Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 482 Ghosts and Gods
Hearing this, Long Ziyin cried out inwardly. She knew that Long Ziyin's temper had always been irritable. The old man in common clothes might suffer a loss if he said such words. He was about to go out to smooth things over. Angry, he just said coldly: "It turns out that you are here for Yun'er. Originally, Cihangxuan does not welcome any evil spirits, but since you are so kind to come to help, I don't blame you. Yin'er, you serve me They, I'm going up to see how Senior Sister and Yun'er are doing!"

After hearing this, Long Ziyin exclaimed secretly, "It's dangerous!".After Long Jiaojiao finished speaking, her body moved like a light wind, as fast as lightning, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this excellent lightness kung fu.

As soon as she left, the man in black suddenly screamed in horror, jumped up, swung the long box in his hand, the airflow suddenly concentrated, and dozens of vortices appeared beside him. It seemed that he was in Normal in the torrent.

Everyone didn't know what happened, they only heard a "bang", the vortex scattered and rushed to the opposite side, everyone with horror on their faces, ran away one after another, the vortex hit the ground, making a loud bang.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, a tornado soared into the sky, Wu Kuang and Liu Nanxing showed terror on their faces, and screamed at the same time: "No, there are enemies!"

The black-robed man turned eighteen somersaults in the air, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", but he was very strong. Although he was seriously injured, he moved a foot to the left in the air, and opened the box like lightning , took out the "Magic Whip", waved it casually, and a strange force spread across the sky.

Everyone felt a little uneasy in their hearts, and their breathing seemed a little short.Fang Jian used his skills secretly, and faintly felt that someone was coming, but this person's movements were so fast that he couldn't see him at all.Who is this man?Martial arts are so powerful!

Suddenly, an old voice said in a very solemn voice: "Everyone hurry up and practice your skills."

After the sound fell, Zhang Xiangfeng appeared beside Fang Jianming, looking up at the sky.Everyone only felt that what he said had an irresistible force, and they felt much more comfortable in an instant, and secretly practiced their skills.

At this time, the black-robed man held a whip in one hand and a box in the other, and waved his hands. The strong wind swept all around, and his spirit flew. The skill of the body is wonderful, just like a black dragon.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but widen their eyes. This man's martial arts were too weird.Suddenly the man in black sneered and said, "Ghosts, I never thought you would come here!"

Fang Jianming was horrified when he heard this, this person is actually a ghost, the master of Blood Hand Sect!
"Hey, black robe, how dare you betray the god, who wants to kill you!" The words floated like ghost voices, and no one could hear what he was talking about, let alone know where he was. where.

While speaking, the man in black made more than a dozen moves, all of which were earth-shattering, but still did not force the ghosts and gods to appear.A look of fear began to appear on his face.

Zhang Xiangfeng looked at the sky with an incomparably heavy expression. He raised his arms slowly. His movements were as slow as snails, but his unrestrained appearance was unparalleled. A magical power flowed from his body like quicksilver. out.Everyone just looked at the man in black in the air, but forgot him.

At this moment, the man in black groaned and fell from mid-air. After he landed, his whole body trembled, with white gas emitting from the top of his head, and his face was abnormally pale.

Fang Jianming let out a long cry, swiped the Tianchan knife, and flew to the side of the man in the black robe to protect him, and asked with concern: "Heipao, how are you doing?"

The black-robed man's face was terrified, and his pupils were terrified, and he shouted: "Master, get out of here quickly, let me cut off the back for you, the martial arts of ghosts and gods are really terrible!"

"Hmph! If you want to leave, it's not that easy. Everyone here will die. This god will send you to the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reborn. Kill!"

"Kill!" As soon as the word fell, Fang Jianming felt a pain in his chest, his true energy jumped wildly, and he felt very uncomfortable. With a sound of "Wow", he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his figure swayed.

The other people, except for Zhang Xiangfeng, all felt that the true energy in their bodies was rushing, and their chests were like a fire. In a short while, dozens of people were shocked to death by the sonic kung fu of ghosts and gods.People as strong as Wu Kuang also spurted blood.

There was a feeling of powerlessness in everyone's heart, as if they saw the arrival of the god of death.

"Hey! Boy surnamed Fang, you are really powerful. You have not fallen down after receiving the god's third-level demon sound. This god is more and more interested in you. This god wants to take you back with his own hands!"

A gust of ghostly wind blew by, and a black light flashed in Fang Jianming's eyes. With a violent evil spirit, the Tianchan Saber slashed through the air. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, Fang Jianming would split it in half.

The cicadas were flying in the sky, singing strangely, the air within twenty feet quickly accumulated towards the cicadas, and the air vortex began to emerge. This knife gathered all the skills of Fang Jianming's body, and it was also the most successful and powerful knife so far. .At this moment, Fang Jianming had a feeling of epiphany, and the first three moves of Tianchan Dao kept flashing in his mind.He wanted to catch something, but under the strong pressure of ghosts and gods, he didn't completely catch the aura...

With a loud "boom", Fang Jianming spurted blood from the sky, and he was thrown six feet away and fell to the ground.

