"Master Yideng!"
But seeing Dongzhang quickly crossing Yangtian Lake, he bent his knees in mid-air and stabbed forward with a knife. With a muffled groan, the knife blade passed through Yideng's palm and plunged into the half pipe.
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This knife was originally aimed at Yideng's heart, but he cleverly shifted his position and avoided the vital point. At this time, the blade penetrated the flesh, Yideng endured the pain from his palm, and his two long white eyebrows instantly Swinging backwards.
"Ouch!!!"
With a loud sound coming out of his mouth, Yideng burst out with an unprecedented momentum, and the circular air waves blew away Dongzhang's long hair in front of him.
Snapped! ! !
Yideng's pierced palm was like a dragon, quickly moving forward to climb and explore. As he moved forward quickly, a harsh sound suddenly sounded, and the blade leaned forward directly and was completely immersed in Yideng's palm until the end. Following this forward momentum, Yideng came to Dong Zhang as he wished.
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, grabbing Xiang Dongzhang's knife-holding wrist with his hands, trying to grab the knife with his bare hands.
"Hey"
The latter was a little surprised, but not panicked. He avoided Yideng's protruding palm with his backhand, held the half-moon arc rotating handle with one hand, and pulled Yideng's bloody palm to the left. The latter was driven by the blade and couldn't help but follow.
Uh-huh! !
Involved in this, Dong Zhang suddenly pulled his right leg upwards, kicked Yi Leng away with his left foot and knocked off his center of gravity. The latter quickly turned over and took off to stabilize his lower body, but was blocked by Dong Zhang's faster body, close to his shoulder. Yideng stretched his waist and abdomen, twisted his waist to exert force, and planted his feet firmly on the ground.
"go!"
A misplaced shoulder-to-shoulder throw directly lifted Yideng into the air, completely pulling his feet off the ground. The latter's center of gravity was unstable and his pupils shrank suddenly. Without thinking, his palms that were still pierced by the blade immediately immediately He raised his sword fingers together, turned and shot out a yang finger force underneath him.
With a sharp whoosh, he went straight to the door in front of Dongzhang. At this distance, Dongzhang couldn't avoid it at all, so he had to resist, but he still didn't stop, and he also stretched out his right palm. There was a buzzing sound, and the power of Wuxiang's palm suddenly came through. Palm out.
The force of his palms and fingers collided in mid-air, creating a soaring wave. With a snap, Dongzhang threw Yideng into the rock, but he did not get the desired result, because the opponent's feet were firmly planted on the ground at this moment. Take the posture of an iron bridge.
"snort"
His upper body was tilted back, Dongzhang's center of gravity was tilted to the right and lower, his left leg suddenly raised high, and with a step forward, he swept his leg towards Yideng's head.
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This low sweep kick came so fast and urgent that it was impossible to resist it, but Wujue was Wujue, and he had quite a lot of experience in fighting. Without thinking too much, he twisted his waist and quickly stood up from the iron plate bridge, avoiding it. This was a kick straight to the head.
"Hey"
Dongzhang was not discouraged even though his kick missed. He took advantage of Yideng's opportunity to stand up and quickly pressed down with his left hand holding the knife. Then he slammed his foot on the handle of the knife, piercing the black knife into the hard granite and fixing it directly. A flash of light.
The latter was naturally staggered again, because his palm was still penetrated by the blade. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. If he said it didn't hurt, he would be lying. Even if he was an enlightened monk, his body would still have normal reactions.
Yideng, who guessed Dongzhang's thoughts, quickly pulled out his palm and with a sizzle, the blade cut directly from his middle finger and brought out pieces of flesh and blood.
At this time, Dongzhang had already taken off the sword and stretched out both palms. Yideng quickly pulled away and got rid of the constraints of the black sword. He endured the pain in his palms and stood up with his arms in front of him.
boom!
boom!
boom!
One sound followed another, one wave after another. Dongzhang struck Yideng with both palms. The latter blocked with one arm. Dongzhang was very strong. Yideng knew it, but this time it was inevitable. Only hard connection.
call out! !
There was a sharp sound, and smoke erupted from the top of a lamp. He directed all his power to the sword and pointed it forward, trying to force Dong Zhang to retreat and press forward step by step.
The latter didn't look much, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He stepped back and swerved to the right to avoid the fierce finger. Then he slightly closed his left hand, and the black knife behind him appeared in the palm of his hand with a whoosh, and there was a bang. The blade of the sword is clubbed to alleviate the backswing caused by the transition from side to side.
Then he used his left hand to support the sword and used his strength, he jumped up high on the spot, turned towards the sky and kicked his right foot vigorously on Yi Leng's chest, directly sending the person flying into the air and flying backwards.
With this blow, Yideng was really kicked by Dongzhang. With only one arm left, he had just fired out the power of Yiyang's finger. Before he had time to withdraw his move, Dongzhang had already stood up and launched a kick to the sky.
The man was already bleeding from his mouth and nose in mid-air, and he coughed up large amounts of bright red blood. The fight between the two only lasted for a few breaths. At this moment, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong were already rushing towards him, outflanking the two groups on the left and right. Husband.
