Ge Yuan came suddenly, and although there was only one person, Shi Madam was shocked and shouted: Everyone, come out of this room quickly, don't stay! He raised his hands one after another, and two flying stones whizzed out Ge Yuan, and jumped up. Two flying stones flew past his feet, but saw him flipping a somersault in the air, his head, his sleeves bulged, and a large piece of black smoke spread out, rushing into the room along the sleeve wind, sweeping across the door railing, the wood color stood dark
Xiang Yang circled his palms and shouted loudly. The power of the nine thunder palms burst out, and the palm power was like wind and thunder. It suddenly pushed the black smoke back several feet, but the black smoke was rushed by the two internal forces in front and back, and it overflowed around and turned into a faint mist room with walls. The poisonous smoke was even more effective. Wen Yuan saw that something was wrong. He flashed to the window, waved his palm and opened the window, shouting: Everyone, go out quickly!
This room is on the second floor, but everyone is good at martial arts. They jump out of the window and are not embarrassed. Han Xi, Ling Yunxia and others jump out one by one, and dare not stay for a long time. When Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong go out, Wen Yuan also hugged Ziyuan and escaped, but Xiang Yang and Shi Madam came out.
But with a loud bang, the two windows were shaken out by an invisible huge force, and a black shadow floated out and gently fell on the street. Xiang Yang and Shi Madam jumped down together, but Xiang Yang's right palm faintly covered a black air, which slowly scattered from his palm. Ge Yuan said in a deep voice: Good boy, his internal strength is not weak. Xiang Yang held his right palm with force, and the black air immediately disappeared without a trace. He said: Thank you! You have accepted this gift of meeting.
The two of them had just fought several moves quickly and fought each other. Ge Yuandang's palm was hidden in poison. With an internal force, he used the power to produce the room's poison smoke, which was weird. Xiang Yang could not bear it, but faced the palm head-on, Xiang Yang's internal strength was vigorous, and Ge Yuandang's poisonous palm could not be obtained.
Seeing that he was alone, Shi Madam dared to attack him. He was very suspicious and shouted: Ge Yuandang, your imperial tomb has many talents. Should you only send you? Ge Yuandang slowly raised his hands left and right, and his fingers were spreading, and black air filled with black air, saying: Just to greet you, I am the only one, which is enough! After saying that, he flapped his arms and rolled the two black air to the left and right sides. Many people on the street coughed violently as soon as they were swept into the black air. They originally only bent over, but gradually curled up and fell to the ground.
Xiang Yang was furious, flew forward, slashed straight at him, shouting: These are all innocent people, why do you do to hurt them? Ge Yuandang avoided it and sneered: They are all my weapons, how do you understand, you guy?
While speaking, the corpse that died of poisonous smoke had already emitted a foul odor, which made people almost disgusted. Zi Yuan shivered, but felt dizzy in his mind and unstable feet. He almost fell down Wen Yuan was shocked and hurriedly held Zi Yuan and said: Zi Yuan, what's wrong? Zi Yuan said in a daze: Wen... Master Wen... I... I'm so cold... Wen Yuan was shocked, and held Zi Yuan's hand and palm, sent the Nine-turn Xuan Gong true energy over, shouting: Be careful, it seems that these corpses are already poisonous! Hua Xuan said in surprise: Sister Zi Yuan was poisoned? As soon as he spoke, he felt a little dizzy. He quickly used his skills to resist the poisonous gas Lan Lingyu, Yang Xiaojuan and others had relatively shallow internal strength, and they were even more shaking. They had all their luck to keep them safe.
Shi Madam silently used his true energy to resist the poisonous gas, and said angrily: Ge Yuandang, in the capital, do you dare to use Wanzi Gu such a vicious and vicious substance? How many people will be killed when the poison spreads? Ge Yuandang said coldly: When you are surrendered, I will take the poison of the poison, why should I worry? As soon as the words stopped, Ge Yuandang rushed to a corpse, kicked the corpse at Wenyuan with his right foot.
