"It's terrifying and terrifying! Everything is expected by that little uncle Wudang! Aren't we going to fall into the net on this trip?"

"Wudang is a famous family, a thousand years old. The time has been lost, let's get out of here!"

"Uncle Wudang, it's so terrifying, it's beyond the capabilities of man!"

......

There was a panic among the blood-clothed people, and the people were panicked, and there was a tendency to collapse without attacking.

Rumble......

A palm slashed out, blood swept away, and a blood-clothed man screamed and was knocked out, his body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood was lost, turning into a skin-covered corpse, with a hideous face staring at the sky with wide eyes, and he couldn't see it.

"Who dares to retreat? That's how it ended!" the scar-faced man's face turned a strange blood red, and his breath suddenly rose, and he shouted sharply.

"What kind of Wudang junior uncle? It's just a young boy hiding on the mountain and pretending to be a ghost, if he dares to go down the mountain, his own ancestor will deal with it. Wait until you and I capture the Heavenly Pillar Dading together, and when the time comes, each of you will be rewarded with a set of superior magic skills of the Shura Blood Claw!"

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

Retreat, but also a death!

The faces of the blood-clothed men gradually turned hideous.

"Up!" the scar-faced man waved his palm down.

All the blood-clothed men drew their swords one after another and pounced fiercely.

"Formation, resist the enemy!" Xie Baoshu shouted.

"Order!" The Wudang disciples immediately drew their swords with good training, forming a circular formation to firmly protect the surroundings.

But Xie Baoshu himself stood in place without moving a step, and suddenly staggered his hands and shot out with a bang.

The palm swirls and is as strong as the tide and majestic as the sea, condensing into an invisible wall of qi, surging and pushing.

Bang bang bang!

The blood-clothed man who rushed to the front was like being hit by a mountain, and flew out with a bang.

At this time, the scar-faced man also slapped his palms out like a gourd.

The blood-colored aura is pervasive, vague and majestic like a sea of blood, and everywhere it goes, the bloody wind and blood rain corrode everything.

A very similar move!

One is gray and gray, one is mixed, the other is bloody and bloody!

Rumble!

The breath exploded.

The scar-faced man took three steps back.

And Xie Baoshu took more than ten steps back.

"What?" Xie Baoshu was shocked.

Was it just an illusion?

Exactly the same moves!

But the next moment, the black sinister laughed, and his palm was like the seal of the sky, and it was slammed down.

Waves of blood rolled, wave after wave, flooding the world and polluting everything.

"This move ......!" Xie Baoshu was shocked in his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, he flipped his hands and lifted it to the sky.

One on one and one down!

The palms were facing each other, and the strength was scattered, setting off a wave of qi, and the people around them retreated again and again, unable to get close.

Xie Baoshu slapped one palm at a time, and the palm of his hand flipped over, like a picturesque circle, and the arc was graceful.

The palm technique is strong, the return is round, the head and tail are circulating, endless.

Mixed elements, a wall of blocked air melted out, breaking through the air.

And the black evil is even more fierce, the palm is bloody, setting off a wave of blood, wave after wave, drowning.

The moves of the two seem to be different, or even almost identical, as if they are fighting with their own shadows.

One is just right, the other is full of blood.

The other party's realm is even higher than his own, and he comes under pressure.

Every time he slapped on the pair, Xie Baoshu couldn't help but retreat, and exclaimed, "Where did you steal the one-gasp yuan palm!"

"One Qi Mixed Yuan Palm? No, this is clearly my unique Black Demon Blood Yuan Palm!" "The Black Demon smiled fiercely, and suddenly changed his words, and smiled weirdly, "Do you know that our group also has Seven Evils, which is exactly the same number as the Seven Sons of Wudang!"

"What?" Xie Baoshu instinctively felt bad in his heart when he heard this.

"Because of the capture of Wudang Mountain, we Qisha can naturally become the new Wudang Seven Sons! The Great Law of the Ancestor's Blood Sea Transformation makes our Seven Evils' martial arts not only similar to yours, but even far above you!"

"Arrogance!" Xie Baoshu was furious, he had always been calm and steady, and he shot and went berserk.

But Heisha laughed strangely, setting off a sea of blood, and pressed back, forcing Xie Baoshu to retreat again and again.

......

A sword falls, like Tiangang Beidou, hanging high through the ages, sword qi is like starlight, falling one by one, killing awe-inspiring, dominating life and death!

And the sea of blood sounded and surfed, and it also rose into the sky, and the sword of the netherworld broke through the sea, rising and rising, slaughtering all beings, cruel and bloody.

