The continuous spring rain washes this century-old temple.
Suddenly there was a loud sound, forcing the rain in the Western Zhou Dynasty to retreat!
The three figures intertwined in mid-air for a moment, and then they completed a fight.
The internal forces of the three people intertwined and fought, causing a series of violent explosions.
Huo Dou and Dalba were young and powerful, and they cooperated with each other. They fought repeatedly and severely damaged the fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and monks in Tianlong Temple.
Forced Nan Di to take action forcefully!
Duan Zhixing's figure swayed slightly, took a few steps back, and stood with his hands behind his back, his face already looking slightly pale.
For him at this moment, although the two people in front of him are not as good as him in combat power, due to his old injuries, his realm has been retreating again and again in recent years, which has become an irreversible trend.
Thinking back to those days, when I shocked the Southeastern countries, even though the Duan family's martial arts fortunes were not harmonious, I still thought that no one would dare to be so presumptuous!
I can't help but recall that Chongyang Zhenren, whom I had become a close friend in the early years, has passed away many years ago.
In a lifetime, it is hard to find a close friend, and it is hard to find a close friend.
What I want now is to risk my life to maintain the stability of a country.
At this thought, Duan Zhixing took a deep breath, secretly feeling lucky in his chest, and his internal energy was surging towards the depths of his Dantian.
He wanted to forcefully break through the Xuanguan acupoint, and many years later, he forcefully broke through and ascended again.
In an instant, layers of white steam surged up from Nan Di's side. The steam was thick and thick, and it slowly turned into a barrier of air waves on the side of his body.
Zhu Ziliu was shocked and shouted quickly.
"The Holy Spirit must not do this! If we forcefully break through the realm again, our lives may be in danger, and it will be difficult for the gods to save us!"
But in front of the Tubo formation, there were sneers.
Huo Dou was the most proud, with a mocking look on his face.
"Everyone says that the Southern Emperor has the reputation of being the Five Ultimate Masters, but now it seems that he is just deceiving the world and stealing his reputation!"
"If the leader of Dali is as mediocre as he is, it would be better for me to be a slave to Tibet!"
Zhu Ziliu and others were furious, but they only cursed each other for a few words before they each started coughing and wheezing due to their injuries.
This caused another burst of laughter from the Tubo formation.
They all said that the so-called leader of the Southern Kingdom was nothing more than mediocre, and that he now ended up as a slave was a sign of his mediocrity.
Only Dali Guo and others knew, if there hadn't been the accident seventeen years ago.
Perhaps, Duan Zhixing was a little decisive back then, and now he may have broken through to the realm of a grand master.
How could a mere Tubo dare to be so domineering!
But now Tubo does have the ability to sit back and watch and laugh.
Just talking about the Huodu and Dalba in front of them, they are both at the third-grade cultivation level, which is far better than that of fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and readers.
And behind him, there are many masters from Tubo who are in the third-level and upper-level cultivation realms.
Not to mention, the two Jinlun Dharma King and Jiumozhi who were sitting there, watching with cold eyes.
Each of them is at the peak of their cultivation for the first time!
In comparison, although it is not a confrontation between the two armies on the border, it is still a crucial battle to maintain the national destiny.
How could Duan Zhixing not know that with his current body, forcing him to raise his realm again would be tantamount to risking his life.
But now that the matter has come to this, he can't even think about it.
Just when the breakthrough was just a hair's breadth away, drastic changes occurred.
Huo Dou smiled coldly. He didn't allow Duan Zhixing to raise his level again. He stepped forward unexpectedly and slapped him from the side!
"Evil thief, how dare you!"
Even though all the monks from Tianlong Temple shouted in unison, it was too late to save him!
On the thin line between life and death, a sudden gust of wind blew by!
The wind blew at a tricky angle and hit the Shenmen point on Huo Du's wrist.
In an instant, Huo Dou felt a numbness in his wrist, the strength of his palm disappeared immediately, and his entire left arm was in excruciating pain. A sneak attack was eliminated.
In mid-air, a slow tornado suddenly turned into fallen leaves and rolled down.
One of the figures was light and ethereal, treading the ground silently.
I saw a finger slowly reaching out from the billowing wind, and tapping the sky three times!
The finger strength is empty, like walking on thin ice, and there is no trace of the strong and strong strength of the Duan family's finger strength.
