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He was in the air, his body was stagnant, his right palm was raised to the top of his head, and he slashed down violently, like a force splitting Huashan, and slashing towards the void. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Snort——!" A loud roar sounded.

The surrounding air seemed to stagnate, and then it split in half, he used the flame knife, and the invisible knife qi seemed to cut through the space, and went straight towards the middle-aged man, "Bang!" A soft sound, like a small pebble falling into a deep well, the middle-aged monk pressed his right palm, and the curtain beside him fluttered out, as if being swept up by a strong wind.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed clearly, and he saw the middle-aged monk's palm clearly, the palm power was strong and solid, and it directly shattered the sharp knife qi, turned into invisible, and melted into the air.

I was amazed by the strength of this monk, and his palm kung fu was also wonderful, as if a shield could be blocked no matter how he attacked.

His heart sank slightly, knowing that this assassination would be difficult to succeed.

Despite this, he still didn't give up, his body flickered, his fingers flickered, his sword qi sneered and roared, and he shot at the middle-aged monk with his fingers, if he wanted to kill the emperor, he had to be dealt with first.

Under his feet, he performed Ling Bo micro-steps, and his body shape was unpredictable, flickering left and right, and the sword aura was dense and endless, forming a sword net.

The sword qi crisscrossed the ground, and the thick blanket feathers on the ground flew up one after another, and were shattered by the sword qi.

The middle-aged monk was extremely strong, standing in front of the Western Xia Emperor, Ren Xiao Yuesheng's body was changing, and his sword qi was continuous, just with a pair of fleshy palms, he waved slowly.

There is a huge amount of internal force in the palm, and the palms are staggered, and the internal force seems to form a vortex, dissolving the sword qi, even though the six-vein divine sword is the first in the world, it cannot break through his pair of fleshy palms.

Xiao Yuesheng admired in his heart, this set of palm techniques is exquisite, and it is really the first defense.

Although he knew that there was little hope of assassination, he was not worried, he had the skill of glimpsing the light, and if he couldn't beat it, he would run, and it was important to save his surname.

But there is a point of hope, always try his best to fight, he suddenly jumped, his figure disappeared, appeared on the girder, palms circled, slammed down.

"Howl ——!" a dragon roar, descending the dragon eighteen palms out, sturdy hit the beam, "click" sound, carved beautiful picture of the girder folded into two sections, dust fluttering, the following was suddenly shrouded.

These are just a few of them.

He shook his head and sighed, he didn't expect this palace to be so wonderful, it was okay to destroy the girders, and it was really different from the buildings in the Central Plains.

In this case, there is no other way to find it.

His figure swirled down, spinning at high speed like a snail, and one after another sword qi was thrown out, and round sword qi was formed, spreading like ripples in water, rippling out.

Everything around them, when touched by the sword qi, was shattered and burst into powder, and curtains, tables, chairs, desks, and windows were all turned into powder.

The middle-aged monk waved his palms, and the chaos in front of him suddenly rolled away, protecting him in front of the Western Xia Emperor, motionless, and letting Xiao Yuesheng destroy it.

The Emperor of Western Xia was furious, slapped the dragon case heavily, and shouted: "Come on, kill him for me!"

The middle-aged monk retracted his palms into the big sleeves of his robe, and proclaimed a Buddha name, motionless, just protecting in front of the Western Xia Emperor.

Hearing the emperor's shouting, forty iron-armored guards rushed in, threw away the torches, pressed the swords in their hands, and ran under their feet, and immediately surrounded Xiao Yuesheng in the middle.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the Emperor of Western Xia, and wondered in his heart, there were still a few masters hidden in the shadows, why didn't they make a move?

After thinking about it, I realized in my heart that these masters only protect his safety, but they are not responsible for killing, and the monks have a killing ring, and this middle-aged monk will not kill.

A thought is born, and he is sure in his heart.

If this monk makes a move, even if he can escape, he will have to spend a lot of effort, and this person's light skills are also extremely top, otherwise he will not be able to stop himself.

His figure hovered down, stood steadily, glanced at the forty armor soldiers around him, a clear light flashed in his eyes, and a soft whistle of "snort" sounded.

