People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

He Zudao had a gloomy face: "Yuan Zhen, you lied to me?"

"Good good!"

"Come on!"

The body jumped, but it only jumped more than half a meter high, and it was no longer free and easy before.

"My inner strength???"

Cheng Kun came in front of him, pinched the flower fingers with his left hand, and quickly attacked and pointed out.

He Zudao wanted to hide, but lost all his internal strength, and his body couldn't react for a while.

Being pointed at, suddenly a cold and vicious qi wandered around his limbs and bones.

The twitching of his tendons caused him unbearable pain, and he fell to the ground, his body curled up into a ball, twitching uncontrollably.

It's not that he can't bear the pain, it's that the phantom finger is too vicious.

It would be fine if he had internal strength to counteract one or two, but now he has lost all internal strength, and he is an old man over a hundred years old. Every time this cold air moves, it will stir up the meridians and muscles to collapse, which is really excruciatingly painful.

"Master Zhang." Cheng Kun stepped on He Zudao's body:

"Aren't you going to help him?"

"He fell into the trap because of you."

"Hahaha"

Zhang Wuwei cast a glance at Cheng Kun, picked up a short stick with flames, and threw it downstairs.

boom!
Immediately, a raging fire ignited in Liu'an Temple. It turned out that Cheng Kun had already poured thick kerosene on the bottom of the temple.

"You fire oil, I've been far away, and I can already smell it clearly."

"This trick is too childish."

The corner of Cheng Kun's face twitched: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Zhang Wuwei said proudly: "Kill you, I will leave."

"How courageous!" Daoist Baishang praised gloomyly, "As expected of Zhang Sanfeng's disciple."

"It's really courageous."

He thought that Zhang Wuwei wanted to ignite the flames, and then hold them back, exchanging one of them with his life.

However, he has no fear, he is also a generation of grandmasters.

A brat, he's still pretty easy to catch.

Crackling and shouting came continuously.

Flames are burning and people are fleeing.

The temperature is gradually rising, and the smoke is billowing.

In the cell, Taoist Baishang and Zhang Wuwei remained unmoved, and looked at each other coldly.

An invisible aura gradually filled the small space.

One is the vigorous and sharp sword energy, and the other is the sinister and vicious power of coldness.

The frost is densely covered, and the sword energy is rippling.

The invisible confrontation has already begun.

Every breath of Hebi Weng Luzhangke is accompanied by a white breath.

And on the clothes, there are many sword marks on the face.

The two looked at each other, unable to bear the invisible oppression.

Withdrawing his weapon, he tried his best to attack Zhang Wuwei.

The Deer Sticker held a short stick with forked ends in the shape of antlers. The whole body was black, and from top to bottom, he threw it down on Zhang Wuwei's head.

Crane Biweng holds two pens, the tip of the pen is as sharp as a crane's beak, but it is shining with crystal light, his body leaps and steps on the wall.

Came behind Zhang Wuwei and stabbed out.

This was their famous weapon, but as their internal strength became deeper and the Xuanming Divine Palm became more and more powerful, it was basically useless.

Today, he had to use [-]% of his strength to attack first.

Zhang Wuwei didn't even look at the two of them, but just stared at Taoist Baishang.

This person's martial art is far superior to Sandu's.

"System, upgrade Dugu Nine Swords."

"System, upgrade Tai Chi swordsmanship."

"System, upgrade the Nine Yin Manual."

"System, activate the epiphany card."

At the moment when Crane Biweng was about to hit, he jumped back in the air, and the Yitian sword erupted with golden light in an instant.

From an impossible angle, it penetrated through the gap between the antlers.

It pierced into the heart of the deer stick guest.

Then he stepped on his stick with his toes, and pulled out the Yitian sword with his head down and his feet up.

Down here is the Dugu Nine Swords Falling Sword Form.

The blade of the sword fell quickly, He Biweng's eyes widened, and he kept exclaiming in his heart: My life is over!
But a black shadow came quickly, and a sharp cold air enveloped the entire prison in an instant.

Daoist Baishang actually used the two apprentices to lure Zhang Wuwei to lose his momentum, and took the opportunity to sneak attack!

He is really a devil, ruthless and ruthless.

But Zhang Wuwei seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and with a flick of the long sword, it stabbed at the Baishang Taoist like lightning.

The body turned over again, and one foot stepped on the top of Crane Biweng's head.

fly up.

Catch the Yitian sword that was bounced off by the Baishang Taoist.

Open the palm, the long sword is constantly spinning in the hand, and the sound of the sword's cry is endless.

The golden light shone so hard that people couldn't see where the sword was.

Baishang Taoist snorted coldly, turned his hands upwards, gathering his true energy, and the sharp cold energy gathered in his hands.

While breathing, with a palm, countless ice picks suddenly appeared in the sky.

It shot violently in all directions.

He was most annoyed by this mysterious and unusual martial arts.

Isn't it good to simply and rudely face him?
Zhang Wuwei was short, and slapped the ground: "Sword swing!"

The body draws a beautiful arc, avoiding most of the ice picks: "Sword Frustration!"

Turning his body over, streaks of golden light appeared around Zhang Wuwei, like a blooming rose.

Countless sword qi shot out, cutting off all the ice cones.

"Wave Sword Style!"

Turning into a golden dragon, the dragon's mouth opened wide, and countless sword tips protruded from it.

Daoist Baishang had to retreat again and again, with his arms stretched out and his hands wide open.

The turbulent cold air gathered in front of him: "Innate Infinity, the four images are one!"

The fullness of the chest drives the lower abdomen inward, the hands are clenched into fists, and the elbows are raised: "Wuji Kong!"

The two fists were lifted up, then changed into palms, and pushed forward with a fierce momentum, the surging cold air was like waves.

The white mist that is clearly visible to the naked eye flies forward quickly: "Tai Chi Ling!"

Hold your breath, let the dragon touch the claws, hold it with dark strength, lunge and hold your breath, turn your palms up and out, fingertips facing each other, palms up to the sky, and let out a loud roar:
"Combination of four images, Xuanming Gong, Hunyuan Wuji!"

The white mist turns into a tiger, galloping endlessly, and the ice forms a wall, sealing off the road.

Zhang Wuwei turned his body over and hung upside down on the top of the cell. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out.

The internal force is condensed to the limit: "Nine swords unite, and the sword breaks the infinite!"

In an instant, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the golden light was dazzling, and countless sword shadows filled the entire cell.

Rumbling--

The ice shattered and the earth wall collapsed.

There seemed to be a golden light flashing through the white mist, Taoist Baishang grabbed the crane pen Weng on the ground and stood in front of him.

"Pfft" sounded.

Crane Biweng split into two without any suspense.

A bright bloodstain also appeared on the face of the Baishang Taoist.

The corners of his eyes twitched: "This is Tai Chi???"

"Boy, what sword technique do you use!"

Zhang Wuwei put the sword behind his back: "Dugu Nine Swords!"

"Okay, okay!" Taoist Baishang paused, got up and flew out:

"Boy, it's not a gentleman not to take revenge!"

He was the first to escape, so Zhang Wuwei hurriedly chased him out. As soon as he went out, he felt a wave of heat.

The chill in the cell just now disappeared instantly.

From cold to hot, countless drops of water dripped in lines on Zhang Wuwei's face.

Before standing still, I heard a loud "bang"!