Chapter 62 Invincible

Xiongfeng's feet slowly fell to the ground and looked ahead. Yes, it was the sound of footsteps.

Which old lady? The old woman's dry face was full of wrinkles. With a smile, all the wrinkles wrinkled together and coughed gently, but the cough was a little old: "Young people don't know what's good or bad. How dare you burn my big head bee!" The last sentence suddenly increased, which was a dead roar. The strong wind not far away was chilly, and my heart trembled.

Thinking of this old woman's unique martial arts skills, Xiong Feng couldn't help muttering, "I have no intention of hurting the senior's pet, but I just want something to ask for, so I can only use this trick to attract the senior out." As soon as he finished speaking, the old woman suddenly looked up, and her bright eyes stared at Xiongfeng's body like a cold electricity, looking up and down. Xiong Feng was looked down by him and said, "Xiaosheng didn't mean to offend him. Please spare me a late birth."

The old woman's eyes withdrew and burst into crazy laughter. Xiongfeng felt that there was endless power in the laughter, which was bulging beside him like the tide of the sea. He has been diligent since he was a child, and his true spirit is quite weak, but he can't stand such a strong blow, and his face gradually changes color.

The old woman suddenly stopped laughing and said coldly, "I thought you had some backbone, but I didn't know that you were like these ordinary people, precious bitches. No wonder I killed you!"

The old woman buzzed, and the fierce palm wind swept the bamboo leaves with the hum of the big-headed bee. But he saw his palm lying in front of his chest, and the spiritual light jumped as if he were alive. The old woman said lightly, "Although I only have five palms, each palm will be dozens of times stronger than one palm. If you can take these five palms, I will let you go."

Xiongfeng nodded and shook his head again, with a blank face. If it is more powerful than the palm, it may naturally have some advantages, but I'm afraid this old woman is nearly 100 years old, and her internal strength must be much higher than herself. How dare you be careless!

The gloomy wind overflowed in the bamboo forest, which was originally extremely sad. The old woman hit out of this palm, but the majestic wind felt a little cool from his eyebrows and went straight into the bottom of his heart. In an instant, thousands of emotions surged into my heart, turned into boundless fear, and exploded in my heart.

The breath of the majestic wind surged, and I thought about it in my heart. I got ten successes. I shouted loudly, and pushed it forward with a palm. Under the huge black handprint, the black gloomy bamboo leaves disappeared in an instant.

The old woman talked and said, "Sure enough, take my second palm 'Qishui Soup'." After saying that, she stepped on a step and took four layers of internal palm power. For each palm, she took a step forward.

Xiongfeng didn't say anything. His left hand split a palm in the air, and his right hand followed him with a very fast palm. The power of the left hand came first, and the power of the right hand came first, and the two forces crossed forward, which was extremely strange. The two met halfway. The sound of the wave offset each other, but they heard two sneers. The two ends of the belt between the waist of the majestic wind were cut off and flew several feet to the left and right. It turned out that the two palms of Youtan's palms covered a wide range. The force of attacking Xiong Feng's body was dissipated by the palm of the innate creation of his palm, but the belt of Xiongfeng drifted to his side was shocked by his palm.

The old woman saw it and shouted, "This is the evil martial arts taught by heaven and earth!" It's not the eighteen palms of the dragon!" Not to the great compassion of Shaolin!"

Xiongfeng secretly used his inner strength to stabilize the ground. After the twenty-second palm docked, he opened the conversation between the two who were 20 feet away but never hindered. Xiong Feng looked at the old woman and said, "I picked up your five palms, and there are three palms!" Xiongfeng was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that there was a faint taste of Taoist classics in the kung fu of this evil immortal religion, but the old woman's palm was getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid that she would die when she took the fifth palm. Xiongfeng only felt that the old woman's martial arts were light and elegant, and there was no trace to be found. Of course, in terms of the innate palm of the palm and the old woman's free palms, they were the best. However, he saw an old man with white hair, like a ghost, and a green shirt floating, as cold as the wind. Both of them left at once, really like a pair of butterflies among flowers, staggering, and the word "free" has been played to the fullest. Onlookers, Gang Chen and the woman have never seen this kind of unscist martial arts. They only look at it and think: "These two men are dangerous and attack the key to the enemy. Obviously, every move is a battle of life and death, but their posture is so elegant and beautiful, just like a dance. Such a light weightlifting, unrestrained and well-going palm, has never been heard of in the martial arts, but I don't know what the name of it is?

In fact, Xiongfeng only felt that every slap of the old woman was full of coldness. However, it is necessary to know that the innate palm in Xiongfeng's body is cultivated by internal power. If the future, the "world movement" of the Taoist treasure book is supplemented by the "world movement" and the fire and water are mutually reinforcing, it must become the first-class internal power in the world. But at this time, my innate palm has not yet been trained, and I'm afraid it's a fantasy that I want to be the first to achieve internal skills later.

However, in terms of the dangerous feelings of life and death, compared with the confrontation with the Wuya hero in the Qingcheng faction on that day, it is really comparable. But the more unfavorable his wisdom is, the more the potential divine power in his body has been carried forward.

The old woman suddenly took a big step, stroked her left hand and slapped her right hand, and hit Xiong Feng. This move was just like a move of defeating the dragon's eighteen palms. When the old woman came out of her palm, she was more than 20 feet away from Xiong Feng, but when she came to power, the two were no more than thirteen or four feet apart. But in the martial arts of the world, no matter how strong your palm is, there is no one who can hit more than ten feet. Xiongfeng thought that this third palm was really not simple, and there was no small constering for him. However, when he saw that he was more than ten feet away, the old woman came out of his palm, and her body grabbed seven or eight feet, and it was also a masculine palm that was very similar to "the dragon has regretful". The back palm pushed the front palm, and the two palms were side by side, and the overwhelming pressure was overwhelming. Come on.

Just for a moment, Xiongfeng felt that his breath was suffocating, and the other party's palm was surging like a wave of anger, which was overwhelming, and it was like a tangible high wall rushing forward to himself. He was shocked and didn't have time to think about countermeasures, but he knew that if he went out with one palm, his arms would be broken, and his whole body might be broken, and he saw this extremely masculine and majestic palms flying.

Xiongfeng used the strongest fifteen-style "Tiangang fingerprints" and tried his best to hit them three times in a row. The three black, purple and red fingerprints shocked countless bamboo poles and the old woman patted the old woman's masculine palms that seemed to be "the dragon has regretful" in the eighteen palms of the dragon.

"Rumble....." The palms were strong and shot away, and a circle of hard bamboo turned into powder.

Gang Chen and the woman hugged each other tightly and closed their eyes, waiting for the final result.

Everything returned to calm. Gang Chen pushed away the woman of the Eagle Religion and ran to which side of the majestic wind, but there were still people there?

"Xiong Shaoxia..." Tatsuoka shouted as hard as he can, but all he heard was his own reply.