However, although Zhu Biao escaped the blow, he still rushed towards Huagai angrily. The people of the Demonic Way are really too shameless. One blood sea monk is not enough, add Sima Zifeng, and now there is another one. He is too bullying.
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Zhu Biao's face tightened. After he flew two feet in the air and landed on the ground, he immediately gathered all his strength. The nine yin internal forces were densely distributed throughout his body, and his whole body exuded a yin and cold air. He struck with both palms, "
"Pfft..." With a sound of defeating the enemy, Zhu Biao had already avoided the pursuit of the Blood Sea Monk, and rushed to the head of the second attacker, sealing it head-on.
The man's swift figure suddenly stopped, and he slapped his palms out to meet the fierce Nine Yin internal energy. Suddenly there were loud explosions, strong winds blew wildly, and a fishy smell overflowed. Then a figure flashed in.
, and in an instant there was a loud noise, and the turbulent dust obscured the vision.
"Hmph! Isn't it okay to bully the minority with more people? I'll fight hard until I get injured, and I'll cut one more person for you -"
Sima Zifeng flew into the air again, and Zhu Biao's feet sank into the loess up to his calf. However, he immediately raised his body strength to 120%, and jumped out violently, not avoiding the blood sea monk's back.
With the palm of his hand, he bowed his body in the air, aiming at the target with his head and feet and rushing down.
He swung his palms repeatedly, but he saw that the palms containing the sinister energy were like a gray sky, covering the person with poisonous palms.
The person using the Poison Palm was much inferior to Zhu Biao in Qinggong, and could not dodge at all. He could only squat down and lunge, and move the Poison Palm to the top. His palms became black and swollen, and a fishy smell came out of the palms, which made people feel sick.
The two palms of Yin Sha's black palm energy intersected, squeezing and compressing each other, making bursts of hissing sounds, and then bursting out like thunder.
The Blood Sea monk jumped out of the battle ring with a face filled with shock. The boy actually used all his palm power to attract him. What kind of trick was that?
"Um...oh..."
With a muffled groan, the figure of the man with the poisonous palm tumbled out of the misty flying dust and landed ten feet away. He staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground unsteadily. He could see blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his left
There was a palm print on his chest, indicating that he had suffered severe injuries.
Zhu Biao struggled with his internal injuries and used the "Great Shift of the Universe" to direct all the power of the Blood Sea Monk's palms from behind to his two palms. In other words, the blow he and Poison Palm just exchanged not only contained
With all his power, and even more so the fierce blow from the Blood Sea Monk, the man with the poisonous palm would certainly not be able to withstand it.
Zhu Biao's figure also rolled several times in the air, but when he fell to the ground, all the strength in his body was released. His toes were just a little bit on the ground. He quickly avoided Sima Zifeng's blow and jumped forward again. "
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" Before the energy is gathered, when it reaches seven feet in front of the person with the poison palm, both palms suddenly come out, and a flying dragon strikes the person's chest and abdomen from the sky.
Poison Palm was really frustrated. He had thought that no matter how powerful Zhu Biao was, he would not be as powerful as Monk Blood Sea and Sima Zifeng. The two of them would naturally be able to suppress Zhu Biao if they joined forces to fight against the enemy. I was just beating the drum, wouldn't it be 100% sure?
This person like Du was so powerful in Qinggong that he could avoid his own palm in an instant, and then he aimed at himself as if he was holding a grudge. With just one blow, he was seriously injured.
For this second palm, the person with the poisonous palm can only hide, but he cannot receive it. Otherwise, this palm will definitely kill him.
"Boom...bang...bang..."
Only the dull sound of two slaps hitting the flesh was heard. Zhu Biao's left and right palms hit the opponent's right chest and left rib respectively. The power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon palms came out quickly, and the powerful force leaked into the enemy's chest like a tide.
, abdomen, internal organs.
