Chapter 179 Fierce Battle

The corners of Du Beiting's mouth slightly lifted.

Everything was almost as he expected.

"After all, this is the only thing you can rely on to beat me!"

After saying that, Du Beiting took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and clapped them lightly. His palms quickly spread a light red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin and flesh quickly became hot.

The blood in his body was flowing wildly.

"Now, it's my turn to perform!"

Without waiting for Chen Shaoying to make other preparations, Du Beiting's feet slammed on the ground, and the whole body rushed out like a predatory beast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he leaned in front of Chen Shaoying.

The Secret Records of the Eight Schools and Six Unique Skills, Huiyue Datian Hand!

Du Beiting's palms leaned back, and the muscles in his arms and waist tightened, and a strong force came out, reaching his palms, and then swung out, and went straight to the side of Chen Shaoying's head.

Chen Shaoying didn't expect the accident to come so quickly.

According to his plan, he intended to force Du Beiting to retreat and take back his Qiuyue Sword.

But unexpectedly, Du Beiting seemed to have discovered his intention.

He actually led him into a trap, and at the critical moment, he suddenly exerted force and kicked out, directly kicking the Qiuyue Sword away.

As a sword cultivator, losing a sword can be said to be at least 70% of the combat power.

Seeing that Du Beiting did not give him a chance to breathe, he immediately pounced on him the next moment after kicking the Qiuyue Sword away.

He panicked in his heart and quickly dodged the palm.

A swift gust of wind almost brushed his cheek.

But the next moment, the palm that passed through suddenly stopped, and then pressed down, trying to hit Chen Shaoying's neck.

Chen Shaoying was so scared that he quickly raised his hand, and did not dare to let Du Beiting hit him with this palm.

If this palm hit him, he would be crippled if he did not die.

The hook was wrapped with a force, trying to push Du Beiting's palm outward.

But at the moment when the two collided.

"Crack!"

A slight sound of bone breaking was heard immediately.

Chen Shaoying's arm immediately trembled heavily, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and his arm hit his head hard.

The whole person was directly slapped and flew out, rolling on the ground for several circles.

"No, how come this kid's strength suddenly increased? This is impossible?!"

Chen Shaoying, who was lying on the ground, raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of confusion, and he didn't care that blood was constantly flowing out of his head.

Du Beiting followed closely, and came to his side the moment Chen Shaoying just raised his body.

He clenched his fist and fell on Chen Shaoying's face.

In the close fight with Chen Shaoying just now, he deliberately did not use all his strength.

The purpose was to lure Chen Shaoying into a trap, so that when he picked up the Qiuyue Sword, he could take the opportunity to kick the Qiuyue Sword away.

Otherwise, if Chen Shaoying had the Qiuyue Sword in his hand, it would cause Du Beiting a lot of trouble.

His swordsmanship was superb, and it was not easy to kill him successfully.

The fist with strong wind rushed straight to his face, and Chen Shaoying quickly raised his hand and grabbed Du Beiting's fist.

But the strong force hit, and Chen Shaoying, who was sitting on the ground, was still hit by a punch and his arm bounced away, and his body fell to the ground and rolled several times.

Du Beiting continued to follow closely, and a football kick was about to sweep towards Chen Shaoying's head.

But Chen Shaoying, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned around at this time.

Then, a cold light swept past.

Du Beiting quickly retracted his foot, and a small sword the size of an arm suddenly swung across the path he was about to kick.

"Boy, you can force me to this point and use the second sword, you are quite powerful." Chen Shaoying stared at Du Beiting with a cold look, and stood up tremblingly.

A scabbard appeared under Chen Shaoying's feet.

Obviously, this sword was hidden somewhere on his body, and he took it out quickly while being knocked away by Du Beiting's punch just now.

"I underestimated you, I shouldn't hide my trump card.

Now, I will go all out until I kill you!" Chen Shaoying's hair was completely spread out, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

His left foot moved forward, his right foot moved back, and his hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, making a downward-slanting cutting style.

However, at this time, Du Beiting smiled.

"I knew that as the eldest son of the Chen family, he would not take us, the little minions that can be seen everywhere on the street, seriously.

From now on, it is indeed a clear choice to use the trump card.

