Although Wu Yingmeng was puzzled, it was a fact that he was poisoned. As a strong man in the Ethereal Enlightenment Realm, his inner strength was very strong. When his body was in trouble, he naturally felt it immediately. However, he did not know that he was poisoned.
However, Wu Yingmeng was experienced. At this critical moment, he used his inner strength to protect his heart meridian so that the poison would not attack his heart. Then, he made a prompt decision. He exerted his inner strength in his palm, and the scimitar in his palm suddenly flew out, like a full moon, and slashed at Qin Lang's chest.
Even if he was poisoned, Wu Yingmeng wanted to kill Qin Lang!
"F * ck!"
When Qin Lang saw that Wu Yingmeng did not escape or immediately detoxify the poison, but desperately wanted to kill him, he suddenly thought that he had miscalculated.
Everyone was afraid of death, and the same was true for martial artists. The higher the realm, the more they cherished their life. Qin Lang thought that after Wu Yingmeng was poisoned, he would choose to suppress the poison in his body, detoxify it, or retreat. He would only choose to continue after he was sure that there would be no problem. Unexpectedly, this old thing did not play by the rules. Even at the risk of being poisoned, he wanted to kill Qin Lang.
The two of them were only five steps apart, and the scimitar carried Wu Yingmeng's inner strength. Not only was the rotation speed extremely fast, it was also extremely fast. If Qin Lang was hit, he would probably be in a situation where his intestines and stomach would be torn apart.
However, at a distance of five steps, how could Qin Lang dodge the full blow of a strong man in the Ethereal Enlightenment Realm?
Qin Lang did not have enough time to dodge. At this time, the only thing he could do was to dodge a little, so that his whole belly would not be directly cut open by Wu Yingmeng's scimitar. At the same time, Qin Lang secretly prayed that the old poison could appear in time to break Wu Yingmeng's killing move.
At this time, Qin Lang was indeed at his wit's end. Facing Wu Yingmeng, an expert of the Ethereal Enlightenment realm, it was already very good that Qin Lang could do this. However, the gap between the realms of martial arts was not something that could be easily made up for, especially in close combat. Although Qin Lang had many tricks up his sleeves, he did not have the time to use them at this time.
Buzz! ~
The sound of the scimitar breaking through the air was like a buzz, and it rotated at high speed into Qin Lang's body. At the most critical moment, Qin Lang only had time to move his body slightly, avoiding the position of his heart. However, the damn scimitar finally cut his body like a rotating flywheel, bringing a rain of blood!
The scimitar carried Wu Yingmeng's powerful inner strength. Qin Lang felt that this scimitar could easily pierce the right side of his chest, and even his bones could would not be able!
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The blade was blocked by something — a string of prayer beads from the Heaven Dragon Demon Monk. Because Qin Lang didn't know where to put it, he casually hung it around his neck. He didn't expect it to save him at a critical moment. Wu Yingmeng's scimitar chopped down on one of the prayer beads and then got stuck between two prayer beads. Like a fish trapped in a net, it could no longer move forward.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to have such good luck!"
Wu Yingmeng couldn't help but curse when she saw that her attack didn't kill Qin Lang. "However, you still have to die! That's because this old man's saber has been dipped in poison! Even a cow would die from the poison within a minute! "
"Old man, I don't think you need to worry about me, because I definitely won't die within a minute. You should worry about yourself." Qin Lang sneered. Enduring the pain, he pulled the scimitar out of his body. "Because you won't be able to cure yourself of the poison!"
Wu Yingmeng knew that he was poisoned. If not for the poison, he would have killed Qin Lang with his own hands. There was no need for him to throw the scimitar. At that moment, Wu Yingmeng was using all his inner force to suppress the poison in his body. As long as he could temporarily suppress the poison, he would immediately kill Qin Lang!
However, the Heart Nest Ant Gu released by Qin Lang wasn't that easy to suppress. Hence, Qin Lang only retreated with a sneer. Then, he leaned against a big tree and applied medicine to his wound to stop the bleeding.
Although Qin Lang didn't care about the poison on Wu Yingmeng's saber, if he continued to bleed, he would definitely die!
Qin Lang stopped the bleeding while Wu Yingmeng suppressed the poison. The two of them were now twenty steps away from each other, but neither of them made a move.
Suddenly, Wu Ying moved! He strode toward Qin Lang!
'Could this old thing have already suppressed the Heart Nest Gu Poison in his body?' Qin Lang was shocked. If the other party had already suppressed the Gu Poison, then the unlucky one would definitely be Qin Lang. Given Qin Lang's skills, it would be worse than smashing an egg against a rock if he wanted to exchange blows with a Mystic Enlightenment cultivator.
Wu Yingmeng closed in again.
Qin Lang could only endure the pain and stand up. At the same time, he prepared to let the blood mantis attack. However, he had to wait for Wu Yingmeng to get closer before he could release the blood mantis. Otherwise, it would be useless.
Fifteen steps … Ten steps …
The distance between the two of them was reduced again.
Qin Lang seemed to have sensed the aura of death. At that moment, his heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Five steps!
Pfft!
Just when the two of them were five steps away, Wu Yingmeng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from his nose and mouth!
"Good! So this old thing still couldn't suppress the Gu Poison! "Qin Lang finally felt relieved when he saw Wu Yingmeng spit out blood. As expected, after this old thing spat out blood, he didn't even care about killing Qin Lang and actually retreated.
Of course, Qin Lang knew why Wu Yingmeng retreated. It was because when the Heart Nest Gu Poison started to take effect, the pain was unbearable. This old thing must have immediately found a place to expel the poison.
"He finally left …"
Qin Lang let out a long sigh. It was really too scary to fight with a Mystic Enlightenment cultivator. If not for the Heart Nest Gu Poison, Qin Lang would probably have died with a grievance today.
The difference in strength caused by the difference in cultivation level was indeed not that easy to make up for.
However, Qin Lang knew that this old thing, Wu Yingmeng, was finished. If he was poisoned by an ordinary poison, with his inner strength cultivation and antidotes, he might still be able to be saved. However, he was poisoned by the Heart Nest Gu Poison. There were really very few people who could cure this kind of Gu Poison. Wu Yingmeng was too naive to think that he could cure the poison by finding a secluded place.
However, Qin Lang also didn't want to stay here any longer. He didn't want to stay even a moment longer.
At the foot of the mountain, there were still sporadic sounds of gunshots and explosions. Qin Lang knew that it was the battle between Monk Jian Xiang and the other members of the Ye Clan.
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