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Seeing Tang Dingtian who couldn't even break his own body protection Qi, the Poison Hand Medicine King raised a smile and said lightly: "Brother Tang, it's useless. I practiced the Ten Thousand Beasts Skill, which is defense first. If you were not injured, you might be able to break my defense, but now you have been hit by the blood-transforming magic palm of the Bat Master. You haven't recovered yet, and you can't exert 50% of your power. How can you be my opponent, hahaha."

At the end, he laughed wildly.

"Really!"

Tang Dingtian glanced at him indifferently, and suddenly stopped attacking.

Swish.

His body moved.

Instantly.

He retreated more than ten steps in a row.

"Huh?"

In the puzzled eyes of the Poison Hand Medicine King.

Tang Dingtian took a deep breath, raised his hand, twisted a sword formula, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said loudly: "Bai Li Feijian."

Swish.

A long sword appeared out of thin air.

He slashed down at the Poison Hand Medicine King.

Boom! This flying sword condensed a green sword light of more than a hundred meters, like a giant mountain, roaring down.

The sword came out of the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color.

Boom! The ground collapsed instantly, and the terrifying sword energy fell heavily on the body of the Poison Hand Medicine King.

In an instant.

The muscles and bones of the Poison Hand Medicine King's body tightened at the same time.

Then, he exerted force.

A terrifying force was released.

"Divine power and Dharma."

The Poison Hand Medicine King roared, and a black demon god slowly appeared from behind him.

This demon god was a hundred feet tall, holding a spear in his hand. The spear swept and collided with the green sword light. Suddenly, the whole space trembled.

Boom!

Where the two fought, there was a huge explosion, like the roar of Thunder God.

Hundreds of warriors who were fighting fiercely were suddenly blown up by the aftermath of the fight between the two and flew far away.

"What's going on."

"I don't know."

"The fight over there is so fierce."

"Yes, yes."

"..."

A group of warriors got up in a panic, and stopped fighting with lingering fear, looking at the battlefield between the Poison Hand Medicine King and Tang Dingtian.

Is this the scene of the battle between the two great masters of the third rank?

It's too terrifying.

After the smoke and dust cleared.

Everyone saw that in a huge pit, the Poison Hand Medicine King stood with his hands behind his back, standing firm.

His back was as straight as a spear.

But Tang Dingtian had already knelt down.

His clothes were tattered, his silver hair was covered with dust, his body was covered with blood, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

His image was extremely miserable.

It seemed that he was only holding on with one breath, and the next moment, he would die.

"Dad."

Tang Qianqian screamed and was about to run over.

Tang Dingtian roared: "Don't come over."

"Woo woo woo."

Tang Qianqian stopped moving, looking at Tang Dingtian with her beautiful big eyes, tears in her eyes.

She looked pitiful, as if she wanted to run over but couldn't.

The Poison Hand Medicine King was in such a good state at the moment that there was not even a trace of ash on his body, which formed a sharp contrast with Tang Dingtian. He sighed and looked at Tang Dingtian, "Brother Tang, you lost."

"Puff."

Tang Dingtian spat out another mouthful of blood. He raised his head and looked at the Poison Hand Medicine King fiercely, saying with difficulty: "Ahem, you...you and I are both...both...a great master of the third rank, and when I...fight with you, I was...seriously injured, but you were in peak condition. In such an unfair...situation, you won...me, don't you think it's...unfair?"

Hearing this,

The Poison Hand Medicine King laughed: "Winners are kings and losers are bandits, brother Tang, why do you have to say that? You have known me for a long time, you should know that I am not one of those scholars who stick to the old ways and talk about principles and reason... In my world, fists are the hard truth. If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win. The method is not important, the process is not important, the result is important."

"Hahaha."

Tang Dingtian suddenly laughed.

Because he laughed too hard, he coughed up blood.

However, Tang Dingtian didn't care at all, as if what he vomited was not blood, but just water.

There was no intention to stop.

Seeing this scene.

The Poison Hand Medicine King was surprised and said: "Brother Tang, now you and the Tang Sect are at the end of the road, why are you still laughing?"

"I think we can still struggle a little bit!!!"

Tang Dingtian looked into his eyes and said lightly.

"Hahaha." The Poison Hand Medicine King laughed dumbly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Brother Tang, stop joking, you should get going."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand andA hot force gushed out from his palm, suddenly condensed into a black sphere with terrifying power.

Tang Dingtian frowned. He could clearly feel the powerful energy contained in this black sphere. If he was attacked by it, he would die.

At this moment.

The black sphere disappeared with a bang.

"What happened?" The Poison Hand Medicine King showed astonishment on his face.

"I wonder if you have heard of the fragrance that spreads ten miles."

Seeing this scene, Tang Dingtian didn't seem to be surprised at all and laughed.

"Shili Piaoxiang is a strange poison, colorless and tasteless. Only one or two ounces are needed to reduce the strength of practitioners within ten miles by 50%."

The Poison Hand Medicine King nodded, looked at Tang Dingtian with a smile, and seemed to think of something, and said in surprise: "Could it be that, Brother Tang, you just poisoned me, and this poison is Shili Piaoxiang."

"Yes." Tang Dingtian said with a smile.

The Poison Hand Medicine King fell silent.

After a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Dingtian, frowning: "But, as far as I know, since the death of Guan Sheng, a generation of poisonous hands, five hundred years ago, this strange poison has been lost. Brother Tang, why do you have it?"

Yes, Shili Piaoxiang is lost.

But the Tang Sect has stock.

Tang Dingtian glanced at the Poison Hand Medicine King, but did not answer his question. Instead, he said, "If you retreat now, I will tell you another day."

The Poison Hand Medicine King smiled coldly, with an expression on his face that said, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? I am so easy to fool."

"Haha, now there are only a bunch of old, weak and disabled people left in your Tang Sect. Even if I can only exert 50% of my strength, killing you is as easy as killing a chicken. How can I leave? I like to study poisons, but if you think I will give up the immediate interests for your illusory promise, you are underestimating me too much."

The Poison Hand Medicine King said confidently.

"Really? Then you can try." Tang Dingtian raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

"Let's try."

The two fought again.