After the storm passed, Feng Yu swallowed the scarlet red that was about to rush up again. The battle of the others continued and they were unable to care about this place. No matter how angry he was, Feng Yu was still the only one facing Fang Xin alone.
"Boy Yan, your physical body has been trained well. You are not dead yet. I have to say that you are surprisingly strong for an eighth-grade person. In order to reduce trouble, you must die today!"
The whole person was soaring in the sky like an eagle spreading its wings. The black figure descended from the sky and slapped Feng Yu's Tianling Cap with one palm.
Feng Yu closed his eyes, Jun Tian Ao Jue and Qian Kun He Qi Jue were both operating at full strength. Because of the existence of Qian Kun He Qi Jue, Feng Yu's physical fitness was already ridiculously strong, far exceeding that of warriors of the same realm. This was what he took over.
The reason why this move didn't die after the Buddha's light shone. It was a full-strength move for a ninth-level person, and it was still Shaolin's peerless martial arts. Do you really think you can't kill an eighth-level person?
It's just Feng Yu who's abnormal. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have been so lucky!
Fang Xin looked at Yan Wuming with his eyes closed and thought he had resigned himself to his fate, so he sneered and continued to rush forward.
Just when he was about to hit, Fang Xin was blocked by two fingers! He couldn't believe that the man named Yan Wuming in front of him could really continue to fight. This was unscientific!
Just when Feng Yu opened his eyes and put his two fingers on the palm, Fang Xin felt an internal force that broke his defense and pulsed in along the meridian of his palm, sealing the luck of his left arm in one fell swoop.
towards.
Oops, I was careless!
After reacting, Fang Xin quickly turned over and kicked Feng Yu's palm, and both of them used their strength to retreat, creating a distance to avoid a sneak attack.
Fang Xin landed on the ground and hit his left shoulder with his right hand. There was a crackling sound of fried beans, and the meridians of his left arm had been opened and restored.
Feng Yu also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pressed his hands down from his chest, and let the sea of qi flow back into his dantian to control his injuries.
Fang Xin stared at Feng Yu with snake-like vicious eyes, and he accidentally fell into the attack. This finger technique was really special. What kind of sect did this person belong to? His fingering techniques, palm techniques, and leg techniques had never been seen before, even by Yan Jian.
Chen may not know these skills. Could it be that Yan Jianchen sent his descendants to train under some escapist master?
No matter what, I can't let him go today. If I am a ninth-grade man, and I can't kill a person in the eighth grade, how can I have any dignity after returning to the seventh grade!
Fang Xin began to exert force, and his energy flowed through Dantian through Tianquan to Baihui. His hands circled around like shadows, and the shape of a giant Buddha appeared vaguely behind him. His left Dantian was raised horizontally, his right hand was raised vertically, and his left hand was raised vertically, as if to
As if he was reciting Amitabha, a golden palm print that gradually became clearer appeared on the palm of his right hand. If the image of the Buddha was fleeting, this palm print was actually condensed, very conspicuous, and the color was more concentrated than the Buddha's light.
A little thicker.
This is the powerful Vajra Palm!
Feng Yu once encountered teacher Li Yuanming in a fight. This move was extremely powerful. The strong wind struck before the palm force could reach him. It was extremely fierce and had the potential to destroy everything. At that time, he had to use his strongest sword strike to achieve a draw.
At this time, Feng Yu didn't know if anyone from Qin Junjue was watching. Even if one of the Seven Killers returned alive, he might be exposed. He must not give them a chance. The only strongest move at this moment was the Thunder God's Palm.
The thunder god's palm is different from the wind god's palm. One is hard and the other is soft. The strong one has strong cohesion, is powerful, and is responsible for destruction. The most rigid one is invincible, and cannot be broken without strength, but it cannot last long. The soft one has strong control, continuous continuity, and is responsible for change.
, the most gentle person is always at ease, always goes to disadvantages, and always just right, but softness cannot be maintained.
Feng Yu waved his hands, yin and yang merged, and the internal energy from all over the world gathered in the palm of his hand. A slight blue shadow appeared, competing with the golden palm print.
Feng Yu remembered the introduction of Thunder God Palm. No matter what moves the opponent made, he could just sweep the opponent with the power of Thunder God Palm. The key of Thunder God Palm was to hit the enemy in the air with 30 to 40% of the forward force, and 60 to 70% of the back force was still in the palm of the hand.
When comparing moves, the back force changes the front force to attack the enemy's weak points; when fighting the internal force, the back force urges the front force to break through the enemy's internal force. The palm force changes unpredictably, and the faint blue streamer is like thunder and lightning, like a sword, like a net, and like the wind.
Release your palm strength and fly more than ten feet into the air.
Hitting the enemy is like being struck by lightning, and the internal force is so devastating that it destroys the inside. It is definitely the best palm technique in the world, extremely brave.
It was also the first time for Feng Yu to use it. He couldn't control the change of the palm power freely, so he simply released it all. The bright blue palm prints became thicker and thicker. Even Fang Xin felt the power of this thunder god's palm, but at this time, the arrow was already on the string.