The man originally moved sideways to avoid the palm, but as soon as he landed, he was about to see Zhu Biao chasing after him like a shadow. He was so frightened that he had to rush up with his feet in panic, and raised his palms again.
He also rushed out in panic.
But his Qinggong was really inferior to Zhu Biao's. His right chest and left ribs were suddenly shaken, and his qi energy in his Dantian spread out in pain. His eyes bulged, and he opened his mouth to scream, but his chest and ribs were already caved in, and his heart pulse was broken. He couldn't even hum.
The seven holes that were too late bled to death.
There was another thunderous earthquake in the field. Sima Zifeng finally saw Zhu Biao and struck with his palm, but was blocked by Zhu Biao's "Dragon Tail Swing", but Zhu Biao himself flew forward seven or eight feet away.
, staggered several times before he could stand upright.
Monk from the Sea of Blood arrived. When Zhu Puma had just stood firm, something like a red cloud swooped in from the sky. Under the swoop of his big sleeves, a powerful force from the inner family swept over him—swiftly and fiercely.
Extraordinary speed.
Zhu Biao hadn't recovered his inner strength yet, so he didn't dare to take a hard hit. His foot slipped, and he swayed sideways and dodged lightly.
Sima Zifeng's face was gloomy. He and the Blood Sea monk teamed up to deal with a junior. It was fine if he couldn't kill him quickly, but he was even dragged to death. He felt that he had lost all face.
Even though the boy in front of him was a freak, and his skills were only higher than his own, he still made a sharp spin in the air, spread out his purple robe, and swooped towards Zhu Biao like a giant eagle.
Zhu Biao lost the opportunity and immediately fell into danger. He had to use Qinggong to avoid it. Both the Blood Sea Monk and Sima Zifeng launched their offensives like a violent storm, but despite their powerful posture, no one could defeat him.
Get involved in your own evil.
Before the stone tower, the battle between Wanfeng Ghost King and Yinbeard Old Taoist was coming to an end. However, they were unable to move fifty, and Yinbeard Old Taoist could only parry but had no power to fight back.
The Ghost King attacks again, and the sky is full of dark wind and ghost claws, whimpering and howling. Knowing that he can't resist for long, the Silver-bearded Old Taoist clenches his teeth, ruthlessly raises all his strength, condenses it on his palms, and quickly cuts into the Ghost King's offensive.
, forcing him in front of the Ghost King.
But after hearing the sound of "Oh...", the Ghost King's left arm suddenly shook, causing him to groan in pain, and then a sore and numb feeling ran up his arm. The old man with silver beard fought for his life with a blow, trying to get as far as possible
He went to kill Wanfeng Ghost King, but saw that Wanfeng Ghost King ignored the injury on his left arm and took the opportunity to cut into the place less than two feet in front of Lao Dao. His right palm was like a dragon coming out of a hole. He used all his strength to hit Lao Dao's chest with one palm.
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When the silver-bearded Taoist hit the Ghost King's left arm, he was still overjoyed. He felt that even if he took it, he would be dead, and he could temporarily cripple the Ghost King's arm.
However, what shocked him was that the figure of the Ghost King was already approaching him, and a palm struck his chest and heart more quickly. He was too late to dodge, "touch..."
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, my eyes were black and my mouth was sweet. Before I could react, another heavy blow followed.
"Ugh...wow...wow..."
A blood arrow spurted out from his mouth. The old Taoist was feeling dizzy. He could only try his best to maintain the accuracy and spray the blood arrow into the Ghost King's face. His body shape could no longer maintain the Qinggong movement. He fell from the sky like a falling goose.
Planted.
Wanfeng Ghost King sank suddenly, dodged the incoming blood arrows, and started to kick the unconscious Yin-bearded Old Dao with both feet. If the kick hit him, the old Dao would definitely be dead or alive.
Chang Taozi, Chang Zhenzi, and Chang Mingzi tried their best to operate the two Nine Palaces and Bagua Sword Formations and the three Seven Star Sword Formations that were reassembled. They were also in danger under the siege of more than a dozen magic masters.
