Longevity

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The two of them were fighting head-to-head, and they were not convinced by each other, but the monk Zhiyuan and the other two old men were exquisite.

He used one enemy to two, just entangled them, and did not rush to make a ruthless attack.

Although the killing intent surged in his heart, it did not affect his sanity.

The complete separation of reason and emotion is the basic ability of Feitian Temple.

Feitian Temple is most concerned about planting lotus in the fire and turning poison into wisdom.

The two old men opposite him were also very happy, spending time leisurely, depending on the outcome of the reckless fight between Master Murong and Monk Huiling.

They concluded that in the end Murong Shi would win.

Monk Huiling's injuries were not serious, and his recovery was almost the same, but Master Murong was originally stronger than Monk Huiling, and even if he was injured now, he was still stronger than Monk Huiling.

The two of them couldn't fight a few moves, and the monk Huiling was about to be injured, and then the injury worsened, and finally he was defeated, or escaped or was killed.

Then the three of them will besiege this Zhiyuan together!

Monk Huiling's face flushed, and the golden light in both palms was getting darker and darker, from golden yellow to purple gold, already pushing the Donkey Kong palm to the extreme.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Muffled sound like thunder.

Lin Feiyang, who was not far away, shook his head, thinking that this old monk was too determined, why should he fight recklessly.

Master Murong was already injured. At this time, he should use his skill to consume his strength, not to fight recklessly.

Obviously can't fight people.

Sure enough, Monk Huiling's face slowly turned pale, and he was already injured.

Master Murong said coldly, "The defeated generals want to turn over and dream!"

"Old Murong, today is your day of death!"

"Hey!" Murong Master sneered: "It's just a matter of telling the truth, the Kongo Temple martial arts committee is really disappointing."

"Fart, stinky fart!" Monk Huiling was furious: "Your Chenghai Dao martial arts are even worse!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

When the two were talking, their palms kept hitting hard.

Monk Huiling's face became paler and paler, and so did Master Murong.

The Great Vajra Palm has just reached the sun, and it is impossible for Guiji Palm to completely disappear. The remaining part is combined with the remaining Feitian Divine Palm in the body, causing faint pain in the internal organs and aggravating the injury.

Master Murong looked at Monk Huiling's face, and assessed how many palms he could bear and how many palms he could hold.

He finally concluded that Monk Huiling would not be able to take another twenty palms, and if he could hold twenty palms, he was still confident of winning.

Lin Feiyang shook his head in the shadows.

That's it?

Is this the first-grade Grandmaster fight?

Too ugly, right?

It's totally different from what you imagined.

In his own imagination, the Grand Master's movement should be extremely fast and wonderful, his moves should be exquisite, and the scene should be gusty winds, flying sand and rocks, and ruthlessly ravaging everything around him.

This is the power of the great master!

But the reality was that the two old guys were bang bang bang bang bang bang, and there was neither flying sand nor rocks around, as if they were joking around.

In fact, the Gang Qi is condensed but not scattered, the palm is contained but not spit out, they are all gathered under the skin, and they are spit out when they are in contact with the other party, exerting the greatest power.

No matter how pure the Astral Qi, once it leaves the body and goes into the air, its power will also be weakened.

So it seems that they are like the situation where the masters of the realm of the realm who have not yet achieved the Astral Qi are fighting with each other.

This is the return to simplicity.

In the eyes of Fa Kong, their palms collided like a round of small suns, the rays of light were dazzling, and the splendor was amazing.

In Lin Feiyang's eyes, it was mediocre and extremely indifferent.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound was still dull, and the injuries of both of them were getting worse.

Monk Huiling narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Old Murong, you are going to die today, what are your last words?"

"A strategy for attacking the heart? Childish and ridiculous!" Murong Shi said coldly, "You are encouraging yourself, Huiling, you are tired of living, you have escaped your life before, but you dare to come back!"

"Old Murong, think about it, why do we dare to come back?" Monk Huiling smiled proudly: "There must be something to rely on, right?"

Murong Shi's heart moved, but his face was still disdainful: "Is it a spiritual pill? When did your Jingang Temple have a spiritual pill?"

"It's a magic pill!" Monk Huiling said proudly, "We have a magic pill to recover the injury immediately!"

In a flash, he came up with an idea.

"Ridiculous." Murong Shi snorted coldly.

There is no such kind of elixir in the world, which can immediately restore the injuries caused by the great master, and I have never heard of it.

"Don't believe it?" The monk Huiling waved his hand proudly: "Then how is our injury healed?"

He chuckled and said, "I'm going to take this elixir again, so prepare to die!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand to dig out his chest.

Master Murong's Guiji palm suddenly turned into a seal of Chenghai, his movements suddenly doubled, and his hands were lightly imprinted on his chest.

"Bang!" The monk Huiling slapped his chest without dodging.

The two of them bounced off each other and stumbled to the ground after spewing a **** arrow in the air, both of them were severely injured.

Master Murong already had a jade bottle in his hand, showing a faint smile.

He didn't take it, and kept an eye on it.

What if this monk Huiling deceived him, what if it was poison?

He smiled faintly and slowly took the jade bottle into his arms.

The monk Huiling only felt that the nectar was pouring in suddenly, quickly repairing the injured internal organs and eliminating the strange strength and spirit in the body.

This was his real admiration for the Rejuvenation Mantra.

The power of Buddhism is truly incredible to be able to dispel the divine will of a 1st rank master.

