The cold wind passed, and the frost and snow flew.

In the cold and murderous qi, the three figures confronted each other from afar.

Looking at Chen Zhuo's six-armed move, the eyes of Jintai Monk and Li Cunxiao lit up in unison.

Tianjiao Wizard may be a rare thing in the eyes of ordinary people, but in their eyes, who is not?

Such talent may be surprising, but it cannot be moving.

Moreover, Chen Zhuo's origin is mysterious, although Li Cunxiao is invincible in the world and has made it easy for all forces, but in the face of this person who has always existed in rumors and lives in legends, anyone has to be afraid of one or two, even if it is not the deity.

The same is true for the Jintai monk, who seems to stand casually, but he is the first to guard against Chen Zhuo.

The two of them can have today's climate, all thanks to the person surnamed Chen, and naturally they are more looking forward to the ability of the person who started all this, wanting to prove that they are better than the blue, or they want to see the path that this person has taken.

"Enter!" Chen Zhuo said.

As soon as he exited, there was a strong wind on the left and right around him.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo wanted to fight one against two, Li Cunxiao smiled and said: "Then you have to parry, don't die!" ”

Monk Jintai followed: "Offended! ”

After speaking, the fists were close in front of him.

Chen Zhuo seemed to have returned to the scene of his fists to the flesh, his fists were lucky, his arms were raised flat, and under the infusion of energy, his sleeves were already rounded, and he smashed out together.

"Bang! Bang! ”

There were a few muffled sounds, and the chests of the three of them were all hits, and they only attacked but did not defend.

Chen Zhuo was punched twice, while Li Cunxiao and Jintai each punched him.

As soon as his fist fell, he suddenly rubbed his body in, his arms stretched out, and he whipped them on their chests like soft whips.

Now on spiritual power, he has "Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa", on internal force has "Jiuyang Divine Skill", in the way of attack and defense is more wonderful, and then there are many divine skills, and the perception of the deity; What's more, the two people in front of them are still based on his methods, and naturally have the confidence to fight one against two.

Looking at the world, he is not afraid of anyone.

As soon as the whip hand fell, there was the blessing of mind power and true qi, and every move was already extraordinary, and then the moment the two of them were hit, they all flew backwards together, and they fell backwards, and the heavy snow around them flew rapidly.

In an instant, as if the curtain of a vicious battle had been opened, Chen Zhuo strode in pursuit, his hands probed and squeezed, and he had already pinched the wrists of the two, and the four arms behind his back turned into several sharp shadows at the same time, stretching and stretching, like a spear piercing, and like an arrow off the string, as fast as a chaotic arrow.

His body is not as good as the fists of the deity, and he is extraordinary, so his six arms are manifested and he changes more heavily.

Now once it is used, the heavy fist shadow is only like the ability of a thousand arms, and it has the momentum of attack.

The Jintai monk was in mid-air, a pair of big sleeves suddenly hula, as if the cyan clouds were floating in front of him, flicking and flicking, the true qi infusion was as strong as gold and iron, brushing away Chen Zhuo's grasp, and blocking several fist shadows.

Li Cunxiao relied on his horizontal practice of shaking the past and the present to be a little unscrupulous, hiding or hiding, and not guarding against it, allowing the stormy fist shadow to add to his body, without feeling the slightest pain, he smiled, his waist straightened, and he turned over a harrier, stabilized his center of gravity in mid-air, clenched his fist with his right hand, and smashed it out according to Chen Zhuo's heart.

He pushed his punch to the limit, but Chen Zhuojue didn't dodge it, and let the punch hit his chest.

The Jintai monk was about to fight back, and he didn't want Li Cunxiao's punch to touch Chen Zhuo, but suddenly it was like hitting a ball of cotton, his fist was deflected, and his strength was slanted, as if he was being taken crooked, and came towards him.

"Huh?"

In addition to being surprised, Jintai brushed his sleeves to meet it and defuse it.

