Facing the golden giant palm, proud as Yan He, a sense of panic suddenly rose in his heart.

This giant palm seems to be made of divine gold, and no matter how sharp the blade in the world is, it can't pierce its palm, and it falls from the sky, giving Yanhe a feeling of being alone in the sky and on the ground.

The giant palm fell slowly, accompanied by a breath of aura pouring down, even if you have speed, you are all locked by this aura, and it is impossible to escape.

"I'm no match for him. ”

Yan He couldn't help but murmur.

Ever since he practiced "Nine Heavens Galaxy", he has become one of the hottest petites in the Eternal Life Hall, and even in the "Heavenly Pride List" in the Holy Domain, he has jumped from loneliness and obscurity to the top fifty in one fell swoop, and is the envy and worship of countless young disciples.

But the person in front of him was the same age as him, but Xiuwei left him far behind.

Who is he!

Yan He's eyebrows widened.

"Scarface, didn't you say that the 'Fudo Ming Wang Jue' of the Zen Temple is only good at defense, how can the momentum of the attack be more amazing than Yan He's swordsmanship?"

"It's just that most of the exercises are related to defense, not just defense. Scarface's pupils shrank, and he said in shock, "This palm should be the palm of the Ming King, extremely majestic, if this exercise is cultivated in the depths, it will be condensed into the golden body of the Ming King...... Who is this disciple of the Zen Temple, who is about the same age as the little brother of Tang Xie, but he has such a high talent, it is terrifying. ”

"You're also terrible, you've even heard of this exercise, I thought you kid only knew how to mess with flowers and grass before. Between the tense situation, the lame man did not forget to tease.

Scarface's face tightened slightly, revealing a forced smile, and he didn't speak again.

Before the big battle, no one paid attention to his expression.

The attention of several people was all on that giant palm.

I saw that the giant palm kept falling, as if it was provoked, like a towering meteorite, and the gold was the hunting flame that was rubbed out, although it was accompanied by the Buddha's name, but it was murderous, vowing to kill the demon and eliminate the demon.

"Wait for the devil, you should have broken the corpse into thousands of pieces, go and die!"

Inside the golden light shroud, an angry shout burst out.

The barricade couldn't help but snort: "Fuck your demon, although I can't get used to the cultivation method of the Immortal Hall, but why should the disciples of the Immortal Hall definitely die?"

When he heard that shout, Tang Xie also frowned slightly.

He really didn't expect that such a slashing and angry words would come from the mouth of a Buddhist disciple.

Suddenly, Tang Xie had an idea: "Barricade, how is the face I use now?"

"You said Ji Lingyue?"

The barricade said: "Speaking of which, Ji Lingyue is also a dazzling Tianjiao, he was promoted to the level of the Demon School at a young age, but Yanhe is too shining, and he is not so dazzling in the Immortal Hall. ”

"It's exactly what I want, by the way, have you taken Ling Yue's Qiankun ring this season?"

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't say so. As soon as the words fell, the barricade suddenly guessed something, opened his round eyes and asked, "Tiandao, do you want to ......?"

"These Immortal Hall disciples are still useful, so I'll help them. ”

After taking the Qiankun ring, in an instant, Tang Xie broke through the divine sense in the ring and took out a weapon that Ji Lingyue was best at before his death.

A strangely shaped black sabre.

At this time, the golden giant palm was only more than ten meters away from the Yan River.

The palm wind howled, blowing off the hairband of the Yan River, a black waterfall, scattered and crazy.

A burning sensation came to his face, completely cutting off Yan He's rebellion, he clenched the hilt of his sword, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

The same is true of the surrounding Immortal Hall disciples.

One by one they were sad and desperate, and some people were even unwilling to die under the Buddhism, so they killed themselves with swords.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the entire Hunting Wind Ridge was shaken.

The three of Cripple, Scarface, and Barricade all stood up straight from the shadows, staring at the dazzling and fierce scene in front of them.

Yan He's eyebrows moved, and he suddenly realized something.

Eyes widen.

In the field of vision, the golden giant palm was blocked by a black saber volley, and there were countless golden flames in the palm, turning into raindrops and splashing in all directions.

Some of them landed on the bodies of the disciples of the Immortal Hall, instantly burning through their bodies, leaving a shocking blood hole.

"Get out of the way!"

Realizing that this was their only chance of life, Yanhe yelled as hard as he could.

When they fled to safety, Yan He couldn't help but turn around again.

Suddenly, the pupils shook violently.

When they fled in a hurry, the giant palm had shrunk by more than half, and there was no longer the momentum it had before, and the owner of the saber, standing under his palm, single-handedly defeated the Ming king's palm.

"Is that you?"

Yan He suddenly remembered the origin of the saber and asked, "Ji Lingyue, can you control this blood-transforming knife?"

Turning the blade, it emitted a buzzing tremor, Tang Xie ignored him, but stared at the golden cover: "Dare to ask which master of the Zen Temple must kill all my Immortal Hall disciples?"

Yan He's brows furrowed, as a demon general, he deserved to be the leader of these disciples, this time Ling Yue didn't answer his question, and even questioned the enemy in the tone of the leader?

Immediately, Yan He urged his footwork, returned to Tang Xie's body, and pressed his palm on his shoulder: "Ji Lingyue, you can step back." ”

"I don't care......"

Tang Xie turned his head sideways and grinned at him, "However, the next Ming King's Palm, you will take it?"

Yan He's face darkened.

He picks?

Before half a cup of tea, he didn't even have the skills to escape, what to take!

Looking at the banter in Tang Xie's eyes, Yan He felt angry, but Tang Xie did what he couldn't do, no matter how much anger he had, he couldn't vent it.

Snorted coldly, and reluctantly took his hand away.

At this time, I saw that the golden shroud shrank rapidly, and finally converged on a person's body, that person was clothed in a robe, holding a rosary, and his face was calm, but he gave birth to a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes, giving people the feeling of being out of the sheath of a sharp sword, ready to cut gold and crack stones.

"The person who can recognize the Ming King's palm and take it down, only the people of the Jade Rui Palace in the younger generation can do it. ”

The monk's eyes were as solemn as water, and he said word by word, "So, you can't catch my next palm." ”

All the disciples of the Immortal Hall present were all uplifted, and shallow marks were stepped out of the soles of their feet, they had just escaped death, and no one wanted to encounter the scene just now.

Sure enough, the monk regained his strength, and the golden mangs rushed up behind him, wanting to gather into a palm and shoot it in the air.

It's just that this time he doesn't have a golden light shield body defense.

The Buddha horn sounded again: "Auspicious wishes, do not move the king!"

As the second Ming King's palm was about to converge and form, Tang Xie suddenly rushed into the air, and the black saber in his hand was cut down first.

Sting.

Like tearing a huge cloth, the blazing golden rays dissipated in advance.

Tang Xie put the black saber across the monk's neck, smiled, and also reported an auspicious word: "Good luck, eat chicken tonight." ”