Buzhou is pushed horizontally by the palm of the mountain!

boom!

The two palms met, and thunder shook the void. The ground undulated rapidly like waves, and then exploded. The spectators around were forced by the strong wind, screaming and retreating one after another. Some young masters who did not react in time could only feel their ears.

There was a loud noise, and he was knocked unconscious by the wind from the palm.

Click!

An ancient tree nearby suddenly exploded from its roots and collapsed downwards.

Monk Wuxiang's body was shaken, and he jumped back in the air. The red monk's robe exploded into pieces and scattered in all directions, revealing the moon-white monk's robe underneath. He shouted the Buddha's name in the air, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose. He was in the void.

It spins around.

This enlightened monk seemed to have turned into a Buddha and Bodhisattva with thousands of hands and hundreds of feet. Thousands of palms, shadows and feet were photographed out of the body. It seemed that there was no target to attack, and it seemed that there was no purpose at all.

Yang Xingzhou's body slid quickly on the ground, cutting a ravine three feet deep and five feet long. He looked up at the Wuxiang monk who looked like a thousand-armed Guanyin in the sky, and his face was surprisingly solemn: "Good work!"

Suddenly leaping into the air, the person crossed his arms in the air, and a pillar of air was instantly generated, slamming down hard on the Wuxiang monk spinning in the air!

Wuxiang Monk turned even faster, and suddenly lost his body, leaving only countless arms and legs stretching in the void at different speeds. This scene should be strange and inexplicable, but it only gave people a feeling of tranquility and reverence, and the Buddha's light shining all over him.

Bang!

Facing the mountain-like pillar of air that was smashed down, the Wuxiang monk who stretched his arms and legs all over the sky suddenly appeared. His hands and feet slapped on the air pillar, causing the air pillar to scatter. Then his body flew back like a meteor.

It landed on the roof of a large house on one side.

boom!

Before the canopy of the big tree that had just been broken off fell to the ground, it was shaken to pieces by the strong winds of the two men, and the leaves in the sky turned into flying knives, shooting in all directions.

The Immortal Immortal, who was far away from the crowd, was holding his chest and secretly adjusting his breathing. Yang Xingzhou's blow just now almost broke his heart. Even if he survived this time, he might not be able to become the Supreme Emperor in the Changbai Sect in the future.

At this moment, several leaves flew towards him, and the Immortal Immortal cursed loudly and turned around to escape, but it was already too late. There were two "Puff" sounds, and his back and thighs had already been hit.

"Wuxiang, you bastard! Don't you know I haven't run out yet?"

The Immortal Immortal felt cruel in his heart and staggered forward. Suddenly, a figure flashed around him. Zhuang Jie, the leader of the Xining Sect, reached out to support him and quickly retreated to the side of the yard, asking: "Old Immortal, are you okay?"

The Immortal Immortal stretched out his hand and touched a handful of blood on his thigh, then pointed to the hole in his chest: "What do you think?"

At this moment, the void suddenly shook again, and "Xue Mingyu" laughed loudly: "You can actually withstand my Buzhou Mountain Palm, great monk, you are really yours! After I kill someone first, let's compete again.

Pass!"

As soon as the figure flashed, Yang Xingzhou's body suddenly appeared in front of the Immortal Immortal for some unknown reason. The long sword that had never been drawn out from his waist suddenly unsheathed and exploded into a sword light that filled the sky, surrounding Zhuang Jie and the Immortal Immortal.

Within the light, the sword light expanded rapidly, and the sword energy filled the space within a radius of three feet.

For an instant, everyone opened their eyes as if they were blind. They all felt that the sword energy was roaring in front of them. Each sword was piercing the vital parts of their body. However, they could not clearly see the position of the sword tip. In shock, they all acted on their own and took the defensive.

, trying to block the opponent's almost miraculous swordsmanship.

The sword light suddenly disappeared.

Yang Xingzhou's figure reappeared in front of everyone.

Not far away from him, the Immortal Immortal's eyes widened, and he weakly pointed at Yang Xingzhou. Blood gurgled out from the corner of his mouth, and then he collapsed to the ground.

As famous as Wuxiang Monk, one of the leaders of the Baidao Alliance of the Eight Sects and the first veteran master of the Changbai Sect, the Immortal Immortal, was in the Xuanmu Temple today.

Wuxiang Monk landed not far from Yang Xingzhou, with a surprised look on his face: "Amitabha, the rain-shaking sword technique that turns the waves over the clouds? Donor, who are you?"
Chapter completed!