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- Chapter 93 Injured
He was in the air, his body stagnant, his right palm raised to the top of his head, and he slashed down fiercely, like splitting the Huashan Mountain with force, and slashed towards the void.
¡°Hi¡ª¡ª!¡± A sharp whistle sounded.
The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant, and then split in half. He was using a flaming knife, and the invisible sword energy seemed to cut through the space and go straight towards the middle-aged man.
"Boom!" There was a soft sound, like a pebble falling into a deep well. The middle-aged monk pressed his right palm, and the curtain beside him floated, as if it had been blown up by a strong wind.
Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed clear, and he could clearly see the palm of the middle-aged monk. The force of the palm was thick and solid, and it directly shattered the sharp and ruthless sword energy, turned it into invisible, and blended into the air.
I was surprised at how powerful this monk was, and his palm skills were also excellent. It was like a shield that could block any attack he made.
His heart sank slightly, knowing that this assassination was unlikely to succeed.
Even so, he still didn¡¯t give up. He flashed his body, tapped his fingers, and his sword energy whistled softly. He shot through his fingers towards the middle-aged monk. If he wanted to kill the emperor, he had to be killed first.
At the foot of the feet, Lingbo micro -steps were displayed, and his body was unpredictable.
The sword energy criss-crossed, and feathers on the thick blanket on the ground flew up and were shattered by the sword energy.
The middle-aged monk was extremely tyrannical. He stood in front of the Xixia Emperor and allowed Xiao Yuesheng to change his body skills. His sword energy was continuous and he swung it slowly with a pair of fleshy palms.
There is a huge internal force in the palm, and the palms are struck staggered. The internal force seems to form a vortex, melting the sword energy. Even though the Six Meridian Divine Sword is the best in the world, it cannot break through his fleshy palms.
Xiao Yuesheng admired in his heart, this set of palm skills is mysterious and incomparable, 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 glancing at the enemy, and if he couldn't beat him, he would run away. The most important thing was to save his life.
But if there is a sliver of hope, you must try your best to fight for it. He suddenly jumped, disappeared, and appeared on the beam. He circled his palms and struck down fiercely.
"Howl¡ª¡ª!" With a roar of the dragon, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms came out and hit the beam firmly. With a "click", the beam with the beautiful pictures carved on it broke into two pieces. Dust flew in the air, and the beam below was suddenly covered with dust. shrouded.
These are just the flashes of lightning.
He shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect that this palace was so wonderful. Even if the beams were destroyed, nothing happened. It was really different from the buildings in the Central Plains.
In this case, we can only find another way.
His figure spiraled down, spinning at high speed like a gyroscope. Sword Qi was thrown out one after another. Circular sword Qi formed, spreading like ripples in water and rippling out.
??Everything around him that was touched by the sword energy was shattered into pieces and exploded into powder. Curtains, tables, chairs, desks, and windows were all turned into powder.
The middle-aged monk waved his palms, and the chaos in front of his eyes suddenly rolled away, and he stood in front of the Xixia Emperor, motionless, and allowed Xiao Yuesheng to destroy him.
The Emperor of Xixia was furious, slapped the dragon case hard, and shouted loudly: "Come here, kill him for me!"
The middle-aged monk retracted his palms into the sleeves of his cassock, shouted the Buddha's name, and remained motionless, just protecting the Emperor of Xixia.
Hearing the emperor¡¯s shout, forty armored guards rushed in, threw away their torches, held their swords in their hands, and ran about, immediately surrounding Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the Xixia Emperor and wondered, there were still a few masters hiding in the dark, why didn't they take action?
After thinking about it, I realized that these masters only protected his safety, but were not responsible for killing people. Monks have a prohibition on killing, but this middle-aged monk does not know how to kill.
A thought came to life, and he was determined in his heart.
"If this monk takes action, even if he can escape, he will have to put in a lot of effort. This person's lightness skills are also extremely good, otherwise he will not be able to stop himself.
He circled down, stood firm, glanced at the forty soldiers around him, a clear light flashed in his eyes, and a soft whistle sounded.
He had his hands in his sleeves and had already taken action. The invisible sword energy burst out of the air and reached them instantly.
