The Taoist priest looked down, listening to their scolding, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the blue tendons on his forehead were faintly visible, and finally he sighed helplessly in his heart, quite a sense of hatred that iron is not made of steel, and turned around and flew down.

However, as soon as he returned, Li Wenshuo returned.

The Taoist priest noticed it, this time the Taoist priest did not turn around, nor did he look back, and at the moment when Li Wenshuo returned, another person rose to the sky.

It was a bald-headed young monk who couldn't fly, but he jumped hundreds of zhang high with his strong physique and came to Li Wenshuo.

He squinted, planning very carefully before making a move.

If Li Wenshuo fights him, he is not afraid at all, after all, he is physically strong, and what he is best at is exchanging injuries for injuries, not to mention what Li Wenshuo's strength is, even if the strength is far above him, it is difficult to kill him with one contact.

If Li Wenshuo turned around as shamelessly as before, he would use the Dreadnought Zen Seal of the Buddha Sect against the enemy, even if he flew away with his sword no matter how fast he thought about it, he would not be able to condense the Zen Seal faster.

And he felt that he had seen through Li Wenshuo's thoughts, and felt that the other party would inevitably choose the latter.

Li Wenshuo flew over, and before he stopped, he had already come to a foot in front of Li Wenshuo, this distance, even if Li Wenshuo turned around, it would be too late at this moment.

He threw a punch out.

It was a little different from what he expected.

The corners of Li Wenshuo's mouth provoked a mocking smile, the long sword stepped on his feet, and he also met it with a punch that had been gathering momentum for a long time, the opponent didn't know what exercises he practiced, and he looked strong and confident.

But his strength is not weak.

With this fist, all the clouds and mist gathered in the sky were swept clean by the surging wind, and the strength was like a knife cutting the face, and suddenly appeared in front of the monk's eyes.

The monk was a little surprised, but still confident.

His fist was extremely stable, without the slightest trembling, and the hard knuckles were pale white, looking like a hard bamboo, and like a pen that had been held for many years and splashed with ink.

Masters of tempering their bodies like them have tempered their own bodies to the extreme, and their control of their bodies is also perfect to the extreme, their moves are simple and powerful, but they can't completely avoid the opponent's attacks.

Therefore, their fists collided very directly, and the extreme high speed brought dark yellow flames in the air, causing the air to tremble and burn.

All kinds of forces in Li Wenshuo's body were running rapidly, and the surface of his body was suddenly shrouded in a rich black qi, covering his fists, silent and solid, with a faint metallic luster.

The moment the fists collided, there was incomparable silence around them, and the powerful force centered on the fists of the two people, squeezing the air within a hundred zhang of the surroundings, and not the slightest sound could be heard.

But more than ten miles away, on a sunny day, there was a dry thunder out of thin air, dull and shocking, and for a while, many people who were fleeing on the mountain also looked up.

Their fists were still tightly glued together.

Li Wenshuo's expression was cold, but the monk's face was a little pale.

The young monk only felt a complex and treacherous force coming down his left arm, shaking every inch of his muscles, every inch of his bones, accompanied by the kind of intense pain that extended deep into his veins and veins, almost unbearable.

But he is an ascetic in the Western Regions, and what he is best at in this life is patience, although his brows are tightly locked, he still endures everything.

It all happened in a very short period of time, and even the force in his fist was not exhausted.

But at this moment, a woman in a white dress appeared from behind Li Wenshuo, looking calm, indifferent like a fairy coming down from the Guanghan Palace, weak and weak, and gently brushed his forehead.

This palm seemed to be weak and weak, just like people chasing the annoying flies around them in the summer, but when the slap hit the bare head, there was a loud thunderous sound.

It's like the gods holding drumsticks and hammering tall hollow drums.

The monk has not yet reacted.

His head tilted slightly to the right, leaving a clear palm print on his bare forehead, and the skull was sunken into a foot deep, and it was rigidly embedded in his head.

Anyone with such an injury would not survive even a moment.

But the monk was not dead yet, he just held his head and began to scream, his eyes were red, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

Li Wenshuo knew why he didn't die, although he didn't know what method Lingxiushan used to make the divine soul out of the physical existence, but it was undeniable that if he delayed for a moment to let this monk wake up from the huge pain and get rid of this physical body, then he could still live.

His expression was cold, and there was hardly any superfluous reaction, and he just stabbed it out with a finger.

There was a sense of silence on his index finger, it was sword intent, and his fingers stabbed into the monk's eyebrows with supreme sword intent.

The monk stopped struggling and calmed down in an instant.

