Lao Song was hung in the air by three thick rattans, only his head was exposed, his cheeks were swollen and undesirable, as if he had an extremely ugly tumor.

But he can breathe and has the strength to struggle. Such resilience is admirable.

Du Yong was in a good mood and raised his neck and shouted, "Old Song, you must be unable to break free from your current state. Following my advice, it's better to give up earlier. This kind of weird vine is getting tighter and tighter. Otherwise, I will cut off the vine for you, and you will answer my question. Is it OK? Just nod if you can."

Old Song's squinting eyes emitted an extremely fierce light, and he snorted coldly, increasing the intensity of his struggle.

Du Yong sighed softly: "Why don't you? As the saying goes, keep the green firewood here, you won't have to worry about burning the mountains... Damn!"

boom!

The vine suddenly burst and turned into powder all over the sky. Old Song successfully broke free, flipped around in the air for a while, pressed down his palms, and cooperated with his extremely ugly face, it was like an evil ghost attacking.

Du Yong almost urinated, rolled and crawled to the left to dodge, barely avoiding him.

Bang, bang!

Two extremely huge palm prints immediately appeared on the ground, which were very deep, and could be half a foot deep. Whether it was hard stones or extremely flexible tree roots, they were all crushed.

The aftermath spreads to all sides with dust and leaves, cutting off many shrubs.

Du Yong screamed in secretly, and he couldn't help but think of Stephen Chow's Tathagata's magic palm. If it weren't for flashing quickly, he might have been photographed in the soil, or even directly photographed into meat paste. Anyway, there was no luck.

He had thought that Lao Song might come out, but he didn't expect that Long Song would be so violent.

"Come on your life!"

After Old Song landed, he did not slow down a little, but rushed straight to Du Yong. He is worthy of being a master of the fourth level of the tower. Both endurance and explosive power should not be underestimated.

Of course Du Yong didn't dare to block it, so he ran away, and of course he still went around in circles.

Old Song roared in his mouth, and the palm wind was continuous, with a much larger range than before. The sound of explosive energy was comparable to that of a detonator. It was the same as in a martial arts drama and only went around twice. Du Yong was rubbed by the palm wind five times, his whole body was churning with blood, and his teeth were grinning in pain. One of the palms was hit on his thigh, which was greatly reduced by small steps.

You can't go around in circles anymore, otherwise Du Yong will be killed by the palm wind in just a short while.

After a quick decision, Du Yong turned to the path ahead and charged forward desperately.

Lao Song naturally pursued him relentlessly. When he was walking around, he didn't care about the thorny shrubs and stepped over them directly, just to save some time to block Du Yong. Seeing that the distance was getting closer, he raised his hand and his power did not diminish at all.

"Old Song, if you have something to say, we can sit down and talk slowly. I will detoxify you. By the way, your face is swollen like your butt, which will affect your appearance!"

Du Yong ran and flashed, but was hit by several more winds of the sword. He was very embarrassed and could not help but persuade him, trying to use an antidote that did not exist at all to shake Lao Song's determination to chase him.

However, at this time, Old Song seemed to have completely lost his mind and did not care what Du Yong said, but he was going to chase and kill him.

Du Yong had no choice but to run straight and step into the bushes with his teeth. He was scratched by the thorns and was covered with injuries. Of course, he had thought about using the turtle pattern technique to reverse the thrust, but it was not until that time.

He had a guess that Lao Song suddenly became so fierce, and he should have used some amazing skills to stimulate potential, and this amazing skills usually do not last for a long time.

So let’s continue running. If you really can’t run, it’s not too late to turn on the turtle pattern again.

This run took only half an hour.

Du Yong's legs became numb, as if he was running like a mechanical one, and he was supporting him with a sense of perseverance.

It finally got dark.

Du Yong was quite pleased because the luminous stone absorbed some sunlight during the day, so it emitted light again.

Bang!

There was a sudden sound of tripping out from behind, and Old Song whistled in a low voice.

Du Yong turned around and looked at it, feeling very happy. He saw Old Song slamming to the ground and climbing up. He should have hooked up just now.

After Lao Song held up, he did not continue to chase, but sat on the ground, gasping for breath, his squinting eyes no longer had the blood-redness he had just now, and his overall momentum became much weaker.

"No!"

Du Yong held his knees with both hands, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell like raindrops, but his expression was very proud.

Old Song snorted coldly and said nothing.

Du Yong smiled, picked up a stone and threw it over.

Old Song was stunned and tried to open his eyes wide. He could scare Du Yong if he posted a Buddha.

call!

The stone hit the forehead and blood flowed out. Old Song started to his pain, which showed that he had no use of true energy to resist it. Perhaps because of the extraordinary skill, he could no longer raise his true energy.

