Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

As soon as Bai Ziyang's protective body was filled with strong energy, he blocked the long stick that attacked him. His energy exploded, and dozens of people were sent flying, and the force of the stick continued endlessly.Afterwards, the group of shadows came again, and Bai Ziyang stepped out of "following the shape like a shadow", his body was like an illusion, and he stepped into the crowd to get close to him. In the palm of Feng Fist and Cloud, human lives began to be harvested unstoppably.

But when the boundary of the stick formation came out, it was very difficult for Qu Feiyan to dodge.

After noticing it, Bai Ziyang activated the 'Locking the Vein and Searching for the Soul' profound art, the crystal feather bone fan flew out, spun around Qu Feiyan's body, and immediately five heads flew up.

But in the blink of an eye, before the stick monks around Qu Feiyan had time to react, the crystal feather bone fan turned back and flew back again, and dozens of heads fell to the ground, and the monks who wanted to resist with sticks were also cut off. The stick was broken in two.

Bai Zi Yang's fists and palms intersected, using wind fist and cloud palm to the extreme, wherever the figure went, the frost pierced through the body, and the inner mansion burst.

At this moment, all the monks waited and recited the Buddha's name, and the strong wind blew away the place, the monk's clothes fluttered, the sticks rose again, and the shadows surrounded them again.Inside the formation circle, it was as if suddenly plunged into a huge and extremely fast whirlpool, involuntarily spinning and sinking.

Bai Ziyang waved his hand and sucked Zuo Lengchan's broad sword, the sword body followed the trend, and the tip of the sword touched the ground.

Keng!

Just listening, there was a sound of sword cry, penetrating into the ears, astonishing soul, the broad sword was full of white light, dazzling like lightning and thunder, and then everyone blurred their eyes, only felt that Bai Ziyang was standing under the scorching sun, dazzling , the piercing crowd couldn't help squinting.

The momentum of a sword strike is brilliant and swift, and the sharpness of the sword is so terrifying that it cannot be resisted!A ray of sword light flew obliquely, like a frightening light striking electricity, like a long rainbow passing through the sky.

In the formation, the sword light flourished,

Where the sword light flashed, the stick monk either split in half, or cut in half horizontally.Remnants of limbs flew around, the light disappeared, all the monks who besieged Bai Ziyang died, and none of their bodies were intact!

At this moment, the people outside the formation are already terrified, and they don't even know that the weapon fell to the ground.

One of the monks' eyes were red, obviously he had a mental problem, regardless of the surrounding situation, he rushed towards Bai Ziyang.

Bai Ziyang gave him an indifferent look.Throwing the broad sword, the sword is dead, and Juli plunges into the stone wall with the body!

Fang Zheng shot out suddenly, followed by two old monks from the Bodhidharma Academy, and slapped a palm lightly, halfway through, shaking slightly, one palm became two palms, two palms became four palms, and four palms became eight palms.

Bai Ziyang said: "¨" Old monk, is this trick again? "

It only takes a moment for him to change eight palms into sixteen palms, and then turn them into thirty-two palms. Immediately, he slaps out one palm, and the palm technique changes unpredictablely. Several directions.

But Bai Ziyang didn't care about these things. With invincible energy, he turned into a giant cloud of mist. In the cloud, he couldn't figure out the edge, and directly faced him.

"Bang!" Fang Zheng flew back, he was really shocked, Bai Ziyang's inner strength was beyond his imagination, even more fierce than the previous palm, obviously he just kept his hand back.

Before he had time to think about it, he ran the Yi Jin Jing quickly, but (Hao Hao Zhao) turned his inner strength on his feet.

When flying down, he stepped on the ground repeatedly, and the stones and bricks flew horizontally where he stepped, and he stepped back for more than ten steps before he let go of Bai Ziyang's strong inner strength.

There was a tightness in the chest, and a fishy sweetness poured into the mouth, and blood dripped from the corner of the mouth onto the cassock.

