Zhengji wants to escape, he really wants to escape, this is the first time he feels that the futon flying in front of him can't be blocked at all, this futon, as if controlled by the spiritual power of Xuanbei Ancestor, gives him a feeling that he will eventually be hit no matter which direction he dodges, and this strength even makes Zhengji have a feeling of facing bullets! The futon thrown by Xuanbei Shizu casually has such a force and speed, even in the state of Sharingan, Zhengji can't dodge. Fastest updates

?? However, if you use your hands to pick up the futon in this way, the political discipline can almost ensure that the palm of the hand is not guaranteed, and the rotten grass on such a rapidly rotating futon is no less than a sharp blade.

?? When the futon was approaching quickly, Masaki had a wit, slapped his sleeves with one hand, and the long sleeves fell into his hand, his hand shook, and he suddenly twisted the sleeves into a rope, and then poked out like an iron rod, wrapped around the ensuing futon, pulled and pulled, and changed the trajectory of the futon at the last moment, the fast-rotating futon with the sound of the buzzing of the aircraft fighter jet staggered through the space in front of him, and the splashed weeds and thorns grazed across Masaki's face, leaving a cut, and blood droplets slipped down from it.

?? Fallen leaves wipe the throat, picking flowers hurts people. Whether it is the undefeated Dongfang or the Shaolin sweeping monk, or the shrimp who knows how to play with the ball, the most powerful master is like this.

?? Zhengji's sleeves hung on the UFO-like futon, flying in the air, making his whole shape look like a Dongchang brocade guard playing with blood drops, and the blood droplets in his hands flew around undisciplined, hitting the blue and white porcelain cups on the ancient sandalwood table, ping pong, shattering a large piece, and then the futon was still unabated and cut the vase of the Ming Dynasty.

??“ Bang Kuang!", it should be broken, it should be broken.

?? Seeing that the momentum of the futon was approaching, Xuan Bei rose from the ground, time seemed to him as if it had never existed at all, he was still sitting on the futon just now, and in the next blink of an eye, he became standing, approaching him like a fairy.

?? The approaching process has been saved, it is in such an instant, Xuan Bei is in front of him, a diagonal sweep in his hand, the strong wind blows to the left side of the political discipline, the same style of Taijiquan, Xuan Bei uses it to have this earth-shattering effect of moving ghosts and gods, unloading, unloading, uncontrollable, Zhengji finally saw what is called a super master, he used to teach him Taijiquan's abstinence, if compared with Xuan Bei, it is like a three-year-old child, the class of the two people is no longer on the same earth, it is conceivable that this Xuan Bei, how terrifying it is.

??“ Tai Chi overcomes rigidity with softness, but the same can be seen in the rigid, you have to remember that to reach the point of a fighting master, you must have both rigidity and softness in order to exert the greatest power!"

?? Xuan Bei's palm swept Zhongzhengji's shoulder, sweeping him around in place, like a spinning top.

?? Masaki spun on the ground with one foot, and when he had enough strength to build, he clubbed the ground with his right foot again, and his fist struck towards Xuanbei with the centrifugal force brought up from Xuanbei and his own rotation.

?? Xuan Bei smiled for the first time, "Okay, learn and use it, it's good!" The words in his mouth, but the palms of his hands did not stop at all and closed into a lotus shape, grabbed the fist that Zheng Ji hit, and pulled along the force, slowly dissolving Zheng Ji's fist, and then his body staggered in the direction that Zheng Ji rushed from, and the hands holding Zheng Ji's fist flicked and released, and Zheng Ji was bounced out by Xuan Bei's borrowed force.

??“ Canopy!" Masaki hit the wall of the Zen Temple, slid down and fell to the ground, his eyes motionless as he looked at Xuan Bei, his heart full of horror.

?? He has kept his writing wheel eye in the best condition, and he can clearly see Xuanbei's ghost-like actions, and his body can barely keep up, but he is always used by Xuanbei in various forms to beat himself to the left, maybe this is the situation where he can see but his body can't keep up.

?? However, if you make the same mistake once, you can't make it a second time, Masaki used his back muscles hard, and his body catapulted out of the wall that was clinging to it, and with his footwork of rushing under the writing wheel, he rushed towards Xuan Bei like a cannonball, which also made Xuan Bei's face show surprise for the first time.

The air flow became slow, the surrounding scenery became clear, with the sharpened protruding rough edges, the body moved forward in a rapid way, as if on the blue and somewhat rippling water surface, there was a rowing boat that broke through the water, and the waves splashed up, with the sea water behind him that had not had time to close into a bunch, dragging out a trajectory that foreshadowed the past and the future, flowing into a long series of ripples, with the mist that had just been raised on the water surface, gradually healing into the appearance of the water waves.