To be on the safe side, Du Yong threw another one and hit his fat face.

"Are you finished? Just kill me if you want to kill me!" Old Song was still trying hard to stare, but he really couldn't stare.

Du Yong walked over carefully, tilted his head and smiled, "Then you should be lying down now, right? Can you answer my question? A man is a real man, keep your word."

Old Song opened his mouth, as if he had said something, but Du Yong didn't hear it clearly at all.

"Can you please speak louder? I haven't learned lip lip sings yet?" Du Yong shouted.

"Of course I keep my word, but if you want to ask, get closer, I don't have much strength." Old Song was weak and looked very weak.

Du Yong had to get closer and stop until two feet tall.

Old Song gave a thumbs up: "You boy, you're amazing!"

Du Yong was very modest: "You are too rewarded. I just want to save my life, so run faster."

He paused and said seriously: "In theory, I should have tried to ask you with cruel means, but we have finally been teammates, so it's better to be polite. Moreover, I'm exhausted now and don't have that much energy to torture you. Can you cooperate well?"

Old Song touched his cheeks and shoulders and said lightly: "I can do something about Lianghe, but you have to give the antidote first. I can't stand it. This poison is very powerful."

Du Yong thought to himself that I had a big antidote, and even if there was an antidote, I wouldn't give it. He slowly shook his head: "If I detoxify you, wouldn't I suffer? You wouldn't be so stupid, right?"

Old Song snorted: "You always have to give some sweetness, right?"

Du Yong discussed: "Why not do this? I'll ask a question first. After you answer truthfully, I'll give half of it first. Although it can't completely eliminate the poison, it can at least relieve it."

Old Song was silent.

Seeing this, Du Yong chuckled and said, "Then I will act as your default, and listen to the question... Who instructed me if you kill me?"

Old Song said lightly: "Didn't you say before, you want to ask questions about Lianghe?"

Du Yong did not care or was impatient. While adjusting his breathing secretly, he asked again patiently: "Did you kill me, was it Liang He instructed me?"

After saying that, he stared at Lao Song's squinting eyes carefully.

"no!"

Lao Song's answer was very straightforward, and after saying that, he reached out and said: "Anti-drug."

Du Yong couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false, and hesitated.

Old Song quickly said, "Who said just now? A man should keep his word? I answer, don't you give me an antidote? That's it, you kill me directly."

After saying that, he raised his head slightly, and the hob meat was fully displayed.

"OK!"

Du Yong put his hand into his underwear and pretended to be touching the antidote. In fact, he rubbed hard on his chest and rubbed a sweat pill. After taking it out, he pretended to smell it: "You are lucky, the antidote is not broken."

After saying that, he broke open the mud balls and threw them halfway.

Old Song took it, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it lightly for a few times, and then swallowed it: "Why is the antidote so strange? It seems to be eating mud."

Du Yong said lightly: "The poison monster, of course the antidote is weird. I spent a lot of money. The second question is, where did Lianghe go? Did you assassinate it?"

Old Song sneered: "Didn't you say it before? You've been separated. How can I have the strength to harm him? I'm deliberately separated from him, so that I can have time to come to find you. If you don't follow the mountain, I have to go down the mountain alone... Is it clear enough?"

Du Yong nodded slightly and continued to ask: "Now back to the original question, whose instructions were you under?"

Old Song curled his lips, obviously not planning to answer.

Du Yong sighed: "I'm so polite, but your attitude is completely unfair. You are forcing me."

Old Song said lightly: "I have to test the goods, right? If this antidote can really relieve my symptoms, I will definitely say. How long will this antidote be effective?"

Du Yong's eyes shone coldly, and he bent down to pick up a few stones.

Old Song felt Du Yong's murderous aura, but did not compromise.

"I have a kind!"

Du Yong condensed his true energy and threw out the stones.

At this moment, Old Song suddenly burst out and laughed wildly: "You have been trapped!"

Old Song changed his decadent appearance just now, jumped over like a toad, and his right fist hit Du Yong's chest, with awesome momentum.

However, Du Yong was not panicked at all and used fists to fists.

Old Song didn't expect Du Yong to cooperate like this, and he felt ecstatic. After waiting for so long, he finally waited for the opportunity to confront him head-on. This punch was bound to make Du Yong return all of it.

Double fisting.

Bang!

Old Song actually heard the sound of hitting the copper block, and thought there was an hallucination. Then his finger bones were painful and cracked. He wanted to retreat in shock, but he was one step late.

Du Yong turned his fist into a palm and slashed his horizontally on Lao Song's waist, and simply slashed him away.

clang!
To be continued...