But that is relative to other warriors. For me, I'm sorry, you have no chance of survival."

Looking at Du Beiting's calm face, for some reason, Chen Shaoying suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and his brows immediately frowned.

"What do you mean?"

While he asked, one of his hands had already touched the sword.

He gently scratched the blade sideways, and a scarlet blood immediately spread along the blade.

"Secret technique, blood-stained spirit sword."

Instantly, the sword body of the long sword seemed to be infected by something.

A trace of blood spread from the contact point between Chen Shaoying and the sword body, and spread to other parts of the sword body.

In just a breath of time, the whole sword body was dyed blood red, condensing an evil and awe-inspiring aura.

It was like a sword embryo that had been soaked in a pool of blood for many years, emitting a very strong bloody smell.

And at the moment when this secret technique was used, the blood in Du Beiting's body seemed to be mobilized and pulled by something, and it went out of his body out of control and rushed around in his body.

"Is this move Chen Shaoying's trump card?" Du Beiting narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the long sword that had been dyed red.

He could clearly feel that an extremely dangerous breath was emanating from the sword.

The pain of blood rushing and drilling came from the flesh and bones, but even so, Du Beiting's expression did not change at all.

Because he knew that Chen Shaoying was doomed to die!

As soon as the blood-stained spirit sword was used, it seemed to have sucked out all the blood and qi in Chen Shaoying's body, making his face extremely haggard, tired, and weak.

His breathing seemed particularly rapid.

Without saying much, he took a few steps forward, and the bloody sword in his hand was about to swing at Du Beiting.

His raised arm suddenly paused, and then his whole body froze and stood upright.

Then, he staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

His face turned pale, as if something was holding back inside.

Finally, he covered his mouth fiercely, but still couldn't stop it. A large piece of scarlet and smelly blood gushed out of his throat and sprayed out of his mouth, spilling all over the ground.

"Zizi~"

The land stained with blood was immediately corroded into many pits.

And Chen Shaoying also felt a moment of drowsiness in his consciousness, as if the strength in his body was taken away out of thin air, and he couldn't use it at all.

"This, am I poisoned?" Chen Shaoying's face was full of disbelief, and he had no idea what was going on.

How could he be poisoned without any contact with the poison?

Furthermore, if he were contaminated with poison, he would definitely notice it at the first time, and it would be impossible for the poison to enter his body without his awareness.

Unless

Chen Shaoying's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he realized something, his brows gradually twisted into a ball, and he looked at Du Beiting who was walking slowly towards him, and spit out word by word.

"Have you practiced poison skills?"

Du Beiting smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, and did not answer.

But he, the crisscrossing poisonous silk threads on his palms and wrists, told Chen Shaoying the answer.

The dark green poisonous silk threads and the black poisonous silk threads were intertwined with each other.

It was obvious that one thing.

Du Beiting not only practiced poison skills, but also more than one.

"Nine Yin Crazy Demon Poison Body", plus "Control Crane Tribulation Demon Poison Classic".

The former is a unique poison skill, and the latter martial arts grade is unknown.

However, through the difficulty of practicing and the dangerous degree of poison, Du Beiting knew that the grade of this poison skill was definitely not lower than that of "Nine Yin Crazy Demon Poison Body".

Moreover.

"Control Crane Tribulation Demon Poison Classic" has not yet been practiced to the entry level, and the poison condensed in Du Beiting's body is not weaker than that condensed by "Nine Yin Crazy Demon Poison Body".

All these are enough to prove the extraordinaryness of "Control Crane Tribulation Demon Poison Classic".

The poison mixed with the two poison skills burst into the body in an instant.

In the absence of the corresponding antidote, even if Chen Shaoying has completed nine bone changes, it is difficult to bear it.

His vision was dizzy and his consciousness was blurred, as if he was about to faint at any time.

The strength of his hands and feet was reduced by nearly half, and his heartbeat began to speed up.

Even Chen Shaoying did not expect that Du Beiting actually practiced such a sinister martial art as poison skills.

Moreover, he practiced more than one poison skill!

He quickly raised his hand, put his two fingers together, and pressed several acupuncture points on his chest several times in succession. He was about to press the acupuncture points and meridians, seal the acupuncture points and meridians, and slow down the blood circulation.

