The Netherworld's Xuanming Divine Palm can also be regarded as a great mastery that resounded outside the plug, and at this moment, in order to deal with Zhou Yi, he exerted his full strength, and his true qi was like the North Sea, raging in the ocean, cold to the bone.

The cold wind howled, and even the moisture in the air around him formed traces of ice particles under the extremely cold air. As the power worked, a faint frost mark gradually covered the white jade-like palm of the Netherworld.

Zhou Yiran was not afraid, and slapped out with one palm, and this palm slowly hit out like a slow motion, connecting with the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Netherworld.

The palms intersected, and the ghost only felt that his hands were soft, as if he was hitting on cotton, and it seemed to be hitting in the air.

When he was in Wudang Mountain, Zhou Yi specialized in the kung fu of this palm, and gradually advanced by leaps and bounds with the internal force, but he felt more and more that there were countless mysteries in this palm.

Zhou Yi mainly uses the cotton palm technique, mixed with other tricks. For a while, it was airtight. And the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Netherworld is really a martial art that has been tempered for thousands of years, just one set of Xuanming Divine Palm has changed the color of the heavens and the earth, and for a while it seems to have entered the Nine Cold Heavens.

The speed of the two moves is so fast that there is almost only an afterimage left, and dozens of moves have passed. Suddenly, Zhou Yi didn't think twice at all and met with his palms, and his palms intersected, and Zhou Yi immediately felt that something was wrong.

The two palms were connected, and in the palm of the netherworld, a sword qi suddenly burst out, Zhou Yi's soft palm was most afraid of the sharp palm power like sword qi, Zhou Yi's right hand immediately gurgled and bled out, and when the blood came out, it turned into frost.

Zhou Yi knew that something was wrong, his left hand pushed forward with all his might, and he hurriedly withdrew a few zhang out of thin air before he could avoid the range of the palm power of the Netherworld, and after a short rest, Zhou Yi's current cultivation of the Nine Heavens True Scripture has reached the level of the eighth chapter, and when it comes to recovering internal strength, there are few miracles of white bones and raw flesh, but only a few breaths, the wound quickly stopped bleeding and scabbed, leaving only a faint scar.

A careless move suddenly made Zhou Yi serious, the opponent in front of him was a strong master outside the plug, how could he wait to ignore it!

With this in mind, Zhou Yi moved slowly, and then his hands, shoulders and back, chest and abdomen, elbows and knees, and everything seemed to be round and round.

"True Martial Yuan Qi Fist! Don't hesitate to teach! ”

Netherworld didn't answer, but the offensive in his hand became more and more intense, and suddenly, the true qi in the dantian surged all over his body, unimpeded. A cold aura immediately emanated from the top and bottom of the mixed body, and a cold light flashed above his hands, and he saw that the Netherworld's palms stretched out flatly, and he suddenly struck forward with one palm.

A powerful true qi erupted from his palm in an instant, and the true qi erupted from his palm, instantly freezing everything within a few zhang range in front of him.

However, this did not affect Zhou Yi at all, I saw his hands whirling, and a ring-shaped qi wall resisted all the energy around him, and then under Zhou Yi's almost heaven and man suction and unloading skills, it quietly disappeared invisibility.

Seeing that a move was fruitless, the ghost looked a little annoyed, and hurriedly flew again, his body turned in the air, and the chain legs instantly knocked out dozens of times. Powerful Xuan Ming True Qi erupted from the soles of his feet, and dozens of frost-covered pits were suddenly punched out by him on the ground.

However, this onslaught still failed to break through Zhou Yi's defensive circle, but a strange sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of Nether's mouth, and a playful voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh! Wudang's defensive circle really deserves its reputation, but it's a pity that you can prevent my poison! Is it? ”

As soon as the Netherworld's voice fell, in Zhou Yi's Nine Heavens True Qi Wall, a shocking purple poisonous gas suddenly flowed violently, and began to surge towards Zhou Yi with a corrupt and cold poison, it can be imagined that being touched by that disgusting thing, the end was definitely far beyond imagination!

The Xuanming Divine Palm is from the Hundred Damage Dao people, and he must be aware of the poisonous methods of the three indiscriminate ones, like this Xuan Ming Divine Palm that condenses his lifelong learning and creation is an immortal study of both cold and poison.

It's just that in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", Lu Zhu Ke and Hebi Weng can only practice separately due to their limited qualifications, one practice cold and one practice poison, and the two almost advance and retreat together, although they can simulate the palm power characteristics of cold poison, but after all, they are biased, so Zhang Wuji can be proud of the world.

And now in the hands of the Netherworld, this extremely evil, cold and poisonous Xuanming Divine Palm has finally been able to see the light of day, and his opponent is the descendant of Zhang Sanfeng, who defeated the Hundred Losses Daoist that day!

When Zhou Yi heard this, he didn't look a little surprised, his brows, which had been tightening, unexpectedly stretched, and he said, "Oh? Do you like to play with drugs? ”

Before the words fell, Zhou Yi's hands, which had been in a defensive state, suddenly shook suddenly, forming a mysterious meaning like hugging the sun and the moon.

Within the circular qi wall around his body, all the Xuan Ming cold qi and the purple weird poisonous gas that had accumulated followed Zhou Yi's rapid dance, suddenly spun up, and the speed gradually increased, and then all converged between Zhou Yi's palms!

Zhou Yican's star-like eyes slowly raised, looking directly at the darkness in front of him, and his voice full of laughter suddenly broke through the wind: "So, I'll give it all back to you now?" ”

Suddenly, his right arm sank slightly, and his body popped forward like a spring. The "True Martial Yuan Qi Fist" that poured everything suddenly rolled out along Zhou Yi's fist!

The darkness was horrified in his eyes, this punch came so fast that he had no room to dodge, so he had to barely raise his arm to resist.

The incomparable fist of the True Martial Yuan Qi Fist violently impacted at the moment of the Netherworld Arm, making a dull sound, and the unprecedented penetration and concussive power quickly spread!

"Click!"

Netherworld only felt a sudden sharp pain in his forearm, from the tendons to the bones, and was hurt by the surging Jiuxiao Zhenjin. The infiltrating dark energy of the influx was even more like a mountain flood bursting a levee, as if it was about to shake all the skeletal tendons around him, but before he could recover from this intense pain, the highly poisonous purple qi had already come to his face.

Where the purple qi passed, a terrifying mutation immediately began to appear. On the exposed skin, a large and disgusting strange lump had begun to appear, and if it was seen by a dense phobia, I am afraid that it would be frightened to vomit on the spot, and the heart-rending shouts suddenly resounded throughout the wilderness.

The young man dressed in white slowly came to the wind, looking at the tragic and terrifying netherworld, he couldn't help but shake his head, and the murmuring sound echoed in the night wind for a long time.

"Harm others will end up harming yourself!"

"Whoosh! Syllable! Zhou Yi's fingers rubbed slightly, and a brilliant firelight suddenly rose into the sky, blooming the most beautiful fireworks above the starry night sky. (To be continued.) )