Zeng Gaoxuan was the leader of a sect, so he naturally recognized that Su Ji's move just now was to destroy the world and destroy the eighty-one palms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏr?a?? nw?en?w?w?w?．?r?a?n?w?e?n`n?e?t?

This palm is known as the first masculine palm in the middle of the continent, but it is more than strong, but it is not flexible, and now his moves have been used old, and it is too late to change his moves.

Unless his palm power can turn, he will be able to block Jing Jiuyang's palm knife no matter what.

However, how could the eighty-one palms that destroyed the world be able to turn, Su Ji was just a grandmaster, and it was impossible to integrate other martial arts into it.

"Su Ji is dead, and there is no need to watch this battle any longer. Zeng Gaoxuan closed his eyes.

However, there was a sudden loud bang, which made Zeng Gaoxuan open his eyes again.

He was stunned to see that Su Ji's left hand actually held Jing Jiuyang's palm knife, forcing Jing Jiuyang to slap him, and the two of them each withdrew seven or eight steps away.

"Impossible!"

It was not only Zeng Gaoxuan who was shocked, but also Jing Jiuyang, even he didn't know how Su Ji could change his moves so quickly.

"No, it's not a change of move, it's just a move at all! How can he be a mere grandmaster, how can he fuse martial arts? Yes, it must be a coincidence!"

Without waiting for Jing Jiuyang to figure out the reason, Su Ji actually took the initiative to attack, his palms were as soft as spring water, as if he couldn't focus on it, and slapped at Jing Jiuyang.

"Mianzhang?"

Jing Jiuyang has fought against Wang Ke, so he naturally knows this palm, and knows that this palm is the softest palm, and he is the best at overcoming rigidity with softness.

"If it was before, I would still be afraid of this palm, but now, it's easy to break it!"

After he was defeated by Wang Ke, although he failed to blow himself up, he lost all his strength, but his foundation was still there, and he was studying Wang Ke's martial arts on weekdays.

Mianzhang was naturally also in his research, and he really found a way to crack it, and raised his palm to meet it at the moment.

This palm also has a great way, and one palm contains eight kinds of strength, which are either rigid or soft, and vary in weight.

This is Jing Jiuyang's method of cracking the Mianzhang, which can only be broken by the Great Grandmaster.

He was originally regretful, thinking that he would not be able to crack the Mianzhang in this life, but he didn't want Duan Tianhe to suddenly appear, not only healing his injuries, but also promoting him to the Great Demon Venerable.

"Although Wang Ke is extraordinary, I can't kill him to avenge Hong'er right now, but if I can break his palm, it can be regarded as the first to vent evil anger!"

However, as soon as the palms of the two intersected, Jing Jiuyang felt a soft and rigid true qi, coming from the palms of the Soviet people.

"It's fusion again, how is it possible!"

Jing Jiuyang couldn't believe his eyes, if he said that the last move was made by a blind cat of Su Ji when he met a dead mouse, but this move really told him that Su Ji can really integrate martial arts.

"So what, you just fuse two martial arts, but I have eight here!"

"You are a grandmaster, and you only have eighty percent of the innate true qi in your body, but I am a great grandmaster, and my ten successes are all innate true qi!"

"Give Me Death"

Jing Jiuyang roared, destroying the true qi of his whole body, and facing Su Ji's palms.

The two of them faced each other fiercely with their palms, and the scattered wind swept up the fallen leaves in the sky, flying around like colorful butterflies among flowers.

If there was no body flying high, then this scene would definitely be extremely beautiful, but unfortunately Jing Jiuyang tore this beautiful picture apart.

Until Jing Jiuyang fell heavily to the ground, he hadn't figured out how he could be slapped away by a grandmaster if he was a great demon venerable?

Knowing that eight is greater than two, and also knowing that ten is better than eight, is enough to prove that Jing Jiuyang's arithmetic is not taught by the head of the martial arts sect.

But he didn't know that sometimes, eight is really smaller than two, and ten is not as big as eight.

That's right, Su Ji only fused two martial arts, but it was a cotton palm and an eighty-one palm.

The cotton palm is soft, and the eighty-one palms that destroy the world are strong, unless it is Tai Chi plus the eighteen palms of the dragon, which martial arts skill is comparable to these two.

Of course, Jing Jiuyang doesn't know Tai Chi, and he can't descend the dragon eighteen palms, although he fuses eight martial arts with different rigidity and softness in one move, but in front of the Mianzhang and the eighty-one palms that destroy the world, they are just a pile of scum.

As for the skills of the two, although Su Ji is the master of the upper rank, only eighty percent is innate true qi, but don't forget, he is Kunlun Tianjiao, and he is the head of the Kunlun Holy Underground Generation.

In terms of talent, exercises, and resources, in which aspect can Jing Jiuyang compare with him?

In terms of the depth of skill alone, Jing Jiuyang of the Great Demon Venerable is definitely not comparable to Su Ji.

Even if his ten successes are all innate true qi, he does not have as many innate true qi as Su Ji's eight successes.

Therefore, it is Jing Jiuyang's biggest mistake to slap against Su Ji, it is completely his own shortcomings to hit the enemy's strengths, and it is really normal to be slapped away with a palm.

Su Ji did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but reached out and nodded at Jing Jiuyang, as well as Zeng Gaoxuan, who was in shock.

"Ziri, you two, let's go together. ”

However, whether it was Jing Jiuyang or Zeng Gaoxuan, neither of them dared to take a step forward, and they all looked at Su Ji with horror in their eyes.

"You're already a great grandmaster?" Jing Jiuyang asked in shock.

Su Ji didn't answer, but said lightly: "What's the matter? Didn't you still scream very happily just now, this is about to be cowardly?"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he immediately said in pain: "Actually, I am already seriously injured, you can kill me with just one finger!"

After saying that, he rubbed his hand on his chest several times, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed violently.

However, Jing Jiuyang and Zeng Gaoxuan not only did not take the opportunity to attack, but retreated to one place, looking at Su Ji vigilantly.

In their eyes, Su Ji's move was clearly pretending to lure the two of them to make a move.

If it was the Grandmaster's Su nationality, Jing Jiuyang and Zeng Gaoxuan were naturally not afraid, but he had already shown the fusion of martial arts that the Great Grandmaster could use, so they had to be cautious.

There is no other reason, that is, the name Kunlun Holy Land is too loud, like a big mountain, pressing on the bodies of all the sects in Central Continent.

And the Su nationality was born in the Kunlun Holy Land, and he is still Tianjiao!

"I'm coughing up blood, don't you dare to come up? ”

Su Ji said and took his hand and patted it lightly.

Jing Jiuyang and Zeng Gaoxuan saw it clearly, he didn't even have a drop of blood on his hands, and what he said was obviously a lie, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

They were so nervous, but Su Ji breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

"Nima, I'm scared to death! Lao Tzu's true anger is all gone, if these two cowards really rush up, I'll die!"

Su Ji put his hands behind his back, and looked at Jing Jiuyang and Zeng Gaoxuan lightly, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

"It's okay, I'll pretend to be forced, otherwise I'll really die!"

Su Ji put his hands behind his back, and looked at Jing Jiuyang and Zeng Gaoxuan lightly, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

"It's okay, I'll pretend to be forced, otherwise I'll be dead!(To be continued.) )