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Su Liu looked up to the sky and laughed, stepped on the ground with his feet, his back was straight, just like a piece of flying flotsam, spinning out as lightly as nothing, and the group of heroes saw a jade crown and white clothes flying in the air, long hair dancing wildly, the posture was chic and casual, like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon.

I couldn't help but light up in my eyes and was amazed. Some people who don't know each other have asked their friends who this man in white is.

Mao Eighteen did not take the stage with Su Liu, he sat alone at the table in Jiangsu Province, laughed heartily at this time, and said: "This jade-crowned white-robed knife is the white-robed knife that carried a knife into the Forbidden City in the past. ”

Old Man Wu also smiled slightly, and said left and right: "This little brother is the one who worships the head of the owl, and after five years, his martial arts have become more and more sophisticated, which is unimaginable." ”

The heroes suddenly realized that Su Liu's battle in the Forbidden City five years ago had already spread the word that the story of him fighting side by side with Chen Jinnan and others had become a story told by storytellers after dinner.

Looking at the bearing of this jade-crowned white-robed son, he is like a fairy.

"It's him!"

Someone on the pavilion that Zeng Rou pointed to as the chief helmsman of the Heaven and Earth Society whispered, and then fell silent.

Not only did he react in one place, almost everyone was paying attention to Suliu.

On the pavilion of the Mongol prince, a lama frowned and said:

"The prince, it's him, who killed Master Bayan, as well as Master Changqi who went to Wutai Mountain."

The short, fat and swarthy second prince of Mongolia sneered and commanded in a low voice, "Of the thirteen of your tantric masters, there are still ten left, all go down and kill this person." ”

The ten lamas on the pavilion were ordered to retreat, and the second prince poked out from the pavilion and shouted, "Master Sangjie." Give him all his might, and don't let him underestimate your tantric methods. ”

Sang Jie stands alone with his left foot, and his right foot is raised, answering loudly; "Yes, Second Prince." As he spoke, he pulled out a small needle with cow hair from the big toe of his right foot with his right hand, only to see that its color was inky black, his heart sank, and he was a little frightened: "You still use poison?" ”

Su Liu had already landed on the high platform at this time, and he didn't make a move. Instead, he looked at him for a long time; "My flying needles are never toxic."

Sang Jie heard Su Liu say that it was not poisonous, he treated people with himself, he didn't believe it in his heart, and secretly used his internal force, and sure enough, there was no slightest condensation, but after a big battle, the internal force had not yet reached its peak.

Su Liu saw through his mind at a glance and said with a smile; "What Samgyel Lama. Just pranayama, and in the next one, I will teach you the peak of the Esoteric Mahamudra divine skill. ”

Lama Sangjie sat down cross-legged on the spot with a solemn face. He said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will definitely use the most powerful Mahamudra Divine Skill to take off your head with my own hands to show respect." ”

Suliu smiled faintly. said to Situ He in the audience: "Situ, how can you be without wine in this hearty battle?" ”

Stuarley laughed. Road; "He'er, serve wine to this young man, and take out my eighteen-year-old daughter red from the wine cellar!"

Situ He exclaimed; "Father, this is Senior Sister Rou's dowry, you"

Situ Boley waved his hand and said categorically: "The son must be famous and drunk, this son is bold and heroic, but I don't know what his ability is, if Rou'er and her father are alive, he will definitely do the same at this time, quickly." ”

Situ He was ordered to retreat, and after a short time, another futon and more than a dozen jars of wine were placed on the high platform.

The mud seal has not been opened, the aroma of the wine has been revealed, Su Liu patted the mud seal with one hand, looked up, and made a gurgling sound, and after a while, the eighteen-year-old daughter red of the altar was all into Su Liu's belly.

"Good wine!"

Su Liu only felt that his chest was extremely happy, and his true qi was running, and the internal force was even more fierce and blazing than before~ hotter.

