Xuan Nan felt dizzy in his mind, and he was immediately in a daze and lost something.

He knew something was wrong. Ding Chunqiu was extremely poisonous on his clothes. He just punched him twice and had already made a conspiracy. He immediately took a breath, and the true energy in his body flowed, and his left fist hit Ding Chunqiu again.

Ding Chunqiu waved his right palm to block his fist, and then slapped it out with his left palm. After being poisoned, Xuan Nan turned around and couldn't dodge, so he had to push his right palm to resist. At this point, he was already a master competing for true power, and Xuan Nan was secretly shocked.

"I must never compete with him for internal strength!"

But if the internal force is not used in the fist, the opponent's internal force will immediately break up, and even though he knows that he has been trapped, he has to use his internal force to resist. However, he feels that the internal force is constantly scattering outward and can no longer be condensed.

Less than a cup of tea, Ding Chunqiu laughed, shrugged, and patted, Xuannan pounced on the ground and his whole body was exhausted.

Ding Chunqiu defeated Xuan Nan and looked around. He saw Gong Yegan and Fan Bailing shaking on the ground. He was hit by You Tanzhi's cold poison palm. Deng Baichuan, Xue Muhua and others were fighting fiercely with their disciples. Seven people under the Xingsu Sect were either dead or injured.

Ding Chunqiu laughed long, and his sleeves flew, rushed behind Deng Baichuan, and he had a palm facing him, turned around and kicked Baobian.

Deng Baichuan's right palm faced with Ding Chunqiu, and his chest felt empty. When he was about to inhale and concentrate, Ding Chunqiu patted him with another palm. Deng Baichuan had no choice but to come out and greet him again. The palms cooled slightly, and his whole body was soft and exhausted. He could see that the white mist was full of vagueness in his eyes.

A disciple of Xingsu Sect came over and stretched his arms and hit him, and Deng Baichuan fell to the ground.

In an instant, the subordinates of Murong's family, Shaolin monks led by Xuannan, Kang Guangling and other eight friends from Hangu were defeated by Ding Chunqiu.

At this time, only Xue Muhua was left without being injured. He attacked several times, and the disciples of Xingsu avoided him with a smile and did not fight back.

Ding Chunqiu said with a smile.

"Nephew Xue, your martial arts skills are much higher than your fellow brothers, which is amazing!"

When Xue Muhua saw that his fellow disciples fell to the ground one by one, only he was safe and sound. Of course, it was because Ding Chunqiu showed mercy. He sighed and said.

"Old Thief Ding, your apprentice has poisoned you and you can't live for a few days. If you want to force me to treat the disease and save the patient, you can't imagine it!"

Ding Chunqiu waved his hand.

"Nephew Xue, come here!"

Xue Muhua said.

"If you want to kill, you will kill. No matter what you say, I will never listen."

Li Kuipai shouted.

"Brother Xue Wu is very righteous. You are Su Wu. You stayed in Hu for 19 years and will not be humiliated by the Han Dynasty."

Ding Chunqiu smiled slightly, walked to Xue Muhua's three steps and stood firm. He gently placed his left palm on his shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Nephew Xue, how many years have you been practicing martial arts?"

Xue Muhua said.

“Forty-five years.”

Ding Chunqiu Dao.

"It's not easy to do this forty-five years of cold and heat. I heard that you have learned a lot of exquisite tricks from various schools and schools by using medical skills to exchange martial arts. You have really learned a lot of them, right?"

Xue Muhua said.

"I learned these moves, and the original intention was to kill you, but... but no matter what exquisite moves, it is useless to encounter your evil tricks...ah!"

He said, shook his head and sighed.

Ding Chunqiu Dao.
Chapter completed!