Everyone in Dali thought that they had come to help, but seeing that these three gentle attacks seemed to be there but not at all, their hearts dropped.
Only Duan Zhixing and Kun Rong, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, who were standing at the front, had a burst of joy on their faces.
I only saw three light taps of my fingers, and in an instant, raindrops like beans stopped in the sky.
Make way for three penheads.
Three ripples passed through it one after another.
Stop the rain, wear the rain, continue the rain, protect the rain.
Done in one go.
The raindrops in mid-air first stopped, then penetrated, then connected, and finally turned into a long and narrow rain arrow.
Passing in front of Duan Zhixing, he went straight to the chests of Huo Dou and Dalba!
There were two loud sounds.
A mighty finger force suddenly exploded!
The two people who had just been working together so well were each hit by a rain of arrows, sending them spinning and flying backwards.
One was knocking against an ancient tree in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves were rustling.
One hit the bronze bell of the temple, making strange noises.
Everyone knelt down and vomited blood!
Duan Zhixing and others were stunned. Only then did they see a young figure slowly walking out of the slowly falling tornado in the courtyard.
With long flowing hair and a calm expression, he has the air of a martial arts master in every gesture he makes.
It's none other than Zhou Xuanxin!
Between heaven and earth, a thunder exploded, and everyone's eyes went blank!
Duan Zhixing and Elder Kurong looked at each other.
The two of them knew that the fingering technique just now was the purest one-yang finger skill.
Judging from its momentum and strength, it seems real or false, he is a first-grade level with a yang finger!
Who said there is no strong player in Dali Kingdom!
The next moment, in the Tubo formation, thirty-six Western masters roared and swarmed forward!
In a moment, Zhou Xuanxin was surrounded in the middle!
Although everyone in Dali Kingdom knows that these people have no credibility, the fact that they can gather so many Western-style masters shows that they have been fully equipped with weapons over the years, which is staggering.
Even though Zhou Xuanxin had just struck Xuanqi, could he really resist these many third-level masters?
Duan Zhixing was the only one who was overjoyed. Just now, three strands of rain arrows flashed across his eyes. He saw it most vividly.
The purity and power contained in it encapsulate the profound Taoist rhyme.
It is clearly driven by extremely high-level innate skills that can form the power of Yiyang Finger into such a free and harmonious power.
"This child Xuanxin has secretly inherited the inheritance of these two martial arts."
He felt relieved.
"Master Chongyang, when we exchanged unique skills with each other, we thought we were both brilliant, but we never thought that you would pass away early and I would fall into the realm of martial arts again and again. Now, the essence of our two skills can shine brightly in Botong's child. !”
At this moment, Zhou Xuan's heart felt like a spring rain around him.
It represents the death of old things and the birth of new things.
Slowly raising his hand, the surrounding rain and wind were affected, wrapping around his arm.
In an instant, thousands of rain arrows surged towards the west and burst out of the body!
Thirty-six Western-style masters, almost instantly, blood burst out from their bodies and they were beaten backwards!
The centuries-old temple is overflowing with blood.
Immediately afterwards, another thirteen third-grade masters came up one after another.
But, for Zhou Xuanxin at this moment, what's the use?
I saw him withdraw his finger strength, stand with his feet slightly apart, move both palms together, and the strong wind burst out with several sounds of gold and iron.
The aura suddenly changed from the soothing and elegant wind before.
I saw several palm shadows pushing out in mid-air, and the palm winds were fierce and fierce. The eight masters who rushed forward first had their chest bones broken by a palm, and they fell back with blood spurting from their mouths.
The rest of the people were beaten to the point where their muscles and bones were broken by a single iron palm move in just a moment.
Everyone in Tianlong Temple couldn't help but be surprised.
If the young man in front of him is a disciple of the Duan family, he still needs an explanation.
But the skill of just a dozen palms was clearly the most powerful palm technique in today's martial arts - Iron Palm Technique.
In just a moment, Zhou Xuanxin, with one person's strength, had defeated nineteen masters of the middle and third level in the Tibetan formation.
The heavy rain doesn't stop, but the murderous intention is strong.
I saw that no one in the Tubo formation dared to act rashly, but slowly stepped aside, and two tall and burly figures walked out of it.
King Jinlun.
Jiumozhi.
