I, Wudang’s Shepherd, Signed In For 50 Years

Even though he was running wild on the land, there was a black line in the place he passed by behind him.

But even if he has such a speed, this person is still jealous at this moment.

At the moment he stopped, he flashed behind the trees aside.

Then half of his head was exposed cautiously, and he looked towards the back.

"hu~ "

Ge Ranjian, a whistling wind whistling sounded behind him.

Soon, a black silhouette floating like a ghost appeared here.

His voice is not high, but it resounds in the man’s ears like a curse.

Right now, this guy slapped a punch madly.

The terrifying power instantly turned into a roaring fist and rushed towards that person.

However, facing this kind of attack.

The ghostly man was just sneaked, his right hand slowly stretched out, and he squeezed the opponent's fist.

With a slight pressure on the fingers, a creaking skeleton sound resounded through the jungle.

The man let out a scream, and the expression on his face instantly distorted.

Right now, he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly.

However, the person floating in the air has no mercy for this, and his palms are getting harder.

It seems that I want to break this man's wrist for life!

Watching the change in the other person's expression, the ghost man's voice echoed coldly in this area.

"Yanjiumen, you don't have to pretend to be stupid, don't think that you can avoid this by disguising yourself."

"I know your identity very well."

Hearing this, the person who was still kneeling on the ground and trembling before suddenly came to a halt.

Immediately, his wrist still maintained the same posture as before, and he slowly stood upright.

Finally, with a slight movement, he shakes the opponent's palm apart.

At this moment, Yan Jiumen roared, and Inner Strength surged out.

With the help of the mysterious cultivation technique, his skeleton deformed.

Then from the ribs, two arms suddenly appeared.

The Inner Strength of the cold, condensed in the palm.

Yan Jiumen made a brazen move and shot a terrifying attack forward.

"puff!"

As if ice and snow encountered a red soldering iron, a babble sounded.

After that, a wave of fluctuations suddenly spewed from the surface of the space, and it attacked the ghost man with great speed.

The person seemed to have expected this.

His body suddenly withdrew half a step, successfully evading that special dark energy.

Then, his right palm suddenly pressed down, facing the other palm hit by the opponent at this time.

A windblade sphere hidden in the palm of his hand, which has been compressed to the extreme, burst out in an instant.

In an instant, the wind blade broke out.

The swelling wind blade and the cold Inner Strength turned into one after another arc ice hockey, crashing on the trunk and the ground in the vicinity.

The sound of crack is endless.

There are a lot of holes on the ground.

At this moment, the two of them stepped back together, and the breath in the body suddenly became disordered.

Both are Absolute Peak realm mid-level, the two clash in such a small area.

The danger in it is naturally far better than a massive attack floating in the sky.

In today's situation, as long as you hesitate for a while and make mistakes, you will be put into danger!

There was a move facing each other, and both of them were in chaos.

But no matter who it is, the killing intents generated by the whole body at this moment are not fake, they are full of substantive fierceness.

Suddenly, the two exploded at the same time.

Fists and feet fists, swords and swords stab.

At this brief moment, they even fought a close battle together.

"ding ding dong dong !"

A burst of golden and iron humming sounded, and the two confronted each other in an instant.

Then, he made a sudden bang and quickly withdrew.

The man wearing a black robe, like a ghost, holds a dagger that is no more than a foot long in his hand.

At this moment, his wrist is shaking slightly.

Blood has shed from his tiger's mouth, which was obviously shattered by him in the previous fierce battle.

And the guy called Yan Jiumen is not in good shape at the moment.

Today, although his palm is not injured, his face pales.

There was a faint pain between his chest and abdomen,

At the moment of the fight, every attack came out with all strength.

Each hit is an attack on the opponent's cul-de-sac.

The two of them actually have the same tacit understanding, they both use offense instead of defense, and they have played with each other for life!

But those who are good at attacking may not be good at defending.

Both of them are walking along the line of offensive and defensive, and the defense they made naturally fell on the way to fight hard with each other.

Although this method is stupid, it is extremely effective.

Because of this, the two talents were only slightly injured when they were fighting Early-Stage.

Even, no one can earn a bargain.

However, at this moment, a strange smile appeared on Yan Jiumen's face.

Both of his hands did not move, and the pair of arms that grew between the ribs shook slightly at the same time.

Even this guy put away the other four fingers.

Only one finger was left, shaking constantly, provoking the opponent.

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"peng~ peng~!"

Two dull voices sounded, the two of them staggered, and then Hit a few palms at a time.

The aftermath of the fight disperses, transforming into air currents with the momentum of cleansing, igniting countless leaves.

When the fallen leaves fell, Yan Jiumen's figure revolved, and his left palm was pushed out again.

Suddenly, the surging Inner Strength turned into a wave, rolling forward.

Part of it is a targeted impact on the opponent's right leg.

Affected by it, the ghost man sneaked up and held his five fingers together.

But the man with two more arms due to the special cultivation technique has a smirk on his face.

At this moment, he let out a low growl, and his two black hands suddenly rushed to the ground.

"Asura seal!"

Amidst the roar, the two black arms fell suddenly, hitting the ground, and deeply imprinted two deep pits.

But the ghost man didn't even take a look.

On the contrary, he looked up at the sky, with a little surprise on his face.

in an instant, it is like two black hands magnified several times falling from the sky.

Its surface is pitch black and deep, like a ghost.

Just a glimpse, people can't help but think of Nether Nether Purgatory.

From this point of view, this Asura palm print is not just in name only, but also in reality.

Its breath looks mammoth, on the surface it just pretends to be profound.

But inside, there are countless cold sneakers.

Every thread of aura is like a ghostly projection, extremely cold!

When the palm wind falls, the air seems to be still in this brief moment.

With just one blow, the trees that were close to one hundred meters around the two of them collapsed in an instant.

The billowing air wave washes outward, constantly exploding to the outside world.

Even in a dilemma, the ghost man has not shown any timidity.

But at this moment he was going to use his hole cards to fight the other party either the fish dies or the net splits.

The expressions of the two of them changed in unison, and they looked towards the east at the same time.

As if to prove their premonition, a light and shadow mixed with white mist and hazy suddenly burst out of the forest in the distance.

It is like Nether Soul, extremely flexible.

Shuttle up and down between the trees, and within a few moments, they are not far away.

Seeing this thing, the two fierce fighting people were overjoyed.

His moves are becoming very ruthless.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the two shook off at the same time, leaving behind the hatred with their opponents, and rushing towards the nether shadow.

Yan Jiumen took a step faster and approached the ghostly ghost first.

He hurried his palm out and grabbed the thing.

Seeing that the other party is about to succeed, the ghost man is coldly snorted.

His body shook, and several black shadows emerged from under his robe.

These things have the body shape of an earthworm, connected with the body of the ghost man, and are extremely flexible.

In just an instant, they approached Yan Jiumen's side, entangled his legs and arms.

The soul seems to be aware of the danger.

It body moved, quickly avoiding it upwards, and then away.

Taking advantage of Yan Jiumen's entanglement, the ghost man rushed into shape.

The whirlwinds surround him, holding his body lightly, making him faster.

But just as the Nether Soul was about to approach, a palm suddenly fell from above.

Take a step ahead of him and approach the Nether Soul.

This palm is clean and white, and looks extremely slender. It should come from a woman...

The thoughts in his mind flashed away.

When the ghost man was about to look up towards this person, the palm of his hand made the first move.

I saw the white and tender palm suddenly fell, and slammed on the back of his hand.