Lord Iga's eruption of thirty-nine hands shook the mountain, shocking the world.

People were directly frightened, and even the will to fight was worn out.

Han Yuchen was able to stand up for Xiao Beichen under such peerless coercion, and his willpower was far beyond ordinary people.

She was even ready to die.

But was pushed away by Xiao Beichen with one hand, and by the way, he said the words that shook the audience-

The Great Grandmaster of the Early Nine Stars, in front of me, is just a fist embroidered leg.

The young man in the green shirt stood with his hands in his hands.

The transparent internal strength of the ancient clock, upside down, covering the whole body.

Thirty-nine palms of hard resistance to the mountain.

Boom Boom!

The palm prints, which are as heavy as a mountain, with the power of the vast, slap on the internal strength of the ancient bell one after another.

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Dangdangdang......

The melodious bell of Qingyuan continued to explode in the sky above the entire Zhenwu Courtyard.

A palm is stronger than a palm, and a sound is louder than a sound.

The first twenty palm prints were easily blocked by the ancient bell.

By the twenty-fifth palm, the bell of the ancient bell was already a little whimpering. Moreover, the internal strength that makes up the ancient bell has become unstable, and it is obviously already very difficult.

By the thirtieth palm, the ancient bell began to shake.

When the thirty-sixth palm came, the ancient bell was sunken inward, and there were slight cracks.

The thirty-seventh palm struck, and the ancient bell cracked open. But it was still barely blocked by the ancient bell.

The thirty-eighth palm, completely shattered the ancient bell.

Xiao Beichen was completely exposed to the palm prints.

It all happened so fast. Xiao Beichen wanted to pull away or resist at this moment, but it was too late.

You can only use your physical body to resist the last palm.

The strongest thirty-ninth palm was brazenly slapped on Xiao Beichen's chest.

Rumble!

Like a wild horse running wild, it slammed into Xiao Beichen.

The tiles under his feet were shattered several times, and a cloud of smoke and dust was stirred up.

Lord Iga waved his hand and sneered: "Xiao Beichen, the thirteen Taibao golden bell jars of Great Xia's horizontal training, but that's it." It can only resist my thirty-eight hands to shake the mountain. ”

"The last hand is for the strongest. You resist with your body, and there is no life ......"

Before he finished speaking, the smoke and dust had dissipated, revealing Xiao Beichen who was unharmed inside.

"Huh? Actually blocked my thirty-nine hands to shake the mountain? Lord Iga was slightly surprised: "It seems that your cultivation realm has indeed stepped into the Nine Stars." Stepping into the Nine Stars at the age of twenty was a little unexpected to me. But that's about it. ”

Xiao Beichen patted the dust on his body very calmly, and said lightly: "Shaking the mountain with thirty-nine hands, I can't even talk about embroidering legs." Let's just use forty-eight hands. Let me see the means by which Qianxiong crossed the sea on Chinese New Year's Eve. ”

"Well, you are worthy of seeing my forty-eight hands. Today, you can die under the hands of my forty-eight shaking mountains, which is a blessing that you have cultivated in eight lifetimes. Lord Iga snorted coldly.

Swish!

His hands are horizontal, and palm prints of various shapes and powers are shot one after another outside his body.

Palm prints swirled and flew around the body like a tornado, tearing through the sky with a piercing popping sound.

With each additional hand, the tornado became stronger.

By the time it was the fortieth palm, it had far exceeded the previous thirty-nine palms.

After that, the momentum soared all the way.

After the forty-eighth palm, the palm prints surround each other, connecting end to end, forming a closed loop. The power fused and turned into a palm print tornado.

Compared with the previous thirty-nine palms, how can it be twice as powerful?

Lord Iga was very satisfied with all this, and his hands controlled the palm print tornado, domineering: "Forty-eight hands, self-contained, more powerful." That's three times more than the previous 39 hands. ”

"This is the peerless method that Lord Yachio used to dominate Zhonghai back then."

"Shake the mountain first, the mountain wave together!"

When the words fell, Lord Iga slapped his palm.

Bang!

The palm print tornado, with a shock wave, like a heavy mountain, swept twenty meters and rushed wildly.

Roll up dust and tear the earth apart.

Unstoppable!

Everyone in the audience was stunned and shocked.

