Chapter 34; Fury from dark chocolate lollipops

Insoring the power of everything into a Sunday!

Water palm, the water demon Sima's hatred represents one of the unique learning.

As a closed disciple of the sword demon Li Wuyan, he naturally knows the kindness and hatred of the previous generation, and the first rule of entering the Wuji Pavilion is "destroying thousands of waters without life!"

In the arcade room, Peng Feiyue did not dare to underestimate Junmo. His legs were slightly opened, and his palms were pushed away with a semicircle flat. The waves were trembling and happy. It was the water palm that Han Bai taught him.

With the power of the founder of Sima Qingqiu, such unique skills as Huashui Palm can reach the highest level of thirty-three heavens. With one palm, ten thousand waters are attached. Under the surging pressure of the power of the three rivers and four lakes, no one dares to resist its sharpness. Han Bai, the second inheritor of this super powerful ancient martial arts skill, although he does not have the strength of Sima Qingqiu, can barely play 28 days, and the semi-sacred strong man will die on the spot. As for Peng Feiyue, this son's understanding is not ordinary. He has an inexplicable enthusiastic pursuit of ancient martial arts skills. For 365 days, he has been practicing hard. This move barely beats three weeks of strength, which is naturally not worth mentioning in the eyes of Han Bai and other people, but in the face of ordinary ancient martial artists, second kill is not enough to have any situation!

Three weeks into a water palm, turned into a big water rippled print and patted on Junmo's head out of thin air. The powerful and domineering momentum swept around, repelling all the ordinary people around him. Even Billy was a little surprised by the deterrence of this palm and quietly avoided the edge. In the whole head, Junmo stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were cold and bright. Sima's enemies provoked him. The disciples of Wuji Pavilion should not only die, but also can't retreat.

"It's a pity that your strength is too weak, which is in my eyes." Jun Mo raised a disdainful arc at the corners of his mouth and whispered, "If it is like a bright light, how can it shine with the bright moon!"

One finger turned into a sword, Junmo was a little empty, and the invisible sword gas turned into a three-foot sword blade. He broke through the waves with the pride of the sword. He hit the big hand mark for three weeks, broke his palm, and the sword spirit was in the air. He stood unparalleled above Peng Feiyue's head.

"Fuck, there is a hard turn today. Xiaodan, you go to Xiaoqing's place to protect her safety."

Peng Feiyue stepped back three steps, moved his body to Xue Xiaodan's side, and whispered in his ear. Xue Xiaodan's rudeness did not mean that he was stupid. Peng Feiyue had always been the little brother in the team. The first time he saw his face extremely serious, Xue Xiaodan was also really worried about Han Xiaoqing's safety. At that time, he lost a good-kewarmish look and fart He ran to the next room.

On the other side, Jun Mo saw Peng Feiyue and his companion whispering, thinking that it was calling someone to move the rescue soldiers. He frowned, afraid that the "water demon heir" invited the water demon. He floated to Billy's side and muttered, "This son's strength is average, but the power behind him is great. In order to cause unnecessary trouble, Take Miss Wanqing away quickly.

"Then be careful!" Billy nodded intently. Junmo's identity is not comparable to him. These strong people can't afford to offend the forces. Billy and the powerless Fang Wanqing came up. I'm afraid it's just a miserable end.

When Peng Feiyue and Junmo finished explaining at the same time, their eyes gathered and the lightning flashed.

"I didn't want to take action against you, but you are his apprentice, and there must be a war between us! It's a pity that your strength is too low. Well, I'll let you not counter your three moves, and then you will live and die. Junmo is known as a gentleman's sword. He has a clear conscience and a clear conscience all his life. He is decent and does chivalrous things. Peng Feiyue's strength can see a few pounds at a glance. Compared with himself, he is really insignificant, so he intends to give in.

Unfortunately, this move was not the same thing in Peng Feiyue's eyes. This boy was born in a big family, but because of his talent constraints, he was mocked and broken. He wanted to scribble for a lifetime. It was Han Bai who gave him the opportunity to be reborn and made his life colorful. Come on. After entering Kaiyuan College, with two little playmates, Xue Xiaodan and Han Xiaoqing, and the careful teaching of their master Han Bai, sometimes met their master Beihuangtian and was happy to give advice, which can be said to be a collection of thousands of pets. It's okay to be insulted now. In terms of strength, Peng Feiyue is not Junmo's opponent, but listening to the other party's tone, he seems to know his master Han Bai? Moreover, it seems that he is still a life-and-death enemy, which makes Peng Feiyue's small universe completely explode. You, your death is small, and you have lost the name of your master Han Bai. It's really like being slapped in the face with slippers. You can't be killed or humiliated.

"Wind, wind magic leg enhanced version, crazy leg!"

With a roar, Peng Feiyue became angry. He was not a good bird in the first half. You should know, he also has a second master Zhang Ziyang!

Crazy legs, Han Bai and Zhang Ziyang tailored an ancient martial arts skills for their little apprentice, combining ten-way murderous spirit, wind magic legs, water palms, corpse demon warfare skills, and other unique skills, taking its essence and powerful presentation.

This leg move is mainly based on momentum, and uses the corpse magic battle skills to promote murderousness and anger through the body. It uses the method of transforming water palm power to integrate the essence of wind and demon legs. In a short time, it can enhance its own combat power three or five times, simulate all phenomena of heaven and earth with the shape gods, turn ten thousand demon gods into one, and kill nine days of power.

eight hundred Shura, 3,000 resentment souls, nine evil gods, described as ferociously overturning the ceiling of the arcade room and roaring under the dark night sky.

