Just when Ding Chunqiu was ecstatic when he saw Wu Yazi, Qiao Feng's loud voice came from outside the house: "How dare you, old monster Xingxiu, look at your palm!"
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, Ding Chunqiu used his strength to jump into the wooden house. With the light coming from the broken wooden wall, a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Old thief, you are indeed alive!"
"Ding Chunqiu, please don't hurt Master!"
Su Xinghe rushed into the wooden house like a mad tiger. Seeing that Ding Chunqiu was about to attack Wu Yazi, he killed him without caring about his own safety.
It's a pity that he has been addicted to Zhenlong chess game for thirty years, and his martial arts have been neglected. He was too far behind Ding Chunqiu, and Ding Chunqiu knocked him back with a raised hand.
Song Xing took a step forward and punched out. A strong wind suddenly arose in the wooden house, and a sound like spring thunder rang in Ding Chunqiu's ears, causing his complexion to change drastically.
The power of a punch is so terrifying!
Without thinking, Ding Chunqiu used Qinggong and exited the wooden house again.
However, Song Xing used his pace and chased him out. The old monster Xingxiu tried to commit suicide again and again, which had completely angered Song Xing and was about to kill him here.
The moment Ding Chunqiu exited the wooden house, he waved his feather fan forward, and a large amount of poisonous powder and poisonous smoke came out from it, covering the only hole in the wooden house.
The next second, Song Xing's figure rushed out against the poison. When the poisonous powder in the air came into contact with Song Xing's body surface, it was directly bounced away by a thin layer of Gangqi. Before the poisonous smoke came, it was It has been sucked away by the jade toad on Song Xing's body.
The proud smile that originally hung on Ding Chunqiu's face froze on his face, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
Ding Chunqiu retreated very quickly, but Song Xing moved forward even faster. In an instant, the two of them had already crossed the distance of twenty steps one after the other.
Ding Chunqiu's face was gloomy. He took twenty steps back but couldn't find any chance to counterattack. The poison powder he waved was also ineffective against Song Xing. He could only dodge with all his strength, not giving Song Xing a chance to touch him with his fists and feet.
Two figures, one purple and one scarlet, flashed rapidly, and the rocks blocking the mountain road were all knocked away by the body-protecting energy at Ding Chunqiu's feet, hitting the dense pine forest next to them like cannonballs.
Ding Chunqiu moved his feet, and a stone as big as his head was picked up by the tip of his right toe and hit Song Xing on the opposite side.
Song Xing swung his left fist in the air, smashing the rocks in the air.
Ding Chunqiu took the opportunity to wave his right palm, and with one strike, the air seemed to change color, and the area within a few meters was instantly enveloped in a layer of gloomy fluorescent green.
Ding Chunqiu is very talented in martial arts. After joining the Xiaoyao Sect, in addition to diligently practicing martial arts, he also became interested in the toxicology of poisons. In addition to practicing martial arts for decades, he has also studied poisons carefully. Now he can integrate poisons into his true energy. Among them, he can penetrate as he pleases, killing others without hurting himself at all.
This rotting corpse is extremely poisonous. He collected the toxins from the rotting corpse and blended it into his body's true energy. When the palm is released, the poison in the body travels along the meridians along with the true energy, emits from the palm, and instantly covers a large area in front of it, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.
Ding Chunqiu had seen Song Xing's physique that was not afraid of poisons, but in addition to corroding the physical body, as long as a trace of the rotting corpse poison was touched, even the true energy would be infected with the rotting corpse poison, and there was no cure.
After shooting out the rotten corpse poison, Ding Chunqiu also used his left palm to secretly attack Song Xing again with his left palm.
Facing the sneak attack of poisonous gas and poisonous palm, Song Xing remained expressionless, raised his eyebrows indifferently, and pointed forward with one finger.
boom!
As Song Xing moved his finger across, the sky seemed to be cut open by his finger, and the large green poisonous substance shrouded in front was passed through without even touching his shadow.
Song Xing then pointed a finger on Ding Chunqiu's palm. It was as powerful as a dragon. When he pointed out a finger, a sound broke through the air. The finger was stronger than a diamond and pointed straight in the middle of Ding Chunqiu's palm.
Like a rainbow shining through the sun, Song Xing pointed out, and Ding Chunqiu felt an incredibly majestic zhenqi. Suddenly, his zhenqi defense pierced his rotten corpse poisonous palm like a sharp sword, and penetrated his palm. .
The true energy that penetrated Ding Chunqiu's poisonous palm condensed into a sword in the air, and with unabated momentum, it struck across the air and penetrated Ding Chunqiu's shoulder blade again.
Ding Chunqiu immediately groaned, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he clasped his left hand into a claw, grabbing Song Xing's heart directly.
