Seeing Ashinawei's whistle arrow, Wu Shijiu knew that there was a change in the camp in the west of the city, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and rushed over on the big black wind. At this time, the camp was already in flames, shouting and killing, and the camp gate was wide open and unattended. He galloped all the way to the firelight, and came to the big tent of Wanhu Mansion, and happened to meet Ashinawei who was teased.

Wu Shijiu looked around and saw that Jueru had fallen into a coma, and Li Lizun, Yin Wuyang and others were triumphantly watching an old monk and Ashinawei move, knowing that the situation was not good.

Looking at the old monk again, I found that his kung fu belonged to the same faction as Li Lizun, Yin Wuyang and others, but the internal force was more feminine, and the body was weak and boneless, a bit like modern yoga, but not all.

When he dodged backwards, his body was bent into an arch, which was similar to the iron plate bridge in the Central Plains martial arts, but it was not a hard bridge and a hard horse, horizontal and vertical. This kind of body rotation is casual, which is different from the Nine Palaces Flying Step and the Innate Twelve Styles.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but itch in his heart, and he really wanted to try this tantric master.

"Oh, so you're also a martial arts figure in the Central Plains, see if you can rescue this little doll from me. ”

Wu Ma Liangcuo said, raising a single knife and slashing down at Ashinawei. Wu Shijiu's body moved, and with a move of "Cave Candle Machine First" with both palms, he carried the fire spirit trick at the same time, and the flames of the flame palm sprayed straight over.

Wu Ma Liangcuo's eyes lit up, he shouted "Okay", threw a single knife, put his palms together, and slapped it against the flames, and a feminine air flow rushed straight over, which was the superior power of yin and yang.

The two palms collided in the air, with a loud bang, blowing a gust of evil wind, and the faces of the people around were blown into pain, and they retreated one after another.

Wu Shijiu stepped out of the middle palace under his feet, took half a step forward and wore nine shoes and one, and stood firmly.

Wu Ma Liangcuo shook his body and took half a step back, he thought that this half step was enough to offset the opponent's palm power, but he didn't know that there was an invisible force pushing over, and his body took another half step back uncontrollably.

However, it's not over yet.

Wu Shijiu's palm is a collection of the Nine Palaces Flying Steps, the Innate Twelve Styles and the Inner Strength of the Xuan Heart Sutra, which not only contains the strength of Tai Chi's rigidity and softness, but also the pure yang power of the flame palm, Yin and Yang complement each other, and the movement and stillness are appropriate, almost all the skills learned are integrated into this blow.

Wu Ma Liangcuo hadn't yet stood still, and suddenly felt that another invisible qi wall was pressing, and even his breathing was blocked, the true qi in his body was sluggish, and his body was uncontrollably "kicking and kicking" and taking three steps back, and then he took the pile and stood firm. An old face was red and white for a while, and it was embarrassing.

However, Wu Shijiu didn't give him time to be ashamed at all.

The left foot was lightly on the Xun position, the body was like an arrow off the string, and the right palm was the blade of the right palm of the "first sound and then the truth", cutting directly into the opponent's chest, and everyone present was just a flower in front of him, and a wall of wind brought up by Wu Shijiu had been pressed over.

Wu Ma Liangcuo didn't dare to be careless, knowing that the opponent's internal strength was profound, he dodged and attacked on the right side, and wanted to block when he reached forward with his left palm.

The innate twelve styles, pay attention to the moves, and take the lead everywhere. The intention of "first voice and then reality" is to lure the opponent to dodge or block, and the subsequent real moves will be endless. Wu Shijiu didn't wait for the other party to make a move, stepped on the kun position with his right foot, and kicked over with his left foot to change his move "Hurry First Come", only to see the shadow of his legs in the sky, and he couldn't tell which was virtual and which was real.

