This man came quietly, Xiang Yang couldn't help but be wary, thinking: This is also a master. When he looked back, he was another old monk, with his beard as gray as an old broom, and he seemed to be a little older than Yingxian. He only had a worldly and worldly vicissitudes, but there was a sharp atmosphere in his pupils.
The old monk coughed and said: My temple has set up this inner hall mechanism. For decades, all those who have mistakenly made a mistake are waiting to die. Today, they are only injured in one palm of the donor. They admire Ah Pei. I admire you! Xiang Yang sneered and said: Even if this palm is injured, it can still be used. His left palm is slightly bent, and he secretly uses the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, ready to be released.
The old monk looked up at the sky and laughed and said: Although you have surpassed my senior brother Yingxian, I don’t know how much strength you have left? Today, I cannot allow you to walk out of the Burying Temple! The monk’s robe and sleeves tremble slightly, and his right hand trembled, and his sword shape was shaped like a pear yellow, but it was a three-foot wooden sword, engraved with the word Yingneng. It was exactly the old monk’s Dharma name, although it was a wooden sword, Xiang Yang did not dare to ignore it. He thought to himself: If this old monk is equal to that Yingxian, even if the wooden sword can kill people, I wonder how many masters there are in this temple? Is it better to fight quickly!
In the intermittent thought, Xiang Yang had already condensed his power. The thunder is not destructive. The old monk should be able to raise the wooden sword at the same time. The sword body buzzed and buzzed, and the virtual paintings were drawn into circles, and it was repeated, and it suddenly transformed into countless yellow circles, spreading layers of strange light.
Xiang Yang was slightly stunned, unable to see through the essence of this sword technique for a while, and thought to himself: Let's try him
The right palm was pushed out, and the powerful energy of the thunder car running rail hit the sword in the center, but he saw that the wooden sword could turn around for a few turns. The series of light yellow halos melted into a piece like a bubble, and like a deep pool of ripples. The power of the thunder palm never returned, and I don’t know where it was hit.
The situation was extremely strange. Xiang Yang didn't feel that the power was removed, nor did he receive any resistance. However, the palm power he emitted was unknown. He was shocked. He continued to slash out his left palm, and he should still be empty. He was slashing the sword. The sword shadow of the samdi sword faced this palm. Xiang Yang's palm power disappeared without realizing it.
This time, Xiang Yang focused on his mind and immediately noticed something strange: This sword technique is so weird! I will slap these two palms and resolve them invisibly... No, the power on his sword has never intersected with my palm power, but it seems like my palm power... It disappeared too fast!
Xiang Yang was surprised after thinking for a long time, but he still deeply accumulated the power of this third palm without moving.
Ying Neng seemed to be suspicious, holding the sword and laughed: You don’t have to hurt your god. I’m not going to be so good at this journey. Even if you are the best of your Heavenly Thunder Wuwang, you can’t figure it out. Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and said: It may not be possible!
Just as the four words were finished, Xiang Yang had already changed his posture, his body swirled, and in an instant, the palm shadows flew over and over, and countless thunder and palm winds stormed out, attacking with the rapid palm force of wind and thunder circling the stone altar. This move was extremely heavy, and each palm was attached with unfathomable Kuilong power, and the palm power came layer by layer, one by one. If it was solid, even the indestructible body of the Vajra would have to be ground into a piece of powder.
But he saw that Ying could clean up his body and circle the wooden sword slowly. Wherever the sword tip was surrounded, the invincible thunder palm power was completely wiped out of thin air. Suddenly, he protected his whole body with this wooden sword and surrounded the wind and thunder.
All the palm powers were completely eliminated, and the spirits were calm
After exerting a string of palm force, Xiang Yang jumped away several feet, breathed heavily, and said in a deep voice: OK, he is so clever!
Ying Neng said laughing: Do you know it's futile? Xiang Yang said: I have never seen the trick of your sword technique before. As expected, my palm power disappeared within the scope of your sword technique. I was very fast... But I didn't know that you can eliminate the invisible palm power, but what about the physical palm power? Ying Neng said with a smile, just holding the sword to fight.
Xiang Yang shouted suddenly, rushed forward with a quick step, and rushed out with his left palm and five fingers. If he tried to capture it, he would sneer slightly. He thought to himself: The closer you are, the closer you are to death. His wrists are turned lightly. Shaoguang Sword Technique. Although he only waved the wooden sword with his hand, there were countless changes in movement and stillness. The subtle force that brushed on the sword easily destroyed the force of Xiang Yang's left hand.
