Sheng Hongying's heart was a little surprised, although she was still unscathed, only a few more steps back.

"You're making so fast progress, I really admire that the palm power just now has increased so much all at once. ”

Zhou Mingyang didn't seem to hear it, he frowned, thinking about the move just now:

Could it be that the move of the Monument Player is not very useful, and the real essence is its coherent palm?

In this case, is it possible to incorporate other palm techniques?

Sheng Hongying saw him muttering to himself, not taking his words seriously at all, and was furious in his heart,

"I still have some strength left, but you dare to underestimate me so much, this will give you a little bit of a good look!"

She pounced again, like a tiger descending from a mountain!

"I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!"

This move is Guang Hanzhang's final move, and it is also an out-and-out killing move.

Obviously, Sheng Hongying has already had murderous intentions this time.

", Brother Zhou, what are you doing there? Hurry up and deal with it!"

Sha Wujing saw that he had already made a big move here, and Zhou Mingyang was still stunned, immersed in his own world, and immediately reminded loudly.

"Okay, let's give it a try. ”

Zhou Mingyang saw that Sheng Hongying had arrived in front of him, and in a hurry, he flipped his wrist and smashed out a palm.

"The first style of the big open stele hand, there is no way around the mountain!"

Bang~

The sharp sound of air waves crashing resounded for several miles, and everyone covered their ears and raised their heads.

Dozens of palms in the air fell from the sky and hit Sheng Hongying's back.

"Hmph, when you are dying, you still want to attack from behind and attack from behind!"

Although Sheng Hongying did not show weakness on her lips, she didn't dare to be careless when she saw such a momentum.

She took it with all her might.

Sa~

Sheng Hongying was directly beaten into the air, and she turned around in the air a few times before landing and gaining a firm foothold.

The blood spilling from her mouth showed that she was extremely uncomfortable with the slap just now.

"Senior Sister Sheng is injured?"

The sharp-eyed disciple whispered.

Lan Yan and the others also looked serious, and what surprised them even more was that the palm was not over:

The remaining palm power had already been exhausted, and at this moment, the new power was generated, and almost in an instant, dozens of residual palm power were combined and smashed towards Sheng Hongying again.

Sheng Hongying had no choice but to take it.

"Ahh

This time it was really not light, she screamed in pain and was directly put to the ground, her lips were dripping with blood, and her face was bleak.

Sou~

What made her desperate was that one palm passed away, and the other palm was born, and that palm did not stop, and the old and new forces were exchanged again, and the trajectory was changed:

This time it didn't fall from the sky, but it jumped out of the ground, and it was impossible to prevent it!

"Master, help!"

Seeing that she was about to die on the spot, Sheng Hongying couldn't care about anything else.

"How dare a thief!"

Lan Yan flew to the rescue, flicked the sleeves of her robe, and the wind rushed towards the palm.

Bang~

Xu is Lan Yan underestimated the strength of this palm a little, and the remaining strength actually made her take three or two steps back before she gained a firm foothold.

The people around them looked surprised.

"Good boy, talking is like a fart! What did you say before, why do you use Tang Feng's Asking Mountain Seven Style now?"

Surprisingly, in the face of Blue Smoke's questioning, Paul stood up,

"This Elder Lan is really biased in his words, although the head of this regiment is not proficient in the palm technique, but he can also tell that the palm technique just now is not the same as the previous Seven Styles of the Mountain, although the Flower Moon Sect is powerful, but it can't spew blood. ”

Lan Yan was a little speechless, she actually understood in her heart that what the kid did just now was indeed not the Seven Ways of Asking the Mountain, although there were some shadows in it.

Hey, it worked!

Zhou Mingyang was a little excited, just now he boldly made a fusion and innovation of the big open stele hand, and integrated the essence of the seven styles of Wenshan and the heavy mountain palm.

He found that this stele opener has a magical function: no matter what palm technique is added, it can be combined and complement each other.

At the end of the day, it's always a constant line of palms.

"It's worthy of being the Dao fetus of the demon race, and it's really amazing. ”

Seeing this, Lan Yan's eyes rolled and changed his angle.

"What are you talking about, old woman?"

Zhou Mingyang secretly said that it was not good.

"The old body is talking nonsense? Hehe, how can you master such a strange palm technique if you are a kid in the stage of martial cultivation and foundation building? What is it if you are not a demon race?"

Blue Smoke sneered,

"I really admire this, the third young master is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger around him, and there are many talents. ”

As soon as these words came out, Paul's face had turned the color of pig's liver.

"What are you talking about? It's so presumptuous, a mere sect elder dares to commit a crime and confuse the public to slander my young master!"

Several elders of the Flower Moon Sect were also taken aback, and Hua Qianshu showed a look of reproach on his face,

"Elder Lan is indeed speechless, the third young master has always been of high character and discerning, how could he do such a thing to hide filth and dirt?"

Lan Yan still didn't give up, and was about to argue a few words, but Xie Bi'an, who was beside her, pulled her sleeve and forcibly endured it.

