In the Holy Fire Hall, the people were all martial arts masters, with a long and lingering breath, but they suffered internal injuries. They were all cruel and strong. Although the body was cold and unbearable, they still tried their best to mobilize the true qi to treat internal injuries. The dull breathing came one after another, like a cow's panting, like a lion's roar, and for a moment it was full of the sound of jetting out and inhaling inhaling and rewinding.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and Sisanren were both hit by the monk's fingers of gray-clothed monks. There was a vicious true energy between the monk's fingers, which wandered around the body and destroyed the qi of the meridians. They hit the fingers and breathed their luck desperately. The breath was short and long. Although they tried their best, they did useless work, and the vicious poison in their bodies became heavier and heavier.

Leng Qian vomited blood and fell to the ground. The monk in gray lit the acupoint and stopped the bleeding. Everyone saw that it became heavier and heavier in the center of his eyes. I wonder what the monk intended to save Leng Qian. Could it be that this monk wanted all the senior officials of the Ming Cult to live and then torture to death one by one?

Thinking of this, my heart became three more points.

Zhang Wuji and the monk in gray had to compete with each other and fell to the ground without any support. The acupoint was lit by the vicious finger force. At this moment, he looked as if dead, as if he was ashen, and his breath was like a wandering spring. He was returning to his breath to save himself and could not take care of himself.

Yin Li's martial arts foundation was not as good as everyone present, so the monk in gray did not use such a heavy technique to her. He just penetrated the bones and pointed the acupoints, which made her unable to move within a few hours. Obviously, he didn't think she would do anything.

One side of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Wusanren, Zhang Wuji and Yin Li all fell to the ground.

However, the monk in gray was attacked by Wei Yixiao and Yang Xiao, and a palm was printed on his back, and then he was hit hard and rushed. He was also a mortal body, although his internal strength was shocking. However, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao are also top-notch masters today. If they were desperately attacking, how could the monk in gray be able to withstand it? He also sat down on the ground, only caring about silent breathing, trying to restore his ability to move as soon as possible. At that time, he only needed to lift his palm and beat everyone to death with one palm.

At present, in the Holy Fire Hall of Lighting Pin, the two sides tried their best to scramble for time and luck. Only one person could act would determine the fate of others' life and death. But this was a forbidden area. The construction site was tall and solid, deep in a courtyard. Even if they were shouting in the hall, people outside could only hear faint sounds. Without Yang Xiao's orders, the guardians heard some movement, so how could they dare to come in?

Poor Ming Sect master Ru Yun, who was defeated by this gray-clothed monk, was trapped together at this moment. If the six sects attacked Guangmingding at this moment, the Ming Sect will be over. Everyone knows the key points. They quietly, they don’t care about speaking and try their best to restore their internal strength.

One hour later, Zhang Wuji's breathing gradually stabilized, but his face was still ashen. It seemed that it was not good. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao's internal skills were the highest in the field, but their internal injuries were strangely cold. It was unprecedented that they could not condense their true energy, let alone others.

Zhou Lai has the most violent personality, but among the five scattered people, he has the lowest kung fu, and he is only lucky, but he feels like he is falling into an ice cellar and is getting worse and worse. He simply snatched away the true energy in his body and said tremblingly: "Die... bald donkey... what's your name?" " bald donkey... how did you get up?"

"Bald donkey...you...are you on the French number...under the ice...

Snow? "Monkey Ice and Snow... You are... no... without parents...

It popped out of the ice cube?”

After hearing Zhou Lai's words, the people in the Ming Cult were worried about him. Knowing that he was not lucky, they simply used words to interfere with the monk in gray-clothed clothes to improve their energy. The rest of the people seized the time to calmly breath. Everyone knew as if the monk in gray-clothed clothes had recovered his skills first, Zhou Lai might be the first to be killed.

After a while, the monk could not say that he would give up his plan of luck. His body was like a person's ice lump, his meridians were blocked, and his luck was not at all. So he cooperated with Zhou Lai. The two of them trembled and their exhaled more than inhaled, but they still did not accumulate virtue in their mouths.

Zhou Lai: "Bingxue... why are you... not moving at all?"

I can't say it: "That... was beaten by our... Yang... Zuo Envoy and Wei... Dharma King..."

Zhou Dian: "Then his...that's not very good, Yang...that Zuo Eunuch and...the King Zhang, his skills...that's better than that...I'm here, but...that's not too bad."

Can't say: "That's right, Yang...We...san..., he...is not as good as Yang Wei..."

Zhou Lai: "Ha...ha, he...he is not as good as Yang Wei...because of impotence..."

