Innate ninefold master. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This was the first feeling that the monk gave Tang Fengyue. As the light in the monk's eyes came, Tang Fengyue's heart trembled, and she was almost crushed by the other party's momentum.

The average innate ninefold master has long been unable to threaten Tang Fengyue. Then there is only one explanation, this monk is the top level of the nine masters, and he is a super first-class master of martial arts.

"Master, are you also sent by Heavenly Sword Villa?"

Tang Fengyue clenched her gun. Even if the other party exposed his strength, it didn't make him nervous.

"Definitely. The poor monk just didn't want Xiao Tanyue to bring about changes in the world because of his own selfishness, and make Li Min's people suffer in vain. ”

The cloth-clothed monk clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Xiao Tanyue should stop it." Otherwise, the poor monk can only use thunderbolt means to subdue you, the jade dragon. ”

Tang Fengyue laughed, and her whole body surged, like a tide. The foliage swayed wildly, falling a flurry of snow.

"Since Xiao Tanyue is obsessed, then don't blame the poor monk for being polite. ”

The cloth-clothed monk was on his toes on the ground a little, and he rushed to Tang Fengyue's eyes in an instant. Because of his speed, he pulled out a series of phantoms in the void behind him.

The extremely condensed palm power struck, like a hammer hitting directly. Tang Fengyue immediately used the whole body strength. In the face of a blow from a super-first-class master, he can only go all out.

Boom!

Tang Fengyue's full force shot collided with the cloth monk's big palm, and he suddenly felt a fierce force hit along the body of the gun, making him take three steps back.

"Huh?"

The cloth-clothed monk was quite surprised, obviously he didn't expect Tang Fengyue to be able to block his blow. He jumped again, and the second palm struck.

Tang Fengyue only felt that the wind rose suddenly, and he was in an instant. The body seems to be imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to make effective countermeasures.

This is where super-first-class masters differ from ordinary people. Even if it is a casual palm, it has a breathtaking momentum, so that people below this realm are restrained everywhere.

Rumble!

The battle intent in Tang Fengyue's chest was like a spring, and when it was compressed, it was a more powerful explosion. He suddenly broke free of the other party, and stabbed the soul chasing needle into the palm of the cloth-clothed monk.

"Xiao Tan Yue has the posture of heaven and man, why bother to be bound by the demons in his heart?"

The cloth-clothed monk clapped his palms repeatedly, and under the overlapping of the heavy palms, it seemed that an avalanche had occurred here.

Tang Fengyue had to retreat. is worthy of being a super-first-class master, even if it is a snowflake that is driven by the power of the palm, it has the power to penetrate his body.

He suddenly choked his fire. I have improved so much, but I am still defeated by super first-class masters.

If this idea is known to other martial artists, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they vomit blood.

At the beginning of Yishui City, Tang Fengyue faced the ram who was also a super-first-class master, and could hardly accept the other party's two or three moves. Now in front of the cloth-clothed monk who is more skilled, he can attack and defend.

How long has it been?

"Proud!"

Not wanting to waste too long, Tang Fengyue directly performed his strongest form. Bai Sensen's spear exuded an indomitable momentum, piercing the palm of the cloth-clothed monk for the first time.

Perhaps because of the blessing of his fighting spirit, his shot was three points stronger than usual.

The cloth-clothed monk took three steps back, and Tang Fengyue immediately rushed forward with a gun.

"Amitabha, Fulongshou!"

was forced back by Tang Fengyue several times in a row, and the cloth monk's eyes flashed. The palm of his hand changed from a clap to a grasp, and suddenly his strength changed greatly, like a spiral vortex, about to tear Tang Fengyue apart on the spot.

Snort.

The white clothes cracked, and the cold wind whistled in.

Tang Fengyue was hit by this spiral vortex, and blood spurted out several meters away. The whole person staggered and half-knelt on the ground.

His strength is close to that of a super-first-class master, but after all, he is not as good as a super-first-class master.

"Xiao Tanyue, for the sake of the world, let's go. ”

The cloth-clothed monk stopped attacking.

"Master, get out of the way. The people of the world have their own lives. I also have my life, and God will not be able to stop this battle. ”

Tang Fengyue didn't care about the blood at the corner of her mouth, the light in her eyes was like a beast, with determination, recklessness and coldness. The inexplicable battle momentum that shrouded him actually made the cloth-clothed monk feel a little palpitating.

"Xiao Tanyue, you are too deeply poisoned, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The cloth-clothed monk slapped it with a palm, and the spiral vortex came again.

Bang!

Gravity hit his body, Tang Fengyue was knocked out more than ten zhang away, and he felt as if his internal organs were displaced.

He endured the whirlwind and stood up, the severe pain all over his body, the desperate obstruction, all made him rise a kind of anger and resistance to fate.

Zhao Qisheng dared to send someone to harm Zi Mengluo, he had to die.

The deeper the obsession, the more the fighting spirit burned, Tang Fengyue was like a beast, carrying a white dragon spear to constantly attack the cloth-clothed monk. Every step that is knocked back and injured will continue to rush forward.

He deeply understood that this old monk had to stop himself. If you want to go up the mountain, you have to defeat the other party.

Unable to tell which tricks it was, Tang Fengyue staggered to his feet, swaying his body while vomiting blood, as if he couldn't even hold the white dragon spear steadily.

Dressed in white, more than half of it was red.

"If you continue like this, you'll die. ”

The cloth-clothed monk twisted the Buddha beads and said helplessly.

"If you can't go up to the mountain today, you can't slash your enemies, you'd rather die below. ”

Tang Fengyue smiled, and the purple-clothed girl's voice and smile flashed in front of her again, and she killed the cloth-clothed monk step by step.

