It is not bad to use the black mallet as a Dao treasure to resist the attack of the master of the Zhenhua Realm, but Yuan Hao has already exhausted his Dao qi, and he can't draw any Dao qi at all for the black mallet to use. Under the attack of this mallet palm, if it can be successfully resisted, the black mallet will not be damaged, and the palm strength of the master of the Zhenhua Realm will inevitably suffer a lot of damage.

Yuan Hao laughed cruelly and pondered, "Stinky monk, old monk, it depends on whether your palms are hard or my mallets are hard!"

Unbeknownst to her, Miss Mozhu snorted, and the silver bell rang again. She didn't know where she had a lot of strength, and with a light swing of her jade hand, she pushed Yuan Hao to the side. Yuan Hao didn't expect it at all, he lost his center of gravity, and even fell to the side with a mallet and fell to the ground.

Yuan Hao turned his head in a panic, and Dorje's left palm followed, and he didn't have time to get up, but when he heard the strong wind, the wind was coming, which was very terrifying.

I saw that Miss Mozhu was not in a hurry or in a hurry, and the jade hand moved again, and took out an old pen barrel from the big sleeve, slender and long, which looked like a judge's pen at first glance. But this judge's pen is a little unusual.

The next moment, but seeing her volley in the air, from the tip of the pen, black water splashed, the black water was very strange, it could float in the air. She moved with one stroke, but also made a picture of the spirit, and started to paint, and in an instant, she painted a certain mountain-like painting, which has a kind of "stable as Mount Tai" trend. As soon as the painting mountain took shape, she pointed forward with the pen in her hand, and drew the mountain path from the top of the line, blocking Dorje's palm.

Dorje's palm is strong and strong, and when he encounters the black painting, he is very confident, and he feels that in the world today, there are very few masters who are comparable to his own strength, no matter what strange tricks this girl uses, in the current absolute strength, she can't help herself, and she faintly exerts a little more force in her hand. Who knows that the palm touches the black painting, like a fist hitting the head of the cotton flower, soft and weak, and the strength is difficult to develop, only to hear a loud sound, the painting mountain can not be supported, and it turns into a black water again.

Dorje was not surprised, he only felt a hot sore spot in his palm, screamed, slapped his left palm to the ground, jumped away with his strength, and looked down at his right palm, but saw that the palm was black, and it was all the black water that was painted, a thick layer, and it could not be erased. After a while, the black water made a sizzling sound, and the right palm was itchy, numb and painful, so it was not uncomfortable. He glared at Miss Mozhu with hatred, and then went up again, shouting, "Dead girl!

Seeing that Dorje was about to attack again, Miss Mozhu trembled faintly with her right wrist holding the pen, and said that the air was turning, while retreating and painting. The black water seemed to have spirituality, and wherever Miss Mozhu avoided, it followed it, and it did not leave Miss Mozhu half a step for a moment. She carried the Dao Qi, and the lotus foot moved a small step, like a jump, fast and slow, and the butterfly fluttering left and right, a little like a god.

Dorje had never seen such a strange way of being in this way, and his left palm hit it several times in a row, booming and shattering, but every time he let Miss Mozhu avoid it, and he missed it with one palm. He endured the pain in his right palm and said, "If I show any mercy, God knows when the poison in my right palm will attack. 」

On the other hand, Yuan Hao, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned for a long time, his mouth was wide open, his eyelids twitched, he couldn't believe it, it was difficult to help himself.

Miss Mozhu used Dao Qi just now, in other words, she knows martial arts?

In Yuan Hao's impression, Miss Mozhu is a weak woman who can't use the slightest martial arts, and in the five days she got along, she never saw her use any martial arts, let alone refine her qi to practice, and buried herself in painting all day long, either teasing and laughing, or eating and sleeping, and it had nothing to do with martial arts at all. Now this weak woman, who only knows how to draw, can block Dorje's palm and fight with him.

You must know that Dorje is the top master of the Zhenhua Realm, on the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, in addition to the head of the five hegemons of the Martial Law Dao Alliance, how many people can be his opponents?

At the moment of the moonlight, Miss Mozhu is like a butterfly fluttering, the pen is like a god, an eagle's huge wings are wide open, the painting of killing the prey, the feeling of "eagle hitting the hair", is presented in front of you, and when the last stroke falls, the eagle is really vivid, full of power of giant wings waving up and down, low-altitude against the momentum, rolling up the loess in the sky.

Miss Mozhu pointed forward with the barrel of her pen, and the eagle flapped its wings vigorously, and the eagle's talons pointed towards Dorje, pounced on it. Dorje didn't dare to take it hard, but he was afraid that his left palm would also suffer, so he frequently avoided it. But the painted eagle chased after him, pounced and grabbed, and avoided moves, just like a real eagle.

Between Dorje and the eagle, Miss Mozhu's pen kept moving, and in an instant, a huge tiger had become a painting, and its face was hideous, and it was staring at Dorje. When Miss Mozhu's brush stopped, it was like a "tiger out of the sky", looking up and opening her mouth to the sky, without listening to the tiger's roar, she kicked her back foot and slammed up.

The eagle and tiger are the overlords of the sky and the earth, and hunting one thing together is an impossible situation in the world, but under the wonderful pen of Miss Mozhu, the eagle and tiger join forces, and the impossible is possible.

At this juncture, Dorje knew that if he didn't do anything again, he would die under the black water poison of this dead girl, his eyes burst into essence, and he screamed violently, and the air shook like thunder, which shocked Yuan Hao's ears with a pain and a loud buzzing sound.

I saw that Dorje's whole body had changed greatly, his palms sank to his waist, a stream of heat energy was surging from his body, and his limbs were rushing with heat, as if they had turned into a big fireball, and all the plants and trees at his feet were withered and dried up. Yuan Hao and Miss Mo Zhu both felt that the heat energy was compelling, and it was terrifying.

However, the painted eagle and the painted tiger were slaughtered as usual, Dorje sneered, and his left palm slowly sent out, and the hot palm had not yet touched the painted eagle and the painted tiger, and said, "Go!" With a wave of his hand, the approaching heat energy actually made the eagle and tiger burn all over their bodies, but when they saw that the painted tiger and the painted eagle did not move, the survey fell to the ground, and then it was burned to ashes and turned into a pool of black water again.

Yuan Hao's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "Miss Mozhu, that's internal force! That old family has used internal force, so shameless!" In the Fuxian Sect's banquet before, he had seen Dorje and Song Tianxiong compete for the judge's hammer, but at that time, due to the special situation, everyone was deeply afraid that it would affect the Dao Qi and would disturb the luck that the Fuxian Sect had accumulated with great difficulty, so the two sides faced each other and confronted each other with their own internal forces. Dorje used his internal strength, just like in the current situation, his whole body was like fire, so when he saw it, everyone could understand it.

At this moment, Dorje didn't care why Yuan Hao knew about this, he sneered, his old eyes flashed with viciousness, and said, "Yes, little girl, no matter what poison you use or what tricks you use, you can force Lao Hao to use internal strength, and you are always a good material. The old man decided to capture you back to the Holy Sect and train you personally, so that you could become the future combat force of our Holy Sect. 」

When Miss Mozhu saw that the painting was destroyed, and heard the word "internal force" again, her eyes were slightly squinting, her face was expressionless, and she couldn't tell whether she was afraid or happy, so she only said lightly: "Senior, take me again." As he spoke, his hand wanted to move again.

Dorje's face was cold, and he shouted, "Now that you know that Lao Ge has used his internal strength, and you still want to fight again?"