Fists, strides, and punches!

The simple three movements of the old burning knife are like a thousand tempers, and the momentum is complete. With a sound of "Peng", the flame beast exploded with its fist, and it had no power to resist. The flames dissipated, and a fiery red flame bead fell to the ground, dripping and spinning.

The old burner picked up the flame bead the size of a pigeon's egg, looked at it carefully, and put it in his sleeve. This flame bead contains a little bit of the essence of separation from fire, which is an auxiliary material for cultivating fire attribute exercises, and is worth at least 100 gold.

Wu Sheng stared at the floor tile at the foot of the old burning knife, the texture was like jade, the glaze was painted with gold and color, and the vine patterns of Dan and emerald surrounded a strange pattern. Wu Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, it was definitely not a beautiful ornamental pattern, but an ancient witch word - "sacrifice"!

He looked at it, and there were countless vines and bricks on the ground, like colorful snakes, crawling out one after another "sacrifice" words, which made his scalp numb and cold all over his body.

Hurried footsteps came from the other side of the corridor, and more than a dozen humans shouted and screamed, chasing and killing the two horses along the way. "Whew!" a man threw a knife away, and the blade was embedded in the left horse-shaped shoulder blade, making a sore crunch. Ma Hua's body was crooked, and two spikes were immediately inserted from the vest, Ma Hua fell forward, and a giant hammer smashed down, smashing the Tianling Gai to pieces, and the red and white brains burst out. Immediately, seven or eight hands plunged into the corpse's arms, and the jewels came out.

The other Ma Hua roared wildly, and the iron rod swept back with all his might, knocking open, four or five blades handed over one after another, and with the help of the anti-shock force, a somersault jumped high, and the volley flipped several feet in a row, rushing straight to the direction of Wu Sheng.

The old burning knife stood in the center of the palace corridor, and his body was as immobile as a mountain.

"Stop them for us!" Ma Hua recognized the old burning knife and shouted as he ran wildly. This old thing of the Terran has always been polite to them, and he will give them a lot of filial piety every month.

The old burning knife was sideways over his shoulder, Ma Hua passed past him, suddenly snorted, bleeding from the seven orifices, turned his head to look at the old burning knife, and slowly knelt on the ground.

"I don't understand when the sky changes, and life is waste. Lao Burning Knife shook his head, unhurriedly released his fist, and grabbed a fragrant Ganoderma lucidum grass from the other party.

The people who came after them slowed down and looked at each other, and one of the big scar-faced men had the courage to shout: "Old burner knife, this monkey is the first thing we fancied in, why do you stick a pole horizontally?"

The others also raised their swords and shouted: "That's right, what's the good thing, everyone wants to divide the meat in a pot!" "Old burning knives, a few of us are also refining qi and returning to the spirit, can you please it if you work hard?" "There are many treasures in the fairy palace, why break the rules?"

"Rules?" the old burnt knife murmured, his gaze over the crowd, as if reaching out into the distance. Suddenly, the high-pitched laughter of the old burning knife resounded in the palace corridor.

"That old burning knife, walking strong posture, has a majestic mountain in his body. The breeze looked into the empty Nightmare Lake and fell into deep thought.

Zhi Hunt said strangely: "Senior, haven't you seen him?"

"Fifty years ago, there was a Taoist boy in the immeasurable land who killed the master in anger and fled from the mountain, and most of them were this person. It is said that his roots and bones are excellent, and they are very compatible with the mountain character recipe of the immeasurable pure land. ”

"It's a blessing to be able to enter such a prominent Dao Gate as the Immeasurable Pure Land, why do you want to defect?"

"Most of the Taoist children come from poor families, although they are not as good as the family, they are also considered to be wealthy, and they have no worries about food and clothing. When I went to the mountain gate, I was reduced from a pet at home to a small guy who whispered and poured tea and urine, and sometimes he was beaten and punished, which was not so easy to survive. Qingfeng sighed in confusion, "I heard that this person has been in the immeasurable land for ten years, and he has only learned some martial arts, and he has not even been taught. ”

"Maybe it's because his roots are too good, and he is young and vigorous, and he doesn't know how to forbear. "Zhi Hunt is really thoughtful, only the scholar clan can be taught the true inheritance of the Daomen, even if he has enough blood now, he still needs the precious identity of "Yongning Hou Shizi".