Zhou Mingyang was silent, what this old woman said was indeed tacitly understood by many people, and he remembered the time when he had just gone to the Laughing Death God.

In addition to hiding some information about the demon star and his own origin, Zhou Mingyang openly and honestly communicated with the Laughing Death.

The Laughing Death is not repulsive to his identity, and is even willing to provide shelter when necessary, provided that he faithfully does things for him in the future.

"Zhou Mingyang, you will have your own path in the future, I think you are a smart person, you should be able to realize this, my goal is not in this Northern Regions, but before that, I need to accumulate strength, since Master Wujue recommended you, then I will treat you as a right-hand man to cultivate in the future." ”

His words still echoed in Zhou Mingyang's ears, and it was also from the day of honesty that the Laughing God of Death personally taught him something, and asked someone to heal Nan Ke who came with him.

Senior Sister Nan Ke has recovered a lot after these days of treatment.

"So, we won the first game?"

Yin Ji waited for everyone to be quiet, and asked softly.

Lan Yan helped Sheng Hongying, who was already seriously injured, her face was still very unconvinced, but her beloved apprentice's injury was critical, and she couldn't care about it, so she led the apprentice to find a doctor for treatment.

"It is worthy of being the person in the third young master's picture, and sure enough, the hero is a young man, this time it is my Huayue Sect who lost. ”

Hua Qianshu was also dry, she pointed towards the two disciples standing on the side,

"Which of the two of you will go up first in the next game?"

"Sect Master, no one comes first or the next, and the two of us can destroy this kid with only one of them. ”

A tall and thin woman was a little disdainful, and it was the swordsmanship representative of Feng Yiming.

She glanced at Zhou Mingyang,

"It's better to let him choose for himself, whether he wants to be defeated by my sword, or under the fire of Senior Sister Xue!"

What a crazy girl!

Zhou Mingyang's favorite governance is not satisfied,

"Heh, don't put any music there, I'll pick you. ”

"The ignorant are fearless!"

Feng Yiming is tall, thin and white, with slender eyebrows and high cheekbones, in Zhou Mingyang's eyes, it is simply a walking skeleton.

When I got closer, I realized that the woman was still carrying a sword on her shoulder.

Hey, this is loaded, I really think it's the sword god Simon blowing snow, right?

Zhou Mingyang was very disdainful.

"Where's your sword, boy?"

Feng Yiming glanced at Zhou Mingyang.

Zhou Mingyang hesitated, but still showed the remnant sword on his body.

"Hahaha......"

All the disciples watching the battle laughed when they saw this, and Feng Yiming was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Hey, I said, he has a leg with you, why don't you change him to a decent guy?"

Ping Qingyun was a little puzzled.

"I repeat, I really have nothing to do with him! As for the sword you mentioned, heh, I have advised him to throw it away more than once, and guess what he said?"

"How?"

"He said that this remnant sword was given by a senior who had a high level of cultivation, and it was very big, and it used to be the sword of the sword emperor with broken feathers!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Ping Qingyun suddenly came to his senses, and he had already begun to think about when to grab it.

Yin Ji saw through his mind at once,

"You're going to rob it, aren't you? Hey, I've already done that. ”

"How?"

"It's just a piece of broken iron. ”

Feng Yiming raised the sword on his shoulder in the air,

"Zhou Mingyang, are you sure you can use this broken sword to compete with me?"

"Not bad. ”

"The Ice River Sect is also the first sect in the Northern Regions, and it is too strict with the disciples who have been expelled from the sect, and they will not be able to bring a complete weapon down the mountain. ”

Zhou Mingyang glanced at her,

"The sword is not long, just enough. ”

"Then you're welcome. ”

Feng Yiming threw the sword straight into the air, and the person flashed like a shock, and the long sword had already reached his hand.

Keng~

Under the vertical and horizontal sword qi, within a radius of five zhang, flowers and plants fell to the ground one after another, and the air was full of fierceness, so that even the insects that often flew were accidentally planted on the ground.

Although this guy is a little arrogant, this swordsmanship is really good.

After two or three rounds of fighting, Zhou Mingyang had a number in his heart:

In the same age, except for Bei Jie, who displayed Zixia sword intent in the Water Moon Mirror Flower, this guy in front of him was the strongest.

However, in fact, among the disciples of the Flower Moon Sect, the most talented swordsman is Yan Yu, and the highest swordsmanship attainment at the moment is this wind roaring.

Her swordsmanship is much higher than Bei Jie's.

Shout~

Feng Yiming slashed his sword again, and the sword was so powerful that it caused the air to vibrate in all directions.

As far as Zhou Mingyang's eyes could see, the void around him rippled like water waves.

"Well done. ”

He let out a long roar, and came to fight in all directions at night with the remnant sword in hand, and the sword man was on the defensive.

Disheveled~

Several sword qi slammed into the remnant sword's body, stirring up dust and smoke.

Everyone looked at Zhou Mingyang again:

Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not injured in the blow just now.

"I'm not fighting, it's boring. ”

Unexpectedly, the wind on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and she put the sword into the sheath and carried it on her shoulder again.