The claws and palms struck, and with a muffled sound, the spherical wave of qi spread out.

Wan Gu Chou was still contemplative, not seeing joy and sorrow, Fang La saw it, and couldn't help but be shocked: He was slapped by me, why didn't he move?

But at this moment, the clawed dragon of eternal sorrow quickly retracted, circled up along Fang La's arm, and then roared softly, from the outside to the inside, twisted into one place.

In an instant, Fang La's arms and clothes were completely destroyed, his skin and flesh were broken, and he felt a strange internal energy pouring into his body from the wound, like a locust plague crossing the border, gnawing at the blood.

Under the severe pain, Fang La's face was hideous, and his other palm was hurriedly slapped away, and it was still ten percent of the power of the world-destroying divine skill.

Wan Guchou stepped aside and sneered: "Boy, the old man advises you, there are only undefeated people in the world, and there are no undefeated martial arts!"

Fang La forced him back, hurried his luck, suppressed the strange internal strength, bared his teeth and said: "It's not over yet!" The figure is vertical, like a big butterfly, fluttering several times, has reached the top of the head of the eternal sorrow, this body method, Shen Zhuoyu was dizzy, and praised in his heart: "Although the old thief Fang is the devil, but this martial arts is not far from the immortals......" But he immediately slapped himself and scolded: "Broken mouth!

As soon as he finished scolding, his eyes were attracted by the two people who were fighting fiercely, at this time he was no longer as boring as before, Fang La was condescending, and his palms were gushing, but Wan Gu Chou raised his hands, dancing like clouds and water, ethereal and dusty, and soft and rigid, obviously faster than lightning, but every move was clear, and he could always face Fang La's palm shadow in the millimeter.

"Is this an unintentional forgetfulness?" Fang La sighed, his eyes confused.

You must know that the eternal sorrow has reached the year of its establishment, and it is only then that this "unintentional forgetfulness hand" was created, and its magic is far better than that of the Nine Ghost Devouring Soul Claws, as for the origin of this name, there is no way to know.

After ten moves like this, the surname of Wan Gu Suo will carry one hand behind him, and only use one hand to perform, so that the elegance is more prosperous, like catching butterflies in the wind, it seems to be light, but in fact it is powerful. Every time Fang La made a move against him, his body was raised by one foot, and the distance between the two was widened, and his speed immediately decreased.

Fang La said secretly: "Why does the World Destroying Divine Skill have no effect on him? If it goes on like this, there is no chance of winning......

Thinking about it, he spread his hands in vain, and the volley spun in the air, spinning faster and faster, turning more and more urgently, like a dark cloud in the air. It was he who realized a trick based on the principle of "gathering water into clouds" to "rain down the city". The next moment, the "dark clouds" suddenly pressed down, and the real qi around them poured down like a torrential rain.

Unexpectedly, Wan Guchou's face did not change at all, but he just looked up and said lightly: "Pushing through the old and bringing forth the new, this is like a word! Although this trick is good, it is a pity that the flaws are exposed, and the old man only needs one finger to send you back to the west!"

Fang La was shocked when he heard this, but this move was strong, and he couldn't stop easily, just when he was panicking, Wan Gu Chou did not use the silent fingering, but jumped slightly, and it spun up as quickly as he did, like a tornado rising up, whirring with a loud noise, rushing towards the "dark clouds".

Suddenly, the surrounding wind was raging, and the corpses on the ground were swept to the wall, and the three monks, Confucians, and Zhan had already gotten up, but they were blown by the wind, and they all stood unsteadily, and their appearance was embarrassed.

Shen Zhuoyu sat cross-legged on the ground, his hair was scattered, and his black hair danced wildly, but he didn't have time to take care of these, his eyes were staring at the two of them, and the strange feeling that had not appeared for a long time suddenly came quietly at this time. The longer he watched, the clearer it became, and the speed of the two seemed to slow down a lot. That move, every style, is exquisite, and it all comes into his heart. Unconsciously, his hands were actually gesturing, although intermittently, but it was clearly imitating the moves of the two, and after a long time, he had forgotten himself and fell into a strange state.

I saw that Fang La's rainstorm-like internal strength all hit Wan Gu Chou, but Wan Gu Chou raised his palms flat, and with the rotation, it was like a big umbrella, swinging his internal strength around, and no trace could get close.

The internal strength was everywhere, shaking the ground inch by inch, and the eternal sorrow stretched out his pale ten fingers, probed into the "dark clouds", and shouted: "Fixed!" The figure suddenly stopped in the high speed, without dragging mud and water, this skill is simply not done by mortals.

And his hands were also at this time, clasping Fang La's ankles with great precision.

Fang La only felt a monstrous force under his feet, like a wheel in a speeding car suddenly stuck, his upper body was uncontrollable, and he continued to twist, and he was about to twist himself into two sections. I had no choice but to take the risk of retrograde with my true qi, roared, rushed in reverse with both hands, and used my internal force to eliminate the remaining momentum, at this time, Wan Gu Chou only needed a casual move to abolish his feet, but the strange thing is that Wan Gu Chou did not hurt him, but let go of his hands.

Fang La was both puzzled and afraid, at this time, he already knew that there was a big gap between him and Wan Guchou, and if he continued to fight, he would have no chance of winning.

But he laughed when he heard Wan Gu Chou, and said loudly: "Happy! I didn't expect that you kid is very capable! Look at the old man's trick again!" After saying that, he carried his hands on his back, his feet flickered left and right, retreating and advancing, and then rushed towards Fang La.

You must know that he has rarely met opponents in his life, in the past 20 years, there is no one in the world who can compare with him, it has not been like this for a long time, he has met a person who can live with him a few tricks, he has not been a killer a few times, he just wants to try a few more tricks with Fang La, if he can practice all the mastery, it would be great. For a while, he was arrogant and opened his mouth to roar.

Fang La saw that his body method was extremely strange, like a leaf falling in the wind, and he couldn't feel the law at all.

This footwork was recently realized by Wan Gu Chou, and he wanted to take this opportunity to try his power.

It's a pity that Fang La was already timid in his heart, how could he still meet the enemy with all his might, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Wan Gu Chou saw him retreat, and his pride was suddenly extinguished, and his figure stopped when he said to stop, turned around with his sleeves brushed, stood with his hands in his hands, and snorted coldly: "I have lost in my heart, I don't have to fight ...... anymore" When he spoke, there was a trace of loneliness between his eyebrows.

Fang La didn't know his thoughts, and when he was thinking about the incense, he spared his life, hugged a fist at the moment, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you Uncle for not killing......"

Wan Gu Chou didn't turn around when he heard this, but sighed, "...... If you can't get rid of the shackles, how to achieve martial arts ......" slowly turned his head, and his sharp gaze turned to Fang La, "Thirteen, your shackles are fame and fortune......"

Fang La was silent, but there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and he did not escape the eyes of eternal sorrow.

Wan Gu Chou shook his head, and said leisurely: "Although the world-destroying divine skill is powerful, it belongs to the 'Heavenly Dao' after all, and the so-called Heavenly Dao can not be used by mortals...... The way of heaven is vast, and all things are regarded as ants, to put it bluntly, they are just bullying the weak......" He looked at the green mountains outside the hall, and the mist was shrouded in the top of the mountain, just like his mood at this time.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his eyes turned and fell on Shen Zhuoyu's body, but he saw Shen Zhuoyu's hands dancing like the wind, as if he was stupid.

"Unintentional?" Wan Gu smiled sadly, his eyes flowing with different colors, "Interesting, really interesting......"

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