Han Mo, the Eight-Star Great Perfection Grandmaster, was stunned: "This is the peerless power of the Nine-Star Early Stage Great Grandmaster?" This is the means of the twenty Chinese New Year's Eve Qianxiong to dominate the Zhonghai?! ”

"It's so terrifying, who can resist it?"

Han Mo slumped on the ground, in awe: "An Iga lord is so strong. How terrible must the real Yachio be? The East China Sea, it's terrible. I, Han Mo, can surrender to such a peerless powerhouse in this life, and I am fortunate to have three lives! ”

"Xiao Beichen, Xiao Beichen, in the face of such a peerless mountain wave, what is the difference between you and the ants? Who is there to say that I made the wrong choice? You...... How naïve! ”

In the blink of an eye, the peerless dragon scroll palm print carried by Shan Bo had already rushed in front of Xiao Beichen.

Xiao Beichen's pupils shrank: "Is this the power of the forty-eight hands of shaking the mountain?" Although the true meaning of the forty-eight hands is okay, your understanding is too poor, and you can only understand the surface after all. ”

"If Ya Chio personally uses these forty-eight hands, he may be able to play with me. But you, no! ”

After saying that, Xiao Beichen suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the palm print tornado.

As if, the entire palm print tornado was captured.

"Things change to stars!"

Grabbing the palm print dragon scroll, he slammed it to his side.

The terrifying power of the forty-eight hand tornadoes that shook the mountain actually followed Xiao Beichen's gestures. Finally, in the direction of Xiao Beichen's finger, he blatantly bombarded the hall of the Zhenwu Academy.

The hall is shattered!

Collapse!

Lord Iga, who had always been calm, changed his face at this moment: "How is it possible?!!! ”

This is a blow to my own strength.

Forty-eight hands to shake the mountain, the mountain wave together!

The peerless attack was directly unloaded by Xiao Beichen?!

"Let Yachio come in person, maybe you can have a hand with me. You...... Mole Ant! Xiao Beichen took a step forward: "Lord Iga, since I have already learned the power of the forty-eight hands of the mountain. Then, you can also teach me the three forms. ”

When the words fell, Xiao Beichen raised his right foot.

Such as lifting a truck.

"Orange Martial Seventy-two Style, Third Style, Great Earthquake!"

Again, stomp on the earth.

Bang!

The earth shook and the air roared.

A huge crack exploded, stretching towards Lord Iga.

Lord Iga was shocked, and instinctively resisted with a backhand. But he was still ten meters repelled by the peerless shock force brought by the crack, and his whole body was numb and his face was pale. His legs and feet were trembling, and if he hadn't endured it, he would have collapsed on the ground.

How can it be so strong?

In my mind, I am full of horror!

Xiao Beichen stood in place like a god of war, and continued to raise his right hand and clasp it in the air.

"Orange Martial Seventy-two Style, Fourth Style, Eagle Strikes the Air."

The moment the words fell, the eagle hissed in the sky.

An internal force was like an eagle striking the sky, with a terrifying roaring power, and it slammed into Lord Iga.

Before the attack arrived, Lord Iga was already trembling with fear.

"How can it be so strong?! It's twice as strong as my forty-eight hands that shake the mountain! What the hell is this?! ”

Lord Iga roared, full of disbelief.

The eagle strike came too fast, and Lord Iga didn't have time to dodge. I had to condense the forty-eight hands again and resist hard.

Rumble!!

Eagle strikes an invincible opponent in the air.

Forty-eight hands, broken.

The mountain wave is broken!

And the aftermath of the eagle's strike in the air continued unabated, piercing the chest of Lord Iga.

Poof!

Lord Iga's body shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then he stood motionless.

Left, the eagle roared in the sky.

"No, it can't be!" Lord Iga vomited blood while slowly kneeling on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and stared at Xiao Beichen: "You are only twenty years old, how can you have such terrifying strength!" No way!!! ”

"It took me fifty years of penance to get to where I am today. You're only twenty years old...... Burst! ”

Lord Iga, angry and bloody, blood soaring again.

Unwillingness, roaring, grief, fear......

Two styles, defeat the great master of the early stage of the Nine Stars!

This...... What is the concept?

Terrifying!