Wu Ma Liangcuo rolled on the ground, finally avoiding this round of attacks, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Young, it's kind of interesting. ”

Wu Shijiu smiled slightly and did not answer. The feet move quickly, the nine palace flying steps "wear along and against the wear" are combined at will, and the palms of "Yan Mo cooks first, asks the sky, and dares to be the first" moves are arbitrarily swayed and changed, and a move is as fast as a move.

Once the enemy enters the hand-to-hand encounter, the power of the Innate Twelve Styles is truly revealed. Wu Ma Liangcuo knew that he had encountered a strong opponent today, and he responded with twelve points of spirit. The two of them fought fast and fought dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

Li Lizun and Yin Wuyang stood aside and watched their palms sweat, secretly thinking that if they changed themselves, how many tricks would they be able to take?

Yin Wuyang is even more up-and-down, and in a trance, he only feels that this method and tricks are very familiar, like the predecessors he met tonight. But if you look closely, it is the psychic messenger that Killing Niuling met. He couldn't figure it out, he hadn't seen him for a few years, how could this young man have advanced by leaps and bounds and fought with his master?

Ashinawei and Asal helped Jueru to call out repeatedly, seeing that he just closed his eyes tightly, and his anger was like a gossamer, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and only hoped that Wu Shijiu would quickly solve the battle, defeat Wu Ma Liangcuo and others, and everyone would find a way to find Danba grass together, maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

Wu Shijiu also wanted to take down the other party as soon as possible.

But Tantra's kung fu is really mysterious, Wu Ma Liangcuo's body is like someone has been pulled out of the bones, soft as a snake, every critical moment, always bend the body into an incredible shape, smooth to dodge the attack.

After fighting for dozens of moves, Wu Shijiu gradually urged the fire spirit technique, and the pure yang qi of Bi Fang's fire sac emanated, and the scorching breath in the palm wind forced Wu Ma Liangcuo to retreat again and again. The people around also felt that the hot wind was blowing on their faces, and they couldn't breathe well.

Li Lizun took a few steps back, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow holding a spear and rushing straight behind Wen Puqi.

"Who?"

He wanted to stop it, but the distance between the two was at least three feet away.

After all, it was a slow step.

Wen Puqi barely knew martial arts, and it was too late to realize that someone had attacked. An iron spear pierced into the waist and abdomen, piercing through the fat belly.

He screamed heartbreakingly, and wanted to turn his head to look, but someone got up and stabbed down, and his head was cut off.

The person who killed him was none other than Zijin, who was still wearing Wu Shijiu's coarse cloth clothes.

Everyone was attracted by this scream, and even Wu Shijiu and Wu Ma Liangcuo also discovered the changes on the sidelines.

"Slut, are you looking for death?"

The long sword in Li Lizun's hand stabbed straight over, and without moving Zijin, he let go of the vital parts and rushed forward towards the long sword. No one expected that she would let the sword pierce into her right shoulder like crazy, penetrating her body, and she couldn't reach the hilt of the sword, and she looked at Li Lizun almost opposite.

His eyes were full of hatred and determination.

Li Lizun was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to draw his sword, but Zijin turned over his left hand without moving, and suddenly an extra short knife appeared, and stabbed into Li Lizun's lower abdomen with a "poof".

"Ah......h

Li Lizun screamed, raised his palm and slapped it down on the top of Zijin's head, this palm will definitely shatter her skull, and some people turned their faces and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Just listen to the "bang...... Bang" two muffled sounds.

At the first sound, Wu Shijiu attacked Li Lizun at the fastest speed, and slapped Li Lizun's chest with a move "Houhai Xianhe".

The second sound, but it was Wu Ma Liangcuo who followed closely, pushing with both palms, and slapping the power of yin and yang on Wu Shijiu's back.

Both of them are trying to save people, and they both used ten successes.

I don't know why, seeing that Wu Shijiu's life was in an instant, Wu Shijiu suddenly lost his mind, knowing in his heart that this was not Nalan Chunni, but his hands and feet didn't listen to the command.

