"Dragonclaw!"

Qing Zheng's face changed slightly, and he stared at the two claws that rushed towards him with bated breath, put away his contempt, and turned his heart into it.

Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!

Megatron rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, even the dragon claw hand out, the world is invincible, is a martial art to the most masculine and strong, belongs to the Shaolin Temple seventy-two stunts.

Unexpectedly, the monk in front of him was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he was able to cultivate the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, which shows that the talent is by no means ordinary, and his status in the temple is not low, otherwise he would not be able to practice this mysterious and profound Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

"Double Dragons Play Pearls!"

The monk shouted lowly, waving his two claws, as if turning into two long dragons, the phantoms were heavy, the wind was fierce, and the castration was amazing, setting off a burst of fierce yang energy, and pounced fiercely on the green zither.

If you can't dodge and are caught by these two claws, even if you don't die, you only have one breath left.

It's terrifying.

Qingzheng bit his silver teeth, and now there is no way back, only a battle!

Bite!

The soft sword in his hand was raised, the sword light was huo, the delicate body was light, and it turned into a ball of sword light, and it traveled throughout the hall with the dragon claw.

To deal with the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, you must not take a hard attack, you can only choose an appropriate time to break it in one fell swoop!

There is no other way.

Fortunately, Qing Zheng knew that he was full of internal strength, and he could continue to use sword moves, even if he was defeated, he couldn't find the gap in the dragon claw hand, but it was never a problem for hundreds and eighty moves. Then wait for the thief to come and rescue him, and maybe he can win the battle.

Thief ......

For some reason, Fang Zhile's figure suddenly appeared in her heart, and she didn't understand why she was not thinking of the senior sister, the third senior sister and the junior sister at this critical moment, but the thief who often angered her.

Have you already ......

Qing Zheng shook his head violently, now is not the time to be cranky, what he has to do now is to stick to his mind, try not to show the gap, so that the Shaolin Dragon Claw hand has a chance, and try to find the gap of the other party, or prolong this battle as much as possible.

She firmly believes that as long as she can hold on until the thief comes to save her, then this vicious fight must have come to an end.

With a guarantee in his heart, Qingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more comfortable all over his body, and the sword moves he used were even more like a circle, continuous, like waves one after another.

The swordsmanship has changed abruptly, and the momentum has become more powerful and amazing, which has undoubtedly improved a realm.

This made Qingzheng surprised and delighted.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, his swordsmanship could make a breakthrough and reach a new realm.

The so-called breaking and then standing is nothing more than that.

Qingzheng was overjoyed, the breakthrough of swordsmanship and the backing of the evil thief, there was no need to worry or fear, in vain, the long sword shook, changed the defense into offense, and the whole person rushed up, in the sky is full of dragon shadows, kill a bloody path, the sword light is bright, and it suddenly blooms at that moment!

The sword light was brilliant and brilliant, which surprised many young people and women for a while!

They didn't expect that the nun of the Emei faction would make a breakthrough in the moment of life and death, so that the swordsmanship could be taken to the next level, and he faintly had a draw with the Shaolin faction disciple Yuantong.

"Hey, something is wrong!"

Suddenly, many young people had sharp eyes and saw the clues.

Even though that nun's swordsmanship has broken through to a higher level, the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand is a martial art that is the most masculine and strong, and the monk Yuantong is strong and strong, and he is really invincible when he shows it.

But that nun actually relied on the three-foot soft sword in her hand to block the monk's Yuantong's move after move dragon claw hand with an understatement?

It's incredible.

After all, the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand has been famous in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and even if the nun's swordsmanship is to the sky, it will never be possible to have a tie with the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!

The only explanation is ......

"Could it be that her internal strength is really stronger than Yijiazi?"

"The Emei faction is a treasure of feng shui, and all of them are elites. ”

"The old nun of Huikong is amazing, she has taught such a powerful four female disciples, if she lets the Emei faction escape today, he will be very prosperous. ”

"In the future, will it be possible that the rivers and lakes will be a three-legged stand of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei?

Many young people and women smiled wryly.

There are four female disciples of the Emei faction, three of them are not only powerful in martial arts, but also so strong in internal strength, if they are given enough time, why is the Emei faction not happy?

If the Emei faction rises, it is conceivable that the limelight will overshadow the rest of the sects, and be as famous as Shaolin and Wudang, famous in the rivers and lakes, and powerful in martial arts!

After the rivers and lakes, it is bound to become a three-legged tripod.

In this way, wouldn't it be even more difficult for the other sects, such as Kunlun, Kongtong, Huashan, and so on, to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes? I am afraid that in the end, there will not even be many disciples left.

Nothing good!

It can even be said that after the queen, Emei became the third largest sect in the rivers and lakes, and the disciples of the rest of the sects withered, not far from the rivers and lakes.

What will be the pattern of the rivers and lakes in the future, Xia Yanyu, the senior sister of the Emei faction, dare not imagine, at least she has not suffered today's catastrophe, she does not dare and is not qualified to imagine.

All she could imagine at the moment was how to defeat the old woman in front of her.

Elder of the Diancang faction, Yunling Immortal Gu.

The long sword had been shattered by Yun Ling Immortal Gu's palms, and the power of Qingfeng's sword technique had been greatly reduced, and the palms around him were heavy, and he felt that his breathing began to be difficult.

Xia Yanyu gritted her teeth, sweating profusely, and even her hair was scattered by the palm wind blowing on her face, looking a little embarrassed.

But she didn't give up, and still did her best to show all the swordsmanship she had learned in her life.

