In front of the entrance of the blessed land, two figures stood opposite each other, the silver-haired young man had a cold expression and empty eyes, and the handsome monk in gray robe had a peaceful face, with a dusty aura that did not eat the fireworks of the world. Outside the blessed land, the bustling heads of people crowded in front of them, and the heavenly master of the Gorou Bagua Stick who had earlier left the corpse on the ground, blood flowing everywhere, but everyone's attention was all focused on the two inside.

The silver-haired young man, who turned into a bone palm with one hand, and cooperated with the extremely fast Ling Bo microstep, was invincible in the blessed land, killing no less than 100 people before and after. Now, a gray-robed monk has appeared in the sky and staged a good show of dissolving the power of his palm with one hand. It's just that the monk's words are not right, but they are extremely angry when they listen to it, if it weren't for the silver-haired young man Zhuyu in front of him, killing too many of their disciples, maybe he is the one who wants to kill him now.

One mouthful of my Buddha's compassion, one mouthful of one who does not go to hell, one mouthful of one who does not go to hell, one mouthful of suffering and salvation of the souls of the dead, and they ....... It's so similar. Of course, it is impossible for them to say that they shouted 'doing the right thing for heaven' based on their own interests, everyone tacitly understands it, even if they are all like-minded people, but the other party's acting skills are too clumsy, they are not distracted at all, and they do not have that feeling of moisturizing things silently.

It's like ..... In sarcasm!

Yes, it's irony.

Isn't it deliberate, isn't it just to show them?

Thinking about this, everyone was indignant.

"Master said, when you encounter this kind of hypocritical villain with a honey sword, you must kill it!" The silver-haired young man's face gradually became solemn, and he really regarded Ling Bai as an opponent who could match him.

The internal strength surged, and he stepped forward, but dozens of phantoms appeared on the spot, and that was because the speed was too fast. A palm discharge, as silent as a finger of Zen, but unstoppable, has the potential to split this heaven and earth.

Ling Bai knew that it was because the other party's cultivation was still low, and if it was performed by a Heavenly Rank Master, he would definitely be able to tear apart the Universe like a Sword Cultivator slashing the Heavenly Rank Master who forcibly broke into the blessed land.

It's a pity that the other party is still in the star position.

Below the middle star position, he is not afraid of anyone. This is not arrogance, nor is it ignorant of the height of the sky, and there are people outside the world, but a belief in invincibility. If the physical body is not bad, then it is not a failure, then it is not a loss, so naturally I have the confidence to say this.

If you want to defeat me, break my defenses first.

Ling Bai's eyes were cold, and he used to refer to his palm, which was directly the killing style of one-finger Zen.

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The index finger pierced the palm of the opponent's hand, bringing out a large flower of blood.

Not everyone is as strong as his physical body, and the cultivation of the two is equal, and it is a miscalculation to fight against him with his one-finger Zen with his flesh palm.

The silver-haired young man was in pain but did not panic, but directly withdrew as fast as lightning, went around his back, and did not hesitate to palm, like a dragon exploring the sea.

This is his strength.

Ling Bo stepped slightly, there were very few ways to compete with him in close combat, Ling Bai is light skill was a weakness, and he was slapped on the back by this palm.

"Sonorous. ”

The palms collided, as if two sharp knives collided together, and it was a clear sound of metal clashing, and even with a metal trill.

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The silver-haired young man was directly shocked back two steps.

"Is this a golden bell jar or an iron cloth shirt?" his voice finally had a hint of panic. But it was only a flash, and when it came to escaping for his life, Ling Bo Weibu was the top, which was part of the reason why he blocked the door unscrupulously.

Ling Bai chuckled, turned to look at him, and said lightly, "Did your master tell you what the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill is?"

"King Kong is not bad.... King Kong...."The silver-haired young man muttered a few times, his eyes were shocked, and he turned and left. His body fluttered like a light ball, and quickly moved sideways.

Ling Bai's fingers flicked, and a finger of Zen power quietly burst out.

The silver-haired young man felt something, and kept moving and dodging, but none of them hit him. In an instant, he crossed the cordon and left the blessed land.

The red-eyed warriors who were watching from the outside had been waiting for a long time, and they didn't need to raise their arms and shout, they rushed up.

Dozens of palm powers and sword qi swept through, densely packed, covering the sky and blocking all the retreats of the silver-haired youth.

"Master, save me!"

The silver-haired young man's eyes were split, and in the face of dozens or hundreds of martial artists above the star rank, he couldn't dodge even if he had all the abilities. The only thing he can rely on now is his all-powerful master, who pushes his opponent tens of thousands of miles.

Master will not watch and listen to him being killed.

This loud shout made everyone stunned, such a demonic disciple, what a terrifying master, if it was really his master.......

Above the sky, quietly, the weather was clear, cloudless, and not even a bird flew by.

While talking,

The silver-haired young man had been submerged in the unparalleled wave of sword qi.

The sword qi dissipated,

He was still standing strongly, but his whole body was full of deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, and in a breath, he was cut into a bloody man by the sword qi.

"Why ......."

At this moment, his eyes were lost, and he looked up at the air, and there was silence for a while.

When everyone saw him like that, they didn't bother to do it again, and they all stepped aside and looked at him indifferently.

"Why!"

The silver-haired young man raised his head and roared, extremely sad and indignant.

Just now

In the dark, an indifferent voice came into his mind.

"Apprentice, you are useless, take the first step for the teacher. ”

....

"Su Xin!"

The silver-haired youth yelled again, dragging his broken body and rushing into the blessed land. None of the gun-wielding special police and official warriors on the periphery stopped him and let him in. was defeated by only one person, and the master ruthlessly gave up on him, and he really didn't talk about any affection.

However, he was not defeated.

He wasn't defeated!

The monk didn't help him, and now he wants to retreat, why don't you save him?

With a full of resentment, he went straight to Ling Bai, who was watching under the gate, and slashed down with his backhand, fast and ruthless, steady and spicy.

"The bullshit King Kong is not bad, look at how I melt your flesh and blood. ”

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Ling Bai clasped his hands together, motionless as a pine, and smiled slightly, "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, donor." ”

"Be your mother's dog's head. ”

The silver-haired young man looked crazy, the more he saw Ling Bai, the more sad and angry he became, originally, everything was going in a very beautiful direction.

As long as he kills a few hundred more and proves that he is invincible at the same level, he will be able to get all the exercises taught by his master Su Xin. Master doesn't deceive people, Master said, be a man of your word and be true...... He said.... If you lose, you won't care about him....

He said,

It's true..........

"Donor, you're in love. Ling Bai sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and let the frantic silver-haired youth thrash him.

He had long since run out of oil, the blood on his body was still flowing, and almost every inch of white bones was exposed to the air.

But he didn't stop, he was going to prove himself.

He asked the master to fulfill his promise.

One palm,

One palm,

Mechanically volleyed,

boom

The body finally collapsed weakly.

His flowing silver hair was scattered on the ground, his eyes were looking at the sky in distraction, and the master's earnest teachings were still in his ears:

"To be a man of his word, he must be true to his word........"