Lin Feiyang was amazed in the shadows.

I thought the old monk was stupid, but I didn't expect that he would cheat.

But he didn't say the Rejuvenation Mantra, but said it was a magic pill, just to lure Master Murong to grab his own magic pill, thus hurting Master Murong.

This is an injury-for-injury method.

Otherwise, the old monk would really not be able to hit Master Murong. This Master Murong's movement skills are wonderful and his moves are exquisite.

The monk Huiling said disdainfully, "You think I only have one bottle?"

He quickly took out another bottle from his sleeve and raised it proudly: "Old Murong, you are wasting your energy!"

Master Murong's face was gloomy, and in a flash, he suddenly appeared in front of the monk Huiling, and gave him another touch with his hands.

The monk Huiling did not dodge, and gave Murong Shi a slap.

"Pfft!" The two of them spurted out a **** arrow at the same time, staggering back five or six steps.

Lin Feiyang shook his head.

ugly!

Really ugly!

What kind of grand master competition is this? It's just a fight between children, there is no rules to speak of, there is no subtlety to speak of!

Are all great masters like this?

But looking at the butterfly-like monk Zhiyuan, he denied the idea again.

It can only be said that the old monk Huiling is too weak.

"Come again!" Monk Huiling wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "Come on, let's see who can hold it!"

His face was reddish and flushed, looking like a healthy complexion, but also like a blood rush caused by an injury.

Of course, they wouldn't think that he was recovering from his injury, that it was too bad to be injured, and that he couldn't hold it any longer.

Another jade bottle appeared in Master Murong's hand. It was the one that Monk Huiling had previously held, and he had unknowingly grabbed it.

Monk Huiling took out another one from his sleeve and said proudly, "Old Murong, which one do you think is true? Which one is fake?"

"Good! Good!" Master Murong gritted his teeth, his blood was surging, and he was so angry that he was about to explode.

He hated the vileness of the monk Huiling, his murderous intent boiled over, took a deep breath to suppress it, and said slowly, "It turns out that it's all fake!"

"Smart!" Monk Huiling smiled and said, "I lied to you, there is no such magic pill, so you are wasting your time."

Master Murong said coldly, "There must be a real bottle here, Huiling, but unfortunately you can't eat it!"

He pinched the jade bottle in his hand and turned it into powder, and then took out the jade bottle in his arms and pinched it again and turned it into powder again.

He spread out his palms, letting the powder rustled down, and looked at Monk Huiling with a faint smile.

"Hahahaha..." Monk Huiling laughed, and felt that it was really fun to play Murong Master around: "Mr. Murong, your injury is almost unbearable, and you can take my palm again!"

His Great Vajra palm was pushed to the extreme, and the palm body circulated purple gold brilliance.

Master Murong sneered, and Gui Jingzhang greeted him again.

Lin Feiyang shook his head.

After living for a long time, people really want to become demons. The old monk looks so stupid and can deceive people. He has to be careful about him in the future.

Murong Shi suddenly stopped for a while.

The immobilization spell can only hinder the first-rank master for a moment.

But this moment, at this critical moment, is enough to turn the situation around.

When the monk Huiling saw this, the Great Vajra palm slanted, rubbing Murong Master's right palm and hitting Murong Master's heart firmly.

"Pfft!" Murong Shi spewed **** arrows, his footsteps seemed to be stuck to the ground, he stood there and didn't move, unable to release the strength of this palm.

Just as he was about to move, he found that there was another vast force descending to restrain him, and he was suddenly furious and desperately mobilized his qi.

The qi in the whole body suddenly soared, propping up a ball of light.

But the action still couldn't help but stagnate for a while.

"Bang!" Monk Huiling's left palm hit his chest.

The protective qi had already skyrocketed, wiping away seventy-eighty-eight of his palm strength, leaving only three or two points to penetrate into Master Murong's heart.

"Boom!" Master Murong heard a light sound coming from his body, and then his body trembled, and his heart actually shattered.

The strength of the two palms combined, finally breaking his heart.

His eyes shot out a cold light, and all his strength was immediately mobilized, activating the secret technique.

Since he can't live anymore, he will take this monk to die together, and he will not be lonely in the underworld. There is someone in Zhiyuan who is bullying and playing!

"Hey, who wouldn't work hard?" Monk Huiling saw his aura soaring, and without showing weakness, he also activated the secret technique.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound was endless.

Monk Huiling received three palms in a row, but the power of the Rejuvenation Mantra poured in, quickly dissipating the strength of the palms and recovering from the injury.

The three monks Zhiyuan saw that Murong Shi's movements were slightly stagnant twice, and they thought it was an injury attack, but they didn't think that someone was attacking in the dark.

Seeing that Master Murong suddenly activated the secret technique of perishing together~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I felt inexplicable, but I didn't think too much about it.

Monk Huiling also motivated the secret technique, and it was not unexpected. With hard work against hard work, the great master's vitality is strong, and as long as he can't die, there is still a chance to recover slowly.

Master Murong was suddenly stagnant, and was slapped into the air by monk Huiling, and spewed out a **** arrow. The **** arrow was mixed with minced meat.

"Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground and died of breathlessness.

"impossible!"

"Murong!"

The two old men were unbelievable.

Everything happened too fast.

Master Murong died so inexplicably, and the winner turned out to be monk Huiling!

Monk Huiling took the opportunity to rush to the two old men: "Old bald donkey, it's time to work hard!"

Monk Zhiyuan activated the secret technique.