He seemed to see Zi Mengluo lying lonely on the bed of the City Lord's Mansion, and saw Zhao Qisheng standing on the top of the mountain, laughing at his embarrassment at the moment.

The boundless anger and killing intent were intertwined, and the hatred of the sky made his heart seem to explode.

Tang Fengyue paused.

With a bang, the fourth layer of the battle demon body suddenly went crazy, and that invisible aura turned into tangible qi and circulated in his meridian bones.

With each turn, his momentum became stronger, and soon reached a level that shocked even the cloth monks.

The wind and snow all around suddenly blew more rapidly.

Countless heaven and earth spiritual qi formed a large funnel, which continued to pour into his body through Tang Fengyue's Baihui acupoint, running along the route of the fourth layer of the battle demon body, and finally merged into the wisp of innate true qi of the fetal breath.

After running to three hundred circles, the innate true qi rose to the limit, and then diverted into the chaotic true qi, amethyst true qi and supreme poisonous true qi.

At this moment, Tang Fengyue successfully broke through to the innate triple.

After the breakthrough of cultivation, the momentum on his body was still soaring wildly, and it seemed that it would never end. The surrounding branches and leaves swayed, as if they were trembling and fearing something.

"Scourge, scourge. Even if it is a celestial posture, the poor monk can only endure the pain and destroy it. ”

Seeing this scene, the cloth-clothed monk didn't know what to think, and when Tang Fengyue was at the juncture of a breakthrough and couldn't resist, he slapped Fu Long's hand at him fiercely.

The wind and snow rolled wildly along the way, mixed with the majestic spiral force, all of which hit Tang Fengyue.

When the crisis came, Tang Fengyue closed her eyes tightly, as if she didn't notice it.

He was subject to the domineering operation of the war demon body, and he couldn't stop the process of his true qi operation, and he couldn't draw out his internal strength to fight against the fatal blow of the cloth-clothed monk.

In a thousand moments, a brilliant shot came from far and near, suddenly tearing apart the cloth-clothed monk's Fu Longjin.

"Who?"

The cloth-clothed monk snorted.

"Old monk, I keep saying that the world is alive, and I don't see you to kill the real villains, but you are bullying the weak here, what kind of ability is it?"

In the crisp voice, a woman leaped in. She looked to be in her thirties, with a beautiful face and a three-foot spear in her hand.

"Who are you from Jade Dragon?"

The cloth-clothed monk asked in a deep voice.

"It's not a parent, perhaps, it's only the fate of a book. ”

The woman with the gun glanced at Tang Fengyue, and her eyes showed an inexplicable brilliance.

Another figure flew in from a distance and landed beside the gun-wielding girl. If Tang Fengyue opened his eyes, he would immediately be able to recognize the person's identity.

"Old monk, in the battle on Chinese New Year's Eve, I advise you not to interfere. ”

The man who came was a man and shouted.

Seeing that a man and a woman were resolute, the cloth-clothed monk simply stopped talking nonsense, turned into Fu Longjin, and attacked the two of them wildly.

"Sixteen Tips for Spirit Spears!"

The woman snorted, and the spear in her hand burst out, conjuring up clusters of gun shadows, hitting the oncoming Fulong's strength to a thousand holes.

She kept attacking forward, and the spear was like a spiritual snake, crooked or straight, or stabbed or teased, which could block the attack of the cloth-clothed monk.

On the other side, the man glanced at Tang Fengyue and stabbed straight at the cloth-clothed monk, which turned out to be a thunderbolt.

With a wave of his hand, the cloth-clothed monk had beaten the man to vomit blood and fly upside down. This time, he put out his hands together, and used his Fulong hand again and again, and finally slowly suppressed the woman's sixteen-type spirit spear.

The aura roared more and more urgently, and was continuously absorbed by Tang Fengyue, and his breakthrough had reached the most critical moment.

Seeing this, the cloth-clothed monk clapped his hands and used his strongest combat power. The two spiral vortices combined to quickly seriously injure the congenital nine-fold woman, and the spear flew out of her hand.

He rushed towards Tang Fengyue and pressed his palm on the other party's chest.

"Old bald donkey, you damn it!"

The man's eyes were cracked, he screamed, and rushed up again with a gun desperately, and his whole body blocked in front of Tang Fengyue.

The woman also sucked back the spear in the distance, and regardless of her injuries, she used the sixteen magic spears to kill the cloth-clothed monk from the side.

"The poor monk has been kind enough to you. Since you don't know what to do, don't blame the poor monk. ”

The cloth monk's face was cold, and his robe was agitated, and his whole body was full of true anger. The beads he had been twisting suddenly burst open with a burst of fire.

"Poof!"

The firing beads had a terrifying penetrating power, piercing the woman's shoulder and chest at once. She was like a falling flower, powerless to fall into the snow.

"Senior sister!"

The man yelled miserably, his voice torn. Several Buddha beads also penetrated him, but he stood still and stood in front of Tang Fengyue.

The cloth-clothed monk slapped his palm at him, and the violent palm force was almost imminent, which had already caused the man's heart to break.

Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, but his hands clutched the spear tightly, refusing to take a step back. It turned out that just now, he was afraid of being shot away by the monk, so he had inserted most of the spear into the ground.

Bang!

It was as if a hammer was smashed on the chest, and the palm was slapped.

The man's mouthful of blood spurted out more than ten meters away, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock. Because of the excessive strength of his palm, he refused to let go of the hand holding the gun, and his arms made a crisp clicking sound, and he was shattered.

"Tang Fengyue!"

The man yelled in despair, and it became dark in front of him.

The ferocious aura of heaven and earth is clear. Tang Fengyue opened her eyes, roared angrily and stabbed at the cloth-clothed monk who raised her palm and slapped it again, shouting in her mouth: "Fang Rusheng!" (to be continued.) )