Han Mo, who was not far away, was even more like seeing a devil, his body lost his support, and he collapsed on the ground: "Defeat the Great Grandmaster of the Early Stage of the Nine Stars in two moves!! How so...... How could Xiao Beichen's strength be so strong? Impossible! ”

Han Xiao was stunned by this scene, lying on the ground trembling, his voice trembling: "This guy, how can he defeat Lord Iga...... He's only twenty years old!! ”

The surrounding heroes, looking at Xiao Beichen's gaze, were all like looking at a demon.

Huh!

A sigh.

Xiao Beichen, who was about to make a move at the third style, slowly withdrew his hand and stood with his back on his back: "Originally, I prepared three styles for you." But you can only take two types. It's so disappointing. ”

Click!

Lord Iga gritted his teeth violently, and finally lowered his head: "Xiao Beichen, I underestimated you after all. Today's events, I admit it. Zhenwuyuan, I won't take over. ”

"This is an invitation for my majestic dojo to reopen in three days. Please come to the top of Lingyan Mountain...... Ceremony. ”

He struggled to stand up and respectfully handed over a red expensive invitation.

Xiao Beichen didn't reach out to pick it up.

Lord Iga said, "This is an invitation written by Lord Yachio himself. Please sir, open it and take a look. ”

Oh?

Written by Yachio himself?

Xiao Beichen became a little interested at this time, took the invitation, and opened it to take a look.

Two lines of eye-catching large characters leap onto the page.

- Xiao Beichen, three days later, this seat reopened the majestic dojo. Come, come and bow down. Otherwise, die!

Signed, night Qianxiong.

The brush is used, and every word is powerful through the back of the paper, showing the shocking cultivation and sword intent.

Even Xiao Beichen could feel the extraordinary sword intent on the handwriting through the invitation. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

You must know that the average calligraphy master can practice calligraphy for decades before he can penetrate the back of the paper on rice paper.

But that's just rice paper.

And this invitation is made of a very hard and thick paper shell.

The words on it are even more powerful through the back of the paper!

Behind the paper shell of the invitation, you can see the penetrated handwriting.

Terror!

With this alone, he knew that Ye Qianxiong's true strength had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even the five Iga lords combined can't be compared.

Not to mention five, even ten may not be comparable.

Xiao Beichen was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "It's a little interesting." Since arriving in Zhonghai, I have finally met someone who can handle it. ”

Syllable!

I closed the invitation and tore it to shreds.

Lord Iga was shocked: "You dare to shred the invitation written by Lord Yachio himself...... Xiao Beichen, don't you dare to go to the top of Lingyan Mountain in three days? ”

Xiao Beichen took advantage of the situation to throw the invitation into the air, letting thousands of confetti fall with the wind.

"Three days later, I should go to Lingyan Mountain. But, that's just what I want to go. Not at the invitation of his night chio. ”

"Because, Ye Qianxiong, a villain in the East China Sea, is not qualified to invite me."

"You !!" Lord Iga was angry and wanted to say something crazy, but after seeing Xiao Beichen's eyes, he didn't dare to say it after all. Instead, he said, "Okay, you're crazy enough." Three days later, I will be waiting for you to arrive at the top of Lingyan Mountain. ”

"I can't suppress you, but you're no different from an ant in front of Lord Yachio! I'm waiting!! ”

After saying that, Lord Iga turned around and left angrily.

didn't take two steps, and Xiao Beichen's cold voice came from behind him: "I allow you to go?" ”

Lord Iga's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned around and endured his temper and said, "Is there anything else Mr. Xiao has to do?" ”

Xiao Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly: "I want to borrow something from you." ”

Lord Iga was a little hairy when Xiao Beichen looked at him, and he couldn't help but wave his hand angrily: "Sir's strength is above me, let alone borrowing something." It's okay to borrow a hundred things. Please speak. ”

Xiao Beichen slowly raised his right hand and pointed at Lord Iga's head.

Lord Iga looked left and right, as if he didn't know what Xiao Beichen was referring to.

Xiao Beichen said: "Don't look at it, what I want to borrow is your head!" ”

"You dare, I'm the most important person in the night......" Lord Iga was furious.

However, before he finished speaking, Xiao Beichen suddenly appeared in front of him with a sliding step, made a knife with his hand, and cut off Lord Iga's head.

Raise his hand again and kill more than a dozen East China Sea warriors behind him.

Picked up Lord Iga's head and slowly walked in front of Han Mo: "Han Mo, you kneeling and licking East China Sea boss, I will kill you with a snap of your fingers." Serve?! ”