Chapter 55, Iron Hand Gossip, Sixty-four Palms

With one palm, the corners of Zhu Peng's mouth raised a cold smile. At this moment, Su Yu's spiritual sword is outside and can't be recalled at all. At this moment, she is just an ordinary monk with no strong fighting power, and was beaten by Zhu Peng with a wonderful time difference.

Su Yu's originally bright eyes suddenly turned cold, and her hands were condensing. She raised her elbow and stabbed her arm instantly into a sword, and stabbed several extremely fierce swords with a pair of slender jade hands. Throat, chest, human, eyes, swell, eyebrows, all want to kill the acupuncture point. Even if the person in practice is guarded by Zhenyuan, looking at the bright murderous intention of that move, as long as you click gently, you will die. People with slightly worse mental cultivation can't stand the pressure of such swordsmanship. Subconsciously choose to withdraw from the defense.

And that's what Su Yu wants. As long as you have a little time to support that little time difference, Su Yuling's sword flies back, and the chance of winning is equivalent to holding it in your own hand. So what if you are close to Zhu Peng? Everyone is the same real antibody. I take the spiritual sword. You use a pair of flesh palms to see who can fight against each other.

With a roll with one hand, the sleeve cloth air changed as hard as steel in an instant, and most of Su Yu's skills bounced off with a wave. Although the girl's arms were two points, both pointed to the expansion and swallowing of a sword, almost like a rainstorm. But Zhu Peng didn't look at it at all. She loved swords too much, so she didn't condense Taoism in her hands at all. The storm hit Zhu Peng's strong and deep Zhenyuan cover suddenly like rain hitting lotus flowers, which was ferocious and fierce, but Zhu Peng himself did no damage at all.

"Let you see the true meaning of iron hand gossip, gossip, sixty palms." Under the close opportunity, Zhu Peng suddenly put on a strange but strange boxing rack. His hands stretched up and down, and a long airflow was suddenly swallowed into his abdomen by Zhu Peng.

In a moment of trance, Su Yu seemed to see that the whole world had become dark, and a huge figure composed of gossip array suddenly appeared under her feet, showing vivid and mysterious colors and charm. Then, there was continuous pain and continuous strong slaps.

Zhu Peng suddenly turned into extreme movement in the extreme silence, and his whole body rushed to Su Yu, just like a pervert pounced on a beautiful woman. The iron hand gossip began with the first hexagram, and the crazy flow emerged. Two palms, four palms, eight palms, sixteen palms, and thirty-two palms were like torrents. The layers of terrible palms suddenly wrapped Su Yu's whole body and bound.

Iron hand gossip, the spirit of sixty-four palms is amazing, and the killing power is not terrible. At least Su Yu feels that her body protection Zhenyuan does not have too violent loss. Although her body movements are grasped by Zhu Peng's palm, Su Yu's conscious body protection Zhenyuan should not be a problem until Zhu Peng's palm is finished. Because no one can support such a delicate and terrible rush for a long time.

The lack of killing is only because the iron hand gossip is also a growth Taoist art like Leche. It requires enough deep power to exert enough powerful power. The killing effect in the early stage is really average. However, with Zhu Peng's continuous iron palm strikes, a stream of disturbance, mixed, closed thoughts and palms gradually entered Su Yu's body. Su Yu's face became more and more ugly. She slowly noticed that Zhenyuan in her body slowly closed with Zhu Peng's palm.

"Is this the real effect of iron hand gossip sixty-four palms? Seal the breath and lock Zhenyuan. Let's not talk about the killing effect. Just talking about this special effect, it's enough to be terrible. As long as ordinary monks are closed to Zhenyuan, won't it be slaughtered by others? He slowly realized Zhu Peng's real intention in his mind. At the same time, Su Yu's original spiritual sword, which had flown back, fell in mid-air and inserted obliquely into the earth because it lost the support of Su Yu Zhenyuan.

After a few breaths, with a dull slap, Su Yu's whole body was hit far away by Zhu Peng's last sixty-four palms. The whole person took a great force and even hit a huge tree. The whole person was knocked in, and there was even no possibility of unloading the huge force. Yes, Zhu Peng's terrible and stacked terrible palms are all vented on the girl's delicate and thin body. It's really the abuse of ghosts and beasts, which is unbearable to witness.

Although the iron hand gossip is limited to Zhu Peng's power and age and can't exert the real killing power, the killing effect of the sixty-four palms is enough, even if it is just an ordinary attack. Don't forget that Zhu Peng's method and body practice is not enough, and it can be improved with great physical strength.

It's just that although he has fought so fiercely, Zhu Peng is not satisfied. He waved his left hand and moved the remaining three puppets. The remaining three puppets came forward under the mastense and waved the girl in the defense with the weapons in his hand. At this moment, except for the spontaneous body protection Zhenyuan, Su Yu can't even mobilize half a silk Zhenyuan. Up, except for his own swordsmanship and martial arts, the condensed Taoist effect is useless.

Zhu Tiekai once said that the iron hand gossip of the integration of magic and martial arts has been cultivated to a very high level, and the sixty-four palms of the eight trigrams are not even weaker than the great magic skill condensed by the ordinary nine-layer monks. The effect of closing the air machine and locking Zhenyuan is not false. At this time, Su Yukong has an overflowing Zhenyuan but can't be mobilized. Instead, he is constantly beaten by a group of puppets who were not seen in the past. Looking at that posture, the barely supported will and physique may completely collapse anytime and anywhere. The fact of Su Yu's defeat is even close. In front of you.

"How can it be, how can it be? I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled. Why is he so strong and why am I so weak? I have obviously worked very hard, and my swordsmanship has already reached the limit of my current cultivation. I have already applied the perfect grinding of swordsmanship, tips, escape methods, and the cohesion operation of Zhenyuan to the extreme, but why do I lose? Why do I still have such a gap with others when I work so hard?

"I'm not willing! I have been practicing hard for years since I can remember. Other people are chatting and talking with friends. When I am happy, leisurely, and when I sleep comfortably, I am constantly practicing, and even gradually forgetting the taste of fragrant sleep because of meditation and refining gas. I am not reconciled!"

Looking at Su Yu, who was surrounded by a group of puppet machine soldiers and constantly grinding the body protection Zhenyuan, Zhu Peng's hanging heart gradually fell down. It was really lucky to win this game. Before the sixty-four palms were played, even Zhu Peng himself did not know whether he could completely play the sixty-four palms of iron hand gossip. You know, Even if it is only one palm, the effect of this gas locking element will not appear. Fortunately, I was very lucky to succeed.

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