Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 478
Fang Jianming sneered and said, "How did I get in here? You don't need to read too much, why do I not know the rules? Have you ever taught the rules in Blood Hand Sect?"

Xinggong said in a deep voice: "Our sect gave Cihangxuan a way out, and the two sides will decide the outcome with three contests. During this period, others can't wait to make a move. Why did you hurt our people?"

Fang Jianming was startled, and said, "How do I know about this agreement? Are you guys so kind? I think you have ulterior motives, hiding a conspiracy!"

Xinggong's face changed, and he shouted: "You fart."

Fang Jianming sneered and said: "I already know what kind of conspiracy you have. If you dare to offend Ci Hangxuan today, don't blame me, Fang Jianming, for being ruthless."

The evil god in red "haha" laughed loudly, and said: "So you are Fang Jianming, I was going to arrest you to meet the sect master, you won the first match, you are lucky, let me see how you won the second match?" After that, he jumped out and landed in the field, looked at the sick scholar coldly, and said: "Don't you want to fight this evil god to the death? Why don't you come out?"

The sick scholar's face darkened when he heard this, and he walked forward without saying a word.

The red-clothed evil god let out another "haha" laugh, and said, "Sick scholar, you are indeed worthy of being one of the people on the list of heaven, and you regard death as home. Back then, our sect was besieged and killed by you, how could you never think that we would come back to life? Tell you, We came back alive just to take the lives of you so-called upright people."

The sick student said coldly: "Crimson God, don't talk big, you were not our opponents back then, let alone now? Although I don't know why you were able to survive, your ambitions will never come true!"

The red-clothed evil god's expression darkened, and he said: "Sick scholar, let's stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth, you must lose this game!"

The sick scholar sneered and said, "If you lose, wouldn't you just come back with a feather in your hands?"

Before the words were finished, the two of them released their true energy at the same time, and the two powerful palms collided with each other. There was only a loud "boom", and the two of them flew into the air and passed by each other. The sick scholar struck out 23 palm strengths, and the evil god in red struck 23 fist strengths.

As soon as the sick scholar's feet hit the ground, he suddenly jumped out backwards, and rushed towards the evil god in red, kicking out thirteen legs in an instant, the wind of his legs was fierce, and the shadow of his legs was like a mountain.

The evil god in red roared loudly, rubbed his palms together, and performed superior lightness kung fu, the person was like a ghost, dodging left and right among the shadows of his legs, and suddenly heard a "bang", and the two palms joined together.The sick scholar yelled, retracted and stretched his arms, and flew the red-clothed evil spirit away. Unexpectedly, the red-clothed evil god did a somersault in the air, and the person floated to the left front of the sick scholar. True Qi rushed out.

The sick student seemed to have known the other party's move for a long time. He pulled out his right palm in time, and the two internal forces collided, and the air flow in a radius of ten feet and ten feet was undercurrent. There was a sound, and the palms of the two were about to be connected by a foot, but they couldn't move forward no matter what.

A circle of white and reddish zhenqi appeared between the palms of the two and expanded outwards. The rolling of the air flow gradually intensified, and the situation seemed very strange.

Fang Jianming was shocked when he saw it, the drunken Taoist's face changed drastically, and he was anxious, while Wu Kuang stared at him without blinking.

With the improvement of the internal strength of the two, the true energy of which circle is getting bigger and bigger, and the color is getting darker and darker.The left palm of the evil god in red suddenly turned red like blood, and bursts of red light glowed in his eyes, which was breathtaking.

The sick scholar's expression was normal, he didn't seem to be competing for internal strength, but just stood there and stretched his palms.

After a while, the red light in the red-clothed evil god's eyes became more and more intense, and he took a quick step forward. This step seemed light, but it was extremely difficult for the red-clothed evil god.

The sick scholar let out a muffled snort, spat out a mouthful of blood, and took a step back. The evil god in red couldn't help showing a complacent look on his face, but in an instant, the sick scholar coughed, and his internal strength suddenly increased by three points, and he immediately The evil god in red took three steps back.

The red-clothed evil god only felt that the zhenqi in his body was a little weak, he was taken aback in his heart, and with a long roar, he pushed out his right palm violently, and the sick scholar's left palm followed.

Just hearing the sound of "Peng", the bodies of both of them trembled violently.The evil god in red "haha" laughed loudly, and said: "Sick scholar, this evil god is going to take your old life now!" In the voice, the palm force surged out, knocking the sick scholar back three steps, and he clenched his fists , a trace of red true energy emerged from the blood-red fist, the joints of the whole body creaked, and the figure suddenly grew a little bigger.

The sick scholar showed surprise on his face, and found that the opponent's skill had suddenly increased tenfold.

The drunken Taoist also noticed it, and shouted loudly: "Old and sick ghost, be careful!" Before he finished speaking, the red-clothed evil god struck out lightning with raging waves in his palm.The sick scholar flitted back and retreated, and managed to dodge a palm, and the opponent's other palm followed closely, so fast that no one could think about it.The sick scholar used thirteen extremely fast movements in an instant, but he still couldn't escape the opponent's attack range, so he had to use his whole body strength to block forward.There was a loud "boom", and a burst of red true energy shot up into the sky. Everyone felt a strong energy attack, and they hurriedly practiced their skills secretly.

