Xiyun reacted extremely quickly, suddenly retracted his five fingers, grasped it into a fist, his shoulder shook, and a huge force burst out, his muscles fluctuated, and the strength was all sent to the tip of the fist in the blink of an eye. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Poof~" There was a muffled sound, and the two strong currents hedged, and the two flew out upside down.

The hundred ghosts showed that they fell to the ground, and a different color flashed in their cold triangular eyes. He is rampant in the rivers and lakes, a hundred ghosts walk alone in the martial arts, and the hands of the flowers and plum are exquisite, and they are turned into fans, which are even more wonderful. This trick "Flowing Wind and Snow" is unpredictable, and it has caused countless masters to suffer a dark loss, but I didn't expect this monk's trick to be so delicate and fast, and his strength is surprisingly strong, and he didn't take advantage of it at all.

Xiyun's confidence has increased greatly, but after practicing the body quenching technique once, and only the first ten movements, the body's induction and reaction have actually improved, and the judgment of the enemy's incoming situation is extremely accurate, and the explosion of power is even faster, which can be described as a surprise.

Ordinary people punch out, naturally have to retract and punch again, there is a distance of momentum to make the strength sufficient, but Xiyun just palmed the fist, the enemy fan has hit, and it is not time to close the fist at all, just a shake of the shoulder, barely energetic, I didn't expect the power to be born in a steady stream, sent into the tip of the fist to burst, the stroke is extremely short, but the strength is strong. He was ready to retreat if he couldn't resist it, but he didn't expect to be able to resist it completely.

He floated back, the soreness in his arm dissipated in a blink of an eye, and he twisted himself and shot into the room when he landed.

In Ling Feiyan's heart at this moment, killing Xiao Si is more important than destroying the Demon Lord's arm, she has taken her swordsmanship to the extreme, and she has hidden everything around her, and no trace of abnormality can hide from her heart.

Xiao Si's cultivation shocked her, the strength of the sect craftsman level completely exploded, and she could only control the situation, and she couldn't take his life at the first time. The sneak attack from behind, she was completely aware of it, her body was strange and shook, and the two scimitars were cut into the air, she didn't turn around, the long sword turned abruptly, and the backhand stabbed out from her waist.

The small black shadow jumped into the air, bent his legs and knees under his crotch, and at the moment when the two knives cut into the air, his legs stepped down, and his body pressed forward, and he wanted to pursue, but the sword light suddenly flashed, and he shot into the chest, so frightened that his eyes were big, and the two knives hurriedly slashed down.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding~" is a series of crisp exchanges.

Under Ling Feiyan's full exertion, this sword turned eight times in an instant in less than an inch of space, even stabbing and twisting, but he was determined to stab this elusive assassin to death with a single sword, and the fierce and fantastic sword momentum caused a hollow passage of one inch thick appeared in the place where the sword light passed.

The old ghost only felt that his arms shook violently, his double knives trembled, his palms were numb, and finally in the eighth impact, the two knives bounced away, and he suddenly found that a sword qi came from his heart, and his heart was terrified, like falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body stiffened.

"Bah!" A blast resounded through the room, and at the moment after Ling Feiyan's inverted sword strike, Xiao Si suddenly snatched two steps forward, his legs were condensed, and his fists slammed out, the two fists were like a torrent, the huge waves covered the top, and the wind blew Ling Feiyan's green shirt to dance backwards, the bun on his head was scattered, and the green silk was flying.

Ling Feiyan's face changed, she knew that the Endless Monk would definitely take the opportunity to counterattack, but she didn't expect his attack to be so fast. Her left palm was already ready to go, and at this time she was shocked to find that the power of one hand must not match, and hurriedly retracted the palm momentum, her body suddenly skimmed, and she broke the blockade of her fist with all her strength, flashing to the right, and at the same time drawing a circle with her left palm, a vigorous palm force condensed in the void, and the long sword in her right hand turned around, and swung away from her right backhand, the arc was incomparably wonderful, amazing.

