Seeing Jing Miao's movements, the village chief shook his head on his face and sighed, "Why are people always ignorant in the world? I admire you, but I will never spare my hand." As he spoke, his whole body changed from rickets to straightening, and his face seemed to be much younger, at least under the bonus of momentum, the old village chief's whole person became different.

Jingmiao's face showed a trace of solemnity, his palms were flipped over, his arms were bent and raised in front of his chest, his fingers were naturally stretched, his palms were outward, and he pinched a fearless seal, and at the same time, the fingertips were bright and the Buddha's light was shining, and the demonic mind was cold and strong.

Everyone present was very knowledgeable and their hearts jumped, especially Yin Wuji, his eyes were cold, and he secretly said in his heart, "If you are subduing demons, one of the innate stunts in the Heavenly Buddha Temple, it is an advanced martial art of the robe subduing demons, presumably the robe subduing demons in Jingzhi's hand came from him, what Xiao Susu said that day was true." ”

Zhu Weiyuan's face in the dark also changed, and he said in pieces, "If you subdue the magic technique, this exercise can be famously tight." This exquisite martial arts is not ordinary. ”

On the opposite side of Jingmiao, the village chief's face remained unchanged, and the magic technique of Prajna Fu suppressed the demonic martial arts the most, and what he practiced was the White Lotus Sect's "Guangxing Pudu Shenjue Gong", which was also a line of Buddhism, so he was not alarmed.

Behind the old village chief, hundreds of villagers had already shivered and huddled together against the guardrail on the side, and many people looked at the mighty village chief with sad faces and felt very strange, and one or two bold ones whispered, "No wonder the officers and soldiers came to encircle and suppress the rebellion." The village chief looks like a good man on weekdays, who knows that he can do martial arts, and there must be an ulterior secret. ”

"Yes, that's right, when the officers and soldiers catch him, we must testify against him. "And the second child in his family, he is not a good person at first glance, and he can't be let go. ”......

The old village chief turned his head violently, and the old village chief looked at the village woman who was talking about him with a hideous face, and his dry arm moved, and he slapped the village woman with a palm, and the village woman was immediately blown into a blood mist by the surging true qi, and the people around him who were stained with blood screamed wow, and the scene was chaotic, and many people cried and ran around.

Xie Guang's eyes narrowed, and his elegant face showed a hint of murderous intent, "Commander Fang led people to arrest them all, and those who resisted were killed on the spot, and handed them over to us here." ”

The old village chief's actions were to provide a chance for the White Lotus Sect hidden in the crowd to escape, how could he let this idea succeed.

A square-faced officer and soldier behind him nodded, and with a wave of his big hand, the officers and soldiers poured into the village, but they didn't dare to get close to the old village chief and Jing Miao opposite him, so they could only enter each house from both sides to search.

The old village chief didn't seem to want to stop the movements of the officers and soldiers when he killed the village woman, but with a wave of his big hand, he hit thirteen palms one after another and rushed towards Jingmiao.

"Good means, good hands. It was no one else who applauded, it was Xiao He beside Li Liang, this man changed his usual open-mouthed and rarely spoke during this trip, but this palm still resonated with him after all.

The strength of the thirteen palms is superimposed, the true qi is mutually helpful, and finally a palm is formed, and the means are close to the condensation of the innate middle layer, and the power is also very good, at least this palm except for a few innate masters, few people in the sky can take it after the scene, even if it is taken, I am afraid it will be hit hard.

Jing Miao faced this palm, the deepest feeling, the greatest shock, but although he was not panicked, the power of the magic trick condensed in the fearless seal suddenly exploded, and the golden Buddha light turned into a huge Buddha gate swastika in front of him, and constantly rotated in the air to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to strengthen himself, just one glance, you will feel the majestic and solemn aura paved up.

The golden swastika and the cyan palm print hit together in mid-air, one was the Heavenly Buddha**, the other was the White Lotus Secret, the two struck, and then burst into a brilliant light, and the burst gas wave surged in all directions, and even some officers and soldiers who were on guard around couldn't resist this air wave and were overturned to the ground.

And just when everyone outside the field was shaken by the bright light, Jingmiao and the village chief on the field were already close to each other and started a fierce battle. Unlike the two of them just now, who were galloping and had magnificent moves, at this time, they were in close combat, and the two of them each performed exquisite moves.

Jingmiao's palm is domineering, the legs are rigorous, and every move is full of golden true qi, showing good basic skills, as the battle with the village chief becomes more and more vigorous, and finally any move has surging strength, and the earth and stones are blown apart, and the surrounding gray fog is filled.

On the other hand, the village chief, that is, the master of the White Lotus Sect, has a soft and changeable martial arts, and his body is outstanding, not only dodging several tricks of fierce palms, but also conjuring dozens of shadows in his arms, blocking all of them in layers to block Jingmiao's offensive, and occasionally counterattacking one or two moves, and his martial arts cultivation is indeed profound.

Outside the field, Huang Fuxu and his entourage came back to their senses, watching the battle between the two, they all showed a look of intoxication, each move and style of these two people reflected the upper realm of martial arts, fierce as Jingmiao, changing like the village chief, it was really a good fight.

Huang Fuxu also secretly said in his heart, "At this time, if I fight with these two people, the chance of winning is only half a point, if I have the help of the Bodhisattva's flame energy, I can add another point to the chance, the innate master is really powerful." However, both of these people have a great inheritance, and they are much stronger than ordinary masters of the same level, so with my current strength, I may be able to suppress some ordinary innate first-level masters. ”

And Zhang Rusong's face was also excited, and his ordinary appearance rarely showed a look of intoxication, the so-called martial arts, although he was proficient in swordsmanship, it was not for nothing. In particular, the pure and wonderful leg technique, the tricks are rigorous, and the layers are advanced, which is similar to his Qingsong swordsmanship, which gives him a lot of inspiration.

In the field, the two of them played dozens of moves, and the victory and defeat gradually became clear, although Jingmiao was fierce, but it was worse than the change of the village chief after all, and the long-term hard attack was very expensive, and between the fists and feet at this time, there was no Qianjun strength at the beginning.

On the other hand, the village chief, his posture is becoming more and more flexible, the changes between the palms of his hands are more and more unpredictable, and there are all kinds of changes between more than a dozen moves, and the ten fingers are dexterous like plucking beads, and the crackling and flicking will make several cyan bruises on the pure palms.

Crackling, the two slapped each other again, and then each retreated, but Jingmiao retreated a full seven steps, while the village chief only took three steps back, and there was no need to say much about the victory or defeat.

"Amitabha, the donor is skilled in martial arts, and the poor monk is willing to bow down. "Although Jing Miao lost this battle, but his heart is getting higher and higher, there is not the slightest loss and depression, for him, the victory or defeat is not important, the essence of this battle is the key, he is confident, as long as he completely absorbs the gains of this battle, it is enough to make his martial arts to a higher level.

The village chief regained his rickety body at this time, and a smile appeared on his face, "I am dozens of years older than you, so it is not surprising that I have this victory." At your age, your martial arts are already outstanding. However, it's too late for you to admit defeat, I once said that if you don't leave, you will die. ”

As he spoke, the village chief's figure moved again, and he stepped in front of Jingmiao's body in a few steps and slapped it with a palm, and there were two changes of rigidity and softness in it, just to kill the enemy with one palm.

Jingmiao's true qi was exhausted at this time, although he was still slowly recovering, he couldn't stop this palm, but he didn't panic, but looked at the village chief with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a figure had already broken in front of him and took the village chief's killer palm.

"Old thing, this is not a joust. It was the resolute-faced and grim-looking Jingfang who spoke.

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