"Porphyrin" Several people fell to the sky and fell heavily one foot away. Their bodies kept twitching and blood gushed out, dyeing the thick blanket red.
After the sword energy passed, a small hole appeared on the armor on their chests, and blood poured out of the hole.
The others were stunned for a moment, then they put their weapons in front of them and slowly approached, without anyone retreating.
Xiao Yuesheng sneered, and with a slight whistle, the Six Meridians Divine Sword was used again. The sword energy flew into the air, criss-crossed, and formed a sword net.
These soldiers were all experts, and they had already guessed that he was using his finger power. With their keen sense, they waved their swords or knives one after another to protect their whole body and prevent water from splashing in.
His inner strengthThe sword energy is invincible, but they can block it when they swing their swords. The swords have deep internal power.
When the sword energy came, the sword swung quickly and blocked it. However, his steps were slightly disordered and he immediately returned to normal, seemingly unconcerned.
Wherever the sword energy passes, a small nest will appear on both the sword and the knife, just like the small nest created by a stone falling on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, only thirty or so of the forty soldiers were left, which made them very angry. They all stared with anger, wishing to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
These forty soldiers are all top-notch guards. They can be said to be one in a million. Injuring one of them is a great humiliation.
Xiao Yuesheng stood there, waving his hands, leisurely.
He was covered with a black scarf, and others could not see his expression, but they could see through his eyes and demeanor that he was doing it effortlessly, as if he was playing.
"Gulumul, hehe!" A sharp shout rang out, and the Emperor of Xixia slapped the dragon case hard, his eyes widened, cold and ruthless.
More than thirty soldiers suddenly roared and ran around, waving their weapons, regardless of Xiao Yuesheng's sword energy.
After a few breaths, two more people were hit by swords and fell to the sky. There were more than thirty people running around Xiao Yuesheng.
When they swung their swords to resist, the sword or sword suddenly broke and turned into pieces. The sword energy came in an instant and they were unable to react in time.
Fortunately, their wound was not in the heart, but a small hole appeared in the rest of the body, so their lives could be saved.
Seeing that they were just running around but not attacking, Xiao Yuesheng felt slightly confused, a light flashed in his eyes, and then he was startled.
These thirty or so people were preparing a mysterious sword technique. Their bodies kept growing bigger and tighter, and their clothes seemed to be bursting.
He secretly screamed that something was wrong. He swayed and appeared more than ten feet away in an instant. When he reached the door, he escaped from the siege of more than thirty soldiers.
He thought in his heart that since he couldn't kill the real master, it was boring to hurt these guards. He was about to dodge again and escaped from the political hall, when several sharp energy attacks came from behind him.
Extremely fast, he was behind him in an instant. He thought that Beiming's true energy could not be resisted. With a flick of his sleeves, the cassock's demon subduing skill was unleashed.
"Chi! Chi!" The hidden weapon hit the sleeve, but it was hit with several holes. If Bei Ming's true energy wasn't pure and extremely tough, he might not be able to withstand it.
He swayed, and just as he was about to disappear, several hidden weapons struck again, interrupting him.
The direction in which these hidden weapons struck was extremely tricky, exactly in the direction he wanted to leave. If they made any move, they would be sent to his door.
He was secretly annoyed and had murderous intentions. This master of using hidden weapons was a serious problem. His chest heaved violently and he let out a cold snort.
Although the voice was soft, it was like a thunderbolt in the night sky, hitting everyone's hearts.
"Broken! Broken! Broken!" He shouted three times in succession.
Three more thunderbolts came down, hitting their hearts. Suddenly, the bodies of a dozen armored guards went limp and slowly fell down.
The Emperor of Xixia sat down on the dragon chair, his face was pale, his blood had faded, his eyes were hazy, and he almost fainted.
The middle-aged monk waved his palms and struck into the void, but in the direction of Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng's three subsequent sounds met his palms, and the sound waves were immediately absorbed, unable to pass through his palms and touch the Emperor of Xixia.
The world has become peaceful. Xiao Yuesheng is so satisfied that he turns around and leaves.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, and four people appeared in front of me, standing quietly. They were all old monks with white beards and eyebrows.
