Thinking of this, the free swordsman Kong Wei stood with his hands in the distance, quite a bit like sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight. Cui Shiyuan looked at it and was about to go up to help, but he was unexpectedly stopped by Lin Yi and said, "The martial arts of these two sudden people are not simple, with your skills, rushing over is tantamount to adding a burden to the master." ”

"Then what can I do? Now that the Voyeur Daoist is in a coma here, and She Daxia is seriously injured again, is it possible that the two of us still want to stand here and watch the play?" Cui Shiyuan felt that the relationship with Monk Huikong was irreversible, and he couldn't see his own people suffering, so he argued with Lin Yi anxiously.

"Let's take a look for the time being, fortunately, the two of them are not in unison, and under the one-on-one single-handedness, I believe that with the master's cultivation, it is enough to deal with it. ”

In fact, Lin Yi's heart was also worried about such a change, after all, it was related to the life and death of a cadre and others, and the only way to do it now was to hope that Master Gongye Jinghong would come as soon as possible to resolve the disadvantage.

Looking into the middle of the battle, I saw that Murong Qi, the thousand-faced Langjun, had superb swordsmanship, and the cold iron mourning gate sword in his hand carried a thousand murderous aura, ten thousand majesty, and the moves were unpredictable and swept towards Monk Huikong.

However, the master did not show weakness, and his double-palmed wheel moved his body in a fluctuating shape, repeatedly dodging the sword style attacking from the west. As soon as he had the opportunity, he handed over the move closely, and a steady stream of energy lingered in his palm, like wind and thunder, fast as lightning, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Kong Wei watched the battle with a calm expression, and said secretly in his heart, "This great monk is really a senior monk of the Shaolin faction, and he has such a high level of internal attainment in a few years, it seems that he will really have to make good use of some ingenuity when he is up to him." ”

The two of them on the field fought for about 20 rounds, and Murong Qi felt that with his own kung fu, if he wanted to win against this great monk with swordsmanship, it was probably not possible to wait for the opportunity to show his precious secret weapon, and he could quickly go back to ask for credit.

Having made up his mind, Murong Qi's sword shook and forced away the face-on palm from Monk Huikong. Followed by a fierce turn, he threw off the chivalrous man, and the wide back swing flew up, blocking the sight of the monk Huikong, and at this opportunity, he quickly took an object in his arms, shook it, and shot out.

Monk Huikong saw that this guy's body shape was different, and he already knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly mobilized his internal force to gather in his palm, and used the Shaolin peerless "Great Compassion Seal"!

This "Great Compassion Seal" is an extremely advanced form of qigong, which requires the practitioner to have a deep enough internal force to cultivate before it can turn the virtual into reality and dominate the world.

And Monk Huikong, as one of the three great monks of Shaolin, due to his years of practice of "Bodhi Zen Heart", is now easy to perform, and with only thirty percent of his strength, he has turned Murong Qi's raised clothes and the Cui Ning needle hidden under it into powder.

"Suffered, this monk has such profound cultivation, it seems that even I am not his opponent, no wonder Qin Huai and the others are defeated here. ”

Thinking about it, Monk Huikong's palm did not stop for a moment. If he is unfortunate enough to be photographed by him this time, he expects that his own flesh and blood will be torn apart like those few emerald condensing needles.

There was no room for too much deliberation on the battlefield, Murong Qi subconsciously searched his mind, and suddenly remembered that the first volume of the Divine Skill handed over to him by the Blood Demon Ancestor had been recorded, yin and yang were born together, and they restrained each other.

The great monk in front of him is using the palm method of the most rigid and yang, and the blood demon magic skill that he has practiced to the yin and soft is the old enemy, maybe he can defeat him with this method, I don't know?

At the critical moment, I saw that Murong Qi suddenly committed heresy, and put on a strange posture that everyone present had never seen. For this reason, Cui Shiyuan, who didn't know why, laughed at him to Kobayashi Yihao, but after a while, he couldn't laugh anymore.

A cloud of scarlet blood mist gradually diffused on Murong Qi's body, as if it was a solid shield, no matter how Monk Huikong exerted his strength, he was completely unmoved.

"My mother-in-law, could it be the Blood Demon Divine Skill...... Cui Shiyuan, who couldn't believe the prospect, quickly rubbed his eyes, for fear that he had lost his eyes, but after repeated confirmations, he finally affirmed his thoughts, this is the Blood Demon Divine Skill!

For him, the fear of being dominated by Fei Lian Tai Sui with Lu Qian and Lu Qian in the Jiang family's old store is still vivid. I never thought that now in the Flying Star Pavilion realm, that evil sect kung fu would reappear.

Lin Yi suddenly felt a tremor beside him, and couldn't help but look at Cui Shiyuan, at this moment, he had involuntarily begun to tremble, and the fine beads of sweat that continued to ooze out from his forehead could be concluded that Cui Shiyuan's appearance was definitely not caused by the cold weather.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly afraid of being like this?" Lin Yi Xiaotong is still a child after all, even if he has outstanding martial arts, he has never seen such a strange kung fu as Murong Qi, so naturally he doesn't know how powerful it is.

At the same time, like him, there was also Kong Wei, a free swordsman standing on a high slope in the distance.

Originally, in his opinion, with Murong Qi's two blows, he would fight with the Great Monk Huikong for more than 30 rounds at most, and it would be his turn to go into battle to clean up the mess, judging from the situation in front of him, I don't know when this kid actually learned such a powerful skill, which is really not to be underestimated.

"It's ...... Blood Demon Evil Skill ......" Cui Shiyuan whispered in his mouth, but his eyes kept staring at the battle between Monk Huikong and Murong Qi, and the three emotions of worry, panic, and fear spread to his heart in turn.

"What kind of work? Why have I never heard Master mention it? But it seems that there are some doorways, and I will meet him later. In order to be a hero in front of Cui Shiyuan, Xiao Lin Yi handed over the voyeur to him to take care of, and he stood up and was about to move forward.

It was also at this time that the monk Huikong raised the "Great Compassion Seal" to ten percent of the strength, which suddenly caused the wide monk's robe on his body to be windless and automatic, and the eyebrows and eyes suddenly condensed with ten thousand zhang of righteousness, as if the Buddha outside the world came to earth.

"Monk, seeing that you also have some ability, it is better to tie up your hands early, and save such a wasted effort. Murong Qi said, and the scarlet qi around him was even better. Seeing that a vicious battle was about to begin, Xiao Lin Yi suddenly rushed closer, and before he could make a move, he was knocked out by Murong Qi's casual palm.

"Hmph, it's really a pity that a little doll who doesn't think enough can come to me to commit murder. ”

"Thieves don't want to be rampant, and look at the palm of the poor monk!" Monk Huikong shouted violently, and the ten-percent energetic "Great Compassion Seal" came over, and in mid-air, it became a huge golden Buddha seal, and attacked it.