I don’t know how many strokes they took, but their figure suddenly divided.
The blood monk flew upside down and landed, then staggered back a few steps. His mouth was bloodshot, and then he spit out blood one by one.
Su Qinghou also retreated two steps. Some blood flowed from his nostrils. Su Qinghou took out a piece of white silk handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from his nostrils.
Silk handkerchief is as bright as red plum petals.
Then Su Qinghou looked at Tianzhu Blood Monk and said, "Still fighting?"
Tianzhu blood monk said, "I can also learn a few tricks from the duke."
Su Qinghou stopped talking, and the silk handkerchief in his hand suddenly came out like a piece of flying clouds to the blood monk of Tianzhu. Then Su Qinghou was light and his feet fell on the silk handkerchief.
Su Qinghou’s feet and silk handkerchief separated when he was two feet away from the blood monk.
Silk handkerchief suddenly twisted into a piece and shot Tianzhu blood monk like a short stick.
Tianzhu blood monk came out with a palm and shot down the "silk stick"
At this time, Su Qinghou’s figure also reached the other side, and Su Qinghou’s commanding palm struck.
Tianzhu blood monk raised his palm and Su Qinghou slapped it again, and then his figure suddenly rose up, and then he even slapped it with Su Qinghou, and then Tianzhu blood monk flew upside down and landed at a distance from Su Qinghou.
He suddenly read a Buddhist name "Amitabha, I lost! Duke Su is superb in martial arts! "
Everyone didn’t expect Tianzhu blood monk to suddenly give up.
Even Sue light hou didn’t think of.
Su Qinghou accepted the move and fell in shape.
Tianzhu blood monk at the moment a kind of let a person hard to look at Sue light hou.
Sue light hou suddenly frowned.
He slowly raised his palm.
Chapter one hundred and twenty-six Fight for the teacher (1)
Su Qinghou saw that the skin in his palm was faintly glowing with red light, such as the fire in the lantern reflecting the fire, and then the red light shattered like water and spread to his skin, and then the skin color in his palm recovered as usual, and the strange red light was not seen again.
However, Su Qinghou felt a hard feeling of acid and numbness gnawing at his meridians, and then this feeling continued to extend with the meridians of the hand.
Su Qinghou’s palm is numb, then his wrist and then his forearm …
Su Qinghou clenched his fist tightly and rushed to his arm to force the poison out, but it not only eroded meridians but also dissolved into flesh and blood.
It’s hard to force it out
This poison is so overbearing!
Su Qinghou’s physical strength and true qi constantly converge towards his arms to stop the toxic erosion of hysteresis.
And this terrible poison erosion is first sour and numb, and then the body becomes stiff.
Su Qinghou stared at the blood monk with anger in his eyes. He whispered, "What poison is this?"
The blood monk still has the same expression, but the birthmark on his face is even more ugly. He said, "The duke, I’m not white! If there is no real evidence, you can’t tell a lie! "
Real evidence!
Sue light hou noncommittally nodded.