With his hand in his sleeve, he had already made a move, and the invisible sword qi broke through the air and reached them in an instant.

Several people fell out of the sky on their backs, falling heavily a foot away, their bodies convulsing, blood gushing out, and dyeing the thick blanket red.

After the sword qi passed, a small hole appeared in the heart armor on their chests, and blood gushed out of the hole.

The rest of the people were stunned for a moment, and then their weapons were protected in front of them, and they slowly approached, and none of them retreated.

Xiao Yuesheng sneered, and in a sneering and soft whistling, the six-vein divine sword was unleashed again, and the sword qi volleyed into the air, crisscrossing and weaving into a sword net.

These armorers are not masters, they have guessed that he is using the power of the finger, and with a keen sense, they have swung their swords or dancing knives one after another, protecting their bodies, and the water cannot be splashed.

His internal strength is strong, and his sword energy is invincible, but they swing their swords and dance their swords, but they can block them, and there is a deep internal force attached to the sword.

When the sword qi arrived, the sword suddenly swung and resisted, but the footsteps were slightly confused, and they immediately returned to normal, and they didn't seem to care.

Everywhere the sword qi passed, a small nest appeared on both the sword and the knife, like a small nest smashed out of a stone falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there were only about thirty of the forty armorers left, which made them very angry, and their eyes glared angrily, eager to cut him with a thousand knives.

These forty armor soldiers are all the top masters among the guards, and they can be described as one in a million, and it is a great humiliation to damage one person.

Xiao Yuesheng stood in place, waving his hands, leisurely.

He was covered with a black scarf, and others couldn't see his expression, but they could see through his eyes and bearing that he was not struggling, just like playing.

"Gollum Mur hee hee hee!" A loud shout sounded, and the Western Xia Emperor slapped the dragon case heavily, his eyes widened, cold and ruthless.

More than thirty armor soldiers suddenly let out a long roar, and ran under their feet, waving their weapons while ignoring Xiao Yuesheng's sword qi.

After a few breaths, two more people were hit by swords, fell out of the sky, and more than 30 people walked around Xiao Yuesheng.

When they swung their swords to resist, they didn't prevent the long sword or long knife from suddenly breaking and turning into pieces, and the sword qi came instantly, and they couldn't react.

Fortunately, their wound was not in the heart, and there was a small hole in the rest of the body, and their lives could be saved.

Seeing that they were just running around, but they didn't come up to attack, Xiao Yuesheng was slightly puzzled, his eyes flashed, and then he was shocked.

These thirty or so people were preparing a mysterious sword technique, their bodies were constantly expanding, their bodies were tense, and their clothes seemed to be torn.

He secretly screamed that it was not good, his body flickered, and he appeared more than ten zhang away in an instant, and when he arrived at the door, he escaped from the siege of these thirty or so armorers.

He had a thought in his heart, he couldn't kill the main master, and it was a little boring to hurt these guards, and he was about to flash again, escape from the council hall, and several sharp qi struck behind him.

It was extremely fast, and when he arrived behind him in an instant, he thought that he couldn't resist the true qi of the Northern Underworld, and with a flick of his sleeves, he robed the demons.

"Snort!ssss

His figure flickered, and just as he wanted to disappear, several hidden weapons struck again, interrupting him.

The direction from which these hidden weapons hit was extremely tricky, and it was exactly the direction he wanted to leave, and if he moved, he would definitely be sent to the door.

He was secretly annoyed, and made a murderous intent, this master of casting secret weapons was a big trouble, his chest rose and fell violently, and he let out a cold snort.

Although the voice was soft, it was like a thunderbolt in the night sky, bombarding everyone's hearts.

"Break, break, break!" he shouted three times in succession.

Three more thunderbolts fell, striking them in the heart, and suddenly more than a dozen ironclad guards weakened and slowly fell.

The Emperor of Western Xia sat on the dragon chair with his buttocks, his face was pale, his blood was fading, his eyes were hazy, and he was almost fainting.

The middle-aged monk waved his palms and struck into the void, but it was in the direction of Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng's next three sounds, when he met his palms, the sound waves were immediately absorbed, and he couldn't pass through his palms and touch the Western Xia Emperor.

