"Look for death!" The man in black struck out with two palms in a row, taking Hao Fei and Wang Dashan respectively. In fact, he didn't care so much about the death of the big boss, at most he just had one less contact person and was a little more troublesome, but he couldn't bear Hao Fei's calculations.

He is Wuhua, known as the "Seven Wonderful Monks" in the Central Plains, and he is unparalleled in his intelligence, but he was first taken the position of head by the Wuxiang who is not as good as him, and now he is calculated by an unknown little person, even if he still has a Buddhist heart, he is also covered by a masked black scarf.

This time, the palm power was angry, fast and fierce, Hao Fei and the two had just finished making a move, and they didn't have time to dodge, so they had to make a hard connection again.

Fortunately, Wuhua separated the two palms, and the power was slightly dispersed, and the power of the two palms dissipated after knocking the two back five steps.

Hao Fei's qi and blood surged, and the internal force of the dantian was still a little unsmooth because the urging was too strong.

Wang Dashan was a little more miserable, he had already been injured before, and this time he forcibly exerted force, which made the internal injuries worse, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler.

It's just that Wuhua didn't give the two of them time to breathe at all, and the black figure came with the palm power, and the target was Wang Dashan.

"Attack!" Hao Fei couldn't calm the surging qi and blood, and one flew up, wrapping silk and grabbing hands to take the opponent's lower plate to the acupoint.

In the face of such a strong opponent, most people will defend well, and then look for opportunities to turn the tables. But Hao Fei attacked, Wang Dashan did not hesitate, and used his fist to attack the opponent's head and face.

Strange to say, Wuhua obviously has the upper hand, and there have been many times when he can solve the battle with the killer, but he gives up because he doesn't want to take the fists of the two, so that this offensive and defensive battle is actually deadlocked.

Hao Fei was right.

Wuhua's image in the world has always been perfect, and Hao Fei bets that the other party does not want to win even a little bit of injury when the victory is in hand. And Wang Dashan also understood his meaning instantly, and his fists were mostly greeted to the other party's head, which made the other party have to defend.

Wuhua didn't have any difficulty in one-on-two, and he understood Hao Fei's intentions in a few moves, but he still had the strength to speak: "Sure enough, there is a bit of intelligence, no wonder Chu Liuxiang deceived you from me." ”

It seems that Wuhua already knew the identities of the two, but Hao Fei tried his best to deal with it, and he was already sweating on his forehead, so how could he still have the strength to speak.

Attacking instead of defending can only deal with the current urgency, which is slower than losing defense, Wuhua is not in a hurry, dodging the attacks of the two at will, and said: "I originally wanted to save your life, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, so I have to be sorry for Chu Liuxiang." ”

As Wuhua's words fell, his speed was two points faster, and while forcing Hao Fei back with a palm in his left hand, he instantly punched out a palm with his right hand, breaking Wang Dashan's parry with his fist and attacking his chest with his palm.

There was no suspense, and another palm slapped on Wang Dashan's chest. Although this palm is a close and fast move, it is not as condensed as the internal force of the Prajna palm, which is enough to crack a few bones.

At the moment of the palm, the earth-colored light on Wang Dashan's body turned into golden light, which was his sharp turn to the golden bell jar to defend, but he was still slapped three meters away by a palm, and sat on the ground with a butt. As a mouthful of blood arrows spewed out, the originally pale face became dull, and even his eyes were a little scattered.

Wang Dashan shook his head violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, but regained the brightness in his eyes.

"Good punches!" Standing up staggeringly, Wang Dashan shouted, although his face was like gold paper, with a smile, he swallowed the pill and attacked again.

Hao Fei alone couldn't cope with Wuhua's speed and strength, and just now he was punched by the other party, also in the chest, and was also beaten out of a mouthful of old blood. But he couldn't retreat, he knew that as soon as he retreated, if Wuhua directly killed Wang Dashan, he would not be able to keep up with the rescue at all. Fortunately, Wang Dashan attacked again, and the pressure was slightly relieved.

"It's not bad that the second-order consummation can last you like this." The grinding voice of the flowerless metal sounded again, and one turned his head to dodge Wang Dashan's fist, and at the same time raised his right leg to block Hao Fei's hand, and the left and right hands each punched extremely quickly, hitting the chests of the two of them.

"It's a pity that it's still too weak compared to the upper level of the third order. If I hadn't been unwilling to be defiled, you would have died. There are no ** retreats from the two of them, but they still maintain the movement of one foot and two arms stretched out, strong and straight: "I am not familiar with the palm of the Panruo, let you see the Great Light Fist!" ”

With a chance to breathe, Hao Fei didn't wait for Wuhua to move, and immediately said, "Remove the big characters, okay!" Although you are gifted and talented, you are the only one who has evil thoughts in your heart, and only this Dharma practice is not at the highest level. The Prajna palm will always be the Prajna palm, and the Vajra Prajna palm above the five layers will never have a relationship with you. The Bright Fist is also, if you can't cultivate more than five layers, how can it be called the Great Bright Fist! ”

"Give me death!" Wuhua was said to be in pain, as if he had lost his mind, his right foot suddenly fell and stomped hard, heading straight for Hao Fei.

Hao Fei's pupils shrank, and his left leg retreated a small step to steady his horse, ready to meet the overwhelming attack.

Wang Dashan also rushed forward to carry out assistance.

"Gong~" With the sound trembling, the flowerless man rushed halfway, and suddenly struck out a move like a palm, and he shook back with the palm force, and his body turned around and attacked Wang Dashan, who was rushing forward.

It turned out that Wuhua was very talented, how could he be disturbed by Hao Fei's words, he just planned and pretended to be provoked, the purpose was to let Wang Dashan send it to the door, forming a situation of one dozen and one.

Hao Fei is right, all the Shaolin sect martial arts without flowers, because of the restrictions of Buddhism, only stay at the fifth layer. Although it can achieve internal force out of the body, the five-layer Prajna Palm, if it is not sent with all its strength, but is only intended to contain it, the power will definitely not be too sufficient.

Hao Fei knew this very well, facing the oncoming palm, and as long as he acted immediately, he could completely dodge. But he can't dodge, because no matter how he dodges, he will waste a few seconds of aid time, Wang Dashan is already seriously injured, how many seconds can he hold on? Looking at the big golden palm that was transformed by the palm power, Hao Fei's bastard skill walked all over his body, and slammed straight towards the palm force.

The flowerless plan succeeded, and it was expected that Hao Fei would dodge here, even if he resisted hard, the few seconds saved would not be enough time to rescue. The Bright Fist runs, and the shining golden light converges on the top of the two fists, flying up and down with the moves, which is very beautiful.

Wang Dashan couldn't retreat at this time, and he also knew that this time he could only risk his life, maybe he could contain one or two and let Hao Fei escape.

The golden light appeared, covering the whole body, and the golden bell jar, as a pure defensive internal strength, did not need to reach the fifth level to have the light appear at all. Originally, the first-level third-order golden bell jar was not as powerful as the perfect second-order internal strength, but the iron cloth shirt added to the golden bell jar, and it surpassed it a little in defense.

"Ahh Wang Dashan roared angrily, did not dodge or dodge, protected his head and face, and crashed into the black-clothed man Wuhua.

"Die!" Wuhua's eyes suddenly rose with murderous aura, and both fists struck out at the same time, directly hitting Wang Dashan's chest!