The power of this move should have existed in the world for a longer time, but at this time, the time through which this power exists was moved away by the exquisite sword wind. The seemingly gentle sword technique is actually cruel and ruthless, and it is as if the white clouds and the blue dogs are changing. Even the supreme power of the sky thunder and Wuwang has to be transformed into nothing in the passing time.
When facing the enemy, quietly control the lifespan of all the swords that can reach, either making new power old in an instant or making old power continuous. This is the exquisiteness of the Sword Technique of the Time: Where the power passes, it will be like flowing water and will never return.
Under the overall situation of this sword technique, Xiang Yang's left arm's strength suddenly became an extremely flaw. It immediately became a huge flaw. It should be able to condense the strength of the sword. The wooden sword blade rushed down quickly, and I was very happy: Remove one of your arms first! Unexpectedly, the sword and the arm were suddenly shaken back by a stormy power, and rushed to the chest and retreated several steps in an instant.
But when Xiang Yang's right fist pressed against the left shoulder and shoulder hole, his left palm was bursting with five fingers, but his right fist hit the left shoulder with the tremor of the Dong Lei and shaking it, and he used this force to re-enter the left arm. At the same time, the left palm was empty and spring thunder Baihui was slammed, and he was fighting the sword in the left arm, and at the same time he was responsible for the danger of the two thunder palm skills, and he also wanted to seize the flaws of the Shaoguang Sword Technique
This move should never be expected. Although he was shocked by the remaining power of the Spring Thunder Baihuidi, it also made his blood turbulent and he couldn't recover for a while.
Xiang Yangbing was on the verge of danger, and was happy, and immediately shouted: I have broken your sword technique, please see what you want!
The left arm is used to relieve meridians, and the right palm has taken advantage of the victory to make a move. With one move, it is an overwhelming attack. The right palm alone hits the chain of palm power that thunderstorms mountains and rivers, and it still has amazing power.
Ying can quickly turn the wooden sword around, concentrate and lift the energy, and then display the Shaoguang sword technique, and eliminate Xiang Yang's palm power, but it is not as calm as before. With a slightly embarrassed move, Xiang Yang has adjusted his left arm's bloodline. Now his arms are swaying, and shouts loudly: Another move! Pull back the palm into a virtual embrace, and the boundless power of Tianlei Wuwang should be able to see that he wants to use a heavy move, but he does not care about the chaotic qi and veins. He immediately breathes deeply to calm his breath, and wants to re-start the Shaoguang sword technique.
At this moment, the wind suddenly sounded loudly in the Zen room and was already full of strength. Just as Ying Neng was about to hit him with a head-on blow, he suddenly felt a strong wind hit him, and was shocked: Someone is coming to attack again! He turned around and greeted him with his palms. With a bang, the person who came took a step back, but saw the white beard floating lightly, but Ying Neng was
Xiang Yang looked at him and said: "The master is here to give advice again?" Ying Xian smiled and said: How dare you, how dare you!
Fortunately, my senior brother untied the acupoints for me, otherwise I would have to sit for a long time
Although Yingxian's attack failed to hurt Xiang Yang, it was enough to allow Ying Hong to gain free time and re-produce the perfect and flawless Shaoguang Sword Technique. Looking at the two old monks who had become attacking each other, he thought to himself: An old monk is already tricky, and now he is fighting against two... Humph, you will always be convinced if you lose!
At that moment, he was not afraid and shouted loudly: OK, the two masters will join forces, and I am happy to accompany you
Should you ask your senior brother to come on stage and give you advice?
Yingxian smiled and said: Good, good, good, my senior brother is clearing my acupoints, so I asked me to come and tell you honestly, if you can walk ten tricks under my senior brother's hand, what's the difficulty of dealing with us two old monks? I'm afraid the donor is young and energetic, and does not know how to do it according to his ability. Xiang Yang sneered and said: Master, don't bother, since that's the case, please lead the way!
Yingxian nodded, turned around and walked. Yingneng also took the wooden sword and walked ahead to lead the way. Xiang Yang was determined to break into the dragon's and tiger's den, without any fear. He followed the two monks around the corridor, and after many twists and turns, he didn't know how many mechanisms he had avoided, and then he returned to the hall.