Before the corpse arrived, the strong stinking of corpse had already forced Wen Yuan to see Zi Yuan drowsy and sweating profusely. He was worried and even more angry that Ge Yuandang was ruthless. He gently hugged Zi Yuan with his left arm, and his true energy was spreading. His right palm suddenly turned around and turned the toes of his left foot and his body swirled several times in a flash. His sleeves were flying. The corpse was rushing forward inexplicably. He turned over out of thin air and fell to the ground with a bang. However, Wen Yuan was no longer in the local area.
Even though Ge Yuandang had a sharp eye, he could not see how Wen Yuan dodged and cracked his attack. He was surprised and suddenly felt a sensation behind him. He quickly turned around and walked away. He retreated about a foot away. However, Wen Yuan took action. His body skills were so strange that he was almost elusive. Ge Yuandang was very surprised and thought to himself: When did this kid practice such light skills? How could he go around behind me in a flash?
Wen Yuan held Zi Yuan in his hand, his body was so fast, but he was not affected at all. He held the scabbard with his right hand and sent forward. The long sword in the sheath suddenly flew backwards, and the hilt of the sword hit Ge Yuandang's chest Ge Yuandang reached out and grabbed the hilt. He was about to hold the hilt of the sword, but Wen Yuan rushed quickly, followed the passing sword light, kicked the sword blade back, and the sword suddenly hit a circle. Ge Yuandang turned to grab the sword edge, not astonished, and the aperture was quickly passed by. One palm was almost cut in half. Finally, he was in severe pain, and he was shocked. The sword edge slightly swung open, keeping his palm, but it was already bloody and covered with blood.
Ge Yuandang screamed loudly and hurriedly flew back two or three feet away, and was frightened and angry.
These magical and mysterious tricks were all from a song by Mao Minzhong in the late Song Dynasty, Zhuang Zhou Mengdian, based on Zhuangzi's Qiwu Theory, the technique is like a dream and a illusion. It is hard to distinguish between the empirical and the real ones, but Wen Yuan is like a floating butterfly. Not to mention that Ge Yuan was unexpected about his tricks, he himself did not imagine it and did it casually, and nothing unexpectedly showed that he was proficient in music and read the scriptures. The two were integrated into each other and used in martial arts, which made the essence more and more magical and unsightly.
At this time, a lot of corpse energy had dissipated, and the rest of the people had already fled in panic. Ge Yuan was injured but his expression became even more fierce and evil. His left hand became a claw and rushed to Xiao Murong Xiao Murong knew that he was powerful in poison and his internal strength was not as good as his own. He waved his slender waist and made a light move away from the side. His short sword in his hand circled around, using the colorful skirt and feathered sword to protect his whole body.
Ge Yuandang is still waiting for another attack. Shi Madam Shi's flying stone and Yang Xiaojuan's marbles hit him one after another, forcing him to avoid it. He shouted loudly: "Thief, do you want to plot against me?" Xiao Murong said: Your poisonous smoke is much more vicious. Is there any room for you to complain about the wrongdoing now? Ge Yuandang was extremely angry, and he hit a single palm, and the colorful light gradually appeared on his five fingers, with various colors and strangeness.
Madam Shi shouted: Miss Murong retreat! This is the blood-refining hand of the Dianling Sect, so don’t show off! When Xiao Murong heard the name of the Dianling Sect, his face changed slightly, and hurriedly retreated, shouting: It turns out that you were from the Dianling Sect to join the Imperial Tomb Sect. No wonder the poison skills are so sinister!
Dianling Sect is located in the deep mountains of Yunnan. It is based on learning poison. Everyone has good poison. The head Bai Chaoran has a profound poison skills. No one in the world can surpass him. Ge Yuan, a famous martial arts master. This blood refining hand is one of the most terrifying poison skills of Dianling Sect. It can produce a strange poison in human blood. Although it does not kill on the spot, it will make people extremely weak. Even if you have an ordinary cold, you will be in great pain. Life is worse than death. The masters of Dianling Sect dare not use Shi Niang easily to recognize this skill. They immediately warn Xiao Murong, because this skill is too insulting.
