Regardless of Tuoba Chunsun's family background or his outstanding talent, he always had the conceit of wanting the world to revolve around him. He was used to seeing people bow down to him, but when he saw this scholar of the Southern Dynasty silently tying his hair, he still couldn't suppress his fear and a burst of unprecedented jealousy. Although Tuoba Chunsun had an extreme personality that was tyrannical and bloodthirsty, his brain wasn't bad. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Qu Cha 'er hunt in the periphery even though he had the upper hand. He was afraid that this fish would slip through the net and escape. At this moment, as he gritted his teeth, he took two steps back and gently put his sword and saber back into the sheath. He said coldly, "Duanbo Erhui, you must make this kid draw his saber."
The demon in brocade robe knew that once Duanbo Erhui, who was good at close combat, went all out, there would be nothing for him to do. He walked to a colorful python pet and squatted down. He took out a porcelain bottle that contained several kinds of rare venomous insects and poured them all into the mouth of the giant python that was severely injured by Duanbo Erhui. He then turned to look at the youth with the saber. It had been a long time since he had seen someone with such hatred. Moreover, this fellow was so young. He was like an old man in his sixties lying on the bed who envied those vigorous and vigorous young men. He couldn't bear to see the young geniuses who were far ahead in the martial dao. This time, under his intentional or unintentional guidance, he had harmed a few young experts who should have had boundless prospects. Other than dying under Tuoba Chunsun's hands, some became food in the colorful pythons' stomachs. There were also some whose limbs were torn apart by Duanbo Erhui's brute strength. None of them were spared. Today, this unfortunate youth who had become a hunting target would have an even more miserable ending.
Since Duanbo Erhui was known as the Dragon Spine and Bear Arms, his limbs, knees, and shoulders were all lethal weapons. Now that he had received the young master's order, he no longer concealed himself. This burly man originally had a leopard's head and round eyes. After he revealed his ferocious appearance, experts would know that his killing intent had been aroused. His hair was the tip of his blood, and his fingers were the tip of his tendons, which could cut iron like mud. Duanbo Erhui's blood circulation and qi circulation had reached their peak. The domineering aura of a Vajra Realm martial artist was on full display. Qi flowed from his tendons to his limbs. Every time he took a step, the grass would sink. His punches had no pattern. Hsu Fengnian's Fata Morgana, which he had constructed using the Yellow Court, was like a bronze mirror that had been smashed by an iron hammer. Although it rose layer by layer like tidewater, it was still shattered layer by layer. His arms were already injured by Tuoba Chunsun's saber and sword. As he blocked the attack, his long robe was dyed red with blood.
Duan Bo Er turned around with a sinister smile and shouted angrily. His fist moved in a straight line, rudely breaking up the young saberman's skillful hand, and then he took a big step forward and rammed his shoulder into the saberman. Hsu Fengnian pressed both of his hands on his shoulders. Four taels to one thousand jin, but he also diverted the force and did not lose the momentum. One person charged forward, the other slid backward. Dust rose from all directions. With every step Duan Bo Er took, the ground trembled. Looking at the cold face in front of him, he used his shoulder to push his elbow, and his elbow to push his hand. The strength of the dragon and tiger penetrated his muscles and bones like iron hooks. He punched his chest, and his internal energy poured out. With a bang, the young man was blown away by the punch. His body did not fall back in a straight line, but after his feet left the ground, he slid in a full half arc in the air before landing on the ground. His feet were like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, indescribably elegant.
However, Duan Bo Er was proficient in martial arts and killing. How could he give the young man a chance to catch his breath and climb up the tower? Taking advantage of the slight stagnation caused by the force of the arc, he calculated the right place to land and rushed forward like a wild horse galloping through a ditch. When he got close, his feet sank into the mud. His majestic body twisted like a fully drawn bow, and then he swept out a whip kick. A series of vicious movements were completed in an instant. Since the young saberman could not reach the peak of Mount Kunlun, he might as well sink his Qi into his dantian and reach the Yellow Springs. He did not escape or evade. His feet planted firmly on the ground, and he used an incomplete Kunlun Shaking Style to forcefully resist this kick. This time, when they made contact, the Qi of both sides were like firecrackers, and their momentum was as strong as thunder. Duan Bo Er turned back his whip kick, and his body spun in midair. The second whip kick was aimed at the young man's head.
Tuoba Chunsun, who had been sitting on top of the mountain and watching the tigers fight, clicked his tongue and laughed sarcastically. "It really hurts. It hurts just by looking at it."
The young man who was about to be whipped to death was expressionless. His body leaned backward and fell to the ground. He slapped his palm, and his body spun rapidly like a spinning top. Duan Bo Er, whose whip kick missed, could retract freely. He retracted his whip kick, and took a step forward like a plow. Then he kicked the young man's waist. After the kick hit, he did not pursue the young man. Tuoba Chunsun and the old man in brocade frowned but did not say anything. Duan Bo Er, who had stopped moving, had blood flowing out of his leg. It seemed like his calf had been pierced by something. He reached out to touch his neck, and it was also dripping with blood. If he had not been startled and sensed that something was wrong, with Duan Bo Er's strength, that kick would have been enough to break the young man's waist and spine.
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