The red smoke is called bitter poison, also known as killing, which is the third most powerful poison in the Wanpoxes. When it is stimulated, there will be killing poison and miasma.

If it condenses but does not disperse, the wind cannot blow, it will enter this poison. No matter whether you are a hero in the martial arts world or a commoner, within ten breaths, you will have to enter your body and your soul will be scattered.

This poison is the most powerful defensive poison in the world.

How cunning is the old man Wandu? He wants to fight the battle between the Medicine King and the Ten Thousand People on the battlefield. How could he not set a precaution in advance to avoid others from disturbing the desperate battle of this thousand-year-old inheritance?

Now, the battle of inheritance is coming to an end.

He and Feng Yafu used three rounds of poison each, but he lasted until the end, but Feng Yafu was already in the wind, and his strange poison was added to him and he would die at any time.

And at this moment, someone really broke in.

It's not in vain for his arrangement.

The old man Wandu was in a mess at this time.

The black clothes were covered in mottled blood. In addition to the blood stains that were sprayed out when they used poison, there were also hundreds of cow hair needles piercing into their bodies by killing the body, causing the pain of the tarsal bones.

Within five feet, he received a life-chasing arrow. The injury was much stronger than him, and it was difficult to suppress Qiu Buping, let alone the old man who was not good at martial arts.

He was extremely weak under the double blow of poison and needle, which was a dilemma he had never experienced since he became famous.

Four out of ten percent of all force has been eliminated.

Just like what Shen Qiu said.

If he could not kill Wandu at this time, then after Feng Yafu, the only one in the world who could compete with Wandu Poison, was deposed, the righteous people in the world would no longer have the chance to kill Wandu Poison.

"Although the ice armor is good, it can't stop it!"

Wan Du held the fan in his left hand and swayed lightly.

As the black fan flowed, various poisonous smoke spread out, just like holding black satin, flying endlessly, ten feet in front of him, Shen Qiu holding a shaking light in his hand.

The knife flows, and the knife takes the death.

This demon seemed to be sarcastic and hoarse, and seemed extremely restless and angry in the rolling smoke. He was like a poisonous snake sprayed with venom, saying to Shen Qiu in front of him:

"You little boy, really think that I am a false reputation? If you can be avoided by you so easily, I would rather use this poisonous technique than to destroy it.

So what if Feng Yafu gives you the poison clearing pill? Hundred and twenty breaths, haha, it won’t take that long!”

A fierce light flashed in Wandu's eyes. Seeing Shen Qiu being fucked by thousands of poisonous smoke, his footwork was floating, and his sword style became more messy. He knew that the Heluo hero in front of him had been penetrated by strange poison and had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

He stepped forward, held the fan in his left hand, clasped his five fingers with his right hand, and punched him.

The movements are stiff and weird, just like a zombie punching, the poisoned powder in the sleeve rises, and the stench is stinking.

Evil ghost Yasha Fist!

The unique skills of all poisons are: the strength of the boxing is yin and violent, and the wind of the boxing is poisonous.

The power is repeated between the third level of Jianghu and the unique skills of Jianghu.

It mainly depends on how the boxer has a profound poison technique. If he punches it with one punch, he will carry more than a dozen poisonous substances, and no one can curl it.

The martial arts of Wandu Sect are all this urinary nature, which is closely related to the poison master's poison skills.

"Bang"

The punch hit Shen Qiu's shoulder, and the fire rose, like a red fire spreading all over his body. The violent poison of the fist burst out, lifting Shen Qiu's ice armor.

When exposed skin comes into contact with hundreds of mixed poisonous fogs around the body, there is a hissing and corrosive sound.

In just a moment, the red and gray spots were like bubbles, spreading all over Shen Qiu's shoulders and chest.

The Hero Hero was in pain and was in a sword-like shape. The Shaking Sword, which was supposed to slash at Wandu's head, was easily blocked by Wandu's glass fan in Ye Jin's hand.

"ah!"

Chen Qiu seemed to suffer. As soon as the true energy in his body changed, he clenched his right hand and hit the poison with a single punch of Liangyi God.

The latter's stiff evil ghost Yasha fist is also a sudden change in the fist style, turning from stiffness to agility.

