The toes hit the ground, pierced into the floor, and their center of gravity was used as the fulcrum, and the whole body remained round in the vigorous execution.

The eight hundred bhikshunis were full of energy, and the undead insects that were attached to their robes were slowly blown down by the breeze, and one by one they were crushed to the ground by the invisible pressure, squeezing out the juice.

Han Baiyi was the silent horizontal knife first.

The steps under his feet seemed to be slightly different from before.

As a hard-working genius, Han Baiyi had already integrated it into his martial arts system the moment he learned the Xianfeng Fist Technique.

Although it is not the same as the sword-holding method, the martial arts skills contained in the Xianfeng Temple boxing method are completely exquisite, allowing him to improve his control over his body by more than one level.

In addition, after obtaining the trick of controlling qi in the Xianfeng Temple's boxing method, Han Baiyi also had a little more experience in using the thunder seed that could not be controlled at all, and he no longer needed to keep reading the file electricity himself like he did when he fought against the lion ape before, to learn the skills of using thunder energy.

As a genius who is different from ordinary people, Han Baiyi has already mastered this technique of using thunder jin and applied it to his own sword technique.

He named it 'Rachel. ’

If a derivative move is developed in the future, it will be called a thousand birds, and then there will be a thousand birds sharp spear, a thousand birds flow, and a thousand birds great sword.

The whole black door opened, with a faint thunder light.

Han Baiyi closed his eyes and raised his sword, then swept in mid-air, pulled a knife flower, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at the eight hundred bhikshunis.

In ancient times, Yingzhou pointed at people with the tip of a knife, which was a duel provocation.

In general, never die.

When the eight hundred bhikshunis saw this, they could not see the slightest expression on their faces that had decayed like skeletons.

Place your left hand in front of you with a fist, move your right hand back with your palm, and move the tip of your left foot in front of you slightly.

Boom –

The smoke and dust bloomed, and the withered figure suddenly disappeared.

Han Baiyi's eyes opened, the dim Buddhist hall was like a blooming light, the pale white pupils looked extremely bright in the dark, and the eyeballs moved rapidly under the control of the corneal muscles, and the pupils constricted.

His gaze was firmly on the figure of the eight hundred bhikshunis.

The standing posture is also slightly adjusted according to the captured movements, and the feet remain in a half-toe posture at the same time, and the center of gravity is constantly moving.

Here it comes.

Holding the knife in his right hand, his left hand suddenly let go of the handle of the knife and smashed it to the side, and the green robe that came out of the smoke suddenly stopped, and the momentum of the immortal peak in mid-air seemed to tear the air, but there was no time to transmit the sound in his ears.

Peng –

The left arm collided with the right leg, and the huge strength brought Han Baiyi's body to the right, but the constantly moving center of gravity played a role at this time.

Keeping his right foot on tiptoe, he stepped heavily on the ground, and his right leg calf was coiled with the thunder energy of the shining arc, and his whole body jumped out in the direction of the eight hundred bhikshunis kicking out, but his body was firmly controlled in the air by the strong core of the eight-pack abs.

The left hand that was kicked and numb held the knife, and the thunder light was like a brilliant white light feather climbing up the blade, and Han Baiyi slashed with both hands at the same time.

Tear pull.

The eight hundred bhikshunis who followed behind were indeed attacked, and their green robes were torn in half under the brilliant slash, revealing a rotten body that was almost muscular, full of skin and bones.

Through the skin, you can faintly see the huge centipede attached to it.

This is the natal immortal worm that keeps him alive.

The little undead insects that cling to him are probably the children of this one.

After all, they have lived for more than 800 years.

Seeing the panicked retreat of the eight hundred bhikshunis, Han Baiyi raised his head slightly, with a very contemptuous sarcastic smile on his face.

"The so-called eight hundred bhikshunis are nothing more than that."

"Yellow-mouthed child! Dare to rap here! ”

The eight hundred bhikshunis who had their clothes torn off probably couldn't hold their faces, and their rotten facial features that couldn't see their expressions spit out words with chicken jelly emotions.