Bang!

The blades collide and sparks shoot out.

The two figures retreated, separated by a slight touch, but then shot at each other, entangled in one place.

The sword light diverged, bursting out one after another sword flowers.

Within a few moments, the two figures went back and forth, wandering between the blades of the sword, and the slightest carelessness was the fate of the sword falling to the ground.

In the sound of the collision of sword blades, there were bursts of bitter laughter,

"Come on, let's see if your Tiangang Beidou Sword is powerful, or if my Qingsha Netherworld Sword is stronger!

The yin owl man laughed proudly, as if he was crazy, and the sword in his hand danced more and more wildly, sweeping in.

Shangguan Lingyun didn't say a word, the hand holding the sword didn't tremble, but the depths of his eyes became colder and colder, and there was not the slightest warmth.

......

Chopping, chipping, teasing......

There is no shadow of the knife technique, such as a crescent moon sweeping the sky, silently, and everything is killed!

Blood practice is swayed, the long knife is slashed, the spirit is broken, and the blood sea Yama is forever fallen.

Obviously they are two women, but the knife technique is so fierce, the move is bloody, and it points to the vital point, like two sides of the mirror, the moves are similar, and they are entangled in one place.

"Is it a coincidence? No, it's more than that!"

Zhuang Xiaolou was sensitive, and found that the other party's knife technique was almost exactly the same as his own, as if it was carved out of a mold.

What the hell is going on?

In the face of the seductive woman's attacking attack, she temporarily avoided her edge and walked flexibly.

......

The fist is like an angry thunder, like a sea, a punch is struck, the wind is strong, and it becomes a storm.

The fist is frightened, the Shura is in the sea, the mad demons are dancing, the evil ghosts in the world are unscrupulous, and they slaughter the common people.

The world's martial arts, the most fierce boxing.

As soon as the fist came out, the qi around the two of them was immediately very different.

One is the Fuhu Venerable, and the other is the Blood Sea Shura.

Punch to the flesh, move and snatch people.

......

One person stands on the pile, Xuanwu sits in the north, and does not move in all directions.

One person swam away, the black snake came out of the sea of blood, and the nine shades were chaotic.

......

The afterimage is heavy, stepping on the green clouds and going straight up, and the legs are like a blast of wind, endless.

The ghosts are bursting, wrapped in black clouds and fishy winds, and the yin qi is strong, like falling into hell.

......

The jade hand dragon claw, held it from afar, and the strength was taken in the air, and it couldn't move.

The hand of white bones, the ghost claws are fierce, devouring the flesh and soul and sinking into the Yellow Spring.

......

This night, the top of Wu Tianzhu was no longer calm, there was bloody wind and rain everywhere, and the shouts of killing did not stop.

Seven sons and seven evils, each fighting together.

Li Ghost Li Kui, for a while, it was ......

Righteousness does not suppress evil!

Now that there is no one in Wudang, it is time for you to abdicate and make way for the virtuous......!

Laughter erupted.

The blood was pressing, and the palm technique was fierce, gradually forcing Xie Baoshu to the corner of the stone platform, and if he took a step back, he would fall to the bottom of the cliff.

As if he saw the opponent's defeat and tragic death, the scars on the black face were twitching violently, like an ugly insect with teeth and claws.

"Really?" Xie Baoshu stood on the edge of the cliff and asked in a low voice.

"What?" the black eyes shrank sharply, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he pounced fiercely and violently, stifling all hidden dangers.

Then he saw a pair of eyes rise, and he slapped it in the air with a palm.

The subtle palm prints are clearly visible, mottled like mountains and rivers, the breath is vast, filled with an inexplicable atmosphere of gray and gray, as big as a mountain of five fingers.

Everywhere he went, he was in the dark, the flesh, and the power of his palm...... All of them were nirvana under one palm, turning into the most primitive, unborn void chaos.

What a terrible palm?

If the sky falls, its own existence will be completely wiped out, and any resistance will be so futile.

The next moment......

He flew out of his ribs, his ribs shattering and creaking, and he fell to the ground like a punching bag, blood spurting from his mouth.

"What kind of palm are you?"

He barely looked up, unable to believe it.

The good situation was completely crushed under the palm of his hand.

Xie Baoshu's face was pale, and his blood was completely gone, and he said in a deep voice.

"Wudang for a thousand years, the sky is arrogant! The amount of the little master and uncle's ancestor, how can you imagine the mouse generation?"