His eyes became hollow, and the majestic vitality dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Then his body fell from the sky and fell towards the ground, gradually turning into a small black dot that could not be seen clearly.

The two fought each other, from beginning to end, almost just a little more kung fu in the blink of an eye, which was thrilling and indescribable.

Although Luo Jiuyi made a move, Li Wenshuo knew that he was a step ahead, even if Luo Jiuyi didn't make a move, he was confident that he could kill the other party within a hundred moves.

A hundred moves, although it sounds like a lot, but in their realm, they fight each other as fast as flint, as exciting as lightning, and they have to make many moves in the time of one breath.

The monk's strength is also very strange, stretching like water ripples, layer by layer, wave after wave, if it weren't for the innate qi in his body to go to the next level, the whole body is solid, this trick can't be said to have caused him some trouble.

But it's a pity that with just this move, life and death have been divided.

For the monk's death, whether it is sadness or anger, the following group of people have no reaction, so many years of waiting, may not have worn out their emotions, but they have learned to wait and endure.

The monk's death calmed their angry hearts again, and let them know that the most important thing at this moment was to go to a safe place, regroup, or continue the plan, or kill Li Wenshuo with all their might.

At the same time, their hearts are very weird, this person they talk about all day long, shouting about plans and laughing, usually talking about one by one, you can't deal with him, you die is your ability is not enough. If it were me, it would never be like this.

But at this time, this person really came to their eyes, and they realized that he was so difficult, but in such a short time, one more person died among them, and even in the ice coffin, I don't know how many people died like this.

However, there was no other way for them to flee at this time.

Tens of thousands of catties of boulders were smashed from time to time overhead, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the original stone corridor had already collapsed.

It's just impossible to do!

Chapter 478 of "There is Wine, Sword, and Beauty"] Is there a feeling of excitement in the fists and slaps

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Summary of this chapter The Taoist priest looked down, listening to their scolding, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the blue tendons on his forehead loomed, and finally he sighed helplessly in his heart, and there was a sense of hatred that iron could not become steel, and he turned around and flew down.

However, as soon as he returned, Li Wenshuo returned.

The Taoist priest noticed it, this time the Taoist priest did not turn around, nor did he look back, and at the moment when Li Wenshuo returned, another person rose to the sky.

It was a bald-headed young monk who couldn't fly, but he jumped hundreds of zhang high with his strong physique and came to Li Wenshuo.

He squinted, planning very carefully before making a move.

If Li Wenshuo fights him, he is not afraid at all, after all, he is physically strong, and what he is best at is exchanging injuries for injuries, not to mention what Li Wenshuo's strength is, even if the strength is far above him, it is difficult to kill him with one contact.

If Li Wenshuo turned around as shamelessly as before, he would use the Dreadnought Zen Seal of the Buddha Sect against the enemy, even if he flew away with his sword no matter how fast he thought about it, he would not be able to condense the Zen Seal faster.

And he felt that he had seen through Li Wenshuo's thoughts, and felt that the other party would inevitably choose the latter.

Li Wenshuo flew over, and before he stopped, he had already come to a foot in front of Li Wenshuo, this distance, even if Li Wenshuo turned around, it would be too late at this moment.

He threw a punch out.

It was a little different from what he expected.

The corners of Li Wenshuo's mouth provoked a mocking smile, the long sword stepped on his feet, and he also met it with a punch that had been gathering momentum for a long time, the opponent didn't know what exercises he practiced, and he looked strong and confident.

But his strength is not weak.

With this fist, all the clouds and mist gathered in the sky were swept clean by the surging wind, and the strength was like a knife cutting the face, and suddenly appeared in front of the monk's eyes.

The monk was a little surprised, but still confident.

His fist was extremely stable, without the slightest trembling, and the hard knuckles were pale white, looking like a hard bamboo, and like a pen that had been held for many years and splashed with ink.

Masters of tempering their bodies like them have tempered their own bodies to the extreme, and their control of their bodies is also perfect to the extreme, their moves are simple and powerful, but they can't completely avoid the opponent's attacks.

Therefore, their fists collided very directly, and the extreme high speed brought dark yellow flames in the air, causing the air to tremble and burn.

All kinds of forces in Li Wenshuo's body were running rapidly, and the surface of his body was suddenly shrouded in a rich black qi, covering his fists, silent and solid, with a faint metallic luster.

The moment the fists collided, there was incomparable silence around them, and the powerful force centered on the fists of the two people, squeezing the air within a hundred zhang of the surroundings, and not the slightest sound could be heard.

But more than ten miles away, on a sunny day, there was a dry thunder out of thin air, dull and shocking, for a while