"Outer Dao Magic Skill!"

The wind is surging, and the ghosts are crying and howling.

The old man chasing the soul operated some kind of forbidden method, his hair danced wildly, his robe hunted, and the black mist outside his body surged, slowly turning into a sea of black fog dozens of feet high, and the blood light suddenly lit up in the sea of fog was as breathtaking as two lanterns.

Lu Qianqiu, the wound left by the monk Xuanming, the speed that is visible to the naked eye heals, a terrifying killing and destruction that subverts the universe, and the evil ominous breath, wandering outside the soul chasing old man, like a long night enveloping everyone at the scene, some masters of the rivers and lakes who are not strong in mind and poor in cultivation go straight to the black, and the seven orifices bleed and fell to the ground.

"Isn't this martial arts Xuangong?" Lu Qianqiu blurted out.

On the cliff dozens of miles away, standing in the wind, blowing the corners of her skirt, revealing black fishing net stockings, Shantai Qingluo was also surprised and exclaimed: "Martial Arts Xuangong!" ”

Fang Ping looked sideways, he had seen the record of martial arts Xuangong in the classics collected by Mingyue Palace, that was a martial art beyond the secular scope, behind every martial arts Xuangong there was an earth-shattering martial arts giant, there was a martial arts Xuangong inheritance in the territory of Daxuan, aside from the thousand-year-old family, the martial arts holy land, the Daxuan royal family, there were only a handful of left, and some were also incomplete.

"The quest scroll says that this soul-chasing old man is suspected of having a martial arts holy land inheritance. His martial arts Xuangong is a method that has been passed down in a certain martial arts holy land. Fang Ping speculated.

……

The soul-chasing old man who displayed martial arts Xuangong was reborn, arrogant, and his body was a little taller, covering the black fog behind him, faintly wafting out of the sound of breathing, as if there were demons hiding in it, giving people a huge sense of oppression, and there were one after another Jianghu masters who bled and fell to the ground.

"Be careful, the power of martial arts is unimaginable." Monk Xuanming said word by word.

"Martial arts is a foreign thing, different people can use it, they can exert different powers, if this old puppet really completely grasps a martial arts Xuangong, he will not hide in Tibet and hide incognito." Lu Qianqiu analyzed in a panic.

Hearing this, the soul chasing old man sneered and said: "It is worthy of being the deputy commander of the Zhenwu Division, the old man's martial arts and mystic skills, he really has not fully comprehended, and it is more than enough to kill the two of you." ”

The moment the voice fell, the soul chasing old man proved the invincible power of martial arts Xuangong with practical actions.

But seeing that the old man chasing souls was distorted, like a ghost approaching in front of Lu Qianqiu, he slapped out with one palm, and a claw as big as a hill stretched out in the black mist sea behind him.

Only then did everyone see clearly that in the sea of black fog that was like a tide and could not be dissolved, there stood a three-headed and six-armed demon phantom, with twelve eyes on its face, and after they all opened, it was like a red blood lantern.

"Left side door!"

Lu Qianqiu's hair stood on end, his face was not afraid, and he met it with a knife.

The blade touched the palm of the old man chasing the soul, and sparks flew everywhere, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the ground around it collapsed and sank.

"Captain Lu, the poor monk will help you!" Monk Xuanming joined the battle, and the nine-ring Zen staff stirred like a dragon, stabbing at the back of the soul-chasing old man.

However.

The soul-chasing old man who was running the martial arts Xuangong greatly increased his strength, and when he opened his mouth to drink, the magic sound rolled into the sky, and the air was twisted and rippling.

Monk Xuanming chanted Buddhist scriptures, but he still couldn't completely resist the sharp and weird magic sound, not to mention the damage to his internal organs, and the interface of the spiritual consciousness was slightly affected.

Lu Qianqiu was solemn, the blade was picked out from bottom to top, forcing back the figure of the soul-chasing old man, but it was also a fleeting kung fu, the retreating soul-chasing old man, changing shapes and shadows, returned to Lu Qianqiu with more than a dozen afterimages in the air, and his palm was wrapped in a black force and slapped outside the long knife in Lu Qianqiu's hand.

The blade of the knife roared and trembled, and there were signs of being overwhelmed and wanting to break, and the strength that penetrated through the blade penetrated into Lu Qianqiu's body.

"This martial arts Xuangong has the effect of targeting the spiritual interface......"

Lu Qianqiu held his breath in fear, and the two human body secrets in his body were brilliant, like two small worlds containing infinite power, under the pressure of Lu Qianqiu's efforts, under the urging, a steady stream of earth-shattering power erupted.

"Looking for death, if you overdraw the secret power of the human body like this, aren't you afraid of dying by exploding?" The soul-chasing old man sneered again and again, and his body retreated into the sea of black fog where the demonic shadow stood illusory, attacking and killing Lu Qianqiu in a state of being elusive and without a trace, and it didn't take long to leave shocking wounds on Lu Qianqiu's body.

Lu Qianqiu, who was bleeding all over the ground, had a resolute gaze, and there was not much panic or fear, and suddenly slashed behind him.

Monk Xuanming did not sit idly by, he whispered the Buddha horn, the nine-ring Zen staff in his hand was slammed into the ground, his hands were folded, and he cultivated himself, affecting the vitality of heaven and earth, turning into a thousand feet of Buddha light shining in the black sea of fog, reflecting the figure of the soul-chasing old man.

But this can't change the overall situation, the soul-chasing old man with martial arts and Xuangong has surpassed Monk Xuanming and Lu Qianqiu in terms of strength, and the third human body secret in his body also has a tendency to be lit up, which shows that the old guy has a deep background and hides very deeply, and he is not forced to retreat, and he will not expose all his strength.

"Demon Blood Soul Claw!"

The old man of the blood soul shouted, and turned into a powerful demon and locked on the monk Xuanming.

Whew

The blood-colored claw marks densely submerged the body of Monk Xuanming, and after the dust dissipated, the Buddha light outside Monk Xuanming's body was shattered, and the monk's clothes were soaked into blood red, "Devil!" Today, the poor monk will die with you! ”

Monk Xuanming looked resolute, and tore off the monk's robe outside his body, revealing that after the exercise, he was more than nine feet tall and had a huge physique with distinct muscles, and the qi and blood in his body were steaming, and the two human body secrets were burning, and the qi was climbing endlessly.

"Together? Old bald donkey, don't think too highly of yourself! The old man's eyes were slightly jealous, and he sealed his hands, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth and mobilizing his spiritual internal force.

"Demon Palm!"

"Salute!"

Two completely different powers were born in the hands of the soul-chasing old man, the monk Xuanming.

The black magic hand that covered the sky and the sun bombarded Monk Xuanming's body, but it sank into Monk Xuanming's body like a mud cow entering the sea.

Poof

Monk Xuanming's body exploded with blood flowers, the monk's face was solemn and unmoved, he gave up life and death, and sent out a palm, returning the power that had sunk into his body to the soul-chasing old man intact.

Lose both.

The old man with the blood soul flew out, and the monk Xuanming was even more seriously injured, his whole body was covered in blood, and he fell into a pool of blood like a gossamer.

(End of chapter)