There was only one figure in the hall, but it was an old man with long hair. He was not a monk Yingxian. Ying could stand on the side of the old man with respect and respect, but obviously he was the senior brother they called.
Xiang Yang thought to himself: Maybe they just worshiped the same master and practiced martial arts, not because of their seniority in the dark temple, which is reasonable. When they looked up, they saw that there was a scar on the old man's forehead. Xiang Yang thought again: It seems that he had become a monk, but he has returned to secular life, but...
The old man in front of him was covered in white hair, and his white hair seemed to be light yellow. In fact, his appearance was not as good as Yingxian. Yingneng two monks were old. It seemed that they were about sixty or seventy years old. Under the scar of yellow hair, there was another clear look. Although his figure was not tall, he had a shadow, and he condensed his majesty as if he was like a mountain and a river...
Xiang Yang suddenly felt a little embarrassed in his eyes. This old man was neither monk nor subdistrict, but he actually had an indescribable appearance.
Under that unique but not intimidating appearance, Xiang Yang could feel a shaking spirit, deeply embedded in the body of the seemingly mortal. This spirit gradually turned into an invisible sense of oppression, forcing Xiang Yang to breathe, and pressing him down...
Xiang Yang gritted his teeth, raised his head high, and concentrated his strength on his feet. When he saw the old man, he never said a word. He had already shown the Kuilong force to exert force. The old man spoke slowly and said: Yes, I felt scared so early, it shows that you are an experienced junior who can recognize the world and deserves the reward.
The voice is low, not very loud, without any edges and corners, but the lingering sound is extremely far-reaching, echoing in Xiang Yang's ears, Xiang Yang silently responds, concentrates his mind and uses all his strength to urge him to move. It is really like facing a great enemy. One eye only sees the old man in front of him. The martial arts intuition told him that the opponent in front of him is really unfathomable, far from Yingxian, Ying can be compared with the two monks. He must give a try with his peak skills, and the number of victory and defeat is still difficult to grasp.
Seeing that he was so cautious, the corner of his mouth raised slightly and said: If you want to do something, just make a move, come on!
After passing this level of my life, no one can protect Han Xuqing here. You can catch him and go back
Xiang Yang said: Is Han Xuqing really here? The old man said: Yes, Xiang Yang nodded and shouted: OK! Then, offended!
This old man is so majestic, Xiang Yang knew that he would never take action first, so he had to grasp the advantage of this first move, and the first palm was pushed out smoothly. The power of the thunder palm brought out a strong wind, which suddenly rolled up countless cracked bricks and shatters. The palm force broke through the air and made a sound. The old man smiled and slapped it out with one palm. The two of them faced their palms in the air, and suddenly they were silent. The gravel that was rolled up by the thunder palm all scattered all around, as if they were hit by an invisible high wall. The power of Xiang Yang's palm was immediately eliminated.
Xiang Yang took a few steps closer and gave another palm. The thundering thunder moved all things very quickly, but the old man waved his hand and raised a wave of internal strength. Xiang Yang suddenly felt something strange and suddenly calmed his palms and stopped moving forward. The second move passed again and the old man said lightly: Xiang Yang, your two palms only have six points of skill, what's the intention? Do you want to seduce me to underestimate the enemy? If you still do this third palm... Hehe, it's too naive
When Xiang Yang heard this, he aroused his competitive spirit and said: Senior, don't worry, this palm is sure to be very different from the first two palms! He attacked two consecutive moves, and he was already close to the old man. At this time, his ten fingers were snatched, and the realm of heaven and thunder was striking. Thunder shocked the heavens and earth, dragons and snakes hibernated. In an instant, the true energy burst out. When the palms were divided, it was like thunder and turbulent. The sound was loud, and the beams and pillars of the Burying Temple responded to it. The power was even better than when facing the strong wind of Fuyao. It was more than twice as big as the difference?
A fierce force came directly, and the old man Huangfa's eyes flashed and said: OK, this is the power of the sky thunder Wuwang! The right palm slapped out, no longer an understatement, but it was clicked until it was clicked, and the palm power was as if it was angry, and the distance was like a mountain that was boundless. This palm seemed to become extremely huge in the eyes of Xiang Yang. It was about to grab everything in the hall into his palm. Compared with it, the thunder palm power was like a river to the vast ocean, and it was impossible to resist, and was rejected from the unpredictable and unpredictable majestic palm power.
