The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

"In ancient times, Thunder God drove a drum to deter the world's evils and stir up the turbidity!"

Bai Qiye walked slowly on the pile, clear and calm, and put on a simple and vicissitudes of boxing fight. In front of him, it seems that an ancient thunder god is standing hammering drums, a purple night thunder flowing, and the hammer sound is booming.

The gods beat the drum primrose! The name of the fist "God Man Beating Drum Style"

was handed out, and Bai Qiye only felt that the sky was high and the ground was small, and the majestic fist smashed on that portal, and the rumbling and explosion sound continued one after another.

Overbearing! With pure strength, he broke the prohibition of the technique, and a trace of purple thunder entered the portal, and the black inscription imprint engraved on it instantly dimmed a little.

Unlike the Insulating Claw, even this type of fist move is more effective in dealing with the condensation method of such a sinister thing, and the Insulating Claw is not afraid of the characteristics of ten thousand magic treasures, and it seems to have lost this ability after being polluted by the dark power of the yellow gourd.

With a punch, regardless of the power of the countershock, Bai Qiye forcibly endured the discomfort of his internal organs, slowly retreated, and once again gathered momentum, visualizing the seed of true intention.

He exhaled a heavy breath of turbid breath and drank: "God-man drumming style..." After

the second punch, Bai Qiye had already begun to take the shape of a fist, and the flow of qi and blood in his body was more fluent, if the sword spirit was here at this time, I am afraid that he would also marvel at this terrifying talent.

Similarly, the fist bombarded the dark gate, and the countershock force became more and more domineering, and Bai Qiye was forced to stagger back a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He sensed the situation in his body, if it wasn't for Jianmu's divine nature to protect his body, let alone punch, it would be that thick fist intent would crush this mortal fetus.

After the third punch, the teenager retreated ten zhang, and after the fourth punch broke

one side of the ribs, the boy's leg bones shattered, vomiting blood several times....

After the fifth punch, he was shocked to fly, and he was dressed in white and covered in blood....

The sixth punch....

After the seventh punch, the young man flew thousands of meters away, and was taken by Tu Shanrongrong, who was rushed to the scene, his body was shattered, exuding madness, as if he had fallen into a state of madness, and his blood pupils were hideous and terrifying.

The teenager pushed away the girl in the green dress and refused the girl's cure! The power of Jianmu's divinity is strange in replacing each injury with a local body. Bai Qiye first broke his ribs, shattered leg bones, pelvic bones, spine bones...

During this period, there must be no cure, and the elixir technique will not work, otherwise the previous achievements will be lost, and the violent death will be instantaneous.

At this time, Bai Qiye no longer knew what the sore spot was. He thought stubbornly all the time, thinking about the last instruction of the sword spirit:

"Bai Qiye, the key to retreating from the enemy lies in you."

"Can't you kill this horseback scrap?"

"Not yet!"

...............

High in the sky, the headless horseman had already collected his gun.

The middle-aged figure experienced a vicious battle and became faint, and it seemed that it would disperse at any time, but he was holding the Tushan Sword that had faded and was sealed with slurry.

With the power of the Extreme Dao Emperor Army.

Shenying coughed, and Lang laughed: "Chuanying, do you think I can still shoot a few more swords to cut you?" The

headless horseman was silent, and the big black mati rolled his eyes.

"Then there will be no fighting, and guess if this kid can deliver that eighth punch again?"

"Good!"

...............

"Eighth punch, god man, beat the drum!" Bai Qiye hissed.

The neck bone has been shattered, and the sound barely made is no different from the sound of a ghost.

Tu Shanrongrong opened his eyes wide, stared at this tenacious back, and leaned forward to hand out his fist move.

"Boom!"

The boy was like a kite with a broken line, knocked out horizontally, and the dark gate was covered with cracked lines, dim.

One more punch! The door shattered.

...............

"Chuan Ying, you lost"

The headless horseman clenched the horse hammer in his hand, tightened the reins, and lightly clamped the horse's belly.

Tu Shan's sword flashed coldly, always ready to ward off the enemy.

The knight flattened his body, and with both arms, the tip of the horse gun was broken.

The middle-aged figure took it and watched the knight go away. Wen said softly:

"Xiao Qi, go over and lie down, you and I will see you again!"

