Chapter 109: Shifting the Blood Shadow

Ten years ago, when I was looking for a blood corpse, I happened to meet Zen Master Huiyuan, that is, Zen Master Huijiao, in the Western Regions, and this was the great battle of the Layers and Mountains of the Western Regions. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why Zen Master Hui Zheng closed his eyes was to gather his qi and concentrate, because the Phantom Destiny Palm is a martial art of instantaneous transformation, and it is difficult for the eyes to capture its precise direction of action. And the Zen words chanted by Zen Master Hui Zheng are the mantras of meditation, there are only advantages and no disadvantages, and outsiders like Nangong Qingtian can't understand it, and mistakenly think that he is despising himself.

"Whoa......

A black shadow came from the front, not yet close to the Hui Zheng Zen Master, suddenly the position changed instantly, appeared in the direction of the left shoulder, the figure did not stay at a breath interval, the figure on the left shoulder flickered again, leaving an afterimage, and the deity disappeared out of thin air.

Zen Master Hui Zheng was still motionless, his body standing like a wooden stake, his eyes closed peacefully, but his lips were densely whispering incantations.

In this short period of four or five seconds, Nangong Qingtian's figure has changed three times, and it can be seen from this that the Phantom Ladder Cloud Step is so dexterous.

Just when he was about to appear for the fourth time, Zen Master Huizai's ears suddenly moved, and a palm wind swirled behind him, and the strange black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, slapping the back of Zen Master's head, accompanied by a sharp palm wind, gloomy and weird laughter.

Hui Zheng Zen Master Bai Mei followed with a frown, his fists were suddenly clenched, a yellow Xuan Qi surrounded the fist bones, and the wind rose instantly, and the monk's robe on his body was like a bud waiting to be released, and it also bloomed everywhere at this time.

The blue palm shadow with a strong wind, about to force the back of the head, Hui Zheng Zen Master suddenly looked back, the stiff body, suddenly like a spinning top, followed by the speed of the meteor gliding fist, whistling out against the blue palm shadow, an instant fist touch, the glare of the impact, like the sun through the thick clouds over the night, bursting out in a volley, the luster is also fleeting, leaving no trace.

With this fist and a palm, both of them swung it with brute force, and the sound of the shock resounded through the sky, and the sound shook like thunder.

After the palms and fists were connected, Nangong Qingtian was bounced away by the force, and instantly escaped into the vast night, and the Hui Zheng Zen Master was hit by Nangong Qingtian's heavy palm, bounced to the ground, and slid backwards to a distance of four or five meters, and a groove was drawn on the ground.

Looking at the disappeared Nangong Qingtian, Zen Master Hui Zheng stabilized his body and looked around, the solemn aura between his eyebrows was more solemn than before the palm.

Suddenly, a blue light came across the air, and the blue light became bigger and bigger, brighter and brighter, and more and more urgent.

"Huh!"

A series of blue palm prints fell from the sky, like raindrops under the clouds, and like arrows piercing the armor, vigorous and strong brute force, like lightning and thunder, resounding through the vast universe, shaking Kyushu.

Seeing this, Zen Master Hui Zheng couldn't help but gasp, he knew that Nangong Qingtian was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, and secretly thought that this rushing palm power, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to parry.

After thinking about it, seeing that the strong palm had already attacked, it was useless to think about it at this time, only to fight. I saw him pick up the Zen beads on his chest, hold them on his wrists, and then turn his wrists wildly, the faster the wrists shake, the faster the Zen beads turned, the more urgent he turned, I saw that he suddenly exerted his strength, and the dark red Zen beads suddenly rose a layer of cherry-like red, like a red iron chain that had just been fished out of the charcoal furnace.

His monk's robe shook, his feet rose to the sky, and when his feet flew up, two fists wrapped in Xuan Qi pulled hard, connecting the Zen rope on the Zen beads, and the force suddenly broke off, and the fifty-four Zen beads across the Zen rope flew out from between the two fists in an instant, and went straight to the blue palm shadow that flew down.

The blood-red Zen beads, like a burning charcoal fire, roared at a rapidly tumbling speed, striking at the blue-black palm shadow.

As soon as the two were connected, the blue-black palm shadow and the fiery red Zen bead instantly burst out with yellow, magenta, and white three kinds of light, shining around the entire body of the two, and then disappeared in a flash, as gorgeous as an epiphany, and as ephemeral as an epiphany.

Such a sharp palm technique can be blocked by the Hui Zheng Zen Master, but Nangong Qingtian did not have mood fluctuations, but showed a sinister smile on his cheeks.

"Old monk, suffer death!"

Nangong Qingtian roared, hissing shook the sky, and the entire facial features were crowded together, and he looked extremely terrifying, but at this time he looked even uglier.

After the last difficult resistance, the true qi was exhausted, and seeing Nangong Qingtian running again, the Hui Tribulation Zen Master could only try his best to strike the last blow.

"Hey ......"

With a low shout, the fist bones rose again, and then the whole person rushed towards Nangong Qingtian.

The wind is getting more and more urgent, and the distance is getting closer and closer, the whirlpool wind swept the bodies of the two people, the sharp Xuan Qi, consuming the true qi of the two people, the Hui Tribulation Zen Master is getting darker and darker, while Nangong Qingtian is getting brighter and brighter.

In less than five or six breaths, Nangong Qingtian came in an instant, and with a "snap", a big palm slapped the chest of the Hui Zheng Zen Master, resounding like a big knife slapping a cucumber.

The palm shadow shook suddenly, and the Zen Master of Hui Zheng suddenly turned red, sprayed out of his mouth, and his body fell heavily from a high place, falling into the ruins of the inn, and there was no movement.

Nangong Qingtian landed smoothly, and then withdrew his palm, he took a deep breath, "poof......" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, he couldn't help but cover his chest, and the strong shock wave just now also affected him more or less. Just because he is the one who gives force, but the Zen master of Hui Zheng is not so light, because he is the one who receives the force.

"This old bald donkey has really strong internal strength. ”

Nangong Qingtian breathed his breath, and found that the Xuanzhen Qi in his body had been consumed by three-quarters, looking at the place where the Hui Zheng Zen Master fell far away, Nangong Qingtian gritted his teeth and said: "Old bald donkey, eat me with a heavy palm, this time see that you are not dead." ”

Then he regained his mind, looking at the crumbling house, he shook his head slightly, secretly thinking that this place should not stay for a long time, it seems that I have to find a place again as a place for me to practice magic skills.

Then he took out the purple golden bell, began to concentrate his energy, and began to slowly urge the golden bell with his Xuan Qi, and in an instant, a crisp bell sounded all around.

In the ruins of the collapsed house, the coffin that was thickly covered suddenly shook violently, as if the aftershocks were coming after an earthquake.

"Bang!"

The coffin shook four or five times, and when it reached the sixth time, the coffin was suddenly shattered, and the debris that was lifted up, like sand and gravel thrown in the air, flew out in all directions.

Then, suddenly, a black shadow flew by his side, Nangong Qingtian looked at the black shadow and smiled slightly, he muttered to himself: "Blood Shadow, you are my secret weapon for revenge in the future, only I am your true master, and only I can let you play all your value." ”