"But endure and endure, and finally lose my sharpness. Standing silently, Qingfeng lowered his head and stared at the grass stalks bent by the wind, "My sword lacks this sharpness, so I was defeated by Yan Zhenglang's fist." ”

"Hahahaha...... Tell me the rules?" the old knife's gaze swept over everyone, laughing madly and coldly.

"I have been practicing boxing for 60 years, and I finally understand a truth. He paused word by word, slowly raised his fist, and his momentum was like a mountain.

Zhi Kazuma stared at Qingfeng's gloomy eyes, leaned down, and pulled up two grass stalks, one held in the palm of his hand, and the other was handed to Qingfeng.

Qingfeng subconsciously took it, Zhijiazhen's wrist vibrated lightly, the grass stalk was raised, and it turned into a sharp sword to break through the air, stabbing Qingfeng in the chest.

The breeze shook the grass stalks and sealed the grass stalks of the Zhijia Zhen. The grass stalks of the real branch hunt are changing, like virtual and real, and they move unpredictably. The grass stalks of the breeze are also like shadows, and the strain is like the wind.

Zhi Zhen suddenly asked: "Senior, are you born with high and low?"

Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and replied, "Naturally, there is." ”

"Is the sword born high and low?"

"Naturally—" Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and the grass stalks came straight through, gently touching the placket of Qingfeng's robe. He stared at the young man, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and threw the straw stalk in his hand far away, "No!"

"All the rules in this world are just to make you bow your head. ”

The old burning knife looked at him and walked straight into the crowd. The fist shattered the steel knife, piercing through the front door, and the opponent's head exploded like fireworks.

"If you have to bow your head,"

He moved, sinked his shoulders, struck again, blades cracking in front of his mountain-hard fists, blood splattering, and wailing endlessly.

"Then stand on the top of the highest mountain,"

With a "Peng" sound, he turned sideways and swung his fist, beating a person who attacked from behind to the stomach.

"Let all the rules look up for me!"

He progressed, sank his hips, swung his fists, and his qi was like a mountain pressing on the top, unstoppable. With every punch, someone will break his blade and fall to the ground and die.

The rest of the people were frightened, and the two of them shouted in unison, and behind them each appeared the phantom shadow of the law: a red-headed and green-eyed centipede, shaking its head and tail, swallowing poisonous mist, and an eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer, huge as a mountain bag, spinning and whistling.

The giant hammer kicked off a violent wind and smashed down from mid-air. The centipede method swims around close to each other, looking for opportunities to eat. The old burning knife is still simple, a stride punch.

"Boom!" The flesh fist was hard and the giant hammer was like a giant hammer, and the brilliance burst out, and the giant hammer was torn apart. The fist changed direction and hit the ground, and the concussive ripples radiated in all directions, and the centipede was rolled up and crushed by the waves of rage.

The two of them froze, their facial features bleeding, and the invincible fist strength had already penetrated the law and destroyed the vitality of the physical body.

The remaining one jumped into the air, the harrier turned over, chased the stars and the moon, and the swallow copied the water...... He changed more than ten kinds of light body techniques in a row, and fled in panic into the distance.

The old burning knife narrowed his eyes and swung his fist.

These fists have been immersed for sixty years, and they have long been perfected, returning to the basics, and wielding his own way from the most superficial martial arts techniques.

"There are edges and corners, it is called a mountain!" He lowered his shoulders and straightened his waist, striding and punching, and the phantom of the mountain peak shot out from his fist, drawing more than ten zhang in the air, and hit the man's vest.

"Refining the gods and returning to the void!" the man vomited blood and screamed, his body exploded, and the severed limbs and wreckage fell to the ground one by one.

The old burning knife walked over, scavenged the treasures and elixirs on many corpses, and glanced back at Wu Sheng: "I want to enter the core of the Immortal Palace as soon as possible, how to go?"