The Tianyuan Arena was full, and with a burst of warm applause, the phoenix flower wore a red and hot long skirt and slowly walked into the ring.

She held the megaphone worm in her hand and said loudly: "Good morning, everyone, today is the last game of the first round, now let's welcome the players with warm applause." ”

"Shaolin Temple Eighteen Arhats Wuhui. ”

"A nobody in a small mountain village. ”

The audience applauded excitedly, like a tsunami.

Greeted with warm applause, the two entered one after another. The big battle is imminent, in order not to be affected by the pond fish, the anchovy flower quickly ran to the sidelines.

"Master, please make a move!" Feng Shu's left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was erected in front of his chest.

Wu Hui urged his internal strength, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of golden aura. "Hmph, Childe inevitably looks down on the poor monk too much. Do you really think you can beat me?"

In that case, you're welcome.

Fengshu ran over, his palms came out quickly, and there was a whirring sound, and what he used was a chain of gossip palms.

In the face of the chain of quick palms, he smiled coldly, calmly retreating and giving way. Sixteen years ago, Wu Hui once fought fiercely with a Baguazhang master for two days and one night, and he was naturally familiar with the characteristics of this kung fu.

A move has been made, but it has not been effective, Fengshu's right hand is a fist, and he changes his move halfway, strengthens his strength, and punches out.

Wu Hui saw this opportunity, stepped forward, put his right hand in the palm of his hand, and slapped it out with one palm.

The fists collided, Feng Shu was taken aback, this palm was very powerful, like a thousand catties. Immediately, there was a sharp pain in his right hand, and the whole person was shaken back half a step.

"Master, good kung fu!"

"Amitabha, the palm of the son is also a good palm. ”

Is my Baguazhang really so weak?

Fengshu regained his strength and once again used a series of palms. It's just that this time, he deliberately blended the fast and the slow with the virtual and the real, the left hand was fast and slow, and the right hand was slow and fast, but after a while, the gap in the middle door of Wuhui was exposed.

He caught the flaw in time, flew up, and threw his right foot out like a whip.

The moment he kicked his legs, Wu Hui slapped Wei Tuo and arrived.

Feng Shu only felt a pain in the sole of his right foot, and his whole body flew backwards for half a meter. After landing, he finally understood what this weird feeling was all about.

"Master, you're really well-informed!" Feng Shu said calmly and deliberately jokingly.

"Childe, it's ridiculous. Wu Hui responded lightly, he would not take it lightly because of one or two boastful words.

Since all my palm routines are known to him, how will he respond to this next move.

Feng Shu rushed over again, only this time, he didn't use the Baguazhang again, but moved as he pleased, his hands and fists fluttered, his feet followed his hands, and he beat his hands and feet in an orderly manner.

"Hmph, it's just in time, I'll let you see the power of Wei Tuo's palm today. Wu Hui pushed her hands forward, and her move was straight to the point.

Wei Tuozhang is one of the 72 stunts of Shaolin, Shaolin disciples, the first entry into the mountain gate can only practice Arhat boxing, three years later, with the strength to practice Fuhu boxing, dragon boxing, thousand Buddha hands, etc.

Wait until you have developed the power of the majestic palm, and then you will have the opportunity to practice the Vedic palm. The more time you practice, the stronger your palm will be.

The two hands touched, the palm force collided, Feng Shu only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the strong palm force made him breathless.

Click!

There was a muffled sound from his arm, and his body was instantly knocked into the air by the powerful palm force.

Wu Hui seized the opportunity to leap forward, jumped in front of him, and slashed his palm straight to his chest.

In desperation, Fengshu went up to the right and pushed with a backhand, hitting him on the shoulder.

Wu Hui's body floated backwards, and was knocked back half a step, and Feng Shu fell heavily to the ground.

He rolled over and got up, a pain in his chest, a heat in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurting out.

"Big brother, is he okay?" Xuan Ling asked worriedly when he saw that he was injured.

"Don't worry, if the bald donkey only has this ability, he will definitely not be able to win the wind book. Zhong Shenxiu, who was on the side, explained to her with confidence.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to him. Chen Jiaojiao patted the satchel on her waist, which was bulging, not only containing a few small puppets, but also a large conch.

"It's good, it's good, it's been a long time since I've met such an interesting opponent. Feng Shu was not afraid at all, but laughed excitedly.

He was also an aggressive person, his chest was boiling with blood, his fingers trembled slightly, and his irrepressible sword intent rose to the sky.

The sword intent just started, and a series of fierce sword qi erupted from his side in an instant.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Wu Hui clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, the golden Buddha light wrapped his whole body, and the Buddha's qi flew rapidly.

Countless Buddha Qi and Sword Qi collided with each other, making a thumping sound. The Buddha's qi fell on the bluestone floor, and the floor was instantly bombed to pieces. The sword qi brushed the bluestone floor, and the floor was cut into two pieces at once.

The stones and dirt gradually settled, and in the gray smoke, a man with a sword in his hand appeared.

His eyes were full of scarlet, his whole body was enveloped in reddish qi, and the sword made a buzzing sword sound.

"The world is really foolish, and for the sake of power, he is willing to fall into the devil. Wu Hui said with great grief and indignation: "In this case, the poor monk will do the Tao for Heaven today and eliminate the demons!"

"Master, you are wrong, it is I who is controlling the Blood Drinking Sword, not the Blood Drinking Sword that is controlling me. Feng Shu smiled indifferently, swung his sword in his right hand, and his move was a four-elephant phantom.

Two in life, two in three, three in four, four identical figures, holding swords and rushing towards him.

"Hmph, this kind of trick, don't want to deceive the poor monk!" Wu Hui shouted wildly, the Buddha's light flashed, and in the misty sky, the sound of compassion automatically sounded.

Accompanied by the faint Sanskrit sound, the Buddha light on Wuhui's body converged, and a five-meter-tall Bodhisattva floated above his head.

The bodhisattva is kind and kind-eyed, but he wears armor, combat boots, and carries a vajra on his shoulder. This is the highest state in the hands of Veda - Vedic Present Life.

Wu Huiyun makes the internal force, a steady stream of qi, wave after wave emerges from the body. He manipulated these qi and used it to drive the Vedic phase.

Veto flew and fought like a man.

As soon as he stepped down, he stepped on a wind book. A vajra pestle pierced, and another wind book turned into smoke. Turning around, he flicked his right foot, and the third wind book also became nothing.

It took a lot of energy to waste, the body of the wind book, and then it ran in front of him. He raised his hand and stabbed his sword forward.

What a fast sword!

Before Wu Hui could react, the tip of the sword had pierced his left shoulder. The white sword body turns red when it meets blood, like a delicate rose.

"Veda Buddha Palm!" Veda flew back instantly, swooped down, and slapped a heavy palm straight to the top of Fengshu's head.