The long sword slashed at Fan Xiangsheng's left chest, instantly cutting through his clothes and cutting the flesh, and he was coerced by the sword momentum, smashing the table and chair with blood and hitting the wall, and finally landed on the wall.

Feng Ruoni wanted to chop off Duan Xiangsheng's left hand, but because of the sudden low sound, she missed it. Although he failed to cut off the opponent's right hand, it seems that the opponent should have lost his mobility.

It is precisely because she knows the viciousness of the Tianxiang Five Poison Scatter, and knows that if she does not subdue the other party with a heavy hand, then the person who can use the Tianxiang Five Poison Scatter will still have a back hand, so their chance to reverse at this moment may not be there.

However, it seems that this opportunity has just appeared.

A person's voice can make his own shot miss, what kind of sound is this? A master can release internal force, and Huashan's Qi Sect is a typical representative of internal force release. Yue Linzhi is one of the representatives, his voice can be as loud as this person, but it can affect Feng Ruoni's shot? If Yue Linzhi came to answer this question, he must have shook his head firmly.

Hengshan, also known as Nanyue, is one of the "five mountains" in the Central Plains. The naming of Hengshan, according to records, because it is located in the constellation of the twenty-eight stars of the wings, the change should be balanced, Quande Junwu, like a weighing instrument, can be called heaven and earth, so the name Hengshan.

What is a weighing instrument? What is the most important thing about a scale?

Hengshan swordsmanship is famous for its quasi-style, you must know that Hengshan swordsmanship is only seven styles, and each three-style method is only twenty-one moves. Compared with Huashan, the swordsmanship can be described as pitiful, but with these twenty-one moves, Hengshan is one of the three major schools of martial arts, and its swordsmanship is exquisite.

Then this person, with only one move of internal force transmission, made Feng Ruoni, who was the head of the quasi-word, lose her hand, it can be seen that the person who came must be a master.

When everyone turned around, they saw a figure coming from the original. It may not be appropriate to say that it is not appropriate, because it seems that the man obviously did not move his feet, but he still slowly entered the hall. And at the door of the hall, there were Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan lying down, and the man actually passed the two without moving. What kind of footwork is this?

No, not the footwork but the speed, in her eyes she watched the other person come in, but when the man stopped, she realized that it was her own eyes that were slow. It was the man who stopped first, and it was only when her gaze followed the man that she stopped. It's not like you usually look at the man and stop before his gaze stops.

Looking at a person and following a person, this may not be the difference in the eyes of ordinary people, but the master knows that this difference is as far as the ends of the world.

"It's you!" Xintian's tone finally changed at this time, and he was no longer as calm and steady as before.

"It's me. ”

"Sure enough, it's you!"

"That's me. ”

"You rakshasa

"Then I am the Rakshasa . ”

In addition to Xintian and the Rakshasa in front of him, only the two monks Zhiyuan and Shanfeng, plus the three major leaders, and Ye Qiutao were still standing. It was only then that they could see the owner of the bass that had suddenly appeared.

A white-haired old man stood in a purple robe, this white-haired old man, although his face was thin, but his face was radiant. It's not like the spirit he should have at his age. The purple robe on his body, the gold and silver silk threads are intertwined into diamond-shaped checks. The purple robe shone in the light, apparently woven from fine silk. It looks so moving, and it gives people a sense of majesty when draped over the old man. It's just that the old man's gaze was a little cold, colder than Duan Xiangsheng's gaze just now, as cold as a cold wind blowing on the frozen lake in December.

"Rakshasa!" Hearing the old man's answer, everyone's eyes widened except for the mountain peak. Because they know that there is only one person who can make Xintian shout the word Rakshasa out of his mouth. It can only be the Shaolin traitor who fled from the temple fifteen years ago, Xinyuan.

