He Yunmiao screamed behind him for Liu Zhixian to stop, but the long sword in Liu Zhixian's hand had already reached Monk Huiqing, how could he stop?

The long sword pointed directly at the heart of Monk Huiqing and broke through the air.

At this moment, Monk Huiqing's single palm, which was originally changing, suddenly stopped, and then pushed forward.

Monk Huiqing's palm collided with Liu Zhixian's long sword, and the tip of the sword pierced the palm of his hand.

"Knock ——!" A huge sound sounded between the two, as if the ancient bell that had been silent for thousands of years in the ancient temple in the deep mountains had been struck with a 10,000-pound giant hammer.

The sound of "bang" resounded through the sky, and the entire space was filled in an instant.

Then, a huge wave of qi rose from the body of Monk Huiqing, turning into a white mist mixed with the mud and sand on the ground and rushing forward.

Liu Zhixian was holding his sword against the palm of Monk Huiqing, but when he saw the white mist appear, the long sword in his hand shattered into eight or nine sections with a "bang" and was pushed onto his body.

Liu Zhixian screamed and fell to the ground.

The white mist was unabated, and it swept towards He Yunmiao and the others.

Since He Yunmiao recognized the martial arts used by Monk Huiqing, seeing this white mist, his face showed unprecedented solemnity.

She suddenly stepped forward, tied her lower coil tightly, her hands gathered qi from the dantian, her qi and blood boiled, and her internal force surged.

The white mist was blowing in front of him.

He Yunmiao slammed his palms in front of him, his internal force was cathartic, and a huge wave of qi blocked in front of him, protecting himself and the people behind him.

The white mist pounced on Heyun Miao's body, and there was a loud explosion.

He Yunmiao only felt that the power contained in the mist was amazing, and he struggled to support it, but the internal force in his body could no longer support it.

With a "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Heyunmiao's mouth, his expression was gloomy, and he rolled backwards to the ground.

And the night girl and the others behind her were even more miserable, shocked by the terrifying force in the white mist, and flew out upside down, all of them spurted out mouthfuls of blood, screaming continuously, and many people had already lost their breath.

Deng Fang looked at the miserable situation of He Yunmiao and the others, and her two lips trembled and muttered to herself.

"It's... This is the Shaolin Temple...... Mighty Vajra palm? ”

Then, Deng Fang turned his head to look at Monk Huiqing, but at this look, Deng Fang's tears fell unconsciously.

It turned out that Monk Huiqing was at this moment, his hands were folded, his head was lowered thoroughly, and there was no life on his body, and he had already returned to the west.

Deng Fang didn't cry or scream, but just ran to Monk Huiqing and straightened the robe on his body with his hands.

Suddenly, Deng Fang found that there was still a smile on Monk Huiqing's drooping face.

Seeing this smile, Deng Fang also laughed.

Deng Fang knew that the old monk was leaving with peace of mind, maybe for him, this was enough.

Crane Yunmiao rolled to the ground and got up from the ground with a disgraced face.

She looked at the miserable situation of the night girl and the others behind her, she was very angry, and her teeth were hard.

Then, she leaned forward and just wanted to call Liu Zhixian's name, but found Liu Zhixian lying on the ground, motionless.

And Liu Zhixian's face, neck, arms, thighs, chest, and abdomen were all inserted with broken sword blades that were shattered by Monk Huiqing's palm.

And in his hand, he still held the hilt of the sword, which was no longer bladeless, his eyes were full of disbelief, and in his mouth and nose, there was no longer breathing.

Perhaps, for a moment before Liu Zhixian died, he couldn't figure out why a dying person could still use such powerful martial arts.

However, everything has already passed, and everything will calm down.

He Yunmiao slowly walked in front of Monk Huiqing, first glanced at Deng Fang, who was sitting on the ground next to him, and then looked at Monk Huiqing.

"Huiqing, I really have you, I didn't expect you to hide a hand, it seems that your martial arts have really grown a lot over the years."

Then, Heyun's wonderful words changed, and there was a bit of sadness in his tone: "With the power of this palm alone, I am not as good as you." ”

Deng Fang looked up at He Yunmiao with a flat expression.

Heyun Miao glanced down at Deng Fang condescendingly, his eyes were cold, like the Nine Cold Caves.

And the night girl and other people who were not seriously injured also walked behind He Yunmiao, looking at Deng Fang, their eyes full of resentment and hatred.

The night girl stepped forward and waved her hand to give Deng Fang a slap, causing Deng Fang to flash aside and almost fall down.

"Little bastard, are you going to run?"

Deng Fang supported his body with his hands on the ground, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his mouth full of white teeth was also stained red with blood, but he didn't say a word.

He Yunmiao frowned, looked at Deng Fang and said to everyone: "Okay, take him with you, and find a place to recuperate for a while." ”

Then, He Yunmiao turned around, and the night girl reached out and grabbed Deng Fang's collar, dragged Deng Fang, followed the crowd, followed He Yunmiao, and left here.

Deng Fang was dragged by the night girl, but his eyes were always on Monk Huiqing, until he couldn't see Monk Huiqing......

In the forest, Deng Fang looked at the sky with blank eyes and suddenly laughed.

I went around in circles, but it still fell into the hands of the night girl, perhaps, this is fate.

Everyone walked for about half an hour and came to a river beach, and Heyunmiao motioned for everyone to rest for the time being, and everyone stopped.

The night girl was also injured on her body, but at this moment she found a big stone, waved her hand and threw Deng Fang aside, while she sat on the big stone, sat cross-legged, and used her skills to heal her injuries.

Deng Fang sat on the ground, pulling the sand on the river beach with his hands, and did not run away, because he knew that it was useless to escape.

He Yunmiao walked up to Deng Fang and asked coldly, "Can you still speak?" ”

Deng Fang didn't seem to hear her words, didn't say a word, just lowered her head and pulled the sand.

He Yunmiao frowned, and her voice was a little louder: "You pretend to be dumb with me?" ”

Deng Fang raised his head and glanced at He Yunmiao, and then lowered his head again.

Heyun laughed angrily: "Hmph, boy, tell me honestly how Li Yuanfeng passed on your Sorrowful Heaven Sword Technique, and I will protect your life." ”

"I don't know what the Heavenly Sorrow Sword Technique is."

"Are you confused with me?"

After that, He Yunmiao reached out and grabbed Deng Fang's arm, twisted his backhand, Deng Fang was pulled and turned over, but his arm was still in He Yunmiao's hand.

As soon as Heyun Miao's hand was forced, Deng Fang only felt that his arm was about to be broken, and he squeaked in pain.

Hearing Deng Fang's scream, those who were recuperating from their injuries all burst out laughing, and they seemed to be very happy.

But no matter how painful Deng Fang was, the sentence still came out of his mouth: "I don't know what the Sorrowful Heaven Sword Technique is, and you don't ask!" ”

He Yunmiao looked at Deng Fang and laughed: "Haha, I didn't expect you to be still a hard bone, I'll see how long you can last." ”

As she spoke, He Yunmiao looked at Deng Fang's arm in her hand, laughed cruelly, and then broke one of Deng Fang's fingers with a strong other hand.