But the latter was unmoved. He drew his knife and thrust forward before he even landed. It was like skiing. Once the knife hit the ground, he jumped forward. It hit the ground with a bang, bang, bang, and several knives in a row. His feet could not move at all. Without a moment to land, Dongzhang quickly caught up with Master Yideng who was still flying backwards by taking advantage of these forward momentum.
"!!!"
Yideng's breath was disordered at this time. When he opened his eyes and saw Dongzhang, he had already jumped in front of him. He said he was not shocked that it was a fake, so he raised his arms to block, but saw Dongzhang silently laughing and swinging his hands away with a hook. Its wrist.
Followed by a combination of palms and fists, he first stamped his palm on Yideng's chest, slamming his sternum into a deep dent, and then turned his palm into a fist. Under the shocked eyes of the latter, he quickly struck forward, bang, bang, bang, bang. ! ! !
After several consecutive punches, Yi Deng was knocked out and moved back. This time, the two of them were still in the air, but Dongzhang didn't want to let go of Yi Deng. He pulled and slashed Yi Deng's arm forcefully. He forced his opponent to stop mid-air, and vigorously pulled Yideng's arm inwards.
She slammed her knees into his face fiercely. This was a strategy that left no chance for survival and wanted him to meet the Buddha.
"Asshole!! Stop it!!"
A terrifying whine arose, and this time two peerless palm and fist attacks came. Yu Dongzhang attacked from both sides, trying to save Master Yideng from his hands.
"Hey"
Dongzhangren's face changed slightly in mid-air. If he resisted these two palm strikes, even if he had perfected the Nine-Yang Divine Art, he could not help but lose half of his life. He immediately put his knees down and pulled a lamp close to him with one hand. He turned over and pulled the lamp close to him. Standing in front of him, he crossed his lower body and changed positions with him, then put his foot on Yideng's back and made a strong hook to the left.
"If you want it so much, I'll give it back to you."
With this kick, Dongzhang used dark strength. Even if they received the next light, the force would have penetrated into his body and hit his internal organs, and the person who received it would be a cripple.
"How dare you!!!"
This scene made Hong Qigong's eyes burst with tears. At this moment, Yi Deng's aura was already weak. Like a kite with a broken string, it was shot straight towards him. How could he hold back his palm after it had been released? stop?
He had no choice but to bear the risk of backlash and forcefully withdraw his strength, but some of the missed palm winds still hit Yideng, causing him to cough up blood.
Taking Yideng with one hand, Hong Qigong quickly moved forward and stopped at the edge of Yangtian Pond. He placed his hand on Yideng's heart. There was silence for a while, and then his face became particularly ugly.
At the other end, Zhou Botong, who had swung away Dong Zhang with one move, also quickly descended and ran to Hong Qigong's side. He looked at the latter with heavy eyes and asked: "Old beggar, Master Yideng, what do you think?"
The latter shook his head and said nothing, but the expression on his face was definitely not optimistic. Seeing this, Zhou Botong's expression also became complicated. There were two people in the world that he did not dare to see no matter what, and one of them was Ying. Gu, there is another one, the current Master Yideng.
Because of his affair with Yinggu, he felt ashamed of Master Yideng, so he was too embarrassed to see him, but he never expected that meeting him again would end like this.
"Let me see, maybe, it's still possible."
Upon seeing this, the irritable Zhou Botong wanted to step forward to use his power to save Yideng, but Hong Qigong waved him away with a palm. His old face was particularly ugly: "It's useless. Master Yideng's internal organs are broken and his heart is broken. He is already dead." , it’s hard for gods to save you”
"how so."
Muttering to himself in disbelief, Zhou Botong couldn't help but look at Master Yideng, who had a peaceful face, and kept repeating this sentence.
Yideng's chest had been collapsed by Dongzhang's palms and fists. Countless broken bones penetrated into his internal organs. His body was already riddled with holes. In addition, Dongzhang's dark energy when he kicked Yideng away was even more severe. His unbelievably messy internal organs were stirred up again, and the injuries were getting worse. Naturally, it was difficult for gods to treat him.
"Don't feel sorry for me. I have long thought of this day, but I didn't want to be here."
Hong Qigong broke away slightly, Yideng sat upright and sat cross-legged on the ground. He raised his trembling arms in the posture of saluting the Buddha. He raised his eyes and glanced at Dongzhang, who was standing in the distance without saying a word, and actually laughed kindly. : "Dongzhang's benefactor has good means, and I am convinced that I have lost."
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Without any words, Zhang Dong looked through the wind and snow at the kind old monk. Then somehow, Dong Zhang, who always disdained explanations, unexpectedly said: "I killed Qiu Qianren, but the death of your other disciples, not me"
As if he already knew it, Yideng didn't say much. The wrinkles on his face suddenly spread, and he smiled and said: "I believe in the donor."
"Ziliu Cien is a teacher, but he is obsessed with appearance."
Yideng, who has always advised his disciples to meditate, suddenly wakes up at this moment. Dust will return to dust, and all the grudges will be in vain. So what if you win, they will eventually turn into a cup of loess. At this moment, Yideng's heart The hatred and hatred suddenly disappeared, and in the face of death, it seemed that nothing mattered anymore.
After saying that, he closed his eyes and recited the mantra of rebirth in his mouth. From time to time, the mountain wind came and blew up the clothes of a lamp. From a distance, he looked like an enlightened monk who fell into concentration at a glance.
One light, passed away. (End of chapter)
