"Good!"

Feng Lin knew that this battle was not only related to life and death, but also related to the safety of martial arts, so he did not refuse, took the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword, and arrived on the field in a flash, and his light skill speed was so fast, it had really reached the sensational realm!

The Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword is a divine weapon of the same level as the Dragon Sword, and I saw that the sword was slightly transparent, and there was a circle of cold air around it, and ordinary martial artists would have a big headache just to deal with this wave of cold air.

"Good sword! It's a pity that this kind of cold can only be used as a tonic for the old man! ”

Meng Shentong put his hands behind his back, he cultivated with the Yin Qi of Shura in his body, which was already the most powerful cold qi in the world, and the cold qi on the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword could deal with others, but it was no obstacle for him.

"Humph!"

Feng Lin snorted coldly, and the cathawk pounce on the longitudinal technique was cast, and he jumped behind Meng Shentong, and the anti-Tianshan sword technique was continuously used, and the tip of the sword was cold and cold, not leaving the vital point of Meng Shentong's body.

I saw that Meng Shentong's hands were like iron, and he kept slapping, swinging away the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword.

In the end, his Shura body has not yet been completely completed, and he does not dare to use his body to forcibly connect with a divine blade like the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword.

After three moves in a row, Meng Shen said: "It's a pity that Tang Xiaolan will be in the future, otherwise the old man would really want him to see my magic skills!" ”

As soon as the word Shengong came out, Meng Shentong's palms were instantly as black as ink, wrapped in the cold wind, like a whining ghost crying.

In the awe-inspiring evil spirit, the temperature around him plummeted, and it seemed that he had suddenly come to the cold winter wax moon, dripping into ice.

Feng Lin couldn't help but shudder, her body protection divine skills had already reached the realm of cold and heat, and even the cold of the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword could be resisted, but as soon as she got close to Meng Shentong, she still felt that her blood was condensing all over her body, and her limbs were stiff.

The cold air continued to overflow, and even some of the junior disciples who were watching the battle couldn't help but tremble, their lips were blue, and they were injured by the evil qi.

The Venerable Master of the Righteous Path, who was publicly promoted outside the court, frowned, and looked at each other with the Jinguang Master next to him, and blurted out: "This is ...... Is this Shura's Yin Sha Gong? How can it be more sinister and terrifying than rumors? ”

Everyone outside the field is like this, and Feng Lin in the field is naturally even more uncomfortable, even the light skills have slowed down a lot, and the sword in his wrist is not as flexible as before.

"Boom...... Give me this sword! ”

Meng Shentong suddenly came out with both hands, and his ink-black palm grabbed the blade of the sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

He transported all the strength of the Shura Yin Evil Divine Skill to the palm of his hand, and urged the Shura Gong to the limit, and a pair of fleshy palms were no longer under any divine weapons, and immediately grabbed Feng Lin's divine weapon whose true strength had been greatly reduced.

"I ......"

Feng Lin just wanted to draw his sword and retreat, when he suddenly felt a cold aura coming from the sword body that was ten times stronger than the cold air around him.

This cold power is extremely fierce, and even the sword can see a faint black!

It's Meng Shentong! After he grabbed the blade of the sword, he used the Yin Sha Gong, and under the use of things to transmit the power, the Yin Sha Gong power emitted was ten times stronger than that of striking out of thin air?

Finally, Feng Lin was alert and unmatched, and after realizing that something was wrong, he suddenly let go, and a 'thin-breasted and skillful cloud' retreated a few feet, flew out of the field, his lips were open, and he fell to the ground before he could speak, his face was purple.

"Auntie?"

Tang Jingtian and Gui Bing'e both grabbed it, and seeing that the gray and black qi on Feng Lin's face had climbed to the center of her eyebrows, she couldn't help but be even more afraid, and hurriedly fed her a few pills of Biling Pill to take it.

"What a powerful poison skill!"

Master Emei Jinguang is the head of the five elders of the Central Plains at this time, and after coming to take a look, he also gasped: "This is just borrowing things to pass on the skills, if it is really opposite to Meng Shentong's flesh palm, I'm afraid it will ......."

"Damn!"

Seeing that Meng Shentong had injured her aunt, Gui Bing'e, the Glacier Heavenly Maiden, snatched her sword again, stretched out her hand and flicked it, and seven Ice Spirit Divine Bullets flew out, whining!

This magic bullet is the Glacier Heavenly Maiden from the Qianzhang Ice Cave under the Ice Palace, extracting the Ice Spirit Elite and condensing it, which has always been no disadvantage to the enemy.

Who knew that Meng Shentong didn't dodge or dodge, and suddenly opened a big mouth, swallowed all the Ice Spirit Divine Bullets, and laughed: "Good thing, it's comparable to seven Ten Perfect Tonic Pills!" ”

"This person is powerful, I'm afraid only my parents can deal with it!"

Tang Jingtian whispered in Gui Bing'e's ear, Gui Bing'e also knew that his martial arts were just restrained by Meng Shentong, his face turned pale, and he and Tang Jingtian retreated into the crowd with Feng Lin in their arms.

"Meng Shentong, you are rampant!"

An old man jumped into the field again, and everyone recognized it as Wu Tianlang of the Kunlun faction, and his face couldn't help but lift.

Although this Kunlun faction does not enter the six major factions of the Central Plains, but that is because martial arts are transmitted from the Western Regions, both good and evil, but in the Central Plains martial arts is known as the prestige, Wu Tianlang is known as the first master of Kunlun, eighty years old, a body of kung fu has entered the realm, it can be said that in the right way is second only to Pain Zen, Jin Guang, two martial arts Taishan Beidou masters!

