The tragic snow is in the sky, and the miserable Ling Zifeng is miserable,

This is the result of the hand-to-hand struggle between the two, Xue Mankong was cut off his bun, Ling Zifeng's inner mansion was hot and churning, and he couldn't stand unsteadily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this competition, if it weren't for the fact that Xue Mankong's bun was cut, he would have had the upper hand.

Up to now, Ling Zifeng is in a contrarian situation, if it weren't for taking advantage of the hand-to-hand fighting, both of them are doing their best, the snow is in the air and the moves are old, it is impossible for people to change their moves in the air, and all the energy is poured into their feet, it is in an embarrassing situation, but the snow is full of air and guilty of winning again, leaving no spare strength, at that moment can be used to make a move.

The snow roared in the air.

Ling Zifeng had no choice but to bend over and cough, a trace of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and a pair of cold eyes swept the snow in the air, flashing a trace of regret.

This old guy is worthy of the strength of the middle stage of human beings, and his reaction ability is too fast, and he can still react at that close distance.

It's a pity,

Ling Zifeng smiled bitterly in his heart, in the end, he lost the bet, Xue Mankong could use his body protection qi to block it at that moment, then he would inevitably take advantage of the momentum to fight back, and take his life when Xue Mankong withdrew the energy poured into his feet.

But the reaction that the old guy made at that moment was definitely the instinct of a master to deal with the enemy, he didn't leave Ling Zifeng a chance to fight back, then he would be very passive, and he would be at a disadvantage, and he would lose his life if he was not careful.

is also a human pole master, unless the strength is absolutely crushed, the body protection qi can almost be ignored, or it is cultivated to reach the ground level, or against opponents below the human pole.

Otherwise, this low-level body protection qi can only resist the impact of qi, it is simply chicken ribs, and it is even more useless in hand-to-hand combat, and Ling Zifeng also has a divine weapon Soul Devouring Sword.

Both of them fought in the air, and Ling Zifeng was about to land, and he already had a place to borrow strength, but he himself did not, his instinctive reaction allowed him to avoid the danger, but there was always a small mistake, which caused the bun to suffer.

Chi Twilight Chi Scar, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also frightened, the master hand-to-hand combat was a very unwise choice, the gap in cultivation was not large, it was difficult to occupy the advantage at all, and it all depended on experience and instantaneous enemy calculations.

Seeing that Ling Zifeng was suppressed and couldn't fight back, they thought that Ling Zifeng had lost, but they didn't expect the last blow to make Xue Mankong so embarrassed.

However, now that the snow is in the sky, he has come to his senses, but Ling Zifeng may not still have combat effectiveness, and the final result is that Ling Zifeng did not achieve an absolute advantage, and even injured an angry lion, releasing his ferocity.

The snow moved in the air, and his palms drew a strange arc, his left hand was yin, and his right hand was yang, hugging it in front of his chest, until he stepped out, his left hand was shrouded in energy, and a huge palm grabbed Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng's face was gloomy, his breath was disordered, he had to endure it forcibly, his right hand reached out, and as soon as he grabbed it, countless mud blocks were controlled by him to form countless rapidly rotating earth storms, covering towards the giant hand that he caught.

Bang!

The soil dispersed, the giant palm dissipated, and before Ling Zifeng could take a breath, another giant palm attacked in the air. At this time, Ling Zifeng could only watch as the palm print slapped fiercely on his chest.

Burst!

Blood sprayed, forming a poignant arc, and Ling Zifeng flew out dozens of feet,

The furious Xue Mankong dodged and chased after him, rolling three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, raising his legs and kicks, Ling Zifeng was kicked by him and flew into the air.

Xue Mankong jumped up again, kicked his right foot straight out, and Ling Zifeng flew back upside down again, with no power to fight back at all.

Xue Mankong just wanted to pursue, but Chi Twilight Chi Ji blocked in front of him, and the two joined forces, and their fists greeted Xue Mankong's body like raindrops, and frantically stopped him.

However, with the kung fu of the two of them, they only blocked one gear, and they were slapped out by each palm of the snow.

Xue Mankong clapped his hands and snorted coldly: "I can't measure my strength, and I don't even have a stable human realm, so I dare to stop me!"

Xue Mankong turned his head to look at Ling Zifeng, only to see Ling Zifeng lying on the ground motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, the Soul Devouring Sword was just inserted into his side, the blade of the sword was in the bone, almost half of it was cut into Ling Zifeng's arm, and the thin blood line on the blade was flowing.

At this time, the snow was in the air, and his anger calmed down a little, and he tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart, he must first take the Soul Devouring Sword, the Reincarnation Sword Code and the Blood Nerve in his hands, and then it would not be too late to kill Ling Zifeng, otherwise his hair bun would really be cut in vain.

Xue Man thought about it, so he raised his legs and walked towards Ling Zifeng, he had to make sure that Ling Zifeng was alive or dead first.

"Anitabha!"

The long Buddha horn came, and Xue Mankong turned his head to look at it when he heard the sound, and his face became a little ugly.

Of course he knew the people who came, after all, their base camp in the Eastern Wilderness was built in the Northern Desert, and of course he knew about the monks in the Tianxin Temple in the Northern Desert.

And now they are still the two people who are known as the most powerful in Tianxin Temple: Master Tianwen and Zen Master without regrets.

Master Tianwen devoted himself to Buddhism and his skills were profound, and although this unrepentant Zen master was a monk halfway, he was already famous in the world, and his skills were unfathomable.

Both of them have reached the threshold of the early stage of the human pole, and even half a foot has stepped into the threshold of the middle stage of the human pole, and the two of them together are definitely not one plus one equals two.

Xue Mankong has been fighting for a long time, and it is not easy to get a bargain in their hands, and there are still two people on the side.

What's even more infuriating is that the two of them did not come empty-handed, behind them were eighteen young monks who were shirtless, with bronzed skin all over their bodies, looking like bronze statues, each holding a long stainless steel stick in their hands.

In the entire rivers and lakes, few people have seen these eighteen monks, but none of the people in the rivers and lakes do not know their existence, and these eighteen monks are the eighteen Arhats of the famous Tianxin Temple in the rivers and lakes.

The eighteen Arhats who only respect the orders of Tianxin Temple, although their skills are worthy of entering the human pole, but eighteen together, a master in the middle of a person falls into their encirclement, whether he can come out alive is still unknown, so far, no one has escaped from their hands, which shows the horror of these eighteen Arhats.

Seeing these eighteen people, it is the main reason why the snow has become empty, today he is afraid that he really has to plant a big heel fight, not to mention that the bun is shaved, this cooked duck is definitely going to fly.

With his skills, plus a group of subordinates, it is impossible to take Ling Zifeng away safe and sound in the hands of these monks.

Xue Mankong had a cold face, looked at the two old monks, and said in a calm tone: "Two masters, we have no grievances in the past, and no enemies in the near future, Tianxin Temple's hand is not stretched too long." ”