This Sumeru palm power is heavy, the strength is powerful, the pine trees on both sides are swept away, and from time to time there is a sound of clattering and breaking. But the figure of the man was floating, and he did not fight with his strength, but only spread his body to fight with him.

In less than a pillar of incense, the original yuan has gradually lost the upper hand. And what surprised Ben Yuan the most was that he hadn't seen a single sword technique in his own sect within dozens of moves, all of which were common moves in the rivers and lakes.

The Great Sumeru palm consumes the most internal strength, and he fights more than 100 moves, and the original yuan has some strength, but that person is still at ease. The more Ben Yuan fought, the more frightened he became, and he wanted to get out several times, but was blocked by the sword qi. In the middle of the fight, he jumped up suddenly, jumped into the air, like a dragon, and struck down in the air, covering the man with palm force. This is his most proud move, the green dragon goes to sea, the power is great, and the power is incomparable.

He thought that the man would dodge and take the opportunity to escape, but the man raised his hand and slapped it at him. He was shocked in his heart, his Great Sumeru palm is extremely powerful, and this person is good at swordsmanship, but he has given up his long... Just thinking about it, the second palm had been connected, only to hear a snapping sound, as soon as the man retreated, he stopped, but Ben Yuan was shocked and flew into the air, turning two somersaults in a row, and Fang unloaded most of his strength. After landing on the ground, I still felt the blood surging in my chest, and I couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Although his chest hurts, it is far less than the shock in his heart, this person has such a strong palm, why has he been hiding it clumsily, and his internal strength seems to be 。。。。。。

After only a moment's hesitation, the man's long sword trembled, and the tip of the sword was already on the Yutang acupoint on his chest, and his true qi couldn't be lifted and couldn't move. The man pointed his sword at his throat and said, "How is it?" Master Benyuan, do you say yes?" Benyuan said in a deep voice: "Who are you in the end, how can you be that... ”

The man shouted: "Master Benyuan, don't ask who I am, do you say yes?" Benyuan said: "The poor monk really doesn't know, and he has nothing to say." The man said, "It seems that if you don't suffer a little, you won't say it." With a wave of the sword, with a bang, he cut off the two fingers of Ben Yuan's left hand, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out some white powder, and applied it to the wound. Suddenly, there was a loud sneer, and a puff of white smoke came out of the broken finger of the original yuan. But I saw that the two fingers kept shortening, and in a moment, the second finger was eroded, and then the palm of the hand, the corrosion became faster and faster. Benyuan's whole body trembled, and his eyes were wide open.

The man said coldly: "Master Benyuan, does it taste good, do you say yes or not, as long as you say it, I will heal you immediately." Otherwise, you will be reduced to a puddle of pus, and your bones will be gone. Ben Yuan gritted his teeth and said: "Thief, I have nothing to say." "The teeth rattle in the mouth.

Xuanmeng, who was hiding behind the stone, saw this scene, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out.

After a while, Benyuan's palm was rotten, followed by his forearm. The man still looked at Ben Yuan coldly and said, "Master Ben Yuan, please say it, why suffer this sin?" "Phew", Ben Yuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The man was so hard that he was spit on the veil covering his face, and he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it, but unexpectedly, the veil was lifted and half of his face was revealed. When Ben Yuan saw it, he was shocked: "It turned out to be you." The man said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's me." Ben Yuan said bitterly: "I see. Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and it was cut off from the meridians.

The man didn't expect that Ben Yuan would die by cutting off his meridians, and he hurriedly stretched out his palm to put his hand on the acupoint on his chest, but Ben Yuan's heart and veins had stopped, and his breathing had stopped. Seeing that his efforts had been in vain, the man couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and with a wave of his sword, he cut Ben Yuan in two, and poured out a lot of powder from the bottle and sprinkled it on the wound. Suddenly, there was a loud sound, white smoke filled the air, and in a moment, the bones of Ben Yuan were gone, turning into a pool of pus and blood, and even the clothes were corroded clean, and the stench spread throughout the valley. Seeing that there was no trace of any more, the man flew down the mountain.

It wasn't until he walked for half an hour that Xuan Mengfang dared to breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart was pounding.

He had been leaning on the side of the boulder for more than half an hour, and his hands and feet were sore, so he climbed the boulder with his hands, trying to climb over to see the original yuan. But the real anger went wrong, and he couldn't exert his strength, sighed secretly, and re-practiced the Guangcheng Mind Method. Fortunately, this Guangcheng method only talks about ideas and exercises, not posture.

More than an hour passed, and he had just finished his work, and sure enough, his true qi was no longer scattered. Holding the boulder with his hand, he actually stood up. He looked up at the sky, and the moon had turned to the west. By this time, the stench in the valley had long since dissipated.

He ran to the place where the two were fighting in three or two steps, squatted down, and saw that most of the blood and water on the ground had been immersed in the rocks, and the original yuan did not leave a single remnant. Xuanmeng thought about the grace of saving his life that day, and he was very sad. After staying for a long time, Fang dug a pit with a small stone, scraped out the blood water soaked in the stone and soil and put it in it, covered it with soil and stones, made a mark, and then knelt down and kowtowed three times and said: "Master Benyuan, thank you for saving your life that day." It's a pity that the younger generation doesn't know martial arts, although you saved the lives of me and Kexin, I can't save you. May you be blessed by the Spirit of Heaven and let me practice martial arts, find out that wicked man, and avenge you. ”

At this time, the sky was almost bright, so he lay down on the stone, thinking in his heart how to go to the Shaolin Temple the next day, tell the abbot about the original yuan, and then inquire about Kexin's whereabouts. I thought about it in my heart, and I didn't fall asleep.

When he woke up, it was already dawn, Xuanmeng ate something, and went down the mountain. I saw that on the mountain road to Shaolin Temple, there were martial arts heroes with swords passing by from time to time. He was afraid of encountering Elder Cai, Xuanwu and the like, so he kept his head down as much as possible.