In this confrontation, although Fang Jianming was seriously injured, the ghosts and gods were forced to show up. He appeared two feet away from the man in black robe, with a mask on his face, and the cloak on his body would automatically move without wind. gas.At this moment, he seemed to be no longer a human being, but a ghost, a god among ghosts!

The terrifying eyes shot out from the two holes in the mask, making people afraid to look at him.The ghosts and gods turned their eyes slightly, noticed Zhang Xiangfeng's abnormality, and were slightly taken aback.

There was a sudden silence in the arena, but then a shocking crane sounded, waking everyone up.

The big white crane flew over from a distance, rushed down with anger, and the strong wind came to the ground, flying sand and rocks, and dust.The ghost snorted coldly, and the "heaven-defying devil sound" came out.The great white crane let out a frightened whine, its body shook, dropped ten feathers, and flew high.

The Qilin Mouse roared angrily, jumped off the back of the big white crane, and landed in front of Fang Jianming like lightning, standing upright like a human, tightly protecting its master.

With a low growl of "Ao Wu", the Qilin Mouse opened its small bright red mouth, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, and spewed out a burst of sky fire, which made the air sizzle, and its face began to change, giving birth to pieces. The scale armor, the body shape also gradually becomes bigger.

"Little guy, you're not good enough yet, this level of sky fire can't trouble this ghost!" The ghost smiled sinisterly, his right hand was as red as blood, and he slowly raised it up...

"Huh! What kind of kung fu is this?" Ghost God cried out in amazement, and turned to face Zhang Xiangfeng.Everyone also looked at Zhang Xiangfeng, but when they saw it, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow a big goose egg.

Zhang Xiangfeng's knees were slightly bent, his face was purple, his arms were soft, his palms were slowly drawing circles on his chest, and a purple halo was rotating in front of him. Coupled with his full head of white hair, it was indescribably weird.In an instant, it seemed that he was no longer a human being, but a god, the god of the world!

What kind of magical power is this?There is such a magical power!
Long Ziyin looked at Zhang Xiangfeng's face, was overjoyed, and said in a surprised tone: "It's the Purple Qi Divine Art. Congratulations, Senior Zhang, for breaking through the eighth level of the Purple Qi Divine Art, and finally reached the peak of cultivation!" Everyone listened After saying this, I was secretly surprised.

Although this "Purple Qi Divine Art" is an internal skill that any disciple of the Wudang sect can learn, but since Zhang Sanfeng opened the sect, except for his eldest disciple who has practiced this art to the ninth level, no disciples care about it. No matter how hardworking and talented, they have never broken through the eighth level.This eighth level immediately became a hidden pain for the Wudang faction.As long as one breaks through the eighth level, there will be another new world.

Before Zhang Xiangfeng returned to seclusion (in fact, it was because of a love affair that made him retreat from the world), he had never heard that he had practiced this kung fu to the ninth level or above. The reason why he was called a hero back then was because of his There are many earth-shattering chivalrous things, and secondly, because of his superb swordsmanship, he can be called invincible.Unexpectedly, he actually broke the century-old myth that it was difficult for the "Purple Qi Divine Art" to break through the eighth level.

Hearing Long Ziyin's words, the man in black cried out "lucky!" If he knew that Zhang Xiangfeng had broken through the eighth level of "Purple Qi Divine Art", he probably wouldn't have come to participate in the siege of Cihangxuan .

At this time, he had already got rid of the pressure brought by ghosts and gods, adjusted his balance, and flew towards Fang Jianming.Qilinshu didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, so he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of sky fire. The man in black dodged to avoid it, and shouted: "Master!"

Fang Jianming struggled to get up from the ground, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly. When everyone heard him laugh, they were a little confused. Even ghosts and gods felt strange. With half of his life left, he couldn't stand up at all. Who knew that Fang Jianming not only stood up, but also felt unusually full of his laughter.

How did he know that in the dream Fang Jianming was tested by the Eighteen Bronze Men, these hardships are not for nothing, there is always reward if you pay.

After Fang Jianming laughed, he called the Qilinshu to a stop, and said: "It seems that ghosts and gods are nothing more than that. The Blood Hand Sect wants to dominate the martial arts, it is simply a mantis blocking the car, and it is beyond its control."

After hearing this, the ghosts and gods had a murderous look in their eyes, and they slammed into Fang Jianming silently. There was a burst of vigor, but the person was so shocked that blood left the corners of his eyes, which was indescribably terrifying.

Fang Jianming was so moved, he rushed forward and shouted: "Hei Pao, you are seriously injured, let me come!"

The man in black shook his head, and said coldly: "Master, you have to take care, I'll come!"

After hearing this, the ghosts and gods laughed sinisterly, and said, "Fang Jianming, don't worry, I won't kill you for the time being, and there is still some use for keeping you!" After speaking, he turned to look at Zhang Xiangfeng, and said with a sneer: "Zhang Xiangfeng, how many lives do you have? You suffered internal injuries, don't hold on anymore."

A purple glow flashed in Zhang Xiangfeng's eyes, he drew circles with his palms, and said flatly, "Although you are wearing a mask, I have discovered a secret of yours!"

(End of this chapter)