Before a few people had time to be surprised, Xin Yuan had already made a move, and Xin Tian seemed to have taken precautions and shot together. The two palmed each other like clapping hands, and as soon as the two palms intersected, there was no wind and waves, and the mountain peak was blown away and smashed against the wall. Zhiyuan and the others just took a step back, and froze in the confusion. The tables, chairs, and furniture in the council chamber were scattered and flew up and hit the wall, shattered and fell to the ground. The cronies and disciples lying on the ground were hit by wood chips, and they naturally had no reaction when they had already fainted.

The people who stood still didn't have time to be surprised, only to see a mouthful of blood gushing out of Xintian's mouth, while Xinyuan took a slight step forward. With this step, Xintian's whole person flew out and hit Zhiyuan, the momentum continued unabated, and the two of them slammed into the wall. And when Shinbuchi stepped on the side, his body avoided the blood spit out by Xintian because of the side of this step, so that it would not be splashed.

"Peaks. Run for me!" This cry had already been shouted after Xintian vomited blood, but it wasn't until Xintian was knocked away that Shanfeng received this signal in his head. Shanfeng's body instinctively looked back at Xintian, Xintian's face was distorted because of the injury, but there was a determination in his eyes. This god has seen the mountain peak, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, on that day Xintian who cast his demon slaying finger on sports, and Xintian, who listened to the unyielding cry of the mountain peak and sports, is the same as today's eyes.

Run. The mountain peak heard the shout that came from the next, it was the shout of the three major masters when they made a move. Although Shanfeng could hear it, his mind could no longer hold this information. Only running and running echoed in his head.

Who is this old man who suddenly appeared, why did Xintian make a palm with him, why did Xintian vomit blood, why did Xintian fly, why did Xintian tell him to run?

Don't think about it, Shanfeng didn't think about anything, just turned around according to instinct, stepped on the ground with his left foot, stepped on his right foot again, and then kicked the wall with his left foot and flew up, and after two steps in a row, he kicked his feet on the wall, and the whole person flew out of the meeting hall. Hit the ground with both feet, bang bang on the back of your head three times in a row, and then three more times.

As soon as the strength of his feet was about to be exerted, his brain was like a bowl of water that had been shaken suddenly and then flattened, and the water in the bowl slowly calmed down, and he could feel it. He felt his feet trembling, his heart pounding, his gasps rushing into his ears, and the vibration of the three masters smashing against the wall and then hitting the ground, he also felt it.

He turned and stepped back into the council chamber, where Nobuchi was looking at him and raised his left hand. Shanfeng didn't look at Xin Yuan, he looked at Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan who were sleeping on the ground, their faces were a little gray, he patted their faces to wipe off the dust, and then reached out to pick them up.

Shinbuchi's left hand probed back, and the mountain peak flew towards Shinbuchi as if someone had kicked him in the back. The mountain peak flying in the air felt the irresistible force behind him, and looked up at Nobubuchi, a fire rising in his eyes. The fire burned brighter and brighter, and then it was extinguished with a bang.

It turned out that Yuan Wenchui had already gotten up and rushed towards Xin Yuan, but Xin Yuan didn't see the fire in Shanfeng's eyes, because he had already looked back at Yuan Wenchui, and with a wave of his left hand, Shanfeng was pressed to the ground, and the stone slabs on the ground were all crushed, and Shanfeng felt that a mountain was pressed down, and then he had fainted before he could press the real feeling on his body.

After Yuan Wenxi was knocked to the ground by Xintian, the whole person had already bounced. He stepped forward with his left foot, clenched his hands into fists and made a stance, his upper clothes bursting open, and his left foot kicked. The whole person thought about Xin Yuan rushing forward, Xin Yuan felt Yuan Wen crack attacking, and waved his left hand down.

Yuan Wenxi rushed towards Xin Yuan, and with every step, the floor cracked, and his body skyrocketed by one point, and his complexion turned red by one point. When he arrived in front of Xin Yuan, his figure seemed to have doubled, and his whole complexion was already blood red. A punch was struck, and Shin Yuan stretched out his hand to resist, but he still stood still, as if the opponent's punch was useless.