At this time, as soon as he made a move, he struck out with both palms in a row, and he was wrapped in a rolling heat wave.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that his two hands were actually burned red, like a soldering iron, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that this Wu Tianlang saw that Meng Shentong's cold and poisonous palm was powerful, so he specially wore the silk gloves on his hands, and burned them red with flames, at this time, the yang and internal force in the palm of his palm continued to gush out, and the temperature of the gloves outside did not drop, which was really a few points hotter than coal.

He had this help before he dared to come out to fight against Meng Shentong.

At this time, these hands were grabbed out, and the heat was really pressing, and it seemed to dispel a lot of cold.

"Carving insect skills!" Meng Shentong laughed, he didn't dodge or dodge, he also slapped it with both palms!

Whew...... Everyone only felt a gust of cold wind blowing, cold and biting, and couldn't help but shiver, the cold wind passed, the orange and red gloves on Wu Tianlang's hands were instantly extinguished, and there was not even a trace of green smoke, and they heard two crisp sounds of rattling and grinning, Wu Tianlang's hands were broken, and he fainted screaming.

"Haha...... Who else? ”

Meng Shentong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and the sound shook the four wilds.

If it was Meng Shentong before, he would still have a little bit of face for Wu Tianlang, a martial arts celebrity who is both good and evil, but now as his Shura's Yin Evil Divine Skill is deepening day by day, and it is a fierce battle, his temperament has become more and more extreme and crazy.

"He ......"

Gu Zhihua's face in the audience was miserable, and he saw that Meng Shentong also had an extra burn on his hand, but he himself didn't notice it, and it seemed that even the pain had disappeared, and he couldn't help but cry.

"He's gone mad!"

Jin Shiyi said on the side: "I'm afraid it's all the ghosts of that ancient evil emperor!" ”

"We agreed on seven games, and now I have won three games, if you lose the next game, then you can only do what you promise and serve me as the leader of the martial arts alliance...... Ha ha...... Haha......"

Meng Shentong laughed wildly, but said again, his mind seemed to be sober but not lucid, like crazy but not crazy, which was quite strange.

Tong Chan and Jin Guang looked at each other, although they had seen many examples of going mad, but people like Meng Shentong had never seen anything like this!

But he didn't know that this Meng Shentong's fire attack was caused by the main world's Shura's Yin Evil Divine Skill, and Fang Ming deliberately sent Qiao Beiming's secret note, although the method of lifting the fire on it was not quite right, but it also had a little effect, and it made Meng Shentong what he is now.

"Master Meng, the old man is here to learn your peerless magic skills!"

At this time, the situation had reached a point of no return, and everyone present also set their eyes on the Venerable Master and Master Jinguang, who had the highest martial arts and the most respected virtue.

Master Jinguang took a few steps forward, and somehow reached the center of the field, and this light skill of shrinking the ground into inches won the applause of the audience.

He and the Venerable Master of Pain Zen are the same Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, side by side, for decades, never fought with others, at this time, when the appearance of the scene, it was really extraordinary, the eyes of the audience, were focused on him, the mood of the heroes were like a tight bowstring, all know that this duel between Master Jinguang and Meng Shentong is not only related to the face of the Central Plains martial arts, but also a battle of life and death!

"Master Meng Shi, please!" Master Jinguang folded his hands, and the body protection divine skill naturally formed a defense.

"The old bald donkey will fight if he wants to fight!" Meng Shentong's eyebrows flashed blue and black, and he suddenly slapped a palm, which was really like thunder, and it came in the blink of an eye, wrapped in ice and snow, freezing people's hearts and spleens.

Master Jinguang stood like a mountain, and when Meng Shentong's palm arrived, his right palm also drew a half-arc, which seemed to be a slight stroke, but it blocked Meng Shentong's inevitable path.

The palms were handed over, the thunder was rolling, the Golden Light Master took three steps back, and Meng Shentong's body shook and returned to normal.

Master Jinguang said miserably: "The donor is so good at kung fu, the old man can only sacrifice his life to accompany him today!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, you must know that Master Jinguang is in his seventies, he has been a monk since he was a child, and he has diligently cultivated Emei's authentic inner family mind, and he has been tired of more than 60 years of skills, is it extraordinary? actually admitted that he was invincible with one move, and it seemed that he was even more determined to throw his life here.

On the spot, there were a few decent leaders with swords in their hands, thinking that they must save Master Jinguang no matter what, and they couldn't care about it even if they swarmed up.

"Haha...... Death to the bald donkey! ”

Meng Shentong pressed forward step by step, and struck out another palm, and the Golden Light Master withdrew three steps again, his eyebrows were snow-white and crystalline, and the frost actually condensed, and a mouthful of purple blood gushed out.

"Stop!"

Knowing that if Meng Shentong made a third palm, Master Jinguang would be beaten to death here, the Venerable Master of Pain immediately burst into a loud cry and attacked Meng Shentong's ears with the supreme lion's roar.

Whoosh!

The figure flashed wildly, but it was the Great Compassion Zen Master at the head of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats, as well as Wudang Lei Zhenzi, the beggar gang leader Yi Zhongmu, Tang Jingtian and others rushed up, and all kinds of iron crutches and long swords surrounded Meng Shentong.

Meng Shentong's junior disciple Yang Chifu and a group of demons scolded the famous and decent people for being despicable and shameless, and they rushed up if they couldn't beat them, but they were also stopped by other decent disciples, and they couldn't rush to the rescue for a while.

"Despicable villain, how could I, Meng Shentong, be afraid of you and others?"

Although Meng Shentong was surrounded by a group, the look on his face did not have the slightest worry, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound shook in the four fields, and his body suddenly rose a few points, his complexion was blue and black, and his eyes emitted a fierce light, just like the bloody Shura underground!

"Today, I want you to become the souls of my Shura's Yin Evil Divine Skill!" (To be continued.) )