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Zen Master Zhishan's eyelids twitched.

Since the opponent can kill Li Bashan with one sword, he can undoubtedly be called the top master in the world.

He would not underestimate Song Mingjing because of his youth, but he did not expect that this move would be so violent. He actually used a large table weighing hundreds of pounds as a weapon and smashed it down.

Zhishan sighed, and his toes gently tapped the ground, and his body seemed to be driven by a breeze, and suddenly floated into the air.

Although Wumei Master is a woman, he is a natural martial arts fanatic and is a madman. When he saw Song Mingjing's violent attack, he not only did not dodge, but instead was happy to see the hunt.

Her robe waving her sleeves brought out the sound of the wind. As the true energy flowed, it gathered towards her palms. She faced the big table that was spinning and smashed down, and raised her hand and printed it out with her palm.

This move is Wumei’s own "Plum Blossom Slip Hand". When she uses her sleeves, she rises and falls, like plum blossoms, with a graceful posture and looks very beautiful.

But its power was also extremely amazing. Wumei Shi Tai fell down with one palm, and it was extremely fast printed on the center of the big table, and it immediately stopped the big table from rolling and falling.

After a moment of stagnation, Wumei Palm's Palm activates, and the big table immediately split into dozens or hundreds of fragments, sputtering from all directions, causing a dense explosion like raindrops.

Song Mingjing stepped on the tiny and urgent steps, and "dongdongdongdongdong" fell on the floor, as if he had beaten the war drum. Suddenly, he approached Zhishan, and Wumei and two others.

He drew his sword with his backhand, and the light of the knife drew a graceful arc in the air. The blade broke through the air, storming and rubbing with the air, causing a sharp roar.

A flash of light, a cold light reflected into Zhishan's eyes that were slowly falling in the air, and Song Mingjing held a knife in his hand and slashed like a chasing wind and lightning.

As soon as he took action, Song Mingjing directly chose to use the knife.

Whether it is Zhishan or Wumei, any one is a top expert in the world. Facing one person, Song Mingjing is not sure of winning, let alone the two of them together?

In this case, he took it lightly and only used his fists and feet to fight the enemy. It would be really difficult for him to get out today.

Zhishan suddenly felt the chill on his body, and the great sense of oppression brought him a sense of unprecedented danger.

With one sword, it was as powerful as wind and thunder, as fast as the cold star!

Seeing the power of this sword, Zhishan finally understood why Li Bashan's skills had not even resisted, and he was beheaded and died.

It is because the young man in front of him is the skill of killing, and he is particularly good at fighting and fighting. Such an opponent, even if his skills are similar to his, would be killed by a knife if he is not careful, and the battle will never be delayed for too long.

Everything cannot be allowed to think about Zhishan. This knife came too fast and fiercely. Zhishan shouted loudly, and the thunder burst into the tongue, like the roar of the Vajra, and one palm stretched out from the sleeve of the robe.

His arms were extremely thin. Although they were not as thin as bony, they were not much different. His palms were quite wide. He bypassed the sharp blade and slapped straight towards the blade.

This is the Shaolin Prajna Palm, "Prajna" is a Sanskrit word, which means all kinds of wisdom.

The supreme good is to subdue the fierce sword with great wisdom.

However, his palm slapped in vain and only caught a shadow of sword light. At the moment when Zhishan came out of his palm, Song Mingjing turned his wrist and suddenly folded his sword light and turned to Wumei Shita.

The sword he slashed towards Zhishan was originally a false alarm, and his real target was Wumei.

Before the blade reached, a cold light "thorned" out first, making Wumei narrow her eyes. Her robe flew, and her sleeves were like waves rising and falling on the lake, and she flew out like flowing clouds.

The long sleeves turned in the air and wrapped around the long sword that Song Mingjing stabbed. The long sword immediately looked like a small insect trapped in a spider web, wrapped in a soft and flexible force, and there was a violent pulling force wrapped around the long sword, trying to break free from his palm.

Song Mingjing felt a stern.

He had supernatural powers to assist him in the early stage, which created his own talent, far beyond ordinary people, so he learned anything very quickly.

He can memorize the martial arts that others think are difficult, and can apply them proficiently after reading them once.

After entering the second world, internal energy is naturally derived from the outside to the inside.

When he arrived in this world, he lurked in Wudang and learned the internal skills. He also made a thousand miles a day and made a quick progress.

But no matter how fast he progressed, it was limited by the time being that it was too short and it was difficult to achieve the best. Wumei’s cultivation of energy for decades was at least one or two less.

With a frown, Song Mingjing sent out his strength, and the long sword "buzzed" and shocked violently.

With a trembling sound, he broke free from the "spider web". Wumei's sleeves exploded and broke into pieces of "plum blossoms", falling down rustly.

"Born of divine power? And that internal force seems to be..."

Wumei's sleeve robe was broken, and she took a step back, removed the force that was hit, and looked at Song Mingjing with some surprise.

When it comes to the total amount of internal strength, Song Mingjing is naturally not as good as Wumei and Zhishan, but his own strength can make up for this gap.

Whether it is internal force or energy, it is the same for him. It is just a form of power, and its essence is not different.

With one sword, Wumei retreated without waiting for Song Mingjing to continue attacking. The sharp wind came, and Zhishan's five fingers formed claws, and his finger claws rushed forward and grabbed Song Mingjing's shoulders.

During the claw attack, Zhishan's body changed, like a tiger lying in the grass for a long time, rushing out with a terrible wind!

"Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand!"

Song Mingjing read the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion and recognized the skill of the most wise exercise at a glance.

He even recognized this as the "wind-catching shadow-catching style" in the hands of Tiger Claws, aiming to capture the enemy, not kill the enemy.

Song Mingjing's face remained unchanged, and he used his knife like flying. With a slight "chi" sound, the long knife pierced the evil wind and pointed directly at the palm of the good.

Zhishan raised his palms, avoiding the sharp edge of the blade, and then buckled his fingers downwards and pinched the spine.

At the same time, Wumei's feet seemed to be flowing across the river, floating along the "water flow". With a "scumbling" sound, a palm wind blew over.

Song Mingjing turned his right hand, rotated the blade and slashed horizontally towards the palm of Xuliang.

However, he slammed his left hand and exchanged one palm with Wumei. His palms qi slammed and slammed, and the spiral was shaking. Wumei's body trembled violently and she floated out about a foot.

Song Mingjing did not get any benefits either. He was blown back several steps by Wumei's palm force, and the stone slabs on the floor under his feet shattered one after another under his trampling.

Master Wumei looked solemn, staring at Song Mingjing in surprise, and said in a deep voice: "This internal force is indeed Hunyuan Boy Talent. Are you Baimei's apprentice? No! No!"

Wumei immediately shook her head and denied this speculation. If it were Baimei's disciples, they would not have killed Li Bashan. Moreover, with Baimei's nature, it would not be possible to pass on the Hunyuan Boy's Fight to others.
Chapter completed!