Chapter 5 Flower Finger
Blood! Blood! Blood!
The scene suddenly silenced, and the almost master-level Yin Xianhe actually splashed blood on the spot. Such martial arts, such a scheming, such a realm, and such a body method make people shudder. However, Xu Ziling is Xu Ziling, and everything in the outside world is like the moon in the well. Although there are waves, there is no harm to the root.
Just when Funanda tried to kill Yin Xianhe, Xu Ziling attacked left and right, and did not die. A Zhenyuan hit the disshi Gongzi, so that the demon monk's poisonous hand did not do his best. At the same time, Xu Ziling did not care whether Yin Xianhe was alive or dead. He had already taken action and wanted to kill him unexpectedly. Otherwise, when he slowed down, it would be His end.
"Peng!" The demon monk tried his best to kill. Unexpectedly, Xu Ziling would have borrowed the imperial method. While rescuing Yin Xianhe, Zhenyuan actually attacked, so he had to make a temporary move and hurriedly meet the enemy. This time, it can be said that he had no intention. In addition, the state of the two is opposite, and the result can be imagined. The demon monk was immediately shaken away and vomited blood.
Xu Ziling knew that he had to kill such demons. What's more, taking advantage of the moment when the old and new spirits were not smooth in mid-air at this time, how could such a good opportunity be let go?
"Fighting Buddha!" Xu Ziling shouted loudly and knotted the magic seal in his hand. At this moment, he turned into an angry King Kong from Lingshan Mountain. He was solemn and evil. His body seemed to be slow and fast, and he directly attacked the key point.
Between this electric flint, the demon monk's decades of combat experience outside the pass once again became powerful. During the moment when Xu Ziling made a quick shot, the whole person contracted and collapsed in mid-air. His knees bent against his chest and put his hands on his knees, but his head was stuffed between his knees and turned into a human ball, but it rotated rapidly and flickered uncertainly. With such defensive moves and such a spherical and strange body, with Xu Ziling's wisdom, he still lost a little inch, and I don't know where to choose to attack. At this time, I was a little distracted. If Yun didn't shoot arrows, could he shoot this demon?
Just in the slightest hesitation of Xu Ziling, Fu Nanda suddenly appeared above it, and then his limbs expanded, his feet and hands were instantly put together, and the ball went straight, carrying the power of landing and his own power. He went straight over Xu Ziling's face and kicked away, and there was no pity for Xu Ziling's handsome face.
Xu Ziling secretly shouted bad and lost the best opportunity to kill the demon monk. If Yun Shao did it again, this person would definitely bow down and give orders. At this point, Xu Ziling could only change his move in a hurry, "Falt Buddha!" Drink it all together, tie the seal inside and outside, put your palms together against the feet of Vunanda, and make a hard resistance. As long as you can touch the other party's feet, you will fight with it at that time, so that you don't have time to heal your wounds, and then you can find a gap to break the enemy. In this way, it is also a fluke. If only a congenital master attacks remotely at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable.
At this time, the demon monk obviously recognized Xu Ziling's routine and only heard his cold hum. His whole body immediately paused in the air, turned into a knee-to-legged sitting in the air, grasping up with both hands, and then sitting and fighting. Then he slowly fell to the gate of the hall in front of Xu Ziling, as if he was already there. So that there is no strange feeling in life, let alone the confusion of flaws.
Funanda did not wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and continued to say, "I take anger as the hostage, life as the body, light as the body, emptiness as the nature, Sanskrit as the origin, all over everything, its small parts are like rice, the big part is bigger than the sky, the heart is empty, and the heart is big. But in terms of nature, it is no different, all because of Brahma. The realm of the benefactor's Buddha seal is high, and I am also sighing that I am not as good as myself, but it is always a little worse in the realm. If I can return to Sanskrit and see the true self before death, it will be the greatest blessing of the benefactor.
Since Xu Ziling's debut, he has finally met a deadly opponent.
With his current state, he tried his best, but he still couldn't help it. Suddenly, his blood was soaring and it was difficult to control himself. He almost failed in the realm of the moon in the well, and his mood collapsed. Fortunately, he is the most powerful in the center of several brothers. In the middle of the words of the demon monk, he seems to have caught something, but there seems to be nothing. This feeling of nothingness makes him calm down. The divine consciousness spreads away, the heaven and earth changes, and everything around the whole body seems to have become life. Communication.
Xu Ziling immediately increased his confidence, and his eyes shot an unwavering look. He sneered and said, "Hum! It turned out that you haven't reached the level of Fan I II, and you actually put San I in your mouth. It seems that it's just a self-comfort.
At this time, Xu Ziling's mind entered the realm of the middle moon in the well, and he felt the pressure from the three veins and seven wheels of the Fu Nanda meridian through his lower abdomen. This was a strange feeling that had never existed before, because he could find out the source and direction of the enemy's true qi in the dark, which could be said to be a friend and know his enemy.
The work has begun, and the breath has arrived. The magic monk's breath is strong. With the help of the spirit of heaven and earth, Zhenyuan forms a breath-like storm-like air mask.
But Xu Ziling had already known that the door of the storm air shield was between the lower abdomen of the demon monk. Unexpectedly, he immediately roared, knotted the magic seal, and the lightning attacked Funanda. The fingerprints produce subtle and mysterious changes at a short distance of two feet, completely covering Funanda. Fonanda's eyes lit up and his sleeves greeted him.
The masters compete with each other, especially the masters at the level of Xu Ziling and Funanda. They pay attention to the confrontation between sympathies and momentum. They lock the other party with their wholehearted strength, strive for the initiative, seize the upper hand, and decide to become a king or lose the bandit.
"Puffy! Peng! Peng! ..." Between the lightning, the two sides changed their moves extremely fast, and the fists and palms were handed over, which was completely a tough way to fight. In the past, at the beginning of the war, it was the first time to deceive the enemy and fight.