Ge Yuandang sneered repeatedly and said: Yes, I was originally from the Dianling Sect, but now I am the Imperial Tomb Sect guarding the tombs. If you are not afraid of death, just come and try a few moves with me to see how many days can you live?
Han Xi shouted: Ge Yuandang, don’t delay time. I will rush up and dismember you and go to Changling to rescue Uncle Ren. What tricks does your imperial tomb sect have? It’s in vain! Ge Yuandang glanced at Han Xi and said: Are you Han Xuqing’s son? Hehe, this is the first time I have seen you. It seems to be a master of personal power. Unfortunately, it’s a dry bone in the blink of an eye. The figure flashed, and the left palm was carrying a brilliant color, and he slapped Han Xi’s left squad.
Han Xi drew his sword out of the sheath, and kept the sword posture firmly. The tip of the sword pointed to Ge Yuan. Ge Yuan changed his moves very quickly. He let the sword edge pass, and then grabbed Han Xi's wrist. Han Xi quickly closed his arms and turned the sword, and the sword blade stabbed flat, and the casting force was more fierce than the previous move.
At this moment, Xiang Yang had already jumped over Ge Yuandang and shouted: Old Ge, let me understand how to use a blood-refining hand? As my body fell, the strength of the Thunder Palm had already sealed Ge Yuandangzhou. He was four feet tall and he was so excited that he could win the air. Ge Yuandang glared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: Little devil, let me die! He flipped his left palm and used the blood-refining hand to catch the Nine Thunder Palm
Just as the palms were about to strike each other, Xiang Yang's palms changed sharply, and they turned from straight to whirlpool. Both palms came out and turned dozens of circles of large and small, as if a whirlwind was storming. Ge Yuan was immediately trapped in a siege when an arm was immediately encircled and could not escape the trap. Xiang Yang hated him to kill civilians indiscriminately, and the palms of the palms were ruthless. The rotation force of the wind and thunder circumvented the stone altar was terrible, but after hearing a few sounds of broken bones, Ge Yuan's current arm was shaking one after another, and the power of the thunder palm shook straight into his body, making the buzzing sound in his head, and the colorful energy on his palms collapsed and disintegrated.
The Thunder Palm has finished showing its power, Xiang Yang has landed steadily, Ge Yuandang's arm has become tortuous and bizarre, and he collapses to the ground
Xiang Yang suddenly made a fierce move, and felt his true energy turbulent. He held his palms in his dantian, adjusted his breathing secretly, and breathed out, saying: You old thief, you are poisoning people, today I will kill you with one palm, see what you have to say? With his palms together, he wanted to kill Ge Yuan under his palm, but a middle-aged man said: How can you, the tomb guardian of the Imperial Tomb Sect, let your juniors say kill him?
The voice came from a distance from the road, and there was an indescribable majesty and domineering look at the crowd. A man in a light yellow brocade robe stepped slowly. He was about fifty years old, with a stern appearance, his eyes were hidden, his short beards, and his steps were steady, revealing a domineering aura. More than a dozen people followed him quietly, among which the man in the yellow robe, including Wei Gaoxin, looked around and said: There are only corpses lying on the ground here, Ge Yuandang, what are you like, stand me up!
Ge Yuandang, who was extremely fierce when he took action, had a look of fear on his face at this time, and struggled to get up, regardless of whether Xiang Yang wanted to kill him by falling down his palm. He took a few steps and said tremblingly: Ge Yuandang, the commander of the tomb guarding the tomb... The subordinates failed to achieve their mission and asked the head to sue the crime. The man in the yellow robe snorted and said: If I didn't come here, would you let these people go to Changling smoothly? Ge Yuandang dared not touch, and his generous black clothes couldn't stop shaking.
When Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan heard this, they stared at the man in front of them, the man in the yellow robe was the head of the Imperial Tomb Sect, and the former master, Long Yuqing, who had the most profound martial arts!
Xiang Yang circled his palms and shouted loudly. The power of the nine thunder palms burst out, and the palm power was like wind and thunder. It suddenly pushed the black smoke back several feet, but the black smoke was rushed by the two internal forces in front and back, and it overflowed around and turned into a faint mist room with walls. The poisonous smoke was even more effective. Wen Yuan saw that something was wrong. He flashed to the window, waved his palm and opened the window, shouting: Everyone, go out quickly!
This room is on the second floor, but everyone is good at martial arts. They jump out of the window and are not embarrassed. Han Xi, Ling Yunxia and others jump out one by one, and dare not stay for a long time. When Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong go out, Wen Yuan also hugged Ziyuan and escaped, but Xiang Yang and Shi Madam came out.
But with a loud bang, the two windows were shaken out by an invisible huge force, and a black shadow floated out and gently fell on the street. Xiang Yang and Shi Madam jumped down together, but Xiang Yang's right palm faintly covered a black air, which slowly scattered from his palm. Ge Yuan said in a deep voice: Good boy, his internal strength is not weak. Xiang Yang held his right palm with force, and the black air immediately disappeared without a trace. He said: Thank you! You have accepted this gift of meeting.
The two of them had just fought several moves quickly and fought each other. Ge Yuandang's palm was hidden in poison. With an internal force, he used the power to produce the room's poison smoke, which was weird. Xiang Yang could not bear it, but faced the palm head-on, Xiang Yang's internal strength was vigorous, and Ge Yuandang's poisonous palm could not be obtained.
Seeing that he was alone, Shi Madam dared to attack him. He was very suspicious and shouted: Ge Yuandang, your imperial tomb has many talents. Should you only send you? Ge Yuandang slowly raised his hands left and right, and his fingers were spreading, and black air filled with black air, saying: Just to greet you, I am the only one, which is enough! After saying that, he flapped his arms and rolled the two black air to the left and right sides. Many people on the street coughed violently as soon as they were swept into the black air. They originally only bent over, but gradually curled up and fell to the ground.
Xiang Yang was furious, flew forward, slashed straight at him, shouting: These are all innocent people, why do you do to hurt them? Ge Yuandang avoided it and sneered: They are all my weapons, how do you understand, you guy?
While speaking, the corpse that died of poisonous smoke had already emitted a foul odor, which made people almost disgusted. Zi Yuan shivered, but felt dizzy in his mind and unstable feet. He almost fell down Wen Yuan was shocked and hurriedly held Zi Yuan and said: Zi Yuan, what's wrong? Zi Yuan said in a daze: Wen... Master Wen... I... I'm so cold... Wen Yuan was shocked, and held Zi Yuan's hand and palm, sent the Nine-turn Xuan Gong true energy over, shouting: Be careful, it seems that these corpses are already poisonous! Hua Xuan said in surprise: Sister Zi Yuan was poisoned? As soon as he spoke, he felt a little dizzy. He quickly used his skills to resist the poisonous gas Lan Lingyu, Yang Xiaojuan and others had relatively shallow internal strength, and they were even more shaking. They had all their luck to keep them safe.
Shi Madam silently used his true energy to resist the poisonous gas, and said angrily: Ge Yuandang, in the capital, do you dare to use Wanzi Gu such a vicious and vicious substance? How many people will be killed when the poison spreads? Ge Yuandang said coldly: When you are surrendered, I will take the poison of the poison, why should I worry? As soon as the words stopped, Ge Yuandang rushed to a corpse, kicked the corpse at Wenyuan with his right foot.
