The old monk looked at the young man who was seriously injured by himself in order to protect himself. He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him suddenly retracted his internal strength at the moment when the mountain king shot him to death and called back the spirit beast that he could only kill him.
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The palm power that I have developed for decades has hit this young man firmly. Even if the other party does not die, he will be seriously injured. His life was exchanged for the two people in front of him at the risk of losing their lives, otherwise
I was already killed by the ferocious little hill king!
He stared at Wan Lin who was seriously injured by his palm, and a layer of tears suddenly burst out from his eyes: How could a martial arts practitioner with such martial arts ethics be the accomplices of those big-nose bastards?
As soon as the old monk realized his mistake, he heard a whistling sound from the side. He quickly slapped Feng Dao and stopped the three disciples who were about to rush forward.
He followed his body and rushed towards Feng Dao. He knew in his heart that the young man holding a whip in front of him was already anxious when he saw his companion seriously injured. His shouting could not stop the angry young man at all. He must stop the angry as soon as possible.
Young man, avoid misunderstandings and continue to deepen.
At this time, Feng Dao only felt a flash in front of him, and a strong aura suddenly appeared in front of him. The whip shadow swung out from his hand suddenly swung to the side. A black shadow followed him and he held the whip.
The right arm of his right hand was like being clamped by a pair of steel pliers.
Feng Dao was shocked! The flying knife that was about to be thrown out with his left hand suddenly cut to the side, and a cold light pierced at the other party's arm like lightning. At this time, a look of shock suddenly flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he let go and hold it.
Feng Dao's right hand stepped forward diagonally with Xiang Feng Dao's back, and raised his left palm to grab Xiang Feng Dao's shoulder.
But at this moment, the wind sword, which had red eyes, suddenly took half a step forward. The knife light in his left hand drew an arc in the fire, and headed straight for the old monk's left hand palm!
The old monk quickly retracted his raised arm, and then poked forward with his right hand to grab Xiang Feng Dao's wrist. At this time, he was no longer hostile. He did not force out internal force in his move, but he moved very quickly.
Feng Dao raised his left hand to force the old monk to retreat. His right hand holding the whip was raised, and a slender whip shadow flew towards the old monk in the waist.
The old monk showed a look of astonishment on his face, and he kicked his feet on the ground and shot backwards and retreated from the whip shadow. He looked at the wind knife rushing towards him in a daze.
He had already felt that although the young man in front of him was not as good as the young man just now, after seeing that his companion was seriously injured, he could use such a sharp sword and whip technique when he was injured internally, and his body was also in a state of being injured.
The murderous aura that poured out made people frightened, which made him extremely shocked.
The old monk withdrew from the whip shadow of the wind knife, turned his head and looked at the three disciples who picked up the weapons on the ground again. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Down here!"
He then shook his scent in front of him, and a dizzy feeling suddenly surged in his mind. He was shocked and raised his internal force and reached out to grab the whip that was waving again.
He suddenly realized that there was a strange fragrance in the shadow of the other party's whip, and this fragrance was extremely anesthetic. He had accidentally inhaled this extremely anesthetic fragrance while he spoke.
The apprentice who had just rushed up suddenly shaking in the scent that came, and his expression seemed extremely confused.
At this time, Wan Lin had already turned over and sat up. He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the little flower with blue eyes with one hand and covering his dantian with the other hand. He used the two spiritual medicines that the little flower stuffed into his mouth.
The scattered true energy in the body quickly gathered.
He quickly circulated the gathered true qi in the meridians in his body for a week. He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Dao weakly and shouted: "Old Feng, come back!"
Feng Dao heard Wan Lin's shouting, and his eyes roared bloody: "Leopard Head, I'll kill these bastards who are unaware of right and wrong!" As he roared, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and he then raised an internal force.
The whip in his hand roared towards the old monk in front of him.
Just as the old monk dodged to the side, he kicked the ground with both feet, jumped down the wall like an arrow, and his left hand raised to the side, and the flying knife in his hand was at the same time towards the old monk's chest.
Flying away.
Feng Dao saw Wan Lin seriously injured by the old monk, and murderous intent suddenly surged in his heart! With the powerful medicine generated by the Xiangmo Pill, he raised his internal force and threw the flying knife in his hand at the old monk, and then went straight to the front.
He rushed under the wall of his assault rifle.
He forced the old monk in front of him to retreat, and then rushed under the wall like lightning. He picked up the assault rifle, raised his right hand and pulled the bolt with a "slam". He turned around and raised the muzzle to the back.
Quickly pull the trigger.
Just as the wind knife threw out the flying knife, the old monk saw a cold light suddenly flying towards him. He raised his hand and waved a strong wave of air, and the whistling flying knife suddenly paused in the air.
The old monk's left hand suddenly poked out and grabbed the flying knife. He followed the wind knife and shouted loudly: "Little donor, this is a misunderstanding, please stop immediately!" He kicked the ground with his feet, like a gust of wind
Rush towards the wind knife.
At this time, he already understood that the young man in front of him had already been red in the misunderstanding and was desperately pounced on the gun standing beside the wall.
Once the other party picks up the gun, no matter how high the skills he has, he will not be able to deal with the whistling rain of bullets. Even the three apprentices in the yard will definitely be shot into a sieve by this angry young man!
Just as the old monk rushed towards the wind knife anxiously, a gust of wind suddenly sounded behind him. The old monk turned around in shock and waved a palm wind backwards.
In the firelight, a figure suddenly rushed from behind him. The figure followed the sharp palm wind he swung out, flashing through the palm wind he had hit, and appeared behind him like a ghost.
Before the old monk could react, a powerful force followed from his collar. The old monk staggered to the back. He then staggered to see that the figure that suddenly rushed towards him was the one who had already been
The little donor who was seriously injured
But he really didn't expect that the other party's skills would recover so quickly that he could gather his internal strength again in such a short time and pounce behind him like a flying one.
If the other party is hostile, he may have fallen to the other party's palm under the lightning-fast movement. The other party must have stopped him and prevented the companion who picked up the gun from shooting him!