But when he saw that his uncle was about to die, Chang Zhuozi really couldn't control it anymore. He rushed over quickly, and with a flash of sword light, he stabbed the kicking feet of Wanfen Ghost King with his sharp sword.
"Qiang——"
The sharp sword collided with his feet, creating a symphony of iron and gold.
Chang Zhuozi only felt an unparalleled force holding the long sword in his hand and flying out, and then a foot shadow quickly kicked towards his front. He immediately lowered his head, the toes touched the bun on his head, and with a bang, Chang Zhuozi's original appearance was seen.
The neat hair is completely down.
A blood streak ran down the middle of his forehead. He avoided the kick but could not avoid the innate energy that came with it.
Chang Taozi was stunned. Wanfeng Ghost King fell to the ground, and Kabuto slapped him on the back. He let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground. He slid several feet away, leaving a trail of blood arrows spraying on the ground.
land.
"Haha, Ning and Lao Niubi, you really have a lot of energy. It's already this time and the calf is about to die, but you still haven't come out?"
Really, no one can stop Wanfeng Ghost King from entering the stone tower.
Then, Zhu Biao saw a "boom", and the entire three-story stone building with dozens of houses and suites completely collapsed in front of his eyes like a toy.
The dust in the sky was quickly swept away by the energy.
Sima Zifeng and Monk Xuehai no longer chased Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao saw the old Taoist in purple and gold robes he had seen in the morning and the Wanfeng Ghost King, facing each other from east to west.
What is extremely strange is that the seriously injured and unconscious Chang Taozi and the silver-bearded Taoist priest have been placed behind him by Taoist Ning He.
The people on both sides of the venue also went from a group fight to a confrontation. Both sides were at war with each other, and they were likely to start a group fight again.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, the ghost king has hurt so many disciples in my temple, I have to ask for advice." Taoist Ning He's palm gestures were lighthearted, but when he saw the energy on the opposite side, it was like a surging wave of anger.
Know what it means to lift a heavy weight but take it lightly.
"Haha, the good thing about you self-proclaimed fair-minded guys is that you have serious faces and don't mean what you say. If you want to take revenge, speak openly about revenge, and ask for bullshit advice--" Wanfeng Ghost King said with high spirits and pride: "Old Niubi
, if you have the guts, take this move from me."
With both sleeves swooping down, a palm was pushed out flat against the chest, and a faint gray mist followed the movement of the palm and pressed toward Taoist Ninghe. It seemed soft and weak, but in fact it had the power of melting gold and breaking stone.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!" Taoist Ninghe shouted again, turned his palms, and all his power suddenly came out. After the two soft waves of Yin wind touched, there was a loud sound like a piece of silk shattering in the space, and then the surrounding area was surrounded by wind.
A strong wind arose.
"kill--"
The group fight started again. Sima Zifeng and the Blood Sea Monk continued to join forces to fight against the enemy Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao, who did not lose the initiative this time, could have dealt with the two of them. He even thought that he had used the "Nine Swords of Dugu"
Afterwards, it is not necessarily possible to fight one against two.
But at this time, Zhu Biao no longer had the same "courage" as before. After seeing Ning He's skills, he felt that his fight was completely meaningless.
Isn't Taoist Ning He very skilled in martial arts? Then it doesn't seem like there will be any serious problem if he steps forward before Taoist Chang Taozi and the silver-bearded old Taoist get into trouble, right?
Could it be said that his internal injuries were healed within this quarter of an hour? Or, just like in the bloody plot, it was the silver-bearded old Taoist and Chang Zhuzi who fought hard to win him the most precious period of time, allowing him to survive the most critical moment. juncture?
Zhu Biao doesn’t believe it!
This battle was fought like a show. The people of the white way were acting, and the people of the devil were also acting. Only Zhu Biao himself was not acting, so now he feels like a fool... (To be continued. Please search Gone with the Wind Astronomy, novels are better and updated faster!)