, had to be sent.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!"
"Thunder Palm!"
The two of them raised their palms in the air and flew toward each other, engaging in a desperate duel.
The roaring sounds that broke through the air continued to come from the palms of the two people. In just an instant, two palm prints, one golden and one blue, collided in the air. The two people were already oppressed to the extreme for more than ten feet.
A brilliant light flashed, and the two people in the center heard a deafening explosion in front of them. They flew backwards and smashed many trees before falling to the ground.
There was no longer a single blade of grass facing the palm, causing the leaves nearby to fly and fall in piles. A circle about two feet long was very conspicuous on the ground, bare and with many cracks.
Fortunately, no one got too close and accidental injuries were avoided. Some of the seventh-grade warriors nearby stopped fighting, stunned by the fight between the masters.
Fang Xin couldn't believe it, his eyes were filled with shock, anger, fear, and a variety of chaotic emotions mixed together: How is it possible? He is only in the eighth-level realm. How could his inner strength be so pure and pure?
What kind of palm technique? My right hand is still numb. Isn’t Shaolin martial arts the originator of martial arts in the world? How could it be like this!
Yan Wuming, Yan Wuming, Yan Wuming!
His face and eyes were full of reluctance. He originally thought it was a one-sided crushing, but this ending was definitely not what he wanted. With anger and internal injuries, Fang Xin's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his eyeballs protruded outwards, with a scarlet mouth.
The blood spurted out, and it took him a long time to stand up. His legs became weak, and his whole expression changed from arrogant and domineering to depressed and depressed. At this moment, the fragile life could be easily crushed to death, but no one dared to step on it.
Feng Yu on the other side did not have as many expressions and thoughts as Fang Xin, because he had already fainted before landing. The veins in his right arm were prominent, the muscles were expanded, and there were many squeezed and oozing blood marks on his skin.
If he hadn't gone to the training pool to train his body from time to time since the day he entered the Tianji Tower, plus the terrifying effects of the Qiankun Heqi Jue and the Heaven-Breaking Pill, I'm afraid Feng Yu's arm would have become useless, or even broken off on the spot.
Not impossible.
The eyes of the other two middle-level ninth-level warriors who were fighting with Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan were also filled with disbelief. The original plan was for three versus two full suppression. After killing these two people, they would deal with the Sixth Young Master.
, the rest was effortless at all, but I didn’t expect that the extra Yan Wuming would be so powerful!
Who is Fang Xin? He is an abandoned disciple of Shaolin. He is below the ninth level. But if they really fight, they may not be able to fight if they are in the ninth level. After all, the martial arts is there, but what is the eighth level?
Ghost! If it weren’t for the opponent’s sword that could seal his throat at any time, I might have thought he was dreaming!
The two looked at each other, and Fang Xin was defeated. He and he were no match for Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan. They would lose sooner or later if they kept going. The most important thing right now was to preserve their strength and wait for news about the showdown between the real strong ones. However,
, basically you won’t take advantage.
The two men waved past Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan with one palm, took out signal fireworks and threw them into the sky. This was a signal to retreat. The two men picked up Fang Xin and turned around to run. In a few breaths, they were nowhere to be found.
, it seems that they have already thought of an escape route. The remaining people also threw smoke and took the opportunity to escape.
Yun Xiao and Jiang Xing knew what was going to happen today, so they didn't chase after them. They hurriedly ran in the direction of Feng Yu. The remaining people who were still alive also rushed over despite their injuries. After all, this one was called Yan Wuming.
Not only is he powerful, he is also the key to turning this game around. Although he is not Yun Xiao's opponent, he is enough to be a role model for everyone in the world.
Yun Xiao came from Yaowang Valley and knew some diagnostic techniques. He was doing a full-body exploration of Feng Yu's body. Jiang Xingwan squatted beside him to help support Feng Yu who had fainted. However, he and Jiang Xing
At night, no one took off the half-face mask, and the remaining people behind them did not dare to move.
You know your name and strength, but do you still care about your appearance?
Seeing Yun Xiao retract his hand, Jiang Xingwan looked anxious and asked quickly: "How is it?"
"The internal injuries are severe, but the internal organs are damaged and not broken. The meridians require treatment. The main problem is his right arm. The injury is too serious. If he cannot recover well, he may no longer be able to use his internal strength."
Jiang Xingwan didn't say anything else. He just took a pill left by Elder Wu Bai and gave it to Feng Yu to take. Although it was not a life-saving elixir, Elder Wu Bai's healing medicine from Tianji Tower was also a famous medicine in the world and was very effective.
"As long as you are alive, I was careless and failed to help him immediately."
Yun Xiao comforted her: "This can't be blamed on anyone. The purpose of the two of them was obviously to hold us back. They had no intention of fighting, just to wait for the third person to lead others to kill all the young disciples of the sect. However, they didn't expect that they would meet halfway.
Kill a Yan Wuming. Don't worry, when Elder Wu Bai and my father come back, they will definitely find a solution."
Others were also cleaning up the scene, waiting for the elders to return and take charge. The scene was left to the Sixth Young Master, while Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan sent Feng Yu back to the inn.