"Bet? This is really a big gamble. I am afraid that the loser will never have a chance to come back. But I like it, I bet with you." Dai Junchoi did not show any weakness, he will definitely win, he must win!
But I heard Xiao Yuhe say: "But you may not see the final result, because the masters in your coalition are all dead and wounded, I want to know who else can stop me Xiao Yuhe's palms?" Wan Take the first rank of the general in the army, and act on behalf of the king. I respect you as a hero, so I will personally take your life.
"Joke, which one of the coalition forces is not a hero, and there is no such thing as a hero in the arena. Everyone here has a responsibility. If you dare to fight, anyone can be your opponent. But you and I are both commanders. How about me being your opponent?"
"You? Don't think you are self-righteous when you leave Xiaoshuang's waste material. You and I are not a star or a bit worse. To say that the monk's martial arts just now is not bad, but his temper is a little more straightforward. Give him another ten years, maybe Can fight me. As for you, if you want to die, I can do it." Xiao Yuhe laughed loudly, no one can match the world, hahahaha.
"You can or can't, you know after trying:" Dai Juncai still doesn't change his face, of course, his heart is still beating, and the blood is full of blood scattered all over the body. In this battle, he will act for the sky, yes, Dai Juncai Not a top martial artist, he and Xiao Yuhe’s martial arts accomplishments are indeed not comparable, but he is a quack, especially he is also a highly anticipated son of a thousand sects. Apart from these, he is still a kingpin in the new martial arts era, so he Must fight, he must defeat this terrifying opponent, he must set a banner for the arena and set a benchmark for the arena. Although it is difficult and dangerous to prevent me from going.
"No!" Dou Mu Hao dumbly heard Dai Juncao say "I know only after trying", joking, this kid is desperate. Didn't you see that he was beaten to pieces, do you think? Are you the green onion, dare you to provoke this master Xiao Yuhe? Do you think you really have three heads and six arms
Doumuqi struggled to get up and organize Daijuncho, but the skeleton of his body seemed to disperse as soon as he tried hard, a mouthful of blood spurted all over the ground, and the internal breath that had just barely calmed down was now scurrying around, and the internal organs were like a knife. Dou Muqi's eyes went dark, finally unable to withstand the weakness after the serious injury, and completely fainted. But at the moment when he fainted, he still wanted to stop Daijun.
"Lao Mo, ready to save people!" Jing Lao stared at every move in the venue, but in his ears he kept listening to the movement of Dou Mu Hao. As soon as Dou Mu Hao's blood fell, Old Jing had already greeted me. The doctor is ready to rescue, that is, Dou Mu Hao's body is really resistant to fights. Others have received such a heavy hand, I am afraid that they have already died seven times eight times. This kid is still thinking about saving the world, don't worry, he will not die.
"You use golden needles to resurrect your soul, and I use elixir to protect your heart." Doctor Mo thought about how to deal with it early in the morning. The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill took a sigh of relief. The healers joined forces, and even the king of Yan had to give them three points of thin noodles.
"Look at it." Old Jing raised his wrist and threw the ancestral needle pouch in the air. With ten fingers flying in his left and right hands, he twisted the golden needles in the air and pierced them into the major acupuncture points one by one. First pierce the Shaoyin Heart Sutra, Jiquan, Qingling, Shaohai, Lingdao, Tongli, Yinqi, Shenmen, Shaofu, and Shaochong with nine gold needles. "Nine needles to protect the heart!" Draw three more golden needles, divided into Fengchi, Dazhui, and Yamen three points, "Three needles to seal the brain!" Then he drew another needle, and it looks like Jing Muyan, who is famous all over the world, is full of heads. It's sweat, because Doumu Hao's breath is no different from that of a dead person. They are going to change their fate on the life and death of Yan Wangye, and they are also ready to bargain with black and white impermanence! "A needle is yang!" The last needle pierced the Baihui point. The Baihui point was pierced half an inch in the middle of the top of the head and at the intersection of the ears. There are a total of 13 needles, and the depth of the needle is very particular, and there are ways to pierce or twist, but just after all this last night, Jing Muyan’s needle capsule fell from the air and returned to Jing Lao’s waist. Between.
"Look at my Mo family spirit medicine to continue!" Doctor Mo opened his big cloak, with a special belt around his waist, densely packed with more than forty small grids. There are some concocted powder pills inside. Doctor Mo is also unambiguous. He pinches Dou Muqi’s throat with one hand and makes his mouth slightly open. With one hand, he picks out a few secret medicines hidden in the belt and pops them in. In the mouth of the Doumuchi, the small hip flask at the waist was not filled with glutinous pulp and jade liquid. It was the hanging soul soup of the thousand-year-old mountain ginseng. With the pellets and powder, the Doumuchi was served to the Doumuchi. The Doumuchi was pale. There was blood on his face.
"It hurts. It hurts to death." At this time, Jing Lao's last needle and masculine needle had just been applied, and the unconscious Dou Mu Hao woke up from a big dream, only feeling severe pain all over his body, like a blunt knife cutting meat. I subconsciously yelled out pain, the blank space in my head still didn’t realize where it was. I only saw two old guys taking a sigh of relief around them, and the sweat was dripping on the ground. This is What's wrong. Are these two people going to run a marathon
"No, that fellow Feng is going to deal with Xiao Yuhe! Stop him!" Dou Muqi's first reaction after his mind was sober was that Dai Juncai was in danger. He was struggling to move out of the hospital bed, but it was a pity that Mr. Jing was early this time. With precautions, his fingers blocked Dou Mu Hao's big holes all over his body. Now, let alone getting out of bed, if you want to move a finger, you have to get the consent of the old man.
"Don't worry, your family chief didn't fight the animal hard." Doctor Mo stared at the battle line without blinking, while giving Dou Muqi a live commentary. If he didn't tell him anything, he wouldn't be able to make this six feet tall. King Kong is suffocated alive!
Just now when Dai Junchou was about to stand up to fight, Yinxue took the lead in getting out of the woods, blocking Dai Junchou's front. "Let me give it to me for this battle. Anyway, I am also the commander of the coalition army. I should be more professional in fighting." Drinking blood turned around and smiled at Dai Jun. "Don't forget to bring all the brothers back."
"Drinking blood, you must not force your injury!" Although Dai Junchou is not as professional as Jing Lao, after all, he was read a dozen medical books by his master when he was young. . Of course he couldn't think of it. Drinking blood is now terminally ill, and he plans to die with Xiao Yuhe.
"Don't worry, I have a score in my heart." Drinking blood smiled lightly, and finally took a sip of the cigarette in his hand, and walked forward without looking back.