Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 540, Happy!
He Yuan put his left hand against Master Jin Bo's forehead, shook his right hand, and spit out the force from the coral stick.

The golden bowl master could no longer hold the right hand that was holding the staff. With a bang, a hole in the tiger's mouth of his right hand exploded, and the fat monk screamed in pain.

Taking advantage of his opponent's distraction, He Yuan released the internal force of his left hand and hit the monk on the forehead.

The Venerable Golden Bowl practiced a golden top magic skill.When the inner strength is in operation, he can block the chopping with the knife and the axe with the top of his head, but he is still dizzy after being slapped by He Yuan.

He knew in his heart that it was not good, once the opponent got the first chance, it was very likely to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.He secretly cursed the damn Siming Sanren in his heart, why hasn't he done anything yet?

He forced himself to mobilize his internal strength, protect his whole body, and prepared to meet He Yuan's continued attack.However, the imagined attack did not come.After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes and saw a bright light coming towards him.

He Yuan slapped the Venerable Jinding on the forehead, but didn't make any further moves.Because someone has already covered him from behind.He didn't hear the exact movement, but he was very sensitive to changes in the surrounding airflow.

He took advantage of the rebound force from the top of the head of the golden bowl, and he turned abruptly to the left, avoiding a sword light from the attacker.

Siming Sanren had already climbed from the ravine to the top, waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing that He Yuan was being entangled, he made a surprise attack.He clasped the flying sword in his hand, threw it a few steps away from He Yuan, and then suddenly released it.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly lost He Yuan's figure in his eyes, lost his target, and this sword light rushed towards the golden bowl master.

Siming Sanren yelled in his heart that it's not good, this kid is so cunning.

Master Jinbo opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bright light. He had seen Siming Sanren practice flying swords, and he couldn't dodge it in a hurry, so he could only deflect to the left in a natural reaction.

"Pfft—" blood spattered everywhere.

Venerable Jin Bo yelled in pain, the entire right ear was sliced ​​off by the sword light, and there was a piece of skin attached, the area from his face to his shoulder was immediately dripping with blood.

He rolled on the ground with his ears folded.

He Yuan dodged the flying sword, and when he dodged, he had already seen the sword light flash by.

He didn't have time to turn around to meet the enemy, and with an instant reaction, he leaped back fiercely.

While retreating, he turned slightly sideways in the air, raised his left elbow, and slammed into Siming Sanren.

The coral stick in his right hand was attached to his left shoulder, protecting several vital points.

He Yuan's whole body was like a battering hammer, hitting his opponent, and the head of the hammer was his left elbow.

This move came very quickly, and he bumped into Siming Sanren in an instant.

Siming Sanren was about to recall Feijian, but felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, and saw He Yuan rushing towards him like crazy.

The undisciplined man shifted to the left and took a horizontal shot with his empty left hand.As soon as his left palm touched He Yuan's elbow, his arm immediately became numb and couldn't function properly.In addition, he was slow to dodge, just being rubbed for a moment, and he felt his inner strength surge from being bumped.

Siming Sanren wanted to continue recalling Feijian, but He Yuan pointed at him with his Maha finger.

In desperation, Siming Sanren cut across with his left hand, blocking He Yuan's finger.

According to the inertia of He Yuan's collision, according to the original trajectory, he might rush several feet away.The coral stick in his right hand poked on the ground, stopping the force of the vertical leap.

He turned around at a wrong step and got close to Siming Sanren again.

He used his maha finger, but before he could touch his opponent, the master of the golden bowl cut him with his palm.He Yuan tapped his middle finger and ring finger in the opposite direction.

This blow was poking at the palms of Siming and the other three.

Siming Sanren yelled in pain, and his arm went numb immediately.

At this time, He Yuan's left hand crossed over to protect his body, and with his right hand, he swung the coral stick and hit Siming Sanren's left leg.

"Karala" sound.

He Yuan's stick was so powerful that it smashed the opponent's leg.

Siming Sanren roared like crazy, lowered his head suddenly, and flew out a flying sword from the collar on the back of his neck.

The flying sword stabbed at the door in front of He Yuan, but he barely raised the coral stick to block it.Jian Guang pressed against his right cheek and turned his back.

The sword came so suddenly that He Yuan was almost blinded in one eye.He felt ruthless in his heart, swung the coral staff horizontally and stabbed Siming Sanren.

Siming Sanren saw that his opponent was relentless and he was seriously injured, so he immediately wanted to do his best.His arm was inconvenient to move, so he pushed a good one on the ground and kicked it. At the same time, his waist and abdomen exerted strength, and he rolled on the ground. While rolling towards He Yuan, he used a good push to use the ground lying leg method, facing He Yuan cut it
He Yuan used the coral tent to touch the ground, jumped up and kicked out.

When the bones collided head-on, there was a click.Siming Sanren's legs showed a strange curved shape.The strength of his rolling was stopped.

He Yuan's second kick hit Sanren's waist and eyes, and it felt like he had kicked something hard.

Siming Sanren counterattacked vigorously, bouncing up with one-armed support.He Heyuan's knees were suddenly wrapped around He Heyuan's knees with his inflexible hands.He opened his mouth wide and bit down.

As soon as He Yuan landed, he was suddenly restrained.Tried hard, but couldn't break free.

Siming Sanren bit He Yuan's knee.

Fortunately, He Yuan used his internal strength to protect his whole body. , finally did not get bitten and bleed.Even so, he was in excruciating pain.

With his empty left hand, he charged up and hit Siming Sanren on the head with a punch.

"boom--"

He Yuan's punch was as easy as breaking a watermelon.

Siming Sanren didn't bite down on the second bite.

The tragic scene was watched by many people around, and many people watched with horror.

He Yuan suddenly swung the coral staff on his back.With two bangs, the two hidden weapons were blocked.

He flicked his right leg, but failed to shake off the burden.Using a coral stick, the four undisciplined people were picked apart.

He saw that Wang Wen had already touched him quietly, and he was looking at him in surprise.

He Yuan took two steps forward, and swung the coral staff sideways.

At this time, a lot of blood was seen on his face and clothes, and he advanced and retreated like the wind, like a madman.

Wang Zhiwen was overwhelmed by his aura and did not dare to fight.After receiving the two moves, he threw out the hidden weapon again and only cared about responding to Master Jinbo.

The fat monk stopped the pain and stood up from the ground. Seeing the four Ming San people collapsed on the spot, he was horrified.

Wang Wen and the monk jumped down the stone beam one after another, cautiously guarding against He Yuan.

In the ravine, the young men are climbing up.He Yuan ignored it and kicked out several stones in succession.In the ravine, there was a chattering sound and it fell down.

There were still one or two people struggling to climb up, He Yuan caught up with them, fighting one by one, but they all fell down the ravine.

Both groups of people were overwhelmed by his aura, and no one dared to stand up again.

When the mountain wind blew, He Yuan's blood-stained clothes were blown, and his hair fluttered like a demon.

The Venerable Golden Bowl, who was covering the wound, took out the wound medicine from his clothes, and endured the severe pain to stop the bleeding.

He turned his gaze to Wang Wen.

Wang Wen said in a deep voice: "Master He, can you return the remains of the scattered people to us?"
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