But at this moment, Du Beiting had already reached out quickly, and his big hand was like a pot, and he fiercely covered Chen Shaoying's head.

Facing such a critical moment, Chen Shaoying still had no intention of admitting defeat.

Instead, he wiped his fingers on the sword again, and the bright red blood spread from the contact point again, staining the entire sword.

The blood color reflected by the sword body also became more and more transparent.

Blood-stained Spirit Sword!

Chen Shaoying shook his wrist, and the Blood-stained Spirit Sword turned into a flash of blood light and swung directly towards Du Beiting.

Du Beiting was not a fool.

He knew that Chen Shaoying was at the end of his strength, and it was undoubtedly a stupid choice to fight him head-on.

He bent his wrist and slanted his hand, and the hand that was originally intended to hit Chen Shaoying's head was forced to deflect in direction, passing by the blood-stained spiritual sword that was swinging towards him.

"Do you think I can't hit you like this?" Chen Shaoying's eyes flashed with a violent look.

Seeing this, he shook his arm, and the blood-stained spiritual sword that was originally swinging vertically and upward immediately deflected in direction and slashed horizontally towards Du Beiting's wrist.

The change was so fast that even Du Beiting was somewhat unexpected.

His face changed slightly immediately.

At such a close range, he could only choose to resist.

If he wanted to dodge by force, he was afraid that he would not be able to dodge.

He immediately stopped attacking, his palm stopped in mid-air, and his five fingers quickly opened up to form a back-knocking hand, with the back of his hand facing the blood-stained spiritual sword that was swinging towards him.

"Clang!"

A clear metal collision sound was audible.

Sparks flew.

The blood-stained spirit sword slashed directly on the surface of the knuckles.

Even Du Beiting's skin, flesh and bones could not help but tremble violently.

The terrifying power penetrated the knuckles and reached Du Beiting's palm, making him feel numb. His palm immediately became red and swollen, and blood bruised, and it swung back.

Du Beiting's body almost fell to the ground.

Du Beiting could even see that the blood-stained spirit sword slashed out, and a large gap was directly cut on the surface of the knuckles.

"You are worthy of being the recognized number one kendo genius in Taiyuan City.

If this sword move was not blocked by the knuckles made of gold-enriching stone, my body alone would not be able to resist it at all.

Moreover, he used this sword move while being poisoned.

If he used this sword move in his heyday, I'm afraid it would be..."

A strange color flashed in Du Beiting's eyes.

His body shook, and he stood firm quickly as soon as his right foot stepped on the ground.

Without saying a word, the right foot that had just landed shot out like an arrow, blasting a gust of wind and poking directly at the right side of Chen Shaoying's head.

A shadow flashed before his eyes.

A fatal sense of crisis magnified in his heart.

Almost in an instant, Chen Shaoying guessed that this was Du Beiting's counterattack against him.

He was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that his trump card, the Blood-stained Spirit Sword, could not only not seriously injure Du Beiting, but also could not even do the most basic repulsion.

From Du Beiting's current state, it is obvious that he has not suffered any serious injuries at all!

He quickly raised his sword and blocked it vertically on the side of his head.

But because of the poison invading his body, his reaction and speed were half a point slower than Du Beiting.

As soon as his arm was raised a little, Du Beiting's whip kick had already swept over and landed heavily on Chen Shaoying's wrist.

"Crack" a crisp bone breaking sound.

Chen Shaoying's wrist was broken at a right angle, and Du Beiting kicked him hard on the left side of his head, along with his arm and wrist.

Chen Shaoying flew backwards like a broken sack, fell heavily on the ground, sank, and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Lying on the ground, his trembling arms tried to prop up his body and stand up.

Before he could prop up his upper body, he fell down again due to lack of strength. His breath seemed extremely weak, as if he was about to die at any time.

"I'll send you on your way." Du Beiting walked towards Chen Shaoying who was lying on the ground with an expressionless face.

But when he was three or four meters away from Chen Shaoying, his face suddenly changed, and his hands quickly stretched out, sweeping out one after another like catching the wind and rain.

For a moment, the afterimages of the palms in the sky were crisscrossed and intertwined, blocking the vital positions in front of him one by one.