?? Zhengji's legs are running desperately, in the state of writing wheels, Zhengji doesn't know if his speed can be described as human in the eyes of normal people, he knows one, the speed of the first master of the Zen Temple in front of him, Xuanbei Shizu, is definitely not in the state of his writing wheels, in order to better get close to him, to the point where he can knock him down, Zhengji doesn't care how heavy the load on his body is when he is in the state of writing wheels, but there is a voice in his heart that keeps telling himself, be fast!

?? Zhengji pressed it with all his strength, and his body showed a drag-like speed, Xuan Bei was also a little surprised at his speed that could almost be regarded as instantaneous, just now this retribution was only barely able to keep up with his own speed, but now, there is a faint form that surpasses himself.

?? It's almost there, Masaki is only one meter away from Xuan Bei, and when the breathing of the two people has tightened a total of 005 milliliters of air, Masaki is no more than half a meter away from Xuan Bei.

?? Xuan Bei didn't make any moves, and let the political discipline play as if he was standing in the negative.

?? Just when the two of them were about to collide together, Zhengji suddenly changed, his toes stepped on the ground, his body rotated rapidly, and he brushed Xuan Bei's side in a millimeter, forming a state of spinning and flying, floating to the rear of Xuan Bei by inertia, seeing the opportunity, the strength gathered in his hand, and a cannon fist with the power of an air explosion in the next second, slammed down on Xuan Bei's vest!

??“ Cannon fist, power is heavy, most suitable for burly heavyweights to practice, and with footwork, it can push the power to an amazing point," Xuan Bei turned around at this time, without looking at the position and angle of Zhengji's fist, as if he had already known, his fists were hit together, and in the state of Zhengji's stream of consciousness, he could also turn around like lightning when Zhengji's fist came out, attacking, the horror of this Xuanbei ancestor was really to the point of no return, and now it seems that in addition to using guns and ammunition, it is impossible for anyone to knock him down from the perspective of frontal combat.

?? But uncertainly, guns are used to strengthen the attack power of a single individual, and in the state of Xuan Bei, which focuses on the mutual cultivation of spirit and martial arts, any sneak attack can be detected first, even if it is a sniper a kilometer away, there is no way to lock him.

?? Zhengji used to think that this kind of person could perceive dangerous situations only in movies, but he didn't expect that anyone who has added strength to mental strength and acuity training will be alert to danger when facing such danger, the difference is only in the big or, but in this realm of the Zen Temple, it is estimated that no one can sneak attack this Xuan Bei Patriarch, because the equipment of the Zen Temple itself is enough to reach the advanced level of the world level.

?? Double plus, with two sides exploding at the same time, mixed into a roar.

??“ Boom!"

?? It was like a thunderclap hitting the conch in the Tongming Zen Temple, blooming with a sound that was far away and transmitted to the Zen Temple below.

?? In the second-level Pure Mind Zen Temple, everyone was shocked, everyone's expressions were shaken by this sound, and a warrior monk holding a flag in his hand could even feel the tremor of the flagpole transmitted by the sound wave in his hand just now.

??“ Can anyone tell me...... What was the sound just now......" Yiru's snot trickled down to his lips unconsciously, but he didn't notice it at all, his eyes were blank, and he looked left and right.

?? No one answered him, and no one was able to answer him.

?? Only when Elder Xuanku looked at the stairs that led to the Tongming Zen Monastery that extended to the corner, a slit opened in the corner of his mouth, "Air explosion......

?? Masaki broke the wooden carved window, flew out of the Zen courtyard with the broken sawdust, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling out on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

?? Master Xuanbei also took a few steps back, couldn't hold his feet, and sat on the Zen **.

?? Masaki took the first step to prop his hands on the ground, supporting himself to stand up, and the pain spread all over his body.

?? Masaki felt that the deep muscles were like the itchiness of countless ants crawling back and forth, through the superficial skin, directly into the dermis of the hinterland, like a dense bead between the skin and the flesh, a large piece of wandering back and forth, between the skin and flesh was full of dull pain, and then it was even more soreness and itching under the strong self-healing ability.

?? Masaki stood reluctantly, quietly looking at the direction of the Zen Temple, this fight, he had a hearty feeling, it was really hard to imagine that he was fighting with an old man over a hundred years old!

"Underestimating the enemy is just the best way to send life on the battlefield, not bad!" Xuan Bei clapped his hands and slowly walked out of the gate of the Zen Academy, his body with a gradually climbing momentum, and walked towards Zhengji step by step, "In today's situation, the state-level spy organizations include the CIA of the United States and the Mossad of Germany......"

?? Xuan Bei seems to be an understatement, attacking while talking, and his fist speed seems to be slow and fast, with a sharp rhythm.

?? Masaki didn't feel relaxed at all, dodging his fist attack, while listening to Xuan Bei's speech half-distractedly.

??“ Britain's MI7 ,...... These are all spy organizations in the service of the state. ”

ps: Thank you for the red envelope rewarded by the Chinese people, thank you for the first red envelope of the New Year haha

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