and resisted vigorously, which seemed to anger Fang Youli, when someone suddenly pushed back his right arm with force, he heard a crisp click.

"Ah!" Wuming screamed, and all struggles stopped suddenly.

Fang Youli looked at Wuming amusedly, like looking at a rabbit that fell into the hands of a hunter and could not escape, touched Wuming's deformed shoulder and said, "Tang Mu, if you struggle again, it will break."

Wuming was so painful that he didn't want to listen to what he was talking about, he just looked down at his chest, Rubai's robe was torn and wrinkled from the fight, his chest was also stained, and his whole body was even more unkempt and in a mess.Laughing back from the pain, he shrugged his shoulders with a low laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Fang Youli became even more angry, pulled out the hidden weapon embedded in Wuming's palm, and immediately slapped Wuming heavily into his body.

Wuming twitched his body and laughed.

Tang Mu, who knows how to use swords, would not let himself fall into this situation. Tang Mu would trade his flesh and blood for a lifetime of pride, just like his father.

But Tang Wuming couldn't do it anymore.

Tang Wuming couldn't hold on any longer, it was so fucking painful, it hurt so badly, it almost drained all the energy in his body.

So when Fang Youli let go of the restraint on him, Wuming knelt down without even thinking about it, his knees softened, and he knelt straight at Fang Youli's feet.

"Ha, haha! Haha..." Fang Youli kicked him, looked down at the body under his feet and mocked, "What about your arrogance just now, you knelt down and begged for mercy so soon?!"

Wuming broke out in a cold sweat again and again, and Wu Wuli didn't even bother to utter a word.

Fang Youli couldn't stop laughing, "What Tang Xian, what sect master, what raging fire swordsmanship! Isn't it easy to catch?"

Wuming knelt on his feet, his arms drooping unnaturally by his side, no different from being useless, he took two breaths to calm down the pain in his body and the boiling in his meridians, and said in a hoarse voice: "You If you win, kill me quickly!"

Fang Youli looked at him condescendingly, slowly raised his arms, and landed on top of Wuming's head.

"Before you kill, let me take back what belongs to me!"

The five fingers on the top of his head were clenched tightly, and Wuming's head was numb. He could feel the power in his body rushing around along the meridians, and finally all merged into one stream in his throat, gushing out of Baihui like a spring. .

With the disappearance of strength, the limbs gradually became so weak that they could hardly even kneel.

The urge to vomit intensifies.

Fang Youli used his own skill as a guide, and Baihui as his acupoint, and took advantage of Wuming's opportunity to mobilize his internal energy, and extradite all the raging fire internal energy that had been buried in him for many years!Wuming fights against the dangerous egg, trying to urge the internal force to fight against it, but it further promotes the flow of internal force in the meridians.

All the internal energy in his body was sucked dry, Wuming finally failed, a mouthful of thick black blood spewed out, staining a pair of gold silk boots in front of him.

Fang Youli lifted his foot lightly, but before he could exert all his strength, Wuming was suddenly shaken away by the vigorous energy in his body, threw it on the stone wall of the main hall, and received a heavy blow on the back.

Wuming propped himself up and was about to sit up, but fell to the ground in a trance.

In the center of the hall, Fang gained the internal power of raging fire that he had dreamed of, with infinite power surging all over his body, every inch from his hair to his fingertips was extremely excited.Nameless lying on the ground face up, heard the

He looked up to the sky and laughed, but his eyes turned black.

"I got it, I got it!!"

"It's mine! Mine!"

"The fire is mine—"

Fang Youli was tongue-tied suddenly, and his laughter stopped. He saw his palms start to turn black, like the scene after a flame had burned.

Suddenly, there was laughter again.

Slowly, with a little ethereal emptiness.

Wuming tried his best to get up, moved his legs and leaned against the wall behind him, looked at Fang Youli with a pale smile, raised his left hand, which could barely move, and pointed at his half-blackened face from a distance. Hand, smiled miserably: "Your hand is really useless!"

"You actually poisoned yourself!" Fang Youli waved his hand in disbelief, and tried to force the "poison" out with his internal force.

Wuming Wuwu said, "Don't blame me, I didn't poison you."

After using the internal force, the "poison" was not forced out but was pushed harder and harder, and soon the black stain wrapped around the shoulder and chest from the arm.Fang panicked again, yelling at Wuming with vicious words in his mouth.

"Who is forcing whom!" Wuming gritted his teeth with his back against the wall and grinned, watching the "Sect Master" look like a monkey in a funny way.

"The raging fire internal force is what you want too?" Wuming paused for a moment and said, "I've practiced it for a long time, and that internal force is no longer the mellow and flawless raging fire internal force. Your decades of skill plus With this crooked and domineering raging fire internal force, alas, my lord, my lord..."

He coughed with a smile: "You call me a fake, how dare you accept a fake?"

"Aren't you stupid!" Wuming grinned with pain and a smile.

"Tang Mu—!" Fang Youli suddenly roared with rage.

That's right, if he doesn't get angry again, he probably won't be able to get angry anymore.Such a domineering internal force, Wuming has coexisted with it for four years and has not used it too much. Even so, he often tosses and rolls uncomfortably, not to mention Fang Youli's profound and impatient skills.

It's already considered amazing that he didn't die on the spot.

Wuming blinked his eyes, which were already hard to open, and saw Fang Youli approaching him step by step with his sword in his hands, and there seemed to be black and red veins throbbing on his face.

"Tang Mu!! You damn, damn bastard!"

There were curses in his ears.

"I want to drag you to be buried with me!"

Funeral?I don't want to be buried with you, if I want to, I have to...

Hey, hey, how could he be buried with him!

"Tang—Mu!!"

Tang Mu, am I taking revenge for you, your parents and your family?

Can I pay it off?

In addition to the unsightly cursing in the ears, it seemed that there was the sound of firecrackers again, and they exploded, but... louder than the sound of firecrackers.Ah, I can't tell, my mind is so muddled that I can't think of anything.

Wuming tried his best to open his eyes, a white light flashed, he seemed to see an extremely familiar figure standing in front of him, looking at him with a gentle smile, and stretched out his hand to stroke his messy hair.

"Qin Xichao?" Wuming murmured to him.

The white light in front of my eyes gradually dissipated, and my vision began to be clear.

Wuming saw that there was no Qin Xichao in front of him, only Fang Youli, whose eyes were like copper bells, stared at him fiercely with the point of his sword.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly fell down, with a sword that did not belong to him stuck in his left rib.