There will be a time when manpower will run out.

What's more, she has already dismantled seventy or eighty moves, and in front of the long-famous Yunling Immortal Gu, in the end, she still can't escape the tragic end of defeat.

"Are you going to lose?"

Xia Yanyu's eyes were blurred, faces appeared in front of him, he smiled bitterly, muttered softly, his heart trembled inexplicably, and a face with a wicked smile flashed in his mind, stretching out two fingers and gesturing, as if encouraging himself!

No way!

As a senior sister of the Emei faction, how can I lose like this! I must not let that guy underestimate himself!!

The second junior sister, the third junior sister and the little junior sister are all waiting for me, I must not fall like this, I want to cheer up, I must cheer up, fulfill the last wish of the master, and carry forward the Emei faction.

Xia Yanyu gritted his teeth, he didn't know where he got the strength, the long sword flicked, and the momentum skyrocketed in vain, and the Qingfeng Sword Technique was displayed again, endlessly, and the breath was long, which was several times more powerful than the previous two times!

Even everyone present was surprised when they saw this scene.

Another breakthrough?

How did the old nun of the Emei sect Huikong teach the disciples, and how did each one become stronger than the other? It is even more incredible, both nuns have made a new breakthrough in swordsmanship at a critical moment?

If it weren't for the fact that the sword qi emanating from Xia Yanyu's swordsmanship was the same as before, everyone would really think that it was possessed by the immortal old nun of Huikong at this moment.

How could it be so bizarre otherwise?

"Hmph! The end of the strong crossbow!" Regarding the breakthrough in Xia Yanyu's swordsmanship, Yunling Immortal Gu smiled coldly, her body shook, her two palms flew over, and she attacked her.

Xia Yanyu raised his sword to greet him.

For a while, the two turned into a ball of light and shadow, and they fought again, a little more intense than before.

In this melee, Fang Zhile Lingbo took a slight step, directly jumped over the buffer, mentioned the extreme, and the speed was as fast as lightning, and when Nie Yuanchao and Hong Shihua just wanted to swing their swords and cut down, they stretched out their two hands, fingering all over the sky, brushed twice, and then pierced through the middle.

When everyone in the hall looked over, they were shocked to find that Nie Yuanchao and Hong Shihua were stiff and unable to move, and they were dumbfounded for a while.

What kind of weird martial arts is this?

Point technique?

Fang Zhile ignored everyone's stunned gaze, it was really that he was numb to that kind of gaze, he smiled, raised his head and swept across the battlefield, saw Qingzheng and Shaolin Temple disciple Yuantong fighting, and then saw the Shaolin dragon claw hand, frowned slightly, and then his eyes fell on the seven little children and another monk Yuanfeng, muttered for a while, shook his body, and came behind the seven little children.

The spicy chick has a half-hearted internal strength, and it is expected that she can survive for a while under the hands of the Shaolin dragon claw.

I was worried that the seven little kids in front of me had no actual combat experience and would suffer a dark loss, so I rushed to help.

"Wudang Seven Heroes, well done, go and play, let the eldest brother come!" Fang Zhile pulled the seven little children away, grinned, stood up straight, and looked at the monk in front of him.

The seven little kids nodded obediently and dodged away together.

Everyone in the hall watched this scene, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

I thought that the seven little children with their own internal strength would have a big battle with the disciples of Shaolin Temple, but where did they think that they were going to stare at the disciples of Shaolin Temple?

Dare to love seven little children just to stall for time?

my uncle!

Become a demon!

Who taught the disciple to be so different?

If Zhang Sanmad knew what everyone was thinking at this moment, he would definitely laugh, and you guys didn't use their brains to think about it, how old are the junior disciples? Let them fight with the experienced disciples of Shaolin Temple? Even if they have strong internal strength, they will inevitably suffer a dark loss once they fight, so they won't be so stupid.

"Good donor, little monk Yuanfeng. The monk Yuanfeng was of medium stature, his face was slightly yellow, he looked at Fang Zhile with a faint smile, and saluted with one hand, invisibly exuding a compelling momentum.

Fang Zhile nodded and smiled, "Little monk, who is your master?"

Yuanfeng was stunned for a moment, he never expected Fang Zhile to suddenly say such a thing, and out of politeness, he bowed back, "Amitabha, the little monk master has been in retreat for a long time, and it is inconvenient to say his name, please forgive the donor." ”

"Who is your mother?" Fang Zhile then asked.

"Old mother?" the monk Yuanfeng instantly became enlightened.

"Ahem, what does your mother mean by your mother?"

"Mother's ......" the monk Yuanfeng shook his head, his eyelids lowered, "The little monk's mother has already passed away, so I don't know." ”

"And who is your dad?"

"Dad?" Yuanfeng was completely stunned.

Fang Zhile's face was serious, and he nodded, "Yes, who does it mean that your father is?"

The monk Yuanfeng came to his senses, shook his head and said, "The little monk was born, and his parents died early, I don't know who they are!"

"Bastard !!"

Fang Zhile suddenly roared, shaking the entire Ningxin Hall and trembling, "Your master has raised you for many years, and as a disciple, you don't even dare to say the name of your master, because you are unfaithful! Your parents gave birth to you in the world and unfortunately died early, but as a son of man, you don't even know who your parents are, because you are unfilial! Emei is in trouble, as a disciple of the Shaolin faction, you didn't come to the rescue but fell into the well, it was for injustice! A disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous person like you, what face do you have to live in this world? It's better to hit the wall and die!!"

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