The second more.

……

The Supreme Zen Master's eyelids jumped.

The other party can kill Li Bashan with one sword, and there is no doubt that he can be called the top master of the rivers and lakes.

He would not underestimate Song Mingjing because he was young, but he didn't expect this shot to be so violent, and he actually used a large table weighing hundreds of catties as a weapon to smash it down.

Zhishan sighed, tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure seemed to be carried up by a gust of wind, and flew into the air.

Although Wumei Shitai is a woman, she is a natural martial idiot, she is crazy about martial arts, and when she saw Song Mingjing's fierce blow, instead of dodging, she was happy to see the hunt.

The sleeves of her robe waved, bringing the sound of hunting wind, and between the real air turns, she converged to the palm of her hand, facing the big table that swirled and fell, and raised her hand to print it with a palm.

This is Wumei's self-created "plum blossom loose hand", the sleeve robe rises and falls, like plum blossoms sprinkled down, the posture is beautiful, and it is very good-looking.

But its power is also extremely amazing, Wumei Shitai's palm fell, and it was imprinted in the center of the big table very quickly, and the momentum of the big table tumbling and falling was stopped in an instant.

After a moment of condensation, the strength of the five plums of the palm was urged, and the big table immediately fell apart, turning into dozens of hundreds of fragments, which splattered in all directions, bringing a dense explosion like raindrops.

Song Mingjing stepped on the small and urgent steps, and "dong dong dong" fell on the floor, as if beating the war drums, and suddenly approached the best, Wumei and the two.

He drew his knife with his backhand, and the light of the knife drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and the blade broke through the air, rubbing against the air, prompting a sharp whistling sound.

The brilliance flashed, and a cold glow reflected in the eyes of the goodness that slowly fell from mid-air, and I saw Song Mingjing holding a knife in his hand, chasing the wind and slashing like lightning.

As soon as he made a move, Song Mingjing directly chose to take the knife.

Whether it is Zhishan or Wumei, any one of them is a top master on the rivers and lakes, in the face of one person, Song Mingjing still has no certainty of victory, let alone the two of them?

In this case, he took it lightly and only used his fists and feet to fight the enemy, and today I am afraid it will be really difficult to get out.

Zhishan suddenly felt a chill hit his body, and a great sense of oppression added to his body, which made him feel an unprecedented danger.

A knife strikes out, the momentum is like wind and thunder, and the speed is like a fierce lightning star!

Seeing the power of this sword, Zhishan finally understood why with Li Bashan's skills, since he didn't even resist Yihe, he was directly beheaded and killed.

Just because the young man in front of him is the root of the art of killing, and he is good at fighting, such an opponent, even if his kung fu is similar to him, he will be killed with a knife if he is not careful, and the battle will never drag on for too long.

Everything is not allowed to think about the best, this knife is too fast and too fierce, the best screams, the tongue blooms with spring thunder, like a King Kong roar, and a palm stretches out from the sleeve of the robe.

His arms were extremely thin, not to the point of being skinny, but not much worse, but the palms were quite wide, bypassing the sharp blades and slapping straight towards the blade.

This is the Shaolin Prajna, and "Prajna" is a Sanskrit word that means all kinds of wisdom.

The highest good is to surrender the fierce sword with great wisdom.

However, his palm was empty, and he only caught the shadow of the knife light, and at the moment when the best palm was released, Song Mingjing's wrist turned, and the knife light suddenly folded, and he turned towards Wumei Shitai.

His slash to the best was originally a void, and the real target was Wumei.

Before the blade arrived, a wisp of cold light took the lead in "stabbing" out, making De Wumei's eyes narrow, her magic robe fluttered, and her sleeve robe flew out like undulating waves on the lake.

The long sleeves turned in the air and wrapped around the long knife stabbed by Song Mingjing, and immediately the long knife was like a small insect trapped in a spider's web, wrapped in a soft and flexible force, and there was a fierce pulling force that wrapped the long knife, trying to break free from his palm.

Song Mingjing's heart sank.

He had the help of supernatural abilities in the early stage, and he created his own talent, far beyond ordinary people, and he learned anything extremely quickly.

Martial arts that others think are difficult, he can memorize them once he sees them, and he can apply them skillfully after practicing them several times.

After entering the second world, it is from the outside to the inside, and the internal qi is naturally derived.

When he arrived in this world, he lurked in Wudang, and after learning the internal martial arts, he was also a thousand miles a day, and he entered the realm quickly.

But no matter how fast he progresses, after all, the time is too short to achieve perfection, and Wumei's cultivation of qi for decades is at least one or two points inferior.

With a frown, Song Mingjing sent it out with all his strength, and the long knife "buzzed" violently.

With a trembling sound, he broke free from the "spider web", and Wumei's sleeve robe exploded with a bang, shattered into pieces of 'plum blossoms', and fell in a swoop.

"Born with divine powers? And that internal force seems to be ....... ”

Wumei's robe shredded, she took a step back, unloaded the force from the impact, and looked at Song Mingjing with some surprise.

When it comes to the total amount of internal force, Song Mingjing is inferior to Wumei and Zhishan, but his own strength is enough to make up for this gap.

Whether it is internal force or qi force, it is the same for him, it is only a manifestation of strength, and the essence is not different.

A knife forced Wumei back, and without waiting for Song Mingjing to continue the attack, the sharp wind struck, and the five fingers of Zhishan became claws, and the fingers and claws rushed forward, grabbing Song Mingjing's shoulder.

In the process of attacking with claws, the shape of the supreme good changed, like a tiger lying in the grass for a long time, carrying a vicious wind to pounce!

"Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand!"

Song Mingjing read the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion and recognized the kung fu of perfection at a glance.

He even recognized it as a 'wind catcher' in the hands of the Tiger Claw, designed to capture the enemy, not kill it.

Song Mingjing's face remained unchanged, the knife was like flying, and with a soft "boom", the long knife pierced the evil wind and pointed directly at the palm of the supreme good.

Zhishan's palm rose to avoid the sharp edge of the knife, and then his fingers and claws buckled down, pinching the spine of the knife.

At the same time, Wumei's feet seemed to be flowing across the river, floating along the "water flow", and a "bang" sounded, and a palm wind came over.

Song Mingjing's right hand turned, the blade rotated, and slashed horizontally towards the palm of the best.

His left hand was struck with a palm, and he exchanged a palm with Wumei, and his palms collided with each other, twisting and turning, Wumei's body trembled violently, and he floated out of Zhangxu.

Song Mingjing didn't get any favors, he was hit by Wumei's palm and took a few steps back, and the stone slabs on the ground under his feet shattered one after another under his trampling.

Wumei Shitai's face was solemn, staring at Song Mingjing in surprise, and said in a deep voice: "This internal force is really the Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong, are you Baimei's apprentice?" No! Wrong! ”

Wumei immediately shook her head and denied this speculation, if it was a Baimei apprentice, he would not have killed Li Bashan, and with Baimei's heart, it was impossible to pass on the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong to others.

Immediately, Wumei Shitai seemed to think of something, his face was strange, and he said: "Either you, a mixed yuan boy, have obtained the merit from another master's family, or you are like today, and you stole it from Wudang, am I right?" ”