They blocked Xiao Yuesheng's path, their eyes were slightly closed, their palms were clasped together, and they remained motionless. A gust of night wind blew, and the gray monk's robes fluttered.
Xiao Yuesheng was surprised. The four of them were not among the masters he sensed just now. It was beyond his expectations!
His mind was racing, and he quickly analyzed that it must be the treasure in the political hall that was causing trouble, suppressing his own induction, forming an invisible field, and being in the field, his induction was slow.
"Amitabha, is the donor from the Central Plains?" An old monk opened his eyes and titheed.
His words are clear and authentic, his Mandarin is clear, and his eyes are as clear as the clear autumn sky. Looking at these eyes, his heart feels peaceful and his worries disappear.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled and ignored him. He turned around and took a look. The eyes of the dozen or so soldiers were all red, as if they had a blood feud with him.
The old monk tithes: "Amitabha, I and others are going to offend the donor!"
Xiao Yuesheng turned around and smiled: "Old monk, if you want to take action, why bother talking nonsense?! Please stop!"
After saying that, he moved his fingers with his hands, and several sword energy burst out of the air, making a hissing sound, like pouring water on the charcoal of a fire.
"Amitabha¡ª¡ª!"The four monks proclaimed the name of Buddha together, and the gray shadows flashed, instantly surrounding Xiao Yuesheng.
They push forward slowly with their palms, their movements are slow, as if they are old and feeble, and cannot move faster.
The sharp sword energy disappeared without a trace, like snow meeting boiling water, being eliminated by an invisible huge force, it must be their palm power.
Xiao Yuesheng's expression changed, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and then reappeared in the same place. The invisible palms around him were squeezing, and he couldn't escape.
It was as if the four walls were slowly crowding in. The palms of the four old monks were as solid as if they were real. Their pure inner strength was far inferior to that of themselves.
They used clumsiness over skill and deliberately wanted to control themselves. Xiao Yuesheng gritted his teeth secretly.
The biggest reliance - the fleeting glimpse was ineffective. He panicked for a moment, and then was suppressed. His mind raced, thinking about ways to escape from the trap.
Invisible internal force squeezed in, like four boulders slowly rolling over, not fast, but pressing down firmly.
The palm skills of the four old monks were extremely slow, and their palm strength was strange, either as hard as steel, or as soft as water. When the four internal forces came close to him and were about to press him, they suddenly slowed down and turned into four invisible rings, moving towards him. Put it on him.
Xiao Yuesheng thought to himself that those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. This was the case with these four old monks. They looked like they only gave a push, simple and unpretentious, and did nothing.
?????????? But it¡¯s powerful, you know it only when you¡¯re in it.
Xiao Yuesheng had no choice but to draw an arc with his hands and use Tai Chi strength, trying to move a thousand pounds in four ounces and guide the four forces to strike each other in two.
???????????????????? But when the inner force was used, it was completely empty. The four palm forces were so solid that it could not be moved.
I was surprised, and immediately regained my composure. My face became serious, and I knew I had to fight hard, otherwise I would die here today.
The internal energy of more than ten acupoints surged out, and the meridians suddenly felt hot and numb, as if there was an electric current flowing through them.
"Howl¡ª¡ª!" He circled his palms and pushed hard, like a dragon roaring, a gust of wind howled out, it was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Bang!" He met an old monk, and their palms collided.
He stepped back, swung his feet, and dissipated his internal energy. He struck out with a palm from behind, with a palm force as strong as a mountain. His Beiming Zhenqi gathered behind him, and with a forceful thrust, his body swayed and he appeared more than ten feet away.
After appearing, he staggered, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then swayed again and disappeared into the night.
"Amitabha" The four old monks proclaimed the Buddha's name and did not pursue him anymore. They watched Xiao Yuesheng flash and disappear into the night.
His figure flickered, and Beiming's true energy circulated, constantly repairing internal injuries.
The old monk's palm power was as strong as a mountain. Even though he was protected by Beiming's true energy, when the palm power hit his body, it was like being hit by a giant tree, and his eyesight went black for a while. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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