The monk in gray smiled and stood up slowly, closed his eyes and opened them. He was full of energy. His cold eyes swept across the crowd. He stayed there for a while and calmly chanted the Buddha's name and said: "The greedy monk Yuanzhen, I'll see you all donors here." "We're out! Big brother!" Xiao Zhaohong Pupu's face was full of excitement, and his beautiful water-green eyes blinked and looked at Gao Qiang, which made Gao Qiang feel electric shock. He tried his best to put on a majestic posture and nodded and said: "Okay, very good... well, very. good..."

While Xiao Zhao was observing the new environment around him, he lowered his head and muttered quickly: "So beautiful..."

Xiao Zhao and Gao Qiang were standing at one of the many exits in the forbidden area. It was the bluestone floor of a small house outside the Guangmingding Holy Fire Hall. With Gao Qiang's divine power, he pushed the heavy stone slab open. Seeing the pink tassels hanging high in the room, I don't know which lady's boudoir was. Xiao Zhao followed Gao Qiang, holding a torch with one hand and holding the letter Yang Dingtian wrote to his wife with the other hand. She didn't mean to read the gossip of Yang Dingtian and his wife, but the letter marked the country of the forbidden area, all because Gao Qiang is a road nerd, and can be clearly distinguished from the east, south, west and north, but if she really wants to rush to the ground, she will be stunned. She was also this kind of virtue at the underground of Beijing West Railway Station, so she simply handed over the important task of leading the way to Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao quickly led Gao Qiang to go out of the forbidden area. Gao Qiang chose this place as the entrance to the cave, and was worried that the circle was really serious, so the two left the forbidden area. Gao Qiang asked Xiao Zhao to abandon the torch and asked her to carefully store the letter - at the same time, the parchment paper that moved the universe was also carried on her.

With her gently pushing open the door, Xiao Zhao is worthy of being a "little spy". Guangmingding knows all the important things, and points out the direction of the Holy Fire Hall to Gao Qiang. Gao Qiang holds her slender waist with one hand and gently grabs her wrist with the other hand, holds her in her arms, and hides her slender body to avoid several checkpoints. He crosses several high walls. "Brother, you are so powerful." Xiao Zhao sees himself flying through the clouds. Many Ming Cultists who are inspecting below are completely unaware that anyone is passing by her head. She leans steadily in Gao Qiang's arms. The two flash through various checkpoints like a breeze blowing. The Ming Cult is actually a void decoration. The little girl can't help but recharge her eyes, full of admiration.

Gao Qiang said: "Shh, don't talk, well, now you love to look like that ugly girl. Otherwise, Yang Zuozhe would probably not let anyone go..."

Xiao Zhao immediately turned into the shape of a crooked face and slanted mouth. Gao Qiang took her to avoid several secret whistles outside the Holy Fire Hall. When he arrived outside the wall, he nodded at Xiao Zhao and said, "Little girl. Are you going to go back to your seventh lady now? Or follow me into the Holy Fire Hall? It's very dangerous here."

Xiao Zhao said without thinking: "Brother, I'd better follow you. Maybe they will ask you about the forbidden area. I can also help you get the right answer."

Gao Qiang nodded, gently held her and held her slender waist and performed her light skills. The two of them touched the Holy Fire Hall and listened to someone in it, "Amitabha, you all understand the right and wrong, right? It's worth being that dead-headed ghost, hahaha, everyone, you take a step first, and when we detonate the explosives, we will go to Huangquan Road together! Then we will fight again in life and death! Yang Dingtian, Yang Dingtian, we are very. We are about to meet soon!"

Gao Qiang tightened his heart, and understood that it was Yuanzhen's voice. He hurriedly picked up Xiao Zhao, regardless of the shy blushing on her face, and whispered: "Go out and call the master!"

With only his arm, he threw her backhand out of the wall without waiting for Xiao Zhao to speak, and rushed into the Holy Fire Hall, shouting: "Monkey Yuanzhen, be your dream of spring and autumn!"

Through the door, a wave of overwhelming force rushed towards him. Yuanzhen in the room said angrily: "Who is here to reincarnate and die?"

Gao Qiang and Yuan Zhen moved to avoid their hands, and knew that the monk had learned the incomplete ecstasy palm, which was definitely not something he could deal with. He twisted his body and avoided the palm power. He heard the rumbling sound behind him, and the wall in the distance was shaken by Yuan Zhen's palm in the air.

He shortened his body and flashed into the Holy Fire Hall through the gap in the window. While Monk Yuanzhen breathed his breath, he grabbed his hands and stumbled around the ground. In a hurry, Gao Qiang first tapped Yin Li's waist with tears in his eyes, and then kicked Zhang Wuji, who was angrily fighting for one eye, and then slapped Zhang Wuji, who was sitting up and putting up a majesty in his body. He kicked the butt of Wei Yixiao who was lying on the ground with a funny look.