The world was quiet, Xiao Yuesheng was full of pride, turned around and left.

Suddenly, the strong wind blew, and four people appeared in front of him, standing quietly, all of them were old monks with white eyebrows.

They blocked Xiao Yuesheng's way, their eyes were slightly closed, their palms were closed, motionless, a gust of night wind blew, and the gray monk's robe fluttered.

Xiao Yuesheng was surprised in his heart, the masters he sensed just now were not the four of them, but they exceeded his feelings!

His heart was racing, and he quickly analyzed that it must be the treasures in the council hall that suppressed his induction, forming an invisible field, and he was in the field, and his induction was dull.

"Amitabha...... The donor is the Central Plains clan?" an old monk opened his eyes and titheed.

His words are correct and round, authentic official language, his eyes are as clear as the clear autumn sky, looking at these eyes, his heart is peaceful, and his troubles are gone.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, ignored him, turned his head to look, and the eyes of more than a dozen armor soldiers were red, as if they had a deep enmity with him.

The old monk tithes: "Amitabha...... , the old man is going to offend the donor!"

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and smiled: "Old monk, if you want to do it, why bother with verbose nonsense?!...... Please!"

With that, with a flick of the ten fingers of both hands, several sword qi burst out of the air, sneering, like pouring water on the charcoal that burned the fire.

"Amitabha Buddha ——!" the four monks proclaimed the Buddha at the same time, and the gray shadow flashed, instantly surrounding Xiao Yuesheng in it.

They pushed forward slowly with their palms, and their movements were slow, as if they were old and weak, and their movements could not be accelerated.

The sharp sword qi disappeared without a trace, like snow meeting boiling water, and was eliminated by an invisible huge force, it must be their palm power.

Xiao Yuesheng's face changed, his figure disappeared in place in a flash, and in a flash, he appeared in place, and the invisible palm force around him squeezed, and he couldn't get out.

It seems that the four walls are slowly squeezing in, and the palm power of the four old monks is solid, like substance, and they are far inferior to themselves with pure internal force.

They are clumsy and clever, they are determined to restrain themselves, Xiao Yuesheng secretly gritted his teeth.

The biggest reliance, the floating light, turned out to be ineffective, and he was a little flustered in his heart, and then he was suppressed, and his mind was racing, thinking of a way to get out of the predicament.

The invisible internal force squeezed in, like four boulders slowly rolling over, not fast, but unswervingly pressing.

When the four internal forces approached him, they were about to press him, and suddenly slowed down and turned into four invisible rings that came to him.

Xiao Yuesheng thought to himself, those who are good at fighting have no great achievements, and these four old monks are like this, they only seem to have pushed a palm, they are unpretentious, and they have done nothing.

But it's powerful, and it's known in it.

Xiao Yuesheng was helpless, drew an arc with both hands, and exerted Tai Chi strength, wanting to dial a thousand catties in four or two, guide the four forces, and strike each other in twos and twos.

But as soon as the internal force was introduced, it was empty, and the four palm forces were extremely strong and could not be shaken.

I was shocked in my heart, and immediately regained my composure, my face sank, and I knew that I had to fight hard, otherwise, I would die here today.

The internal force of more than ten acupoints surged out, and the meridians suddenly felt hot and numb, as if an electric current was flowing in them.

"Howl ——!" with both palms, a fierce push, like a giant dragon roaring, a gust of wind whistled out, it was the eighteen palms of the dragon.

"Bang!" he met an old monk, and the two palms collided.

As soon as his figure retreated, his feet swirled, and the internal force was gone, and a palm hit behind him, the palm power was like a mountain, and his Northern True Qi gathered behind him, and he held up a palm, and his body shook and appeared more than ten zhang away.

Upon appearance, he staggered, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then flickered again and disappeared into the night.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The four old monks shouted a Buddha horn, did not chase after it, and watched Xiao Yuesheng flash and disappear into the night.

His figure flickered, and the true air of the Northern Darkness swirled, constantly repairing internal injuries.

The old monk's palm power is like a mountain, although he has the true qi of the Northern Darkness to protect his body, the palm force hits his body, as if he was hit by a giant tree, and his eyes are black for a while.

(To be continued)