Xiang Yang shouted loudly, and swung his internal strength hard. The power of the thunder shocked the world and the dragon and snake hibernation turned into the second section. He waved his arms and pulled up a fierce force, and it was about to overturn the river and the sea. He broke countless square bricks in the hall in one fell swoop. The old man still didn't move, and his feet were like a root. He stood in the power of the Thunder Palm. The palm of his raised hand slowly overflowed a few golden glow, slowly covering his palm like a cocoon, tempering a solid red and golden palm shadow.
This golden aura that looked like a illusion suddenly reminded Xiangyang of a martial arts and couldn't help but shout: This is... the Imperial Seal Palm!
The old man nodded quietly and said in a deep voice: The imperial seal palm has reached its highest level, and the palm power and style are sublimated. It is also called Taihuang Seal. Suddenly, he slowly pulled the golden handprint and said: Xiang Yang, look at it.
Xiang Yang's eyes were wide open, and the golden light was reflected in front of him, as if a ray of sky light was cast from the eternal sky, shining on the world, and was completely beneath this dazzling aurora. Xiang Yang roared out his palm, bravely bursting out the strength of the thunder shocking the world, dragons and snakes, but this wave of internal force was swallowed by Taihuang Yin. Xiang Yang's body retreated like a floating catkin, and from head to toe, the red and golden outlines were ignited, like a paper man in the flames.
This infinite power raised its ground and threw Xiang Yang into the air. The qi flowing below was like thousands of troops, the flag sea drum array, full of noise and hustle and bustle... Suddenly, Xiang Yang fell heavily, as if he fell into the battle formation, and he felt like he was smashed to pieces. He suddenly felt like he was crushed to pieces.
With a loud bang, the Taihuang Seal's palm power was suppressed heavily, the sky was shining, and the smoke was floating on the ground, Xiang Yang lay in a pool of blood, and there was no sound
The old man slowly pulled back his palm and looked at his palm. The golden light had dissipated, but it was still an ordinary flesh palm. He slowly said: Could this hand, Taihuang Seal, is really invincible in the world, and no one can take it anymore?
As I talked to myself, I felt an indescribable sigh
The old monk coughed and said: My temple has set up this inner hall mechanism. For decades, all those who have mistakenly made a mistake are waiting to die. Today, they are only injured in one palm of the donor. They admire Ah Pei. I admire you! Xiang Yang sneered and said: Even if this palm is injured, it can still be used. His left palm is slightly bent, and he secretly uses the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, ready to be released.
The old monk looked up at the sky and laughed and said: Although you have surpassed my senior brother Yingxian, I don’t know how much strength you have left? Today, I cannot allow you to walk out of the Burying Temple! The monk’s robe and sleeves tremble slightly, and his right hand trembled, and his sword shape was shaped like a pear yellow, but it was a three-foot wooden sword, engraved with the word Yingneng. It was exactly the old monk’s Dharma name, although it was a wooden sword, Xiang Yang did not dare to ignore it. He thought to himself: If this old monk is equal to that Yingxian, even if the wooden sword can kill people, I wonder how many masters there are in this temple? Is it better to fight quickly!
In the intermittent thought, Xiang Yang had already condensed his power. The thunder is not destructive. The old monk should be able to raise the wooden sword at the same time. The sword body buzzed and buzzed, and the virtual paintings were drawn into circles, and it was repeated, and it suddenly transformed into countless yellow circles, spreading layers of strange light.
Xiang Yang was slightly stunned, unable to see through the essence of this sword technique for a while, and thought to himself: Let's try him
The right palm was pushed out, and the powerful energy of the thunder car running rail hit the sword in the center, but he saw that the wooden sword could turn around for a few turns. The series of light yellow halos melted into a piece like a bubble, and like a deep pool of ripples. The power of the thunder palm never returned, and I don’t know where it was hit.
The situation was extremely strange. Xiang Yang didn't feel that the power was removed, nor did he receive any resistance. However, the palm power he emitted was unknown. He was shocked. He continued to slash out his left palm, and he should still be empty. He was slashing the sword. The sword shadow of the samdi sword faced this palm. Xiang Yang's palm power disappeared without realizing it.