He poured all his internal force into his palms, completely ignoring the empty door of his entire back, and just wanted to save Wu Jizi Jin in the fastest time.

Wu Ma Liangcuo saw that his apprentice was stabbed by a woman, and he was also shocked in his heart, although the flesh wound was not fatal, but if Wu Shijiu's palm was real, he would definitely die.

His palm originally wanted to force Wu Shijiu to save himself. Who knew that the other party didn't care about it, and just wanted to save the woman.

The palms of both hands, one in front of the other, were slapped almost at the same time.

Li Lizun was shot a few feet away, lying on the ground spurting blood, his whole body twitched and trembled, and he lost his breath after a while.

Wu Shijiu received this palm, only to feel that a stream of yin qi penetrated through his lungs, and the severe pain hit his heart like a firing needle, and the blood of the whole person was about to coagulate.

He staggered forward for more than ten steps before he stood firm, and then Wu Ma Liangcuo's second palm slapped at Zijin who didn't move.

Li Lizun was dead, and he didn't move Zijin to get revenge, and the whole person suddenly lost his strength, slumped on the ground and closed his eyes with a smile, and there was no longer any concern in his heart.

Not to mention being slapped by a palm, even if she was swept by the palm wind, she had to die.

Wu Shijiu endured the severe pain, stepped on the shock position under his feet, three on the left and seven on the right, stopped in front of Zijin who did not move, the true qi in his body turned, and he faced the other party with his two palms.

There was another loud "bang", and the two of them stuck their palms together, becoming a situation of competing internal strength.

Seriously injured, Wu Shijiu has lost his previous calmness at this moment, only feeling that the opponent's palm power is soft and fierce, wave after wave, while the pain in his back is constantly spreading.

The power of yin and yang in tantra has a long history, and it is feminine and tough, and it has a long stamina. If the opponent's skill is not as good as his own, he will form a backlash, and even control the opponent's breath for his own use and attack the opponent. Yin and Yang can control the resurrection of dead corpses and manipulate them to attack the living, this is the truth.

Because the dead are the easiest to control.

Wu Shijiu was seriously injured at this time, and his skills had been discounted, and he suddenly found that his skills were sucked away by the other party little by little, and then he fought back. It's like the true qi in the body has rebelled, and it turns around to help the opponent attack itself.

After a while, Wu Shijiu couldn't hold anything anymore, a hot breath surged up in his chest, his throat and eyes were sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "wow", Wu Ma Liangcuo couldn't dodge, and was sprayed all over his face.

It was this mouthful of blood that once again reversed the situation.

Because he has taken Bi Fang's fire sac, Wu Shijiu's blood is extremely corrosive, enough to drip blood through stones. Back then, in the Tengger Desert, even the scale armor of the nine-headed fierce dragon couldn't withstand this mouthful of blood, let alone the skinny old Tantric monk?

Wu Ma Liangcuo saw his hands, and suddenly his face was full of stinging, as if thousands of steel needles had pierced into his skin, where could he still care about competing for internal strength, "Ah" screamed, his body retreated sharply, and his face was scratched wildly with both hands.

Yin Wuyang hurriedly caught up and asked, "Master, how are you?" but was pushed away by Wu Ma Liangcuo: "Don't touch me, don't touch me, this blood is poisonous, poisonous......"

The blood on his hands was stained on Yin Wuyang's skin, and the sound of "Nga Ya" burned out a burst of white smoke. Yin and Yang were shocked, and hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, how dare he step forward again.

Struggling, to no avail.

With just one cup of tea, the hot blood burned through the skin, eyeballs, nose bones, lips and teeth, and burned all the way down the bones into the brain.

The poor generation of tantric masters jumped up high in pain, fell to the ground, slashed their hands and feet, and rolled all over the ground.

After a while, the blood seeped into the marrow of the brain, and Wu Ma Liangcuo twitched a few times, but did not move again.