The sick scholar flew out with a "wow", and the red-clothed evil god laughed wildly "haha". He was about to speak, but saw the sick scholar's body flying six feet away, turning in a circle, and falling to the ground. He coughed violently, his upper body Bent, it seems that even the lungs are coughing out.

The evil god in red widened his eyes and shouted, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Seeing Fang Jianming, he was not happy but worried. Although he was not very clear about the situation in the arena, he could already see something was wrong.

Only the half-white haired middle-aged woman said anxiously: "Brother sick, don't do this, we will lose this match, come back soon!"

The drunk Taoist said with a panicked face: "Old sick ghost, don't! Don't fight this non-human monster!"

The evil god in red laughed wildly after hearing this: "Yes, I am indeed not a human being, I am an evil god! Sick scholar, let me see how you deal with this time!"

The sick scholar slowly stood up straight, and said word by word: "I, the sick scholar, have never lost a single defeat in my life, and this time it is impossible to lose! The evil god in red, are you using the great method of disintegrating the demon?"

The evil god in red said: "That's right, don't you want to use it too?"

The sick scholar said: "In order to remain undefeated, it's okay!"

When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically.After performing the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", although the internal strength has increased dramatically, the chances of surviving afterward are very slim, and it can be said that it is a last resort.This red-clothed evil god actually performed this skill, doesn't it mean he doesn't want to die?

The evil god in red sneered and said: "Sick scholar, if I use this great method, nothing will happen afterwards, because I am no longer a human being, and you, once you use this method, you will die violently within three days, haha, since you want to If you die, this evil god will fulfill you!"

Lifting his palms slowly, a red mist gushed out from his body, and soon surrounded his whole body, his body was so hazy that it was hard to see clearly anymore.This is exactly the vision produced by the "Blood Hand Divine Art" practiced to the level of perfection.It was the first time the people present had seen this kind of vision, and they all stared with wide-eyed eyes.

Fang Jianming had an ominous premonition in his heart. He faintly realized that the sick scholar was fighting desperately with the same unbeatable person. He took a step and shouted: "Sick senior, no!"

A cold light flashed in the sick scholar's eyes, he gave Fang Jianming a cold look, then glanced at the drunk Taoist and Cihangxuan's people, and said in a cold tone: "No one should stop me!"

He took a deep look at the woman who was healing Long Biyun's exercise, bit the tip of her tongue suddenly, shook her arms, a gust of white air rose from her head, and a powerful force shot towards the red-clothed woman. The evil god moved over slowly, and the stones on the ground turned into powder wherever it passed.

Sooner or later, the red mist covering the evil god in red exploded, and a red shadow rushed towards the sick scholar. It looked like a huge palm, and this "palm" was the evil god in red himself.

At the same time, the body of the sick scholar spun up in an instant, the powder on the ground flew into the air, and the sick scholar turned into a gust of wind, and the person was already integrated with the gust of wind, and the corners of everyone's eyes hadn't caught the trend of the gust of wind, a wave of overwhelming wind The air flow was discharged outwards, and the sky seemed to change color. Everyone felt that their breathing was a little urgent, and then they saw the red shadow retreating quickly, and a white shadow suddenly appeared, entangled with the red shadow, and then there was a loud noise, and the red shadow shrank , come down to the ground.Bai Ying flew three times in the air and landed beside the drunk Taoist.

The drunk Taoist grabbed Bai Ying and shouted: "Old sick ghost, why are you doing this!"

The sick scholar's face was as pale as snow, he opened his mouth, coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still said forcefully, "Even if I don't fight this monster desperately, do you think I can survive?" ?” The drunken Taoist said sadly, “I know!”

Fang Jianming saw that the sick scholar was so seriously injured, his face was extremely anxious, he walked up and said: "Senior sick, please sit down quickly, I will heal your injuries with exercises!"

The sick scholar took a look at him, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, which seemed to be very relieved, but it was fine if he didn't smile, and a smile made people feel an indescribable sadness.The drunk Taoist sighed, and said: "Boy Fang, don't waste your energy, even if the old man Yao is here, he can't do anything."

Fang Jianming turned pale when he heard this, and shouted: "No! No, senior sick will be fine!"

At this time, the evil god in red stood up from the ground, laughed "haha", and said: "Sick scholar, you lost, you have no strength to fight anymore, and I feel strength all over my body!"

The people from Cihangxuan were shocked when they heard this, the sick scholar didn't knock him down, who else could knock him down?

The sick student gave him a cold look, and asked back: "Really?" As soon as the words fell, the evil god in red trembled all over, pointed at the sick student and said angrily: "You...you are really amazing!" He fell back.

A figure flashed out, supported the evil god in red, took out three pills and poured them into the mouth of the evil god in red, and asked someone to help the evil god in red, but he didn't know whether it was dead or alive.This man is Guiguzi.

Guiguzi stroked his beard and said with a sinister smile, "The second match is a draw."

(End of this chapter)