This time, Xiang Yang focused on his mind and immediately noticed something strange: This sword technique is so weird! I will slap these two palms and resolve them invisibly... No, the power on his sword has never intersected with my palm power, but it seems like my palm power... It disappeared too fast!
Xiang Yang was surprised after thinking for a long time, but he still deeply accumulated the power of this third palm without moving.
Ying Neng seemed to be suspicious, holding the sword and laughed: You don’t have to hurt your god. I’m not going to be so good at this journey. Even if you are the best of your Heavenly Thunder Wuwang, you can’t figure it out. Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and said: It may not be possible!
Just as the four words were finished, Xiang Yang had already changed his posture, his body swirled, and in an instant, the palm shadows flew over and over, and countless thunder and palm winds stormed out, attacking with the rapid palm force of wind and thunder circling the stone altar. This move was extremely heavy, and each palm was attached with unfathomable Kuilong power, and the palm power came layer by layer, one by one. If it was solid, even the indestructible body of the Vajra would have to be ground into a piece of powder.
But he saw that Ying could clean up his body and circle the wooden sword slowly. Wherever the sword tip was surrounded, the invincible thunder palm power was completely wiped out of thin air. Suddenly, he protected his whole body with this wooden sword and surrounded the wind and thunder.
All the palm powers were completely eliminated, and the spirits were calm
After exerting a string of palm force, Xiang Yang jumped away several feet, breathed heavily, and said in a deep voice: OK, he is so clever!
Ying Neng said laughing: Do you know it's futile? Xiang Yang said: I have never seen the trick of your sword technique before. As expected, my palm power disappeared within the scope of your sword technique. I was very fast... But I didn't know that you can eliminate the invisible palm power, but what about the physical palm power? Ying Neng said with a smile, just holding the sword to fight.
Xiang Yang shouted suddenly, rushed forward with a quick step, and rushed out with his left palm and five fingers. If he tried to capture it, he would sneer slightly. He thought to himself: The closer you are, the closer you are to death. His wrists are turned lightly. Shaoguang Sword Technique. Although he only waved the wooden sword with his hand, there were countless changes in movement and stillness. The subtle force that brushed on the sword easily destroyed the force of Xiang Yang's left hand.
The power of this move should have existed in the world for a longer time, but at this time, the time through which this power exists was moved away by the exquisite sword wind. The seemingly gentle sword technique is actually cruel and ruthless, and it is as if the white clouds and the blue dogs are changing. Even the supreme power of the sky thunder and Wuwang has to be transformed into nothing in the passing time.
When facing the enemy, quietly control the lifespan of all the swords that can reach, either making new power old in an instant or making old power continuous. This is the exquisiteness of the Sword Technique of the Time: Where the power passes, it will be like flowing water and will never return.
Under the overall situation of this sword technique, Xiang Yang's left arm's strength suddenly became an extremely flaw. It immediately became a huge flaw. It should be able to condense the strength of the sword. The wooden sword blade rushed down quickly, and I was very happy: Remove one of your arms first! Unexpectedly, the sword and the arm were suddenly shaken back by a stormy power, and rushed to the chest and retreated several steps in an instant.
But when Xiang Yang's right fist pressed against the left shoulder and shoulder hole, his left palm was bursting with five fingers, but his right fist hit the left shoulder with the tremor of the Dong Lei and shaking it, and he used this force to re-enter the left arm. At the same time, the left palm was empty and spring thunder Baihui was slammed, and he was fighting the sword in the left arm, and at the same time he was responsible for the danger of the two thunder palm skills, and he also wanted to seize the flaws of the Shaoguang Sword Technique
This move should never be expected. Although he was shocked by the remaining power of the Spring Thunder Baihuidi, it also made his blood turbulent and he couldn't recover for a while.
Xiang Yangbing was on the verge of danger, and was happy, and immediately shouted: I have broken your sword technique, please see what you want!
The left arm is used to relieve meridians, and the right palm has taken advantage of the victory to make a move. With one move, it is an overwhelming attack. The right palm alone hits the chain of palm power that thunderstorms mountains and rivers, and it still has amazing power.
