As soon as Di Qiyun's voice fell, a sharp palm technique broke through the air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing this, everyone took a few steps back, as Di Qiyun's followers, they all knew his martial arts, and they all hid quietly to the side at this time, watching his martial arts attack the monk.

Regarding Di Qiyun's attack, after the old monk saw it, he seemed to be familiar with it and didn't completely ignore it, he slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Zhuo Yifan held his breath, seeing that the two of them were not simple, his eyes were stunned, as if a big war was imminent.

Di Qiyun's sleeves swirled with the force of his palm, and his arms were open, like a goshawk flying down from the sky, his sharp eyes stared directly at the monk in the armor, and the old monk was wrapped in a white robe, as if he was a white rabbit standing still in his eyes.

Di Qiyun, who was flying in the sky, saw that the monk was not moving, and two sinister smiles instantly appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Old monk, I think you are looking for death!"

Di Qiyun's palms pushed forward in a row, and the palms wrapped in Xuan Qi, like a yellow knife and axe, broke through the air and roared out, and the fluttering clothes flew out in all directions, looking very domineering.

Suddenly, the palm force was about to hit the old monk's chest, saying that it was too late and that was fast, the old monk was kind to the wind, his eyelids were slightly raised, and his right palm suddenly turned to the left, holding the palm and hanging down, and a mysterious qi rushed to the ground.

Listening to the sound of "boom", like a spark and lightning, the old monk's stiff body stood steeply and straightened, and instantly moved half a meter away to the right, and the white monk shoes rubbed a groove on the ground.

Di Qiyun's murderous aura approached the palm technique, which instantly fell half a meter away, and the mysterious qi of the palm technique hit the ground fiercely, causing bursts of smoke and dust to rise, making everyone around cough.

Di Qiyun, who slapped his palm in the air, breathed slowly, his eyes glared angrily at the old monk half a meter away, but his body did not move, his body stood straight, he rubbed his eyes, he didn't dare to look, everything that happened just now was true.

"Amitabha, donor, we have neither injustice nor hatred, why do we do this to the old man. The old monk arched his eyes and said.

Di Qiyun suddenly smiled faintly, turned his palm, and roared at the old monk: "Old bald donkey, don't act in front of Lao Tzu, the more Lao Tzu looks at you now, the more disgusting he feels." As soon as his words stopped, the whole person waved his palm again, jumped up to the ground, and slashed at the old monk again, and his strength was still domineering.

Di Qiyun is the hall master of the Flying Dragon Gate, and he has been very famous in recent years, coupled with the support of the banner of the Flying Dragon Gate, it can be seen that the rampant heart is becoming more and more prominent.

The old monk saw that Di Qiyun's palm was vicious, and his two persuasions were ineffective, but he was humiliated and abused, which made him helpless for a while, and then shook his head silently.

"Whoosh ......" two leaping sounds, Di Qiyun, who was close to the monk of Huajia, flew straight up and disappeared in front of him in an instant.

Then, a strong wind suddenly rose, Di Qiyun fell vertically from the air, accompanied by two palm winds, his palm was like raindrops, slashing towards the top of the head of the monk in the armor, obviously the head of the monk in the armor as a watermelon, a palm split, it must be a broken skull and died.

The monk still had his eyes closed, his body standing motionless below, and the palm wind instantly came to the top of his head.

Suddenly, the left foot of the monk rotated right, his right foot rotated left, and a gust of dust and wind rose from the soles of his feet, and his steep body, like a small tree in the wind, shook in an instant, and the figure in the shaking was like three people, and Di Qiyun, who was overlooking and hitting, was also dizzy.

He drank loudly, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, stared at a skull, and slashed away.

"Huh!"

The palm that hung like a knife instantly split his phantom, and the phantom dispersed under stress, and Di Qiyun split a fake.

Di Qiyun was surprised again, this move just now was the most difficult palm in his Thousand Transformations Ghost's hand, but he didn't expect this inconspicuous old monk to dodge it so easily, it was really incredible.

Di Qiyun faced the horror of his subordinates, and he also secretly hated himself, he was the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, and he lost face in front of his subordinates, which really embarrassed him.

Looking at the old monk who was still safe after the victory, Di Qiyun was even more hateful, and secretly gritted his teeth.

Di Qiyun glared at the old monk angrily, and secretly thought to himself, "Old monk, you forced me to make a trick today, then I want your life!"

With a sudden flick of his elbow, he slowly slid out of his cuffs two daggers, two finger-length daggers, one sliding down his middle and index fingers, and the other sliding down his ring and middle fingers.

The two daggers slipped down, just as long as their fingers, and did not let the people around them notice, so it can be said that the concealment was very good.

The old monk's ears suddenly moved, his eyes fell on Di Qiyun's face, and he sighed: "Donor, do you have to kill the killer?"

"Old bald donkey, don't talk nonsense!" Di Qiyun shouted, the Xuan Qi of the whole body, like a pale yellow lantern, instantly lingered around the body, his palms rotated, the originally tough palm power was more vigorous and brave at this time, and the sand and dust he stirred up, wave after wave.

The palm of the hand rotated, each time faster and faster, each time more urgent, the crazy palm shadow slapped messily in the air, shaking the air waves, spreading layer by layer, like a stone thrown in the water, and the stirred water ripples fluctuated outward one by one.

Hundreds of palm shadows came out in unison towards the monk in the armor, like a rain of swords flying one after another, and the shuttle stabbed vertically, which was dazzling to see.

"It's really rare for the donor to be able to use such a technique. ”

However, for this kind of palm, the monk didn't seem to be too worried, he smiled and nodded, as if he had a way to deal with it.

The white robe of the monk of the sixtieth flower shook, and the Zen beads in his hand flew up instantly, raised in front of his chest, and dialed back to the Zen beads, and suddenly, the beads the size of his thumb were like small fireballs, and the red light reflected the white robe of the monk of the sixtieth flower, and became red.

The palm shadow was about to attack, and the monk suddenly exerted his strength in an instant, and one by one the burning fireballs smacked towards the palm of the palm shadow, and as soon as the two connected, the firelight swallowed the black palm shadow, as if the morning sun broke the darkness.

The firelight burst out from the burning Zen beads, breaking through the palm shadow, and then the firelight dissipated instantly, and the entire air returned to its original color.

Di Qiyun saw that the palm shadow was broken, and the time to use the last killing move had come, so he shouted loudly, "Go to ......"

The dagger in his palm suddenly threw it at the monk in the armor, "Huh!" With a loud bang, the sharp sound of breaking the air roared away.

The monk stared with his eyes, feeling two points of cold light flying, and then the left palm suppressed the right palm, and the right palm suppressed the left palm in reverse, the two palms swirled back and forth, the Xuan Force quickly condensed between the two palms, the arm trembled slightly, and a wave of yellow air waves suddenly appeared in his chest, as his palm force suppressed, the ripples of the Xuan Qi became larger and larger, so that it covered the entire chest.

"Dingding!"

The rushing dagger instantly hit the air wave in his chest, and the stabbing air wave made two sounds, and finally the vertical dagger spun on the air wave, trying to shuttle desperately inside.

"Hey!" the monk shouted.

The qi wave increased instantly, and the strong brute force burst out along the Xuan Qi, and a powerful shock wave burst forward, only to hear a "Wow!" A dagger stabbed into Di Qiyun's chest.