In fact, the so-called chicken jelly is just Han Baiyi's brain supplement.

After all, I can't hear the difference at all.

But Han Baiyi was Han Baiyi after all, and when he heard that the eight hundred bhikshunis were so incompetent and furious, he smiled extremely conceited about the profound skills he had worked hard to cultivate overnight.

Open the door and insert the scabbard back.

The hands are the same as those of the eight hundred bhikshunis, and they pose in a posture that belongs to the Immortal Peak Fist Technique.

This is obviously a very ironic approach.

The eight hundred bhikshunis were stunned at first, and then gritted their teeth.

A child who was less than a fraction of her age actually provoked her with the Xianfeng boxing technique that she had practiced for eight hundred years and had long been familiar with.

What is it?

This is the head of the red fruit.

The eight hundred bhikshunis held down the posture, their feet moved slightly, and their bodies immediately moved like a rabbit along the momentum of the shock, and invaded in front of Han Baiyi's body in an instant.

But Han Baiyi is definitely not the kind of person who does something uncertain.

The reason why he dared to do this was naturally because he had already seen through her strength in the gap between the one or two moves just now.

Han Baiyi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Thunder ran through the whole body, and the arc flashed slightly around the body.

The rotten fist struck abruptly with great force, and the momentum sank like Mount Tai collapsing.

It was the [Vajra Knock Combo Punch] that had just beaten Gus into a deflated canned pork.

I saw that Han Baiyi's body was penetrated by thunder, his muscles swelled and contracted, his five fingers were tightened, and he gently waved one hand in front of him, pushing away the unavoidable punch.

The eight hundred bhikshunis didn't seem to have imagined that the fist form they had practiced to the level of perfection could be broken so easily, and the focus of Vajra Bow Combo was the word combo, and only when there were enough Combos could the Bow Combo show its true power.

However, in the first punch, the combo was broken.

The eight hundred bhikshunis stared at a pair of eyeballless eyes, and the one in his heart was called a cold one.

Since this is the case, it is naturally Han Baiyi's theater after that.

I saw that his fist was flat and steady, but every punch was steady and fast, and each blow hit the opponent's joint, shattering the posture that the eight hundred bhikshunis had managed to support was shattered, and his mouth kept beeping.

"Your left fist is not fine!"

Hit the left eye.

"Weakness in the right palm!"

Hit the right eye.

"Loose footsteps."

A leg kick, plus Amiya rolled and swept him away.

"Slow to react, none of the movements are decent!"

'Dada......'

The Vajra Knock Combo punch that was cast was like a machine gun and hit the face of the eight hundred bhikshunis, and the crisp sound between the fist bones and the skull was extremely loud, and the sound effect was quite similar to that of Ip Man.

The old face, which originally looked like it had basically lost its human form, was completely rotten into a puddle of flesh under this combo.

It's the same dumpling stuffing that was hammered for Chinese New Year's Eve.

However, even so, the eight hundred bhikshunis still struggled to stay alive.

I don't know if she hurts or not.

We don't know, and we don't dare to ask.

Plop.

The bodies of the eight hundred bhikshunis fell to the ground like rotten flesh, motionless.

Han Baiyi turned around triumphantly, looking very grinning, as if he hadn't noticed the big insect that quietly came out of the eight hundred fleshy mud faces.

I saw that the big insect was silent, moving quietly, and a pair of dagger-length claws on the head of the insect were propped up, and the pointed head pointed at the back of Han Baiyi.

I probably thought in my heart: while he is not paying attention, poke him to death.

Before he could move, a pair of insect eyes flashed before they met.

The worm's head suddenly split into two halves.

The blade flicked blood, leaving a line of green on the ground.

Han Baiyi retreated and retracted the knife.

The look is leisurely.

As I've said before, he's the kind of person who wilts and wilts.

Suddenly mending the knife when others are not paying attention is one of his few pleasures.

Han Baiyi had a knowing smile on his face.

Men's happiness is sometimes as simple as that.

【Immortal Slash】

【800 Bhikshunis (1/2) Death】