It was completely dark, and only the lights were burning lonely. After waiting for more than half an hour, Sang Jie took the next elixir of Pranayama, he tried to operate his internal force cautiously, and found that he had reached his peak state before he stood up.

"It's a pity, you're about to die at my hands."

Lama Sangjie sighed, the sleeves of the red robe vibrate, his hands reached out, folded in front of his chest, and read something in his mouth, which was about the secret words of a sect of Esoteric Buddhism.

"Okay, today's situation, don't die or disperse."

Su Liu smiled faintly and said, Lama Sangjie nodded, did not speak, his body ran over in a strange way, his feet were on the ground a little, and he flew over, he raised his hands, and the red robe on his body covered the two of them, and made a strange gesture, pressing Su Liu's left chest and right abdomen, its momentum was like thunder, the palm wind was agitated, whirring, and it actually made Su Liu's skin hurt.

The great mudra magic of the tantric lineage really has some doorways.

It's just that Su Liu didn't panic at all, his right hand led and led, purple and black disappeared, and the palm of his right hand did not try to disassemble the move of the mulberry knot, but stepped forward to try his internal strength.

"The kid is arrogant, and the Buddha also has this intention!"

Lama Sangjie smiled slightly, and said in his heart: You are a young boy, but you want to test the internal strength of the Buddha, but you can't help it, so you can't blame me.

The palms of his left hand, each of which formed a strange gesture seal, slammed into Su Liu, so strange and fierce.

Qunhao's heart tightened, and he saw Su Liu's right palm slowly pushed out, as if it was empty, it looked like a light and fluttering palm, and there were not many changes, and there was no internal force attached to it.

The left palm was raised quickly and exquisitely, which was exactly the meaning of not retreating or evading, and wanting to pair with Sang.

Just see who has the most palm power!

Someone exclaimed, "What is this son doing, his light skills are already extremely high, why don't you take a dodge detour to avoid this big handprint?" ”

"This son's palm is fluttering, why doesn't he seem to use internal force to take the lama's palm?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that such a character is about to lose."

"Alas, I don't blame this son, it's that this lama's martial arts are too high, and even Feng is not an opponent of Feng Laoxian, I just hope that President Chen can suppress him."

For a while, the moment Su Liu's palm was released, Qunhao's heart tumbled over I don't know how many thoughts, and they generally felt sorry for Su Liu.

There was a faint sigh from the pavilion of the chief helmsman of the Heaven and Earth Society: "What a divine palm that seems to be empty but not empty!" ”

At the moment when the two of them met their palms, the ecstasy on Sang Jie's face flashed rapidly, and the corners of Su Liu's mouth smiled shallowly, and in the light of his eyes, the purple aura was clear.

"Bang!"

The two of them did not have the slightest change in their backs, but the result was eye-popping.

Master Sangjie, who is known as the master of the Esoteric Mahamudra Divine Skill, has reached the pinnacle of his spiritual skills, and the cold sweat on his forehead is bigger than a soybean, and his eyes are full of horror, and he exclaims in a trembling voice: "How is it possible! ”

As he spoke, the person flew out upside down, only to feel that his chest was suffocated, his arms were numb, his palms hung softly on both sides, the joints had obviously been shaken off, and the whole person flew out of several meters in a row, and fell to the stage with a bang, spitting blood, and fell to the ground, trembling violently.

How can it be!?

Qunhao's eyes widened, and he looked at Su Liu standing on the high platform in disbelief, just because Sang Jie had fallen to the ground, raised his hand and pointed at Su Liu, and said, "You"

He still wanted to struggle to get up, but he only felt that there was another extremely cold attack between his heart and lungs, like a knife, his heart and lungs seemed to be completely separated, and he felt a sudden pain, he couldn't help but tilt his head, vomit blood, and only said the word "you", and before he finished speaking, he was already exhausted.

One palm, one slap killed!? (To be continued......)