Ye Xiaodi held the knife in his backhand, slightly closed his eyes and protruded a breath of turbidity.

Flower fingers, vajra palms, demon subduing skills......

Ye Xiaodi silently recalled the kung fu used by Zen Nian to fight against himself, although there were only a few breaths, but Zen Nian used more than a dozen exercises to fight with himself.

When Ye Xiaodi opened his eyes, the pain on his body had almost been relieved.

"Donor, can you admit defeat?"

Zen Nian changed another fingering method called Dragon Capture Gong, knowing that Ye Xiaodi would not be soft, but since he was going to make a killing move, Zen Nian always had to do some foreshadowing.

"Knowingly asked. ”

Ye Xiaodi smiled, flipped a knife flower with his wrist, and slashed at Zen Nian with the most widely transmitted big knife technique among the soldiers.

The hand was like a dragon's claw, and when Zen Nian raised his hand to meet Ye Xiaodi, his arms and fingertips were wrapped in Gang Qi.

The palm of his hand collided with gold and iron, but Zen Nian did not fall behind, and Ye Xiaodi gradually had a feeling of swinging a knife and slashing on the steel bar.

The battle intensified, and Zen Nian was also faster than one move, and after more than a dozen moves, Ye Xiaodi was faintly unable to keep up with the speed of Zen Nian.

Hiss –

Zen Nian locked Ye Xiaodie's throat with a move, and it was just a blink of an eye to crush Ye Xiaodie's neck with his finger power after exercising.

Staring at the fingers that were getting closer and closer to him, Ye Xiaodi got down suddenly, and his Zen fingers flew over against Ye Xiaodie's scalp.

"Go there!"

Zen Nian shouted loudly, and the fingers that had been passing by Ye Xiaodi turned into iron hooks and were taken back.

Wow –

Ye Xiaodi carried the big dragon finch behind him, and the iron finger of Zen Nian left a faint trace on the golden finch head.

At this time, Ye Xiaodi didn't care about any image, and rolled on the spot, which was considered to have a relatively safe distance from Zen Nian again.

"He actually handed over all the Tibetan knife styles to you, but it's a pity that you haven't practiced at home!"

Several inevitable attacks were avoided by Ye Xiaodie by chance, and Zen Nian's heart gradually became very angry.

"Senior brother, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Zen Xin, who was watching the battle from a distance and was swept away by Zen thoughts, suddenly thought of something and reminded loudly.

"It's a little late!"

Ye Xiaodi lowered his head, making it impossible to see the smile on his face.

"I'm thirteen!"

When Ye Xiaodi raised his head again, he was shocked by the Zen Thoughts who were fighting against him, and the Zen Thoughts at this moment could clearly feel that the sword momentum exuded by Ye Xiaodie's body was very different from before.

Fighting against the eighteen bronze people, Ye Xiaodie's eight thousand miles can be regarded as opportunistic, if it is not for hitting the dead hole of the bronze people, it is delusional for Ye Xiaodi to win.

Moreover, although the momentum of 8,000 li is magnificent, it is outnumbered and its lethality is limited. But now Ye Xiaodi and Zen Nian are fighting alone, and the knife has stopped thirteen, and the eight thousand miles of gods and ghosts used by Ye Xiaodi are difficult to avoid at this time.

After passing through the study of Shengxian Village, and after a long time in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Tianyin Temple, Fu Xiao asked Ye Xiaodi the sentence before, how can he go in a variety of eight thousand miles, and finally Ye Xiaodi dismantled the answer.

"Three pounds of beef. ”

Ye Xiaodi took the initiative to stick to Zen Nian, the knife did not stop, and he turned several directions in a row to chop towards Zen Nian.

Dodging left and right, Zen Nian sometimes used his flower fingers to pull Ye Xiaodi's blade, and sometimes King Kong slapped the big dragon in Ye Xiaodie's hand away.

The more he fights, the more angry he becomes, although Ye Xiaodie's knife technique can barely catch his eyes, but Zen Nian always feels like Ye Xiaodie is chopping stuffing, which makes Zen Nian very angry.