This is also the only way, because it is difficult for both sides to find each other's flaws. Even if they do, they will make up for them immediately.
Funanda is one of the best martial arts masters in Tianzhu. He is proficient in the yoga spirit of Sanskrit II. Fortunately, Xu Ziling realized that the biggest cover door of Tianzhu's martial arts is between the lower abdomen, and the lower abdomen of the demon monk is the target between hard fights, so that he loses it repeatedly and gradually falls into the wind.
After a burst of test, Funanda stood firmly in the backyard square of the outer hotel. All his movements were restrained, and he was nailed to the ground like a nail, but his body kept swinging, like a forward servant, and if he wanted to fall back, it was extremely strange. Xu Ziling saw such a trick for the first time, and there was a strange feeling in his heart. At this moment, he could not feel the breath of the demon monk at all. He shouted in his heart and felt that it was really combined with his so-called Brahma. If he attacked him again, he would challenge the whole unfathomable Brahma.
Funanda really stood up, with one palm straight up his chest and made a gesture of questioning, and said loudly, "I am Fan, you are him; you are Fan, I am him. Fan is me, I am him, and he is Fan. Like a spider spitting silk, like a small spark jumping out of the fire, like a shadow coming out of me. If you two can understand this meaning, you should know what it means to be like a Sanskrit.
"The master is single-minded in pursuing Brahma and self, and he can't help it. He has been conceiving. Obviously, it is against the way of heaven. He is greedy and crazy. You have all three precepts. Such a person can break through the mysteries of heaven and earth, but he doesn't know that he has already been the way from the south and will not return." Xu Ziling said calmly.
"Those who disobey Brahma will die!" In an instant, the magic light of Funanda's eyes was great, and his body was erratic. He crossed the space and soared into the air, like a demon god, bending towards Xu Ziling's throat. Xu Ziling's heart was as flat as a mirror. Although Fu Nanda's hands turned into virtual and indiffable claws, they covered him overwhelmingly, but he could clearly grasp the real killing of the enemy. What reassured him most was that Fu Nanda could no longer maintain the spiritual state of Brahma because he saw through his heart, so that he had no opportunity to take advantage of it.
"Bum!" The two passed by halfway in the lobby. The treasure bottle was angry and exploded, smashing the claws all over the sky. Killing atmosphere. Xu Ziling's fingerprints were against his claws, and his calculation was not bad at all. With the impregnable claws that sealed the weight of Fu Nian Tuo, he punched his right paw, and the highly concentrated treasure bottle suddenly burst out, so that there were countless continuous eliminations and beatings in Fu Nang Tuo, and there was no way to use it. He was clumsy by Xu Ziling and was scattered by centralized control, and could not occupy half of it. It's cheap.
Even so, the true qi attacked by Funanda does have the characteristics of evil and weirdness. The cold is not cold, and the heat is not hot. It seems to be pushed, there is no gap, and the loss is extremely bad. If it hadn't been for the first two pictures of the longevity formula, he might have been affected by this strange truth today.
The two fell to each other in the distance. Xu Ziling turned around like a whirlwind and smiled indifferently. His right hand was negative, his left hand half clenched his fist and pressed his thumb slightly. One finger to the head of Zen. Fu Nanda touched the ground at the same time, put his hands together, and stared at Xu Ziling's thumb for a moment, showing a solemn look for the first time. What surprised him was not Xu Ziling's finger Zen, but Xu Ziling's spiritual realm. At this moment, he panicked, because he could no longer feel Xu Ziling's state. Since the success of Fan Gong, it was the first time he met such an opponent, which made him not confident that he could defeat the opponent, and what depressed him most was that his injury gradually spread at this time.
Xu Ziling gave birth to an induction. He knew that when he could no longer find any flaws in himself, he would be forced to take the risk and fight with all his strength. Therefore, he was even more clear and ready to take this opportunity to hit the terrible enemy in front of him. Funanda's mouth roared, and his whole body moved his robes. Then his feet left the ground, and his feet did not touch the ground like a ghost. He moved to Xu Ziling. His hands became fists and bombarded Xu Ziling. In Xu Ziling's eyes, this punch instantly turned into a punch that filled the world. It came from nothing and went nowhere, and then changed. This punch was obviously the strength of Funanda's life. The essence of the realm and integration.
Soaring. The master's decisive battle, the victory or defeat is only between one thought.
"The former Buddha!" A strange smile flashed on Xu Ziling's handsome face, like a Buddha's Jiaye smiled and pressed out with one finger. Punch and finger. The former (Zen) is the bright Buddha realm, that is, the superhuman realm. My heart is Zen, and all the underworld are combined, which is the fundamental figure of the handprint - the treasure bottle seal.
Xu Ziling has words to break through the realm of Fu Nanda, and has figured out all the subtle changes of Funanda's punch. Because one-finger Zen is the most concentrated treasure bottle fingerprint among the nine Buddha seals, it is dedicated to breaking the internal family spirit. In addition, Xu Ziling has already combined it with the immortal seal and the immortal formula, which is not powerful. But on the same day, it can be said that it is the strongest killing move among the nine Buddha seals. Even the masters of the master's realm must exert all their strength to resist hard. What's more, this demon monk only has the peak realm of the master at most. At the moment of handover, Xu Ziling immediately unloaded about 40% of the other party's true strength, 60% of his own ten pairs of places, and with a point of breaking the face, the victory or defeat is self-evident.
Hearing only a muffled hum, Xu Ziling threw back the kite with a broken fist. The old wound burst, and the blood in his mouth sprayed wildly. The impact made him fall back into the hotel. When Xu Ziling quickly flashed into the house, the figure of Funanda had already disappeared.