The old ghost only felt a chill on his right rib, and a bead of blood brought out the tip of the sword, swaying the void, and the strange sword qi like smoke and mist rushed into his body, surging to his heart like lightning, and finally he reacted extremely quickly, and immediately summoned his true qi to resist, and took advantage of the moment when Ling Feiyan had no time to "take care", his body flickered, and he disappeared into the darkness, and luckily picked up a life from the ghost gate.

"Boom~" Xiyun had not yet entered the house, facing the hurricane rushing wildly, and hurriedly retreated, but saw Ling Feiyan's left hand trembling violently, and the wall of qi condensed by the palm power collapsed, his face showed pain, but the long sword in his right hand was still extremely accurate, the route was strange, and the tip of the sword trembled without a trace, piercing the side of the endless monk's neck in an amazing arc.

The Endless Monk's eyes shone brightly, his anger flashed, and he finally moved his feet and retreated slightly to the right.

"呲~"

A few drops of blood were raised in the air, and the endless monk saw blood on his shoulder, and Ling Feiyan's feet were connected, and his body flew to the right and back, two feet away from the wall before he stood still, his left palm trembled slightly, his face was slightly pale, and he obviously suffered some internal injuries.

Xiyun was affected by the qi waves, and before he could get started, the strong wind in his back hit again, and the hundred ghosts showed him again. Listening to the sound of the wind, the folding fan only flickered, and Xiyun felt that the five acupoints on his back were compressed.

Xiyun shifted his center of gravity violently, his left foot flicked to the left, his right leg was raised, and he suddenly swept out from the right to the back, like a big knife swing, the force was heavy, strong and domineering.

Hundred Ghost Xiucai was extremely surprised in his heart, this little monk's reaction was so fast, and the moves were wonderful, there was no trace, obviously he was the first to take the lead, but he was forced to guard against one move. The right arm bends the elbow, the folding fan bounces to the left hand, and the "swish" unfolds, driving a sharp force to row away.

The legs and arms collided, and Xiyun only felt that the opponent's arm was constantly trembling, flickering away and sticking, and the power on the leg was suddenly dissipated by more than half, and he couldn't kick him away at all. However, he had already taken the opportunity to turn around, his right hand was raised violently, and the back of his hand first knocked on the opponent's fan, and he directly flicked his five fingers in succession, and the five strengths went forward to attack one after another.

The hundred ghosts showed that he folded his hand, and was about to twist his wrist, but he had already slashed out the fan surface, but unexpectedly, the five finger forces hit like electricity, and the arm trembled again and again, and the movement immediately stagnated.

Xiyun's left leg rose again, flying high and sweeping, this time as fast as lightning, the shadow of his leg turned into nothingness, and the air made a "snap" sound, like a whip.

The hundred ghosts were shocked, but their figures were too late to retreat, and they hurriedly pushed out with their arms folded and palms.

"Bang~" The sound is the same as the heavy hammer on the ground, the body of the hundred ghosts Xiucai shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and finally he was exquisite, and his feet flickered east and west, and he retreated to the door like lightning.

Xiyun naturally wanted to pursue, the speed was not slow at all, but both palms were slapped in the air, even if his magic eye was sharp, the tricky transformation method of the hundred ghosts still made him make a mistake in judgment. Just as he was about to get closer, the pressure in front of him suddenly increased, and the black spear and red tassel suddenly flashed, like fire and blood, it was the dragon slaying spear.

Xiyun immediately stopped, and the black spear shrank back like lightning, even more suddenly than its appearance. Xiyun couldn't help but show a solemn expression, this person's marksmanship was definitely better than Tang Tian's.

Fang Jin stood at the door, his expression did not fluctuate at all, whether it was the old ghost injured, the fourth child injured, or Su Zhiping injured, he had no sorrow or joy, as if even if they were all dead, he didn't care, and he would still stand here and guard the things in the house. (To be continued.) )