After all, he was also a master of martial arts, but Tang Long was slapped in the face with a branch.

This is definitely a great humiliation for the Wan Jian Taoist.

Before the Wan Jian Taoist could strike out, Tang Long directly stabbed his wrist with one hand.

"Ah, how is this possible?!"

The Taoist Wan Jian screamed and cursed angrily: "Little beast, what kind of sword technique do you use? Why are you so tricky and weird?!"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

After three more thrusts, the Taoist Wan Jian subconsciously waved his head left and right a few times.

Looking at the face of Wan Jian Taoist again, it was covered with blood marks.

Too fast!

The speed of Tang Long's sword drawing was like lightning, and he did not give Wan Jian Taoist time to react.

"Haha, the sword technique of fighting dogs is specialized in fighting beasts!" Tang Long smiled contemptuously, and his whole body suddenly rotated. With a "puke" sound, the Taoist Wan Jian was poked directly on his chest.

Pick.

After taking a few steps back, the Wan Jian Taoist said angrily: "Little beast, how dare you call me a dog?! Look at me, I will kill you with one palm!"

At this time, the Taoist Wan Jian did not intend to use the sword, he planned to use his powerful palm power to kill Tang Long.

Taoist Wan Jian is still very confident about his palm power.

In the eyes of the Taoist Wan Jian, it only takes a few palms to kill Tang Long.

At this moment, Tang Long waved the branch again and stabbed the Wan Jian Taoist's throat.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, little beast, you're dead!" Seeing Tang Long rushing over "no matter how alive or dead", the Taoist Wan Jian smiled sinisterly, then waved his palm and slapped the branch.

Puchi!

A crisp sound came out, and the branches on Tang Long's right hand were knocked away directly and finally plunged into the tree.

"Tang Long, be careful!"

Su Qingli, who was fighting with Mao Qianren, said with a worried look: "The Wanjian Taoist practiced the heart-destroying palm. The palm technique is extremely strong and specialized in hitting the opponent's heart."

But!

It's already too late!

Before Su Qingli could finish speaking, the right palm of the Wan Jian Taoist had already slashed down.

The Taoist Wan Jian laughed wildly and said, "Haha, little beast, you are worthy of fighting with me?! I remember when I became famous back then, you were wearing open-crotch pants."

"Hmph, Wanjian Taoist, you are really seeking death!" Looking at the Wanjian Taoist rushing towards him, Tang Long shook his palm and snorted.

Bang!

A muffled sound came out, and the Taoist Wan Jian was directly shocked to death.

When the Taoist Wan Jian looked closely, he found that his palm was extremely red, as if it was roasted by fire, and it also emitted a pungent burning smell.

"This...is this the Tantra's flame knife?"

The Wan Jian Taoist's face changed and he shouted in horror: "How is this possible?! The flame sword is the secret of Tantra's unbroken secret, how could you do it?"

"Hmph, I will tell you when you die!" Tang Long groaned and rushed towards the Wanjian Taoist again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After three consecutive palms slashed, the Taoist Wan Jian waved his palm to block the three palms.

After three palms, the entire right hand of Taoist Wan Jian was burned by the scorching internal energy.

"Taoist Wanjian, you're here first, I'll retreat first!" Looking at the Taoist Wanjian who was injured by Tang Long, Mao Qianren could no longer care about that much and turned around and was about to escape.

Before leaving, Mao Qianren did not forget to use the witchcraft, but saw dense poisonous insects and poisonous snakes rushing towards Su Qingli and Xie Fengfei together.

At this time, Mao Qianren is no longer allowed.

The white-haired Hell is not a vegetarian, especially the poisons from their Tang Sect, which can definitely kill people invisibly.

Therefore, even the ten-step sword god Mu Yinqiao dared not confront the white-haired King of Hell head-on.

The reason is very simple. The method of poisoning the Tang Sect is really weird.

Maybe just breathing the air, you may get poisoned.

"asshole!"

The Taoist Wan Jian endured the burning pain in his right hand and cursed angrily: "Mao Qianren, please wait for me!"

Bang!

Just as the Taoist Wan Jian turned around and looked, Tang Long slapped him with another palm and directly slapped him for more than five meters away.

Looking at the chest of Wan Jian Taoist, there was a palm print directly, and the surface of the skin seemed to be burned.

"Tang Long, today you are lucky, I will spare your life!" Taoist Wan Jian said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist Wan Jian jumped lightly, turned around and jumped onto a branch more than ten meters away.

Looking at the Wan Jian Taoist who was about to escape, Tang Long also secretly hated him, "There is no way. Wan Jian Taoist is a martial arts master, and his speed is too fast."

call out!

Suddenly, a flying knife was piping out, directly shooting the branches that were trampled under the feet of the Wan Jian Taoist.

Due to the unstable center of gravity, Wan Jiandao Ren's body fell rapidly and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the Taoist Wan Jian reacted quickly enough. He pulled out a sword and stabbed into the tree. Then he put his toes on the sword a little, and with the help of the elasticity of the soft sword, his whole body rose into the air, used his light skills to escape to the depths of the jungle.

It’s a pity that the white-haired Hell King did not give him a chance to escape.

"Hmph, I almost killed me. Do you just want to leave like this?"

The white-haired Hell snorted angrily and flew out two flying knives.

Whoosh!

A harsh sound of breaking through the air came out, and the two flying knives were swirling and shooting towards the back of the Wanjian Taoist.

Feeling the chill on his back, Wan Jian Taoist flashed and dodged the first flying knife. As for the second flying knife, he swung his palm and flew out.

Unfortunately, the Taoist Wan Jian miscalculated. He never expected that the white-haired Hell would hide a silver needle on the flying knife.

And when the Wanjian Taoist swung his palm, the silver needle directly pierced his palm.

hiss.

The Taoist Wan Jian stinged and cursed angrily: "King of Yan Tang, please wait for me. As long as my injuries improve, you will definitely destroy the entire Tang family!"

"Hmph, do you think you still have a chance?" The white-haired Hell King stroked his beard and hummed with disdain.

The Taoist Wan Jian looked grim and said, "Haha, of course I have a chance. In less than a month, I will definitely be destroyed..."

But before the Wan Jian Taoist finished speaking, he felt his body soft and then he pierced his head to the ground.

"What's going on?" Tang Long couldn't help asking curiously as he looked at the Wan Jian Taoist who suddenly landed on the ground.

The white-haired Hell stroked his beard and said arrogantly: "What else can happen? Of course I was shocked by my flying knife."

"To be honest." Tang Long rolled his eyes and said.

Ahem.

The white-haired Hell coughed a few times, and the old face turned red and said, "He was poisoned. Just now, when I was shooting the flying knife, I hidden a silver needle with poison. Not to mention this smelly Taoist priest, even if Mu Yinqiao was infected with this poison, he would have to be weak for an hour."

"Hiss, so awesome?" Tang Long sucked in the air conditioner and said with disbelief.

The white-haired Hell said angrily: "That's nothing, do you really think that my Tang Sect sells rat poison?"

Ahem.

The Wan Jian Taoist who was lying on the ground like a dead dog coughed weakly and said, "Don't... don't kill me, hurry up and give me an antidote. As long as you are willing to give me an antidote, I will tell you a secret about the Gu people!"
Chapter completed!