He turned his body in a circle, avoiding the power of the round palm, touching his waist, bounced his legs, kicking his feet, and hitting his hips, sending the scattered people who fell there into the sky, then rolled around, holding Leng Qian, who was vomiting blood, three times, and then threw him behind.

Relying on the light skills that Yu Wei Yixiao had made, that is, the matter of a moment, Gao Qiang sent Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Wusanren, Zhang Wuji and Yin Li behind him. Monk Yuanzhen was always one step slower. Gao Qiang's light skills were completely extraordinary just now. Wei Yixiao dared to show off his back to Master Miejue who was holding the Yitian Sword, but Monk Yuanzhen was much more powerful than Master Miejue. Gao Qiang's light skills were half inferior to Wei Yixiao. It was a lucky success in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Monk Yuanzhen proudly guarded the main entrance of the Holy Fire Hall - Strictly speaking, this gate had been slapped into pieces by his palm just now. Behind him was an empty courtyard, and there was a hole in the courtyard wall. Noise came from the catch, and many people were coming.

Gao Qiang stared at Yuanzhen with his eyes tightly, and he didn't dare to look back. Zhang Wuji said sadly behind him: "Senior Brother, be careful, he is the monk Yuanzhen, it was him, he was the one who solicited the six sects to compete with the Ming Cult. He said everything just now!"

Gao Qiang nodded and thought to himself: Little girl, I know much more clearly than you.

Monk Yuanzhen's wide robe and white beard stood at the door. When the cold wind blew, he felt quite like he was attaining enlightenment and becoming a Buddha. Perhaps his wish was about to be fulfilled, and he was very comfortable. He watched Gao Qiang suddenly appear, but he did not recognize him because of the mask on Gao Qiang's face. Although he was shocked by Gao Qiang's elusive light skills just now, he was full of confidence and did not lose his composure at all. Monk Yuanzhen said coldly: "One other person who came to die, okay! OK! I will send you on the road together!"

He waved his sleeves, raised his internal force with his left hand, and suddenly rushed forward. This was completely a one-power reduction of ten blessings, and powerful bullying others. If Gao Qiang relied on his light skills to avoid them, everyone behind him would suffer!

Gao Qiang also understood the form behind him without looking at it. He gritted his teeth, squatted with his legs slightly, and was lucky and only his arms. He shouted "Ha" and took Yuanzhen's move to cut the palm!

He felt that the air flow on the opposite side was like a knife, rushing towards him like a tide. Then a dragon elephant was transmitted to the palm of his hand. Gao Qiang only swayed his palm slightly, and the virtual and real ones were connected to his hands. Otherwise, everyone behind him would not be able to resist a trace of palm power.

He felt a stream of vigorous force explode along the veins of his hand, as if it was surging towards his shoulders. Gao Qiang felt that his arm was like a furnace, and it was hot and burning. He gritted his teeth, and the true energy in his body surged wildly, and he felt that his arm was sore and numb, and he barely took the opponent's strength down. He shouted lucky in his heart, knowing that Monk Yuanzhen didn't do his best with his palm just now.

Yuanzhen let out a "huh" and then grinned: "Take me another palm?"

He was about to take his palm when Gao Qiang looked out from outside the wall behind him, a group of ordinary believers with red steaming flames embroidered on the corners of his clothes, holding swords and catching swords. About a hundred people shouted and rushed towards Monk Yuanzhen.

Monk Yuanzhen didn't look back and snorted coldly. He waved his right robe sleeve without looking at it. When he threw it away, it was one meter long. The gray dragon was filled with true energy on the sleeves of the monk like a flying monk, and was swung straight like an iron rod in the air. Although those gangs had some hard hands, how could they compete with Monk Yuanzhen?

Screams and vomited blood, and his broken limbs flew into the sky. He swung his backhand like this. In a blink of an eye, more than ten people opened their heads and chests, and their waists and legs were broken. Some of them were not dead for a while and they fell to the ground and moaned loudly. Blood spread all over the ground like a spring, soaking the bluestone floor outside the Holy Fire Hall.

Monk Yuanzhen's right robe sleeve was scattered freely, and only one left hand had his palm condensed the power of the chopping palm to attack Gao Qiang. Gao Qiang stood there like a wooden stake. Gao Qiang stood there like a wooden stake. If he could not catch three palms, he felt dizzy and dizzy. His body could not stop retreating like an electric shock. He only had enough to crush all the underground granite stone slabs, and could not stop Yuanzhen's palm power.

The hundreds of believers behind Yuan Zhen fought to the death without retreating. Like a round of charge, the sleeves of his right robe turned into "blood" sleeves. As he waved, drops of blood kept sprinkling backwards. All the faces of the believers were dyed scarlet. When they saw their companions' blood, they were even more furious and continued to rush forward without fear of death.
Chapter completed!