It’s like a tea picker in the south of the Yangtze River. She takes the tea leaves in the clouds and mist, soft and slow, like a butterfly flying. When her five fingers move, the scattered poisonous powder is like falling flowers and petals of different colors.

This palm technique is really beautiful, and it also has a kind of soft artistic conception.

Extremely powerful.

The fierce fist force from Liangyi Shenfu was blocked by the Netherworld Falling Flower Hand floating three times. Finally, the fist and palm were intersected, and the strong force was corroded.

The divine punch hit, but Wan Du's body shook for a moment.

"I am indeed not good at martial arts, but this is compared with other heavenly lists!"

Wan Du sneered.

He and Chen Qiu and the others met with each other, with their weapons and fists and palms connected. The distance between them was only a few inches, and the turbid poisonous smoke was like morning mist, tangled beside them.

Every second there is a strange poison breaking through, applied to Shen Qiu, hissing, cold or hot, stinging in the linen, and the smells in the world are flowing between the mouth and nose.

It all depends on the high-speed operation of Xueji's true energy, which is barely resisted, and the antidote pills given by Feng Yafu, which is the last insurance.

But the time of 120 breaths has passed!

The thin and gloomy face of the old man Wandu was right in front of Shen Qiu.

Hissing, raking and raking.

When the poisonous smoke corrodes, the cold air of Shuoxue is also frozen in the palms and arms of the poisonous palms and arms.

But he didn't care at all. He pushed Chen Qiu back a few steps, swung his wrist, and the red medicine powder was flying, and the poison was added to his body, quickly fading away the ice.

With the night of the glass in my hand, this old man is truly invincible, and Chen Qiu...

He can't do it!

On the face full of Tibetan characteristics, Tsering Tashi, with a gloomy sneer, he threw harsh words to Chen Qiu as the black fan swayed like a black butterfly:

"Even when you are seriously injured, you can still be able to deal with a mere field list!"

"Drill you within ten breaths! I will crush you and extinguish you again!"

"Ao, Ao"

The one who answered these harsh words was three beast roars.

Chen Qiu waved the shaking light in place, and the Tianlang sword energy came out in a morphological manner, tearing the poisonous miasma, drew a strange arc in the red night, and slashed at the old man Wanpo.

The latter's face changed slightly. He dragged his numb left leg and moved left and right in a mess, slapped it with a black fan, shattering the three sword auras in the air.

Chen Qiu spewed out a mouthful of blood again, gritted his teeth and stepped forward with a knife.

Staggering movements.

"Haha, can't hold on?"

Wandu feels very calm.

The trapped beasts are just fighting.

This killing and poisonous miasma is his home court!

In this poisonous miasma, he was not afraid of any masters.

"Swish"

The distorted knife style brought the tiger's roaring sword energy and chopped towards Wandu's forehead. The latter used the obscure Wandu Demonic True Qi, which was broken three feet in front of him. The scattered sword energy made the surrounding soil splattered everywhere.

But Chen Qiu cut this knife and seemed to be at the end of his strength.

"Bang"

Heavy Shaking Light was leaning in front of him, Chen Qiu was panting, and the poisonous gas entered his body, making the scene in front of him a little blurred.

The poisonous gas gushed, and Chen Qiu's throat moved, like a nausea, vomiting a mouthful of colorful blood. He stretched out his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse tone:

"Old man, have you ever calculated it? How many times have you been in contact with me just now?"

"Um?"

The old man Wandu was a few feet away, admiring the desperate struggle of Chen Qiu's generation of heroes, being corroded little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little.

This kind of scene is his favorite, and he always immerses himself in it.

When Wan Du heard Chen Qiu's questioning, he was a little confused for a moment.

Indeed, he had several contacts with Shen Qiu after a brief encounter, but this...

So what?

Could it be that Chen Qiu is also a master of poison skills?

Have you been poisoned?

Haha, Ye Jinli is in hand, he is invincible!

"Let Chen tell you a secret, Tashi Ciren."

Chen Qiu let go of the shaking knife inserted on the ground, he shaking his body and stood up, clenched his fingers, and said to Wan Guo in front of him:

"When you were ten feet in front of me... Chen, I already won!"
To be continued...