"This boy is fine."

Tu Shanjian trembled, as if he was reluctant, and refused to leave.

...............

The headless horseman held the reins and walked idly. Deliberately made a big circle and walked to the boy who was crawling.

He casually threw two jade Janes away, beat his horse away, and walked slowly to the cracked portal.

Tu Shan Jian floated behind the young man, watching him climb towards the dark gate step by step, dripping blood like rain.

The headless horseman finally turned around, and seemed to see the tenacious teenager and remembered something. Hesitate, send the reins of the rope, pinch out a magic decision into the body, and enter the horse.

Tu Shan Jian did not stop it, and at the moment when one person and one horse were about to leave, the young man was like a wild beast pounced and rushed forward.

Opening his bloody mouth with a mosquito-like voice, he wrapped his anger:

"Ninth fist, God... People ... The drum style "

fist exploded, but unfortunately only hit the black horse's buttocks, and the headless horseman fled away.

The dark gate could no longer hold on, and it collapsed in an instant, the black strands between heaven and earth lost their strength, faded and dispersed, and the demon domain that covered the sky slowly dissipated. The clouds opened and the sky appeared, the red sun was still there, the green energy was constantly washing, and the heterogeneity on the ground dissipated like a tide, as if it had never appeared.

The teenager could no longer hold on and fell.

...............

The scruffy Taoist priest of the "senior,......

on the peak

of the mountain of Aolai Country

waved his hand. The woman had to turn around and leave helplessly.

Under the bitter tree, Tu Shanrongrong held a sharp knife and cut a circle of deep spiral marks on the trunk.

Despite the bitter tree shaking violently and objecting, he took a large bathtub and placed it under the tree.

"Got it, got it! This is to save my sister, and it's not for anything else!

Don't be so petty and believe it or not?

"Su Su, it's out! My sister saw you! Tu Shanrong tolerated the exhaustion and smiled at the back of the tree.

A timid little head poked out from the grass, and after confirming that it was safe, he walked to Tu Shanrongrong's side and tugged at the green skirt.

"Sister, what's wrong with this today? Tushan is so messy?

Tu Shanrongrong rubbed the little head in his arms, and said spoiledly: "It's nothing, it's Bai Qiye who is going to die!" "

Huh? Seven Nights Grasshopper? I've only been here for a while... I haven't seen him in a while! Seven nights don't die! When Su Su dies, there will be nothing to eat!

Among the three masters, the spicy chicken head made by the big lion master can be eaten! The

girl in the pink skirt looked apprehensive and reluctant.

Tu Shanrongrong thought of finding the appearance of the human-faced lion, thinking that it was not a secret, and said ruthlessly:

"It's okay, the human-faced lion master is dead!"

Tushan Susu's little face was full of horror! Grabbed his clothes and didn't let go.

"Su Su, Su Su! Listen to your sister, let go, you are here to greet the medicinal liquid in the big basin! Call me when it's full, and my sister can hear it.

Whether Bai Qiye can live or not depends on this pot of medicinal liquid! Only

then did the girl in the pink skirt let go of her hands, and after watching her sister go away, she squatted on the edge of the large basin. There are words in his mouth:

"Tushan Susu, my sister said that brother Bai Qiye can not survive!" It's all up to this pot of medicinal liquid!

"Tushan Susu, my sister said that brother Bai Qiye, can he live!" Only...... The liquid is gone! "

.........

"Tushan Susu, sister said... Say...? Brother, can? ...... Liquid! "

.........

"Tushan Susu, sister said...

Medicinal liquid..."

"Medicinal liquid!"

The girl rubbed her head vigorously, and finally couldn't stop the aroma of the medicinal liquid, and touched her hungry lower abdomen.

I took out a reed tube from my sleeve, held it in my lips, held the edge of the basin with both hands, dug my ass and sucked it up!

The sweet liquid in the mouth, the problem that troubled Tushan Susu was finally figured out!

The reed tube in the sleeve seems to have been given to him by the six-handed blue devil master who brought back from the sea!

Small mouths turn big mouths, goo-goo! After a long time, he burped, licked the remaining medicinal liquid at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the bitter holy tree with a somewhat withered yellow crown.

I can't help but sigh!

"Ah! The six-handed master is so good! "