Before the corpse arrived, the strong stinking of corpse had already forced Wen Yuan to see Zi Yuan drowsy and sweating profusely. He was worried and even more angry that Ge Yuandang was ruthless. He gently hugged Zi Yuan with his left arm, and his true energy was spreading. His right palm suddenly turned around and turned the toes of his left foot and his body swirled several times in a flash. His sleeves were flying. The corpse was rushing forward inexplicably. He turned over out of thin air and fell to the ground with a bang. However, Wen Yuan was no longer in the local area.
Even though Ge Yuandang had a sharp eye, he could not see how Wen Yuan dodged and cracked his attack. He was surprised and suddenly felt a sensation behind him. He quickly turned around and walked away. He retreated about a foot away. However, Wen Yuan took action. His body skills were so strange that he was almost elusive. Ge Yuandang was very surprised and thought to himself: When did this kid practice such light skills? How could he go around behind me in a flash?
Wen Yuan held Zi Yuan in his hand, his body was so fast, but he was not affected at all. He held the scabbard with his right hand and sent forward. The long sword in the sheath suddenly flew backwards, and the hilt of the sword hit Ge Yuandang's chest Ge Yuandang reached out and grabbed the hilt. He was about to hold the hilt of the sword, but Wen Yuan rushed quickly, followed the passing sword light, kicked the sword blade back, and the sword suddenly hit a circle. Ge Yuandang turned to grab the sword edge, not astonished, and the aperture was quickly passed by. One palm was almost cut in half. Finally, he was in severe pain, and he was shocked. The sword edge slightly swung open, keeping his palm, but it was already bloody and covered with blood.
Ge Yuandang screamed loudly and hurriedly flew back two or three feet away, and was frightened and angry.
These magical and mysterious tricks were all from a song by Mao Minzhong in the late Song Dynasty, Zhuang Zhou Mengdian, based on Zhuangzi's Qiwu Theory, the technique is like a dream and a illusion. It is hard to distinguish between the empirical and the real ones, but Wen Yuan is like a floating butterfly. Not to mention that Ge Yuan was unexpected about his tricks, he himself did not imagine it and did it casually, and nothing unexpectedly showed that he was proficient in music and read the scriptures. The two were integrated into each other and used in martial arts, which made the essence more and more magical and unsightly.
At this time, a lot of corpse energy had dissipated, and the rest of the people had already fled in panic. Ge Yuan was injured but his expression became even more fierce and evil. His left hand became a claw and rushed to Xiao Murong Xiao Murong knew that he was powerful in poison and his internal strength was not as good as his own. He waved his slender waist and made a light move away from the side. His short sword in his hand circled around, using the colorful skirt and feathered sword to protect his whole body.
Ge Yuandang is still waiting for another attack. Shi Madam Shi's flying stone and Yang Xiaojuan's marbles hit him one after another, forcing him to avoid it. He shouted loudly: "Thief, do you want to plot against me?" Xiao Murong said: Your poisonous smoke is much more vicious. Is there any room for you to complain about the wrongdoing now? Ge Yuandang was extremely angry, and he hit a single palm, and the colorful light gradually appeared on his five fingers, with various colors and strangeness.
Madam Shi shouted: Miss Murong retreat! This is the blood-refining hand of the Dianling Sect, so don’t show off! When Xiao Murong heard the name of the Dianling Sect, his face changed slightly, and hurriedly retreated, shouting: It turns out that you were from the Dianling Sect to join the Imperial Tomb Sect. No wonder the poison skills are so sinister!
Dianling Sect is located in the deep mountains of Yunnan. It is based on learning poison. Everyone has good poison. The head Bai Chaoran has a profound poison skills. No one in the world can surpass him. Ge Yuan, a famous martial arts master. This blood refining hand is one of the most terrifying poison skills of Dianling Sect. It can produce a strange poison in human blood. Although it does not kill on the spot, it will make people extremely weak. Even if you have an ordinary cold, you will be in great pain. Life is worse than death. The masters of Dianling Sect dare not use Shi Niang easily to recognize this skill. They immediately warn Xiao Murong, because this skill is too insulting.