Ying can quickly turn the wooden sword around, concentrate and lift the energy, and then display the Shaoguang sword technique, and eliminate Xiang Yang's palm power, but it is not as calm as before. With a slightly embarrassed move, Xiang Yang has adjusted his left arm's bloodline. Now his arms are swaying, and shouts loudly: Another move! Pull back the palm into a virtual embrace, and the boundless power of Tianlei Wuwang should be able to see that he wants to use a heavy move, but he does not care about the chaotic qi and veins. He immediately breathes deeply to calm his breath, and wants to re-start the Shaoguang sword technique.
At this moment, the wind suddenly sounded loudly in the Zen room and was already full of strength. Just as Ying Neng was about to hit him with a head-on blow, he suddenly felt a strong wind hit him, and was shocked: Someone is coming to attack again! He turned around and greeted him with his palms. With a bang, the person who came took a step back, but saw the white beard floating lightly, but Ying Neng was
Xiang Yang looked at him and said: "The master is here to give advice again?" Ying Xian smiled and said: How dare you, how dare you!
Fortunately, my senior brother untied the acupoints for me, otherwise I would have to sit for a long time
Although Yingxian's attack failed to hurt Xiang Yang, it was enough to allow Ying Hong to gain free time and re-produce the perfect and flawless Shaoguang Sword Technique. Looking at the two old monks who had become attacking each other, he thought to himself: An old monk is already tricky, and now he is fighting against two... Humph, you will always be convinced if you lose!
At that moment, he was not afraid and shouted loudly: OK, the two masters will join forces, and I am happy to accompany you
Should you ask your senior brother to come on stage and give you advice?
Yingxian smiled and said: Good, good, good, my senior brother is clearing my acupoints, so I asked me to come and tell you honestly, if you can walk ten tricks under my senior brother's hand, what's the difficulty of dealing with us two old monks? I'm afraid the donor is young and energetic, and does not know how to do it according to his ability. Xiang Yang sneered and said: Master, don't bother, since that's the case, please lead the way!
Yingxian nodded, turned around and walked. Yingneng also took the wooden sword and walked ahead to lead the way. Xiang Yang was determined to break into the dragon's and tiger's den, without any fear. He followed the two monks around the corridor, and after many twists and turns, he didn't know how many mechanisms he had avoided, and then he returned to the hall.
There was only one figure in the hall, but it was an old man with long hair. He was not a monk Yingxian. Ying could stand on the side of the old man with respect and respect, but obviously he was the senior brother they called.
Xiang Yang thought to himself: Maybe they just worshiped the same master and practiced martial arts, not because of their seniority in the dark temple, which is reasonable. When they looked up, they saw that there was a scar on the old man's forehead. Xiang Yang thought again: It seems that he had become a monk, but he has returned to secular life, but...
The old man in front of him was covered in white hair, and his white hair seemed to be light yellow. In fact, his appearance was not as good as Yingxian. Yingneng two monks were old. It seemed that they were about sixty or seventy years old. Under the scar of yellow hair, there was another clear look. Although his figure was not tall, he had a shadow, and he condensed his majesty as if he was like a mountain and a river...
Xiang Yang suddenly felt a little embarrassed in his eyes. This old man was neither monk nor subdistrict, but he actually had an indescribable appearance.
Under that unique but not intimidating appearance, Xiang Yang could feel a shaking spirit, deeply embedded in the body of the seemingly mortal. This spirit gradually turned into an invisible sense of oppression, forcing Xiang Yang to breathe, and pressing him down...
Xiang Yang gritted his teeth, raised his head high, and concentrated his strength on his feet. When he saw the old man, he never said a word. He had already shown the Kuilong force to exert force. The old man spoke slowly and said: Yes, I felt scared so early, it shows that you are an experienced junior who can recognize the world and deserves the reward.
The voice is low, not very loud, without any edges and corners, but the lingering sound is extremely far-reaching, echoing in Xiang Yang's ears, Xiang Yang silently responds, concentrates his mind and uses all his strength to urge him to move. It is really like facing a great enemy. One eye only sees the old man in front of him. The martial arts intuition told him that the opponent in front of him is really unfathomable, far from Yingxian, Ying can be compared with the two monks. He must give a try with his peak skills, and the number of victory and defeat is still difficult to grasp.
Seeing that he was so cautious, the corner of his mouth raised slightly and said: If you want to do something, just make a move, come on!
After passing this level of my life, no one can protect Han Xuqing here. You can catch him and go back
Xiang Yang said: Is Han Xuqing really here? The old man said: Yes, Xiang Yang nodded and shouted: OK! Then, offended!