After Bai Ziyang slapped Fei Fangzheng with his palm, his figure flashed like a black shadow approaching him.The two heads of the Bodhidharma Academy who followed him hurriedly made a move, but Bai Ziyang's movement was too fast, before the two could make the move, there was a huge pain in their chest, and Bai Ziyang's two palms along his body smashed their dantians away .

Seeing this, Chongxu had no choice but to fly into the formation, raising his sword forward.The Wudang Ladder stepped on the clouds in the air.

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At this time, Dao Chongxu's long sword had already attacked, Baizi raised his head without looking back, and shouted: "Break!" With a backhand, he struck straight at the center of the most blazing circle of light.

There is no perfect swordsmanship in the world, and there are always flaws to follow in any move, even this Tai Chi Sword is no exception.

However, Daoist Chongxu's Tai Chi sword has reached the state of perfection, and the center of the light circle is the most dangerous place.However, he has mastered the divine sword, and he has practiced it so well that he can hide his flaws in it, which is really ingenious.

clang!

The swords struck each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

Bai Ziyang swung his hand again, he didn't wait to withdraw his sword, he only heard a few clicks, the long sword in his hand was broken by the folding fan, and it became seventeen or eighteen knots about an inch long.

The stick monk went up again, the cloud palm sucked in, the fragments of the broken sword rose from the void, the wind fist blasted out with the force of thunder, the fragments of the broken sword sank into the crowd, and the group of sticks fell to the ground dead.

Daoist Chongxu yelled "Huh".Surprised and ashamed on his face, he dropped the hilt of his sword and took two steps back, sighing: "Pindao has lost this battle, thank you Master Bai for being merciful and not taking his life. I have studied swordsmanship for dozens of years, but I never expected that Bai Jushi's swordsmanship is so high. He has already mastered the gods, and he has been studying for decades. Putting it in front of Bai Layman, it is worthless, ashamed, ashamed... Wangbai 490, Layman, don’t commit crimes, too many people have already died.”

Now there are only about [-] people left in the formation, one hundred and eight Shaolin arhats have broken through the formation, and in the blink of an eye, Bai Ziyang injured Master Fangzheng again, abolishing the two chief seats of the Bodhidharma Academy.

Only Daoist Chongxu was not injured.

The heroes are silent like cicadas!

Bai Ziyang came to Qu Feiyan's side and said, "Girl, are you injured?"

Qu Feiyan adjusted her shortness of breath and stabilized her inner strength before replying: "Master, Feifei is fine, but Feifei is too useless to help at all."

"Practice well when you can't help me, don't be lazy." As he said, Bai Ziyang checked Qu Feiyan's pulse, and found that the girl had been hit with a few sticks, but she was not seriously injured.

Qu Feiyan stuck out her tongue mischievously, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the girl was fine, Bai Ziyang said, "Girl, follow me into the temple!" After speaking, he turned and walked towards the inner gate, ignoring Fang Zheng who was meditating to heal his wounds.

It was silent, the atmosphere was extremely depressing and paradoxical, and the second-generation disciples of the Songshan School tried their best to keep their heads down. Every step Bai Ziyang took was like a hammer hitting his chest.

Wherever he passed, the heroes hurriedly retreated!No one can stop it!Everyone is afraid, really everyone is afraid of this monster.

Daoist Chongxu looked at Master Fangzheng, who was healing his wounds with exercises, with a bitter smile on his face.

When he left, the disciples of Wuyue Sword Sect collapsed.

After a while, Daoist Chongxu saw Master Fangzheng vomit blood, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Master Fangzheng, what do you think of Bai Ziyang's martial arts?"

Master Fang Zheng shook his head.Said: "This son's martial arts are already supernatural, very comparable to others. I don't know how strong his real strength is. It only takes one night to kill Songshan. Maybe it will be the same to destroy Shaolin."