It's not that this punch is useless, but this punch is easy to catch. Because it's just the first punch. Yes, Yuan Wenbi hit the second punch with a second punch and had already followed. The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch, the seventh punch. Xin Yuan didn't move an inch, only one left hand, blocking all the seven punches.

"Ah" Yuan Wenbi shouted after his seventh punch was blocked, and he hit seven seven and forty-nine punches in a row. At this time, the mountain peak that smashed on the ground had just fainted, and Yuan Wenbi had already blasted out fifty-six punches in this instant.

The sound of puff and puff was endless, because Yuan did not stop after forty-nine punches, but began the next round of attack. With each punch, the next punch was faster, and after the next punch was punched, Yuan's figure skyrocketed by one point, and his complexion became more and more red.

With a snap, a drop of water splashed onto the pillar of the council chamber, and before the drop of blood could flow, another drop hit the drop and was flattened by the impact. Wait, how is this water red?

No, it's not water, it's blood! That's right, it's the blood that rushed out of Yuan Wen's body. It turned out that Yuan Wenchui's red skin was not a color, but a layer of blood condensed on his skin. Yuan Wen, who threw punches at high speed, cracked his body, and with every punch, blood seeped out of his skin. With each punch, the speed of the punch was faster and the punch was more powerful, and the punch was so fast that the blood that had congealed in his body could no longer be maintained, so the blood kept splashing out, splashing on the ceiling of the council chamber, splashing on the pillars, splashing on the floor, splashing on the faces of the people lying on the ground.

Seven Wounds Boxing is the Kongtong faction's hand-me-down martial arts, this punch is powerful and powerful, the enemy can not resist this source of strength, will be deeply injured. But if this Seven Injuries Fist is used by a person whose internal strength has not been perfected, it will cause great harm to himself, and he will hurt others as well as himself. For each layer of punch power, the self-damage is increased by one point. Therefore, when the disciples of the Kongtong Sect fought with people, they would always bleed profusely, but when the internal strength became deeper and deeper, when they reached the third realm of the Seven Wounds Fist, they would no longer bleed. After that, the higher you go up to the realm, the better it will be for your body, not only to heal the previous injuries of your body, but also to nourish your body more.

When you practice to the Seventh Rank Technique, you will bleed again, but the bleeding at this time will not cause harm to your body, but will coagulate into a blood film on your body, which can protect you.

So why did Yuan Wenli, who was the head of the house, rush to blood again at this time? Because he made a special move, and this special move was the final secret of the "general technique" of the seventh layer realm of the Seven Injuries Fist. Hurting others ends up hurting yourself.

The three hundred and ninety-ninth punch was struck, Xin Yuan took a step back, and the third move of Yuan Wenxi's final trick ended. But the fourth move did not stop, followed by a blast. When the 409th punch was blasted, Shinbuchi took a second step back. On the four hundred and sixty-ninth punch, Xin Yuan took a third step back, and he was already using both hands. In the four hundred and ninety-fourth punch, Xin Yuan took the fourth step back, and then when the four hundred and ninety-seventh punch came, Xin Yuan was already the opponent took a step back with one punch.

At the time of the 499th punch, Shinbuchi did not retreat, because the 500th punch did not come. Yuan Wen's 500th fist stopped in the air, and his man stood straight and maintained a punching posture. Yuan Wenbi glared at Xin Yuan angrily, standing there motionless, his lips were bloodless, his whole body was also pale, and white smoke was emitting from his body. The entire council hall was already scarlet at this time, and there was a bloody aura.

Xin Yuan stretched out his hand and lightly pointed at Yuan Wenri's head, and Yuan Wenri's whole person flew out and hit the pillar. With a whoop, Yuan Wenchui, who fell to the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to vomit, but not a drop of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Yuan Wenchou on the ground opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. The body made him close his eyes, but his eyelids couldn't cover them.