Fortunately, this is Beiyue Street. There are often some horror blockbusters in cinemas. Residents of Holy Imperial City find strange things and feel that those evil gods Shura are not empty, not substantial. There is no panic, and they have nothing to talk about and laugh. However, Junmo in the arcade room was not so easy. Peng Feiyue swept away from the air, and countless evil gods Shura's body supported his momentum. Wherever the strong wind went, except for Fang Wanqing's racing arcade machine holding up a protective cover in Billy, other venues were completely messed up.

"A gentleman should have nine thoughts! Look at Siming, listen to Sicong, think warm, be respectful, be loyal, respectful, doubtful, difficult to think, and see the meaning. Save nine thoughts, support one body, practice benevolence and righteousness into my sword, and be a great shelter!"

The devil's legs are powerful, and the Lord is furious. Jun Modang, even if he has created the unique nine thoughts and swordsmanship, he carries it back with one hand and pushes flatly with one hand. The spirit of benevolence and righteousness evolves the heavenly Taoism, cultivates the heavenly Taoism, and comforts the people at ease. His righteousness is vast and boundless. He transforms thousands of demons, transforms their nature and eliminates their killing opportunities. Short With a touch, the fighting spirit on the madman's leg disappeared. Peng Feiyue, who was murderous, only felt that two ideas in his mind were entangled and collided, which made him confused and had a splitting headache. With a howling, his body flew backwards, fell to the ground, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, which restored his mind.

"If a gentleman does not fight recklessly, there must be a way to fight! As his descendant, he does not sympathize with the heart of heaven, has great virtue, goes backwards, practices and kills evil methods indiscriminately, and destroys his nature. It is really the evil little Doyle!"

Standing with his hands on his back, Junmo was upright, solemn and sonorous, condemning Peng Feiyue, who fell down and spit blood and had a resentful face.

"The scholar can be killed but not humiliated. It's just my fault that I'm not good at learning. You're insulting my master. I'm splashed with blood three feet, and I'm going to die with you."

His little face turned red, and Peng Feiyue roared crazily. He couldn't help but irritate the true qi in Dantian, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"I didn't expect it to... Well, after all, this is the resentment of the previous generation. Originally, according to the rules of the family, you and I will die in a battle. If you are young and ignorant, mistakenly walk the devil's way, and temporarily abandon your practice, save your life, and repent well. Junmo sighed and didn't look at Peng Feiyue's crazy face. He flicked his fingers and shot at his lower abdomen Dantian.

Boom...

With a loud noise, a black aurora smashed the thick sword. In the distance, his hands were folded, and Han Xiaoqing stared at Junmo angrily. Beside her, Xue Xiaodan carried a smoking single-shot 85 rocket launcher, gritted his teeth, and his big eyes looked at Peng Feiyue lying in the pool of blood.

"Little Brother Fei, you can't scare me."

Throwing his hand on the ground with the bazooka, Xue Xiaodan ran to Peng Feiyue with tears and nose, holding him in his arms and crying and howling.

Xue Xiaodan has no friends since he was a child. Peng Feiyue is the first good friend he knows. He usually loves him like his own brother. Now he sees that his little brother's face is pale, the corners of his mouth are still bleeding, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is as angry. He was careful as if he had been cut into countless halves by a knife, which was heartbreaking. He hurriedly took out more than a dozen porcelain bottles from the treasure bag. Xue Xiaodan trembled and smashed all of them on the ground. Suddenly, the whole arcade room was full of medicine. Xue Xiaodan didn't care about what medicine was to cure any disease. He stuffed the elixir on the ground, which was many times more valuable than Junmo's hundred herbs, into Peng Fei's mouth. After a while, he Only then did he look a little bloody.

It seems that Peng Feiyue's injury is no longer. Xue Xiaodan got up from the ground and wiped his tears with his cuffs fiercely. He pointed to Junmo's superficial face and scolded, "Your mother, it's okay to scold me for my little uncle, but also hurt my eldest brother. Today, you kneel down and beg for mercy, and I will take you to take you off eight pieces!"

Junmo's expression at this time was extremely colorful, and he was pointed to his nose and scolded by a little child. This was the first time in his life. Even if he was a gentleman, no matter how good his self-restraint was, there was a nameless anger in his heart. He was about to punish Xue Xiaodan. Junmo looked at a pile of porcelain pieces under his feet.

He knows the goods, and others don't know the value of those elixirs. Junmo once practiced with the alchemist Bai Yao Shang for a period of time. At a glance, he saw that the value of these elixirs was enough to exchange for half of the territory of the Holy Emperor City. He was about to ask who his child he was, and a clear and domineering sound resounded through the whole arcade room.

"Little egg, use the thunder cannon to destroy the world, ten years of life, I will ask Xiaoming to supplement you for 200 years later."

Han Xiaoqing's cute little face was tight. Peng Feiyue was beaten. She was more angry than Xue Xiaodan. The dark chocolate-flavored lollipop encountered the biggest provocation ever. If he did not use the strongest means to fight back, Han Xiaoqing could not afford to lose this face, nor did Xue Xiaodan, not to mention Peng Feiyue, who vomited blood. .

After receiving the order, Xue Xiaodan raised his head and raised his chest as if he had beaten chicken blood, and raised two middle fingers at Junmo. His little face was full of contempt. He didn't wait for him to speak. With a small hand raised, a simple "mortar" stood on the spot.

"Grandpa, decisively live ten years and blow up that boy."