Fuyao narrowed his eyes.

For so many years, she had been looking forward to reuniting with those two men.

and again.

Today has finally arrived!

In front of a strong wind, the figure of the white-haired Taoist priest disappeared instantly, the Taoist robe flew, and the next moment, the lotus platform between the two, the table opened a spider web, and the toes of the traveling toes pointed to the ground, like a strong crossbow vigorously sinking out, and the Taoist robe was like a touch of duckweed swimming in the wind, opening and closing.

Although he is a Taoist fetus, he is also good at the art of melee killing.

At the beginning of the back mountain of Shu Mountain, Zhou You once used a knife to repel the lord of the Heavenly Palace.

His robe was like a splash of water, and the edge of it roamed, bringing out the whistling wind of hunting!

The white-haired Taoist priest suddenly came to Fuyao, held the sword in one hand, and did not unsheath it, but stabbed it fiercely at Fuyao's door with the tip of the sheath.

The white-robed woman, whose half-sleeves were rolled up and her arms were wrapped around countless purple-gold divine talismans, raised a hand.

The divinity of the sky gathered on its own into a purple mirror the size of a palm.

"Pulling Sin" was hidden in the sheath, and the sword qi had been gathering momentum for a long time, and this sheath smashed the "Body Protector Divinity" in front of Fuyao for a while, and the cracked lines opened.

Zhou You's palm pressed the hilt of the sword of sin, as if pushing a giant tree, and instantly poked the tip of the sheath into the "divine realm" of Fuyao.

Fuyao tilted his head slightly.

The sheath shot through the divinity, like wind and thunder, nailed into the lotus platform behind her.

traveled around the extremely light body, and deceived her into the middle of her three feet.

Zhou You's two palms pressed down on his shoulders, pushing and pulling to resist, and for a moment of stalemate, time seemed to stand still.

The two men looked at each other.

It's like going back to the scene of the showdown in the north many years ago.

The next moment.

Fu Yao squinted his eyes, between the lightning and flint, he raised his two hands and pressed the back of Zhou You's palm, and did not force Zhou You's strength, but the whole body swept backwards, and at the same time sinked suddenly, and smashed down with the body of a white-haired Taoist priest, as if he was trying to smash Zhou You to the ground with force.

The two of them fell down one after the other, Zhou You suddenly withdrew his hand, his palms were like swimming fish, and the starlight instantly slipped out of Fuyao's palm.

His hands are pressed on the ground, and his waist is twisted.

"Tear up".

The fierce whip leg slashed through the void and whipped towards the face of Fuyao.

It's like a big whip.

Fuyao's face was expressionless, he raised a hand to block in front of him, and took the blow with his arm, and the whole person was chiseled to the side and flew away.

Zhou You's eyes were also calm, he did not stop the offensive, with this moment of sudden stopping, he mastered the absolute superiority of the fists and feet poured out like a storm, hitting the big sleeves of Fuyao, the divine tadpole talisman in the sky, it was too late to retract at this moment.

Every time the white-haired Taoist priest made a move, it was as fast as lightning, with the power of wind and thunder trembling, and smashed the talisman divinity of Fuyao, which was sonorous and could not be closed.

Unforgiving.

No one knows better than him how difficult Fuyao's "divinity" is, when he and Xu Zang joined forces to fight against this crazy woman, it was barely suppressed, and after reviewing that battle, he summed up many ways to suppress and confront.

One of the best is hand-to-hand combat.

A mouthful of continuous qi machine beat her mind and her mind was scattered, and she couldn't retract her divinity.

Circumambulation prevailed.

However, Ning Yi's eyelids kept jumping.

On the Lotus Dao platform, the speed of the two people was too fast, and he could only see clearly that Zhou You suppressed Fuyao in an extremely tough way, and this way turned out to be hand-to-hand combat.

Just such an approximation is enough to make Ning Yi feel incredible.

Zhou You's hand-to-hand combat skills are so strong?

Although I have seen and heard about it when I was in Shushan.

But how can an enlightened person who has been in retreat for a long time have such a powerful physique, which can no longer be described by the simple word "genius".

It can only be said that Zhou You is an extremely smart person, and he knows what his shortcomings are.

Dao Fetus and King Kong, as top innate qualifications, are the two extremes that are born to stand on opposite sides.

Soul and **.

And this congenital Dao fetus has hardly boiled himself to the point of "physical King Kong".

This is a great perseverance beyond the reach of mortals.

Is it specifically for this battle?

Or have you been planning to pressure your own cultivation physique?

Either way, it proves the horror of traveling.

The cultivators sitting under the stage, the magnates of Lotus Mountain, looked at the two entangled shadows in the prohibition of the Lotus Dao Platform, and listened to the sound of the bursting wind that came out, and their expressions changed slightly.

They thought it was just a scramble

But nowadays, that doesn't seem to be the case.

In their hearts, Zhou You is a calm and unhurried character, and after saying the word "teaching" lightly, it seems that he has changed a person.

The style of play of this palace master of Zixiao Palace is like a lone wolf, lonely and enterprising.

It's fierce.

Ning Yi looked at Zhou You and thought of what Senior Sister Qianshou had said to him.

"It won't be long before you'll be accomplished higher than mine. ”

The strength of Zhou You's fists and feet, in a trance, allowed Ning Yi to see the majesty of the "Thousand Hands".

