Chapter 160 Sky Frost Fist and Cloud Dispelling Palm
Chapter 160 Tianshuang Fist and Cloud Dispelling Palm
After hearing Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping scolding each other, two men wearing Quanzhen Taoist robes slowly walked out from the other end of the valley.
Although they were dressed as Quanzhen disciples, the two of them looked a little young and green, probably in their early twenties.
When Zhao Zhijing saw the two of them facing each other, he frowned and asked.
"This is my Quanzhen forbidden area, why are you two here?"
"..." The two people looked at each other and said nothing.
Yin Zhiping on the side saw that the two of them were behaving very strangely and reminded them in a low voice.
"Be careful. Huodu, the Mongolian prince, once led someone to break into the mountain gate. These two people are a bit unfamiliar. I'm afraid they are coming from the wrong way."
Zhao Zhijing actually saw something was wrong with these two people.
Just when the atmosphere in the court was getting a bit solemn, the man opposite who looked like a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect suddenly asked.
Thinking of Zhao Xingbo's methods, Chen Xuan frowned and had some bad premonitions in his heart.
Perhaps seeing that the man using Tianshuang Fist was defeated, another plot challenger also rushed over. He raised his hand and struck with both palms. It was surprisingly a bare-handed fist and kick move!
He moved his palms, and the energy of energy followed him like a shadow, turning into heavy air waves, dancing and rising, as if a cloud of energy had gathered between his palms.
When the two people pretending to be Quanzhen disciples heard this, they looked at Chen Xuan fiercely.
He drew his sword, jumped up, drew his sword and stabbed!
Tianshuang Fist is obviously a martial art from Fengyun World, and it is vaguely similar to Zhao Xingbo's talent and ability that he has seen before.
"Is that the Cloud-Pailing Palm?! Tianshuang Fist, Cloud-Pailing Palm, Heavenly Sword Wuming... These people are indeed in the same group."
One of them clenched his fists, and saw the frost-white cold air spread over his fists. The overflowing cold air even covered the grass within a few steps with a thin layer of frost!
"Yin Zhiping? Looking for death!"
"Who are you?"
"Empty handed?"
Then, before he could react, a figure suddenly jumped up and struck him with both palms. He forced him back and then pulled Yin Zhiping away.
"Yes, kill Yin Zhiping first, and then snatch Xiao Longnu!"
Even if the man didn't reveal the name of the martial arts, Chen Xuan could vaguely guess it.
"You don't even know that I am a serious Tianshuang Fist!"
In desperation, he gritted his teeth, roared, suddenly summoned his inner strength, and swung out his palms, hitting the Tianshuang Fist of the man pretending to be a disciple of Quanzhen!
There was only a "bang" sound when Yin Zhiping struck out with his palms. The sound was like wind and thunder, but it was even half as good as the Tianshuang Fist!
"What a powerful palm!" The man couldn't help but exclaimed.
He was startled, and in his desperation, he ignored Yin Zhiping and punched hard with his backhand, directly blocking the incoming thing.
The man smiled jokingly and said proudly.
Yin Zhiping saw this and knew that Zhao Zhijing was narrow-minded, despicable and insidious. Now he was afraid that he was going to kill him with a borrowed knife and take the opportunity to kill him.
"Tian Shuang Fist... Tian Jian Wuming... could this be a coincidence?"
"Zhao Zhijing? What a joke! If you were like Qiu Chuji and those Seven Quanzhen disciples, we would still be afraid of you. How dare you two idiots dare to go against us?"
"What a joke! You two fourth-generation disciples dare to question me? I am Zhao Zhijing, the chief disciple of Wang Chuyi!"
Just when the man using the Tianshuang Fist flew up and landed on Yin Zhiping's head, he heard a "whoosh" sound and suddenly something flew in front of his eyes!
"Who is it?!"
"Brother Xu, stop talking. Let's kill that boy Yin Zhiping quickly, lest he bring trouble to Xiao Longnu in the future, and we two brothers won't be able to eat a fresh bite."
"You...are you Yang Guo?"
He had just been interrupted by that man using the Sky Frost Fist, and now he didn't dare to take the attack.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping looked at each other and said in a deep voice.
Yin Zhiping said angrily.
"This kid is Yang Guo?!"
"Junior brother, in the middle of the night, these two people are disrespectful, arrogant and rude in their words. They are most likely some little gangsters."
Yin Zhiping was surprised in his heart. The man punched his sword, and a strong frosty air burst out, instantly freezing the tip of his sword. Then the cold air on the fist surged,
There was only a crisp "click" sound, and the entire long sword collapsed!
"Death!" A low roar suddenly erupted in the distance. Yin Zhiping was attacked in turn by Tianshuang Fist and Cloud Dispelling Palm, and could only retreat steadily.
"Zhao Zhijing? Then the other one is Yin Zhiping?"
But this is obviously not the time to think about this.
"Tian Shuang Fist?!"
"You...what kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Yin Zhiping nodded slightly.
Chen Xuan's face suddenly darkened.
The two people on the other side spoke rudely, which fell into Yin Zhiping's ears and made his face look very ugly.
"Junior brother, just hold on a little longer, and I'll ask Master to come to your rescue."
Yin Zhiping had obviously never encountered this kind of martial arts. Although his Quanzhen swordsmanship was exquisite, his Tianshuang Fist was wide open and closed, and his moves were so fast and hard to block.
Unexpectedly, those two people were not afraid at all, and there were no weapons in their hands.
Before Yin Zhiping had time to react, Chen Xuan, who was hiding far away, shrank his pupils slightly and felt something was wrong in his heart.
Before the two of them could agree on what to do, the two fake Quanzhen disciples opposite them sneered.
When Chen Xuan saw this situation, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly felt that something was wrong.
As soon as Chen Xuan saw the reactions of these two people, he knew that this matter might not be avoided.
But if these people came for him from the beginning, this matter would be a different matter.
"Brother Xu, let me help you!"
"Senior Brother Zhao! What are you still doing?"
He kept saying that he was going to find someone, but after avoiding him, he didn't leave in a hurry.
"Yang Guo?!"
There was only a crisp "pop" sound when I took it, and the thing bounced away, but it was a small stone.
Yin Zhiping was aroused by the escaping wind of the fist, spit out a mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound, staggered back a few steps, and said with lingering fear.
Zhao Zhijing rolled his eyes, and instead of stepping forward, he stepped back a few steps.
He doesn't care about the life and death of Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, and even if the opponent is too strong, he can decisively abandon Xiao Longnu.
"Arrogant!" Yin Zhiping was deeply in love with Xiao Longnu. Hearing the arrogance of these two people, he was immediately furious.
Zhao Zhijing, who was standing aside, said that he was from the same family as him, but now that he was seeing him in trouble, he had no intention of helping him.
The man roared wildly, raised his hand and punched Yin Zhiping's long sword. He was obviously using his bare hands, but the punch sounded faintly like the wind!
It was only then that Yin Zhiping glanced at Chen Xuan belatedly and said in surprise.
He didn't pay attention to Yin Zhiping's surprised gaze and shouted directly to Zhao Zhijing.
"Uncle Zhao! What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for these two to kill us before we kill you?"
"Yang Guo, you don't have to provoke me. I don't take them seriously for these two little thieves."
Zhao Zhijing sneered, but still sat on the sidelines, unwilling to take action.