Ge Yuandang sneered repeatedly and said: Yes, I was originally from the Dianling Sect, but now I am the Imperial Tomb Sect guarding the tombs. If you are not afraid of death, just come and try a few moves with me to see how many days can you live?
Han Xi shouted: Ge Yuandang, don’t delay time. I will rush up and dismember you and go to Changling to rescue Uncle Ren. What tricks does your imperial tomb sect have? It’s in vain! Ge Yuandang glanced at Han Xi and said: Are you Han Xuqing’s son? Hehe, this is the first time I have seen you. It seems to be a master of personal power. Unfortunately, it’s a dry bone in the blink of an eye. The figure flashed, and the left palm was carrying a brilliant color, and he slapped Han Xi’s left squad.
Han Xi drew his sword out of the sheath, and kept the sword posture firmly. The tip of the sword pointed to Ge Yuan. Ge Yuan changed his moves very quickly. He let the sword edge pass, and then grabbed Han Xi's wrist. Han Xi quickly closed his arms and turned the sword, and the sword blade stabbed flat, and the casting force was more fierce than the previous move.
At this moment, Xiang Yang had already jumped over Ge Yuandang and shouted: Old Ge, let me understand how to use a blood-refining hand? As my body fell, the strength of the Thunder Palm had already sealed Ge Yuandangzhou. He was four feet tall and he was so excited that he could win the air. Ge Yuandang glared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: Little devil, let me die! He flipped his left palm and used the blood-refining hand to catch the Nine Thunder Palm
Just as the palms were about to strike each other, Xiang Yang's palms changed sharply, and they turned from straight to whirlpool. Both palms came out and turned dozens of circles of large and small, as if a whirlwind was storming. Ge Yuan was immediately trapped in a siege when an arm was immediately encircled and could not escape the trap. Xiang Yang hated him to kill civilians indiscriminately, and the palms of the palms were ruthless. The rotation force of the wind and thunder circumvented the stone altar was terrible, but after hearing a few sounds of broken bones, Ge Yuan's current arm was shaking one after another, and the power of the thunder palm shook straight into his body, making the buzzing sound in his head, and the colorful energy on his palms collapsed and disintegrated.
The Thunder Palm has finished showing its power, Xiang Yang has landed steadily, Ge Yuandang's arm has become tortuous and bizarre, and he collapses to the ground
Xiang Yang suddenly made a fierce move, and felt his true energy turbulent. He held his palms in his dantian, adjusted his breathing secretly, and breathed out, saying: You old thief, you are poisoning people, today I will kill you with one palm, see what you have to say? With his palms together, he wanted to kill Ge Yuan under his palm, but a middle-aged man said: How can you, the tomb guardian of the Imperial Tomb Sect, let your juniors say kill him?
The voice came from a distance from the road, and there was an indescribable majesty and domineering look at the crowd. A man in a light yellow brocade robe stepped slowly. He was about fifty years old, with a stern appearance, his eyes were hidden, his short beards, and his steps were steady, revealing a domineering aura. More than a dozen people followed him quietly, among which the man in the yellow robe, including Wei Gaoxin, looked around and said: There are only corpses lying on the ground here, Ge Yuandang, what are you like, stand me up!
Ge Yuandang, who was extremely fierce when he took action, had a look of fear on his face at this time, and struggled to get up, regardless of whether Xiang Yang wanted to kill him by falling down his palm. He took a few steps and said tremblingly: Ge Yuandang, the commander of the tomb guarding the tomb... The subordinates failed to achieve their mission and asked the head to sue the crime. The man in the yellow robe snorted and said: If I didn't come here, would you let these people go to Changling smoothly? Ge Yuandang dared not touch, and his generous black clothes couldn't stop shaking.
When Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan heard this, they stared at the man in front of them, the man in the yellow robe was the head of the Imperial Tomb Sect, and the former master, Long Yuqing, who had the most profound martial arts!
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