Chapter 255 Zen stick is invincible and difficult to be compassion

After saying that, Fengya also sighed: "I didn't expect that today's human education has declined like this, that's all. You don't learn martial arts, but you can compete with me. I'd like to see what level you have reached.

"It doesn't make sense. It doesn't matter to me if you lose the magic religion. I'm afraid I won't lose my predecessor's opponent, right?" He said it, but he laughed at himself. I'm afraid the strength of the Demon Sect is far above the top ten cards. Moreover, there are Pingwumen and the Evil Immortal Sect staring at each other. In fact, it is these famous sects who have fallen. But the strange thing is that the great change of the demon religion invaded Shaolin 20 years ago. Almost overnight, few magic elders touched the world, and almost all of them disappeared and disappeared from the world. Of course, there are naturally various speculations about things like Xiongfeng, but no one can tell the real reason. Unexpectedly, Yang Jingduan was really lucky that he bumped into the No. 2 figure in the era of the magic religion. How can you fight against it?

Fengya continued, "I haven't done it for a long time. If you don't fight today, you have to fight with me. I'd like to see if you are Shaolin's great compassionate or my skills. Hahaha."

Yang Jing saw his ferocious smiling face, and it seemed that he could not escape tonight.

Fengya seemed to see through Yang Jing's mind and sneered, "Little doll, I advise you not to imagine that someone will come back to save you. You are still dead."

Yang Jing couldn't help asking, "What on earth are you going to do? Do you just want to compare Shaolin Kung Fu with me?

Fengya snorted and said, "I don't have to tell you that I have two choices now. Why don't I leave you a whole body by myself? Or I'll trouble you to destroy you. Which way do you want to die?

Yang Jing saw that he was arrogant about the dialect, as if he had completely eaten himself. He couldn't help but arouse his natural arrogance and replied, "These two ways of death are too common. You might as well keep your own choice."

A trace of appreciation flashed in Fengya's eyes and said with an indifferent smile, "It's the first time I've met such a hard bone like you in this hole in more than 20 years. If it weren't for you as a martial arts genius, I would really want to let you live.

Yang Jing said arrogantly, "You don't have to pretend. Although my life is cheap, not everyone can take it!"

Fengya nodded and said, "Okay! As long as you can survive ten moves, it's up to you. In particular, a spark suddenly appeared on his illusory body, and his huge body suddenly disappeared in the fog. The temperature of the whole cave suddenly rose, and Yang Jing sweated fiercely.

"Fire Cloud Dun!" Yang Jing knew that his cultivation could not crack the other party's fire escape at all, so he simply closed his eyes, penetrated his whole body, and his consciousness spread like a tide.

"I didn't expect to face it in person today as I saw in the book. Such a horror, what an evil old ghost!

Yang Jing was stunned, and a burning fire surged behind him, and a huge murderous opportunity swept in. Yang Jing immediately realized that he had neglected a trick of Fengya. The other party didn't know what tricks he had used to deceive his spiritual consciousness but covered it from the back. It was too late to wait to come back and fight.

In an instant, he thought that the Yi Jing said the opposite way. Although he had never really tried it, he also knew it. So he did not hesitate to drive the internal power to rotate, and picked out a "mountain flowing water" without looking back.

The left palm of the wind cliff was cut to the top of Yang Jing's head, and a blue light suddenly lit up on the other party's back. Yang Jing's palm wind had resisted his fire. Fengya saw that Yang Jing was free to respond, and actually exchanged Yi Jinjing and Daci's great compassion. However, he was integrated and waved freely. He couldn't help whispering, "Okay!"

In fact, Shaolin Qijue transforms and uses each other to make its power infinite, which is also the horror of learning Shaolin Qijue.

The left palm of the wind cliff was cut into a beat, and suddenly changed from extremely rigid to soft. It was lightly pressed on Yang Jing's palm and spit out a nine-gang wind, which is exactly a kind of "wind and cloud change" in "Thundergong".

Yang Jing knew that he could not resist, so he flew out with the wind of his palm, like a geese swinging three feet away. Although he used his body method to remove part of his strength, his chest was still stuffy, and his back skirt was shattered and danced with the wind.

I heard Feng Ya talk in front of him and said, "The second round!" The man arrived with him, and his figure faster than the wind touched the wall to detect electrical sparks. The Zen stick pointed out the cold stars all over the sky, covering Yang Jing's tiger's big hole.

Yang Jing knew that if he couldn't turn around in time, he would be crushed by Fengya if he didn't take three moves. In a hurry, the body suddenly crossed with a "turning clouds and rain" method, with its head facing forward and feet parallel to the ground. His feet were broken and could not be kicked out in a chain, using the "Inextreme Buddha Palm" learned from the stone wall of Siwu Cave.