Li Cunxiao was also stunned, and then looked at Chen Zhuoqing's robe drumming, if there was a breeze swirling inside, the water waves were rippling, and there were layers of ripples, but his eyes were burning and he punched again.

Sure enough, a punch was launched, and the moment the punch fell, he felt that there was an indescribable spiral force under his clothes that brought his fist strength to the side, and attacked Jintai instead.

Jin Tai's eyes were shining, his fists were running, and he opened Li Cunxiao's punch, and he wanted to launch a fast attack against Chen Zhuo.

It's just that the moment he made his move, he suddenly saw Chen Zhuo's head on his neck suddenly twisted, his neck moved lightly, and the brilliance on his face, which was nothing, flashed, and he actually had a blue-faced and fanged face out of thin air, and then shook his shoulders, only to see that the face was not substance, but a cloud of black gas condensed, struggling to fly away from his face, turning into a mass of sharp shadows, and rushing towards Li Cunxiao.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, one face mask only starts, and nine faces appear on Chen Zhuo's face one after another, all of which are not physical objects, but spiritual transformation; The ten faces broke through the air, and the eyebrows and eyes on them changed suddenly, not dead things, but turned into living things in the eyes of Jintai monks and Li Cunxiao, and became the faces of the people who were concerned about the two people's hearts, there were men and women, old and young, with voices in their mouths, squeezing their eyes and laughing, and they were lifelike.

Just said that the face floated in front of his eyes, and the Jintai monk felt that there were many phantoms in the snow, and those familiar faces instantly had bodies, hands and feet, walking around, and a few familiar shouts of déjà vu could be heard in his ears, which were extremely vivid.

"Good spiritual law!"

The Jintai monk glanced at it, and his heart was secretly shocked, this face can actually attract the mood of others, like falling into the demon barrier, it is a means to attack the flaws in the hearts of others.

Li Cunxiao was also slightly stunned.

But when the two of them reacted, Chen Zhuo had already retreated into the wind and snow, hiding behind the ten faces, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the false in the shadows, hiding the murderous intention.

"Roar!"

In the face of this formless and qualitative means, Li Cunxiao suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar like a lion and a tiger, and his majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, his hands were flamboyant, his face was distorted, his breath was endless, and the snow flying above his head was like a waterfall flowing backwards, and it was like a white water curtain, hanging high in the air.

The ground was full of rubble, trembling and crumbling.

"Huh."

Suddenly, a faint chuckle sounded after himself, Li Cunxiao roared, looked back, and the moment he turned his head, he saw a big hand grabbing his neck, and then raised his hand and threw it into the air.

The person who punched took advantage of the situation to pursue, and a few big strides caught up, all six arms were clenched into fists, and the fists were like random arrows, like a storm hitting Li Cunxiao in mid-air, and the six arms were like twisting and trembling long whips, even pumping and beating, and the red mangs flowed on it, only the broken armor was shattered.

It lasted for four or five breaths, and as soon as the fist was exhausted, Chen Zhuo jumped and smashed down with one knee, like a heavy hammer falling, smashing into Li Cunxiao's chest, and the two of them fell from the air together.

"Wow!"

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, Li Cunxiao was trapped in a big pit, and opened his mouth to spew blood mist.

Chen Zhuo turned over, turned his head to look at the Jintai monk, and smiled, but he didn't make a move, but turned his gaze back to Li Cunxiao, squinted his eyes downward, and said softly: "It's not all done, when will you wait?" ”

Although Li Cunxiao vomited blood in his mouth, he giggled like crazy when he heard the words, and immediately stood up on the ground, only under the gaze of Jintai Monk and Chen Zhuo, his breath sank and slowed, and there was a sparse sound of "crackling" in his originally dry and thin body, and this sound was out of control, like a series of artillery battles on the flat ground, which lasted for more than 100 sounds.

"It's fun!"

(End of chapter)