Zen Xin stared at Ye Xiaodi from afar, this once unknown little Taoist priest, every time he would give some surprises to the rivers and lakes, Zen Xin wanted to see how Ye Xiaodi could be this time!

"Two taels of turbid wine!"

After a round of ferocious attacks, Ye Xiaodi did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but retreated vigilantly. On the contrary, this makes the Zen thoughts, which are ready to fight back, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Senior brother, retreat!"

Ye Xiaodie's actions finally made Zen Xin can't help but make a move, and flew towards the place where Ye Xiaodi landed, Zen Xin pointed out, and the wind rubbed by the finger force alone could make people feel the shaking around.

But although the movements of the Zen heart are fast, Ye Xiaodi's body is not slow.

When Zen Xin appeared in the place where Ye Xiaodi was before, Ye Xiaodi also appeared behind Zen Nian.

"The wind and dust are slow, and I will go eight thousand miles!"

Ye Xiaodi appeared behind Zen Nian, and he didn't linger for a breath, aiming at Zen Nian was a thunderous knife.

Since the realization of the eight thousand miles, Ye Xiaodi is rarely used on people alone, and after the perfection of the eight thousand miles, Zen is the first case.

The big dragon flung out of his hand and flew straight to the chest of Zen Nian, this time it was difficult to avoid the gods and ghosts, and this time it stretched for more than eight thousand miles.

"The vertical is noisy, look at the old man's dragon capture skills!"

The patience of judgment that has been lost by the surging Zen thoughts, a pair of palms is protected by yellow Gang Qi, and the dragon capture skill is as the name suggests, not to mention a big dragon startling a bird.

"Senior brother must not!"

Zen tried to stop it, but it was too late.

The blade of the big dragon frightening sparrow cut open Zen Nian's hands, if it weren't for the old monk's cultivation to be profound, just this contact, Zen Nian's palms would be cut off by the big dragon frightening sparrow.

At the first touch, Zen Nian calmed down a lot, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and Zen Nian hurriedly withdrew his hand to dodge. But gods and ghosts are hard to avoid, how can Zen thoughts avoid it?

A muffled snort, followed by a cry of pain from Zen Thought.

A shocking sound made people's hearts tremble. The dragon stood on the ground in shock, and Zen Nian's face was pale and he was panting.

Airplanes......

The Taibai Eight Swords were suspended again in the air, vigilantly facing the direction of Zen Heart.

"This is not a competition in the rivers and lakes, and this is not a competition in the ring......"

Zen Xin stared at Ye Xiaodi and said word by word.

"The master doesn't have to explain, just desperately!"

Ye Xiaodi smiled slightly, his voice a little contemptuous.

"In that case, the old man ......"

Zen Xin's words were not finished yet, and Ye Xiaodi's flying sword had already been delivered.

"King Kong is not bad!"

In the face of the Taibai Eight Swords, Zen Xin put his palms together, the robe and the white eyebrows flew together, and the golden Gang Qi made the eight flying swords return in vain every time they fell.

Wow –

Ye Xiaodie quickly rushed towards the big dragon and frightened the bird, and pulled out the big knife is one move to slash Huashan towards Zen Heart.

Poop!

The sound almost broke the eardrum, and when Ye Xiaodi and Zen Xin separated, Zen Xin did not move at all, but Ye Xiaodi knelt on one knee and blood flowed down the big dragon and finch in the countryside.

"Master Ye!"

Shocked by Zen heart, Ye Xiaodi only felt pain in the tiger's mouth, and when he was not conscious, he heard the voice of the little monk of Qinggui.

Thinking that he was in a trance, after a few more breaths, Ye Xiaodi suddenly woke up, and it was really the sound of Qinggui behind him, and it was accompanied by the cry of the precepts.

Ye Xiaodi turned his head suddenly, and in the distance, Zen Nian supported the ground with one hand, his face full of regret. Looking at himself again, Qing Gui stood there motionless, his body pierced by a demon-slaying pestle.

Ye Xiaodi only felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by something, and even his breathing was sluggish......