This old man is so majestic, Xiang Yang knew that he would never take action first, so he had to grasp the advantage of this first move, and the first palm was pushed out smoothly. The power of the thunder palm brought out a strong wind, which suddenly rolled up countless cracked bricks and shatters. The palm force broke through the air and made a sound. The old man smiled and slapped it out with one palm. The two of them faced their palms in the air, and suddenly they were silent. The gravel that was rolled up by the thunder palm all scattered all around, as if they were hit by an invisible high wall. The power of Xiang Yang's palm was immediately eliminated.
Xiang Yang took a few steps closer and gave another palm. The thundering thunder moved all things very quickly, but the old man waved his hand and raised a wave of internal strength. Xiang Yang suddenly felt something strange and suddenly calmed his palms and stopped moving forward. The second move passed again and the old man said lightly: Xiang Yang, your two palms only have six points of skill, what's the intention? Do you want to seduce me to underestimate the enemy? If you still do this third palm... Hehe, it's too naive
When Xiang Yang heard this, he aroused his competitive spirit and said: Senior, don't worry, this palm is sure to be very different from the first two palms! He attacked two consecutive moves, and he was already close to the old man. At this time, his ten fingers were snatched, and the realm of heaven and thunder was striking. Thunder shocked the heavens and earth, dragons and snakes hibernated. In an instant, the true energy burst out. When the palms were divided, it was like thunder and turbulent. The sound was loud, and the beams and pillars of the Burying Temple responded to it. The power was even better than when facing the strong wind of Fuyao. It was more than twice as big as the difference?
A fierce force came directly, and the old man Huangfa's eyes flashed and said: OK, this is the power of the sky thunder Wuwang! The right palm slapped out, no longer an understatement, but it was clicked until it was clicked, and the palm power was as if it was angry, and the distance was like a mountain that was boundless. This palm seemed to become extremely huge in the eyes of Xiang Yang. It was about to grab everything in the hall into his palm. Compared with it, the thunder palm power was like a river to the vast ocean, and it was impossible to resist, and was rejected from the unpredictable and unpredictable majestic palm power.
Xiang Yang shouted loudly, and swung his internal strength hard. The power of the thunder shocked the world and the dragon and snake hibernation turned into the second section. He waved his arms and pulled up a fierce force, and it was about to overturn the river and the sea. He broke countless square bricks in the hall in one fell swoop. The old man still didn't move, and his feet were like a root. He stood in the power of the Thunder Palm. The palm of his raised hand slowly overflowed a few golden glow, slowly covering his palm like a cocoon, tempering a solid red and golden palm shadow.
This golden aura that looked like a illusion suddenly reminded Xiangyang of a martial arts and couldn't help but shout: This is... the Imperial Seal Palm!
The old man nodded quietly and said in a deep voice: The imperial seal palm has reached its highest level, and the palm power and style are sublimated. It is also called Taihuang Seal. Suddenly, he slowly pulled the golden handprint and said: Xiang Yang, look at it.
Xiang Yang's eyes were wide open, and the golden light was reflected in front of him, as if a ray of sky light was cast from the eternal sky, shining on the world, and was completely beneath this dazzling aurora. Xiang Yang roared out his palm, bravely bursting out the strength of the thunder shocking the world, dragons and snakes, but this wave of internal force was swallowed by Taihuang Yin. Xiang Yang's body retreated like a floating catkin, and from head to toe, the red and golden outlines were ignited, like a paper man in the flames.
This infinite power raised its ground and threw Xiang Yang into the air. The qi flowing below was like thousands of troops, the flag sea drum array, full of noise and hustle and bustle... Suddenly, Xiang Yang fell heavily, as if he fell into the battle formation, and he felt like he was smashed to pieces. He suddenly felt like he was crushed to pieces.
With a loud bang, the Taihuang Seal's palm power was suppressed heavily, the sky was shining, and the smoke was floating on the ground, Xiang Yang lay in a pool of blood, and there was no sound
The old man slowly pulled back his palm and looked at his palm. The golden light had dissipated, but it was still an ordinary flesh palm. He slowly said: Could this hand, Taihuang Seal, is really invincible in the world, and no one can take it anymore?
As I talked to myself, I felt an indescribable sigh
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