Just as his left claw was about to hit Song Xing, Ding Chunqiu felt the ground beneath his feet shake violently, and then his body sank downwards. The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and he had sunk more than three inches.
Then the sky above him suddenly became dark, and fierce air pressure roared down. The violent infuriating energy made his hair and beard fly wildly, making him almost unsteady.
Ding Chunqiu raised his eyes and saw a majestic sacred mountain, turning upside down under a huge force and pressing down on his head.
Ding Chunqiu roared wildly, spitting out the zhenqi accumulated in decades of meditation, raised his arms and moved forward to block.
boom!
A shocking explosion resounded in the Deaf and Mute Valley, and waves of air surged like a tidal wave. Where the two met, smoke and dust rose up, and the ground seemed to be shattered.
Hundreds of years of Beiming Qi broke through Ding Chunqiu's Qi defense without stopping, directly injuring his five internal organs. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, but was forced by the strong wind to scatter on his chest. On, bright and harsh.
"Beiming is so angry!"
Ding Chunqiu's eyes showed a look of horror. Before he could say these words, the more violent Qi directly shattered all his defenses and knocked him to the ground. Then Song Xing stepped forward and slapped him down with a palm.
Ding Chunqiu was lying on the ground unable to move. He saw Song Xing's palm falling towards his forehead like a mountain of taiwan. In the crisis of life and death, he shouted in horror: "Stop, if you dare to kill me, the founder of Xiaoyao Sect will definitely kill you to avenge me!" "
A strong wind blew against his face. Under Ding Chunqiu's frightened eyes, Song Xing's palm stopped in front of Ding Chunqiu's forehead, and a slightly confused voice came out: "Xiaoyao Sect, the founder?"
Ding Chunqiu hurriedly shouted: "Yes, I, the founder of the Xiaoyao sect, am a peerless strongman who is one of the best in the world. My martial arts can't even take three moves in his hands. If you kill me, he will definitely kill you." !”
Song Xing pointed with his fingertips, and sealed Ding Chunqiu's acupuncture points with his true energy, and sneered: "You traitor who killed his master, even if Xiaoyaozi is alive, it will be fine if I don't kill you. What are you mad about?"
Song Xing was really curious about Xiaoyaozi, the founder of Xiaoyao Sect. You must know that Wuyazi was already over ninety years old, so his master Xiaoyaozi, if he was still alive, would be at least over one hundred and ten years old.
Even for those who practice martial arts, being able to live to this age is considered a long life.
However, the Xiaoyao sect's Ageless Changchun Kung Fu and Bei Ming Shen Kung can both keep people young forever. If Xiaoyao Zi took part in the Kung Fu's creation, it would not be impossible for him to live to this day.
So the question becomes, why is there never any news about Xiaoyaozi in Jianghu and the original plot?
Thinking of the previous speculation about Xiaoyao Sanlao and Ding Chunqiu, Song Xing suddenly felt that if Xiaoyaozi was still alive, the previous speculation that Wu Yazi was the mastermind behind the scenes might be wrong?
When Ding Chunqiu heard what Song Xing said, he immediately retorted: "This old thief Wu Yazi is the traitor of the Xiaoyao Sect. I killed Wu Yazi on the order of my ancestor!"
Su Xinghe, who had been seriously injured by Ding Chunqiu's palm before, immediately struggled to his feet after hearing this and cursed: "Ding Chunqiu, you fart, you are a rebellious disciple who killed his master, despicably and shamelessly attacked the master, and you actually dare to speak nonsense and tarnish the reputation of the master, You deserve death!"
Seeing that Ding Chunqiu was slandering his most respected master in order to survive, Su Xinghe struggled to step forward and fight him.
Seeing this, Ding Chunqiu immediately turned to Song Xing and said: "Young Master Song, everything I said is true. Wu Yazi is a useless person now. What can he give you? As long as you and I join hands to kill this traitor of the Xiaoyao Sect, the founder." I will definitely not treat you and me badly, and the Xiaoyao sect’s magical skills are up to you to choose.”
Song Xing looked at Ding Chunqiu who was kneeling in front of him and said sarcastically: "You have worked hard for Xiaoyaozi for thirty years. Didn't Xiaoyaozi teach you the magical skills of Xiaoyao sect?"
Ding Chunqiu's face stiffened slightly and he was unable to answer Song Xing's question.
At this time, Wu Yazi's calm voice came from the wooden house: "Song Gong, please come into the wooden house to talk."
Seeing Wu Yazi speak, Song Xing, who was originally from Xiaoyao Sect, picked up Ding Chunqiu and walked into the wooden house that had a big hole drilled in it.
