He Yunmiao screamed from behind and asked Liu Zhixian to stop. However, the sword in Liu Zhxian's hand had already reached Monk Huiqing, so how could he stop?
The long sword pointed directly at Monk Huiqing's heart and came through the air.
At this moment, Monk Huiqing's single palm that was originally changing the formula suddenly stopped, and then pushed forward.
Monk Huiqing's palm collided with Liu Zhixian's long sword, and the sword tip pierced the palm of his hand.
"Boom——!" A huge sound rang out from between the two of them, like an ancient bell in an ancient temple in the mountains that had been silent for thousands of years being struck hard with a giant hammer weighing ten thousand kilograms.
The sound of "boom" resounded throughout the sky and filled the entire space in an instant.
Then, a huge wave of air rose from Monk Huiqing's body, turning into white mist mixed with sand on the ground and rushing forward.
Liu Zhixian was pressing his sword against Monk Huiqing's palm, but when the white mist appeared, the long sword in his hand broke into eight or nine pieces with a "bang" and was pushed to his body.
Liu Zhixian screamed and fell to the ground.
The power of the white mist remained undiminished, sweeping towards He Yunmiao and the others like an overwhelming force.
Now that He Yunmiao recognized the martial arts used by Monk Huiqing, seeing the white mist, his face showed an unprecedented seriousness.
She suddenly took a step forward, tightened her lower body, and gathered energy from her Dantian with both hands. Her energy and blood boiled, and her internal energy surged.
White mist rushed towards my face and was already in front of me.
He Yunmiao struck his palms in front of him, releasing his inner strength, and a huge wave of air blocked his body, protecting him and the people behind him.
The white mist fell on He Yunmiao, and there was a loud explosion.
He Yunmiao only felt that the power contained in the mist was astonishingly great. He struggled to support himself, but the internal strength in his body could no longer support it.
With a "Pfft" sound, He Yunmiao spurted a mouthful of blood, his expression darkened, and he rolled back to the ground.
The Ye girl and others behind her were even more miserable. They were shaken by the terrifying force in the white mist and flew backwards. They all spurted out large mouthfuls of blood and screamed continuously. Many people had died. breath.
Deng Fang looked at the miserable situation of He Yunmiao and others, his lips trembled and he muttered to himself.
"This...this is the Shaolin Temple...the Powerful Vajra Palm?"
Then, Deng Fang turned to look at Monk Huiqing, but at this sight, Deng Fang's tears fell unconsciously.
It turned out that at this moment, Monk Huiqing had his hands clasped together, his head lowered to the ground, and there was no life left in his body, and he had already returned to the west.
Deng Fang didn't cry or yell. She just ran to Monk Huiqing and straightened his cassock with her hands.
Suddenly, Deng Fang discovered that there was a smile on Monk Huiqing's downcast face.
Seeing this smile, Deng Fang also laughed.
Deng Fang knew that the old monk left with peace of mind, and perhaps that was enough for him.
He Yunmiao rolled to the ground and got up from the ground in disgrace.
She looked at the miserable situation of Miss Ye and others behind her, and was very angry, and her teeth were gritted.
Then, she leaned forward and was about to call out Liu Zhixian's name, but found Liu Zhixian lying on the ground, motionless.
On Liu Zhixian's face, neck, arms, thighs, chest and abdomen, there were fragments of the sword blade broken off by Monk Huiqing's palm.
And in his hand, he still held the hilt of the sword that had no edge. His eyes were full of disbelief, and there was no breathing in his mouth and nose.
Perhaps, at the moment before Liu Zhixian died, he couldn't figure out why a dying person could still use such powerful martial arts.
However, everything has passed and everything will calm down.
He Yunmiao walked slowly to Monk Huiqing, first glanced at Deng Fang who was sitting on the ground next to him, and then looked at Monk Huiqing.
"Huiqing, I really belong to you. I didn't expect you to actually hide something. It seems that your martial arts has really improved a lot over the years."
Then, He Yunmiao changed his subject, and there was a bit of sadness in his tone: "With the power of this palm alone, I am not as good as you."
Deng Fang looked up at He Yunmiao with a calm expression.
He Yunmiao looked down at Deng Fang from a high position, his eyes as cold as a cold cave.
Miss Ye and other people who were not seriously injured also walked behind He Yunmiao and looked at Deng Fang, their eyes full of resentment and hatred.
Miss Ye stepped forward, waved her hand and gave Deng Fang a slap in the face, which made Deng Fang duck aside and almost fall down.
"You little bastard, are you going to keep running?"
Deng Fang put his hands on the ground to support his body. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his white teeth were stained red by blood, but he said nothing.
He Yunmiao frowned, looked at Deng Fang and said to everyone: "Okay, take him with you and find a place to rest for a while."
Then, He Yunmiao turned around, and Miss Ye reached out and grabbed Deng Fang by the collar. She dragged Deng Fang, followed by everyone, followed He Yunmiao, and left the place.
Deng Fang was dragged by Miss Ye, but his eyes were always on Monk Huiqing until he could no longer see Monk Huiqing...
In the forest, Deng Fang stared blankly at the sky and suddenly laughed.
After going around in circles, he still fell into the hands of Miss Ye. Maybe, this is his fate.
After walking for about half an hour, everyone came to a river beach. He Yunmiao signaled everyone to take a rest, and everyone stopped.
Miss Ye was originally injured, so she found a big stone and threw Deng Fang aside with her hand. She sat on the big stone, sat cross-legged, breathed in and out, and used Qigong to heal her injuries.
Deng Fang sat on the ground, pulling the sand on the river beach with his hands, and did not run away, because he knew that running away would be useless.
He Yunmiao walked up to Deng Fang and asked coldly: "Can you still speak?"
Deng Fang didn't seem to hear her words. He didn't say a word and just kept his head down and paddling in the sand.
He Yunmiao frowned and said in a slightly louder voice, "Are you pretending to be dumb with me?"
Deng Fang raised his head and looked at He Yunmiao, then lowered his head again.
He Yunmiao was so angry that he laughed: "Humph, boy, tell me honestly how Li Yuanfeng taught you the Bei Tian Sword Art, and I will protect your life."
"I don't know what the Bei Tian Sword Jue is."
"Are you confused with me?"
After saying that, He Yunmiao reached out and grabbed Deng Fang's arm. With a backhand twist, Deng Fang was pulled away, but his arm was still in He Yunmiao's hand.
He Yunmiao exerted force on his hand, and Deng Fang felt as if his arm was about to be broken. He screamed in pain.
Hearing Deng Fang's cry, those who were recovering from their injuries burst out laughing, seemingly very happy.
But no matter how painful it was, Deng Fang still said the same words: "I don't know the Bei Tian Sword Technique, and you can't even ask!"
He Yunmiao looked at Deng Fang and laughed: "Haha, I didn't expect you to be a tough guy. Let's see how long you can last."
As he said that, He Yunmiao looked at Deng Fang's arm in his hand, laughed ferociously, and then used his other hand to break off one of Deng Fang's fingers.
