"Haha, I, He Wanshan, have been wandering around the world for half my life, and no one has ever refused to give me face. You say so, are you not afraid of being laughed at by martial arts people? If it is a martial arts competition, I, He Wanshan, will accompany you to fight two moves!"
"good!"
When Bi Zhongjue heard this, he immediately replied cheerfully: "Someone Bi has this intention. Master He, please!"
He Wanshan was probably furious, he frowned slightly, held back all his internal strength, and a burst of true energy had been transported to his Dantian. He jumped into the air with a little force on his toes, and his palms instantly felt like knives, and he used the "Thunder Locking God Palm". "Like the sun rising in the east" struck with a palm. As soon as the palm shadow reached in front of him, it suddenly changed and turned into strong and powerful five fingers that went straight into the center of Bi Zhongjue's eyebrows. Bi Zhongjue did not dodge. He followed the trend and waved his sword towards When he cut it off with five fingers, there was only a "ding" sound, and sparks suddenly burst out from the tip of the knife, making such a broad and heavy blade tremble!
Bi Zhongjue looked intently and saw several shining silver steel nails held between He Wanshan's fingertips. He was secretly surprised, his eyes widened unconsciously, and he cursed in his heart: "It turns out that this old guy has something hidden in his hand." He has a unique hidden weapon, which is really insidious and vicious. If I hadn't blocked it with my knife, I would have been killed by one of his palms!" The anger in his heart was not gone, but He Wanshan's brows turned cold and he shouted loudly: "Watch the move!"
Before the word "move" was spoken, the whole person soared into the sky like a flying swallow and a dragon. In an instant, the stretched out five fingers were like five sharp daggers stabbing out. How could Bizhongjue dare to hesitate for a moment, but seeing him His eyebrows trembled slightly, his feet paused, and the wind stirred under his feet, and his body flew out in the air at a very fast speed, which was better than a slight step on the waves. When He Wanshan saw it, he quickly turned his fingers into palms and struck out with his right palm right next to his back. Unexpectedly, on the side of Bizhong Jue's body, a big knife flashed in his hand. It was vaguely visible. An arc-shaped light and shadow passed through his eyes. The knife Their palms struck each other, and with a sound of "bang...", the two of them jumped several feet at the same time!
All of a sudden, the ground was filled with wind and sand, and swords and palm shadows appeared one after another. The two were fighting with each other, it was hard to tell, and it was still unclear who would win.
There were more than a thousand people in the hall, just treating it as a peak showdown between peerless masters, and bursts of cheers came out from time to time. "Alas!" Elder Xuan Heng stood up leisurely and sighed softly. He wanted to speak, but he stopped talking when he reached his lips. He looked sideways at Master Qingqi. Master Qingqi in the hall was closing his eyes to rest. He seemed to turn a blind eye and not hear the fight in front of him. The master looked so calm that he couldn't bother to disturb him. He could only shake his head slightly and sit still...
In this fight, there is no way to stop it. He Wanshan's palms are connected, sharp and changeable, and they are mutually reinforcing. Sometimes they are soft, sometimes they are hard. If they are soft, there are needles hidden in the cotton, and if they are strong, thunder and lightning will explode. For He Wanshan Bizhongjue's sword can always avoid the real situation and turn into a shadow. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves have been passed, and there is no winner or loser between the two sides!
"This old guy is so quick in his attacks, leaving no room for anything, and his palm power is very strong. He must have reached the level of proficiency in his skills. The large jasper scimitar in my hand weighs at least seventy kilograms. Over time, it has become very heavy. , I'm afraid I won't be able to run out of energy if I continue like this!" With a thought in his mind, Bi Zhongjue thought of this, and pulled out a seven-inch long dagger from the handle with a "swish", but precisely because of the gap between the knife and the knife, a silver streak of The light shined directly into the palm of his hand. Bi Zhongjue screamed "Ah" and the dagger fell off his hand...
"Wait!"
Elder Xuan Heng waved his right hand and finally stood up and said: "Two donors, if we continue to fight like this, we will only be hurt and angry. Why don't we each give in and call it a day?"