A person is like an army of thousands of horses, beating so that the brocade silk with big sleeves is torn, and the divine talisman cannot be condensed.

Thousand-handed Wen Zhong once mentioned traveling to Ning Yi on the Wind Thunder Mountain.

The lord of the hill said that the way of traveling around is the way of the Shinto sword.

It is also the "road" of "the road can be expected".

Born with the favor of countless avenues, one by one and with clothes, he can maintain a normal heart, take it like a dump, and discard it like a shoe.

When a person, conceited, sees all his shortcomings clearly and improves them.

Then this person is the one who is closest to perfection.

Zhou You is such a person.

No shortcomings, no defects.

Almost saints.

The sound of the wind bursting sounded in Fuyao's ears.

No matter how heavy Zhou You's fists hit, her expression did not change in the slightest.

It's indifferent.

There was calm in the heart lake.

After the defeat in the battle in the north, Zhou You and Xu Zang had studied her, so she would naturally study these two opponents as well.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted.

The gas engine is sometimes poor.

This style of traveling around is indeed the best way to suppress yourself, but it's a pity that it's essentially a battle of qi, the two have the same realm, no matter how you temper your physique, it's not a demon character of the innate King Kong, and it's good to want to use this method to hammer your own qi instability, but unfortunately it doesn't work.

She doesn't have mood swings.

If Zhou You is an innate King Kong, or Zhou You can really play a killer move like Shushan Thousand Hands.

Then I'm afraid she will really have some mood swings.

The cuffs of Fuyao cracked one after another, and the divinity of the arms was slowly condensing the divinity of those protective bodies, and the divinity of those protective bodies was scattered around the platform, and there was no trace after splashing.

As if she was burying a sword in ambush, she hid it under the lotus platform.

Fuyao is waiting for a tour to ventilate.

She closed her eyes, and her breath was almost gone.

frowned.

I thought to myself, why did this Taoist priest's fists and feet fight more and more, and why didn't the qi machine run out?

If this continues, your qi may break first.

Fuyao opened his eyes suddenly.

Zhou You's fist slowed down for a moment.

It only takes a moment for the masters to fight.

The body of the white-robed woman mountain lord was steep, she gave up the action of raising her arm to cover it, revealing the flaws in most of her shoulders, and took the punch hard.

Fuyao frowned, his throat sweet.

The soles of her feet suddenly exerted force, and then collided with Zhou You.

There was a muffled sound.

Zhou You, who was in the middle of a ventilation machine, had a hollow chest and was hit by a blow to the shoulder, and his body had not had time to shoot out like a meteor.

Fuyao grabbed Zhou You's shoulders with both hands.

Hit the forehead with the forehead.

The white-haired Taoist priest's pupils contracted, and a Great Dao lotus flower appeared on his forehead, but it was a pity that it did not stop Fuyao's crazy moves.

The lotus flower was smashed to pieces in an instant.

The "King Kong Physique" that came out of the acquired cultivation of traveling around the world cracked at this moment, like a perfectly fired porcelain, cracked.

Fuyao's forehead also sunken, knocking out a bloody mouth.

But her face was expressionless, and her majestic divinity had already been compressed into that drop of blood, and the moment she hit her forehead with her forehead, like a sword, pierced into Zhou You's eyebrows.

The moment he hit his forehead, Fuyao let go of his hands, and Zhou You's body fell to the ground, and the "foreshadowing" that had been buried one after another before was all unveiled at this moment, and the Lianhu Dao platform was full of invisible "divinity", like thorns, and the body slid out uncontrollably.

King Kong's body is broken.

Zhou You's expression was painful, his eyes closed, he rolled over, found balance in the air, put his feet on the ground, and ploughed a shallow ravine.

The robe flies.

He pinched an extremely covert seal.

The "sin pulling" that was inserted into the ground before trembled instantly, and flew with its sheath.

Three points and one line.

Fuyao's pupils constricted, and he reacted extremely quickly to deflect his head.

It's still too late—

The ancient sword scabbard that was subject to the technique of "sword control" grazed her cheek, and the sword qi that came out of the sheath was extremely sharp, and with a sound of "bang", it brought up a pool of blood, like a thunderbolt, swept over Fuyao, came to the palm of Zhou You, and was slowly held by him.

Fuyao touched his cheek with one hand.

The palm of the hand is scarlet.

Seeing this scene, Zhou You smiled silently.

The long hair of the white-haired Taoist priest had already been dyed red.

He was all around, countless bloody mouths bloomed, the divine blade was squeezed out by him little by little, and the sound of falling to the ground was like a sword, clanging, and he didn't have time to bounce a second time, and immediately swept out towards Fuyao, and the talisman that turned into purple and gold color again in the air was orderly arranged on Fuyao's side.

Slowly wipe the corners of your lips with the back of your palm.

With a smile, he looked at the white-robed woman in front of him.

The machine has just been exhausted, no more, no less, and a breath of turbidity.

Her forehead was still bleeding.

Fu Yao slowly stretched out two fingers and wiped them together, and the blood in the center of his eyebrows quickly shrank, turning back into a lustrous jade color.

Her palms were divine and caressed her cheeks.

But the wound that was scratched by the sword qi of "pulling out the sin" could not heal as quickly as the center of the eyebrows.

The blood in the palm of the palm is rubbed more and more.