This hand was really unexpected by the wind cliff. He gently swallowed the Zen stick and flashed the lock on Yang Jing's legs, but Yang Jing seemed to have long eyes in the soles of his feet, and he solved them one by one with his palm.

After several sounds, the Zen stick offensive was finally frustrated and retreated. Yang Jing only felt numb in his legs, and there was a cold air straight up along the meridians. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the cold air with Cuiwei Zhenqi. His body turned from horizontal to vertical, and three empty somersaults turned out in a row, which could avoid this second move.

But the wind cliff is like a maggot with bones, which does not give Yang Jing a chance to breathe at all. The Zen stick gallops to Yang Jing's chest. He took the lead and attacked with 80% of the cultivation. He didn't expect Yang Jing to be able to resolve it safely. He immediately put away the idea of underescaping the enemy and forcibly captured Yang Jing with a move "like a meteor", in order to eat the other party with a hundred years of cultivation and make a quick decision.

Yang Jing naturally knows that if he fights hard with the wind cliff with his cultivation, it is undoubtedly a dragonfly shaking the tree. He urged the fairy's true spirit to float three feet in the air, and his great compassionate hand used a move to transform nine green lotus into nine sword flowers and point them to the Zen stick. This style is virtual and real, and soft and strong. Fengya can't help but praise himself in his heart: "If this boy's cleverness is not far inferior to me, I may not be his opponent. I haven't been out of the mountain for 20 years, but I didn't expect that there were so many young Junyans in Shaolin Temple!"

The wind cliff Zen stick turned to attack and defense, but flicked the flowers with the index finger of his left hand, and looked at Yang Jingjian's nine consecutive "wind and looking at the moon" when he was old. Hearing a burst of rain like pear blossoms, the great compassionate sword disappeared, and the other party's nine stick flowers were disillusioned.

Yang Jing's right arm was sore and numb, and a trace of chill appeared on his benevolent and compassionate hand. If he hadn't tried his best to resist the Shuofeng's finger would have invaded the meridians along his arm. Yang Jing has a lot of experience in yesterday's fierce battle, and he knows that there must be no relaxation at this moment.

He didn't wait for the wind cliff Zen stick to take action and rushed out his left palm first. The weather was full of weather. This palm waved without any cleverness, but he had the courage of "although tens of millions of people I will go", as if he wanted to fight with his opponent to burn the jade and never die. With the cultivation of the wind cliff, he couldn't help but be moved. The Zen stick couldn't help but break it out, and it was changed to the palm of the world with his left hand.

I didn't think that Yang Jing's left fist suddenly changed from rigid to soft. The water snake generally bent around to avoid the palm wind and straightened the left shoulder of the wind cliff. Fengya is well-informed, but it is also the first time he has seen this kind of unreasonably wonderful boxing. How did he know that this is Zeng Shan's magic pen?

The only thing he used with his left palm was to cut out the Zen stick and cut it to Yang Jing's left arm. But Yang Jing seemed to have calculated that he had this hand. His fist suddenly paused, and his five fingers were opened into palms and gently patted on the Zen stick. This was the third point of the word "to".

This palm was extremely accurate and was playing a wonderful role. The Zen stick was actually pressed by Yang Jing's left palm, and the door in front of Fengya's chest immediately opened. Yang Jing was almost extremely dangerous every time he was attacked by Fengya in a row, and until now he used the 22-character punch to win back some situations.

For good, the wind cliff was not chaotic, and his body retreated backwards. He missed Yang Jing's left palm and kicked Yang Jing with his left leg. Yang Jing had to follow the situation and open his flying legs. But his left arm was also shocked, and his fist was forced to stagnate.

The wind cliff was almost taken advantage of by Yang Jing. A cold light flashed in his eyes. His left palm slapped Yang Jing like Mount Tai and shouted, "The fifth move!"

Yang Jing still had time to take back his left fist. A strange cold palm wind had reached the top of his head. Suddenly, his chest was pressed and his whole body was like an ice cave. This palm wind cliff uses 80% of its power. Isn't it extraordinary? Yang Jinglingtai was empty, and his mind was completely immersed in the fierce battle without any distractions. He saw clearly that the great and compassionate hand stood up choked, and it was still the "middle mainstay" of the move.

How can the achievements of the wind cliff be fooled again? He took the opportunity to move his left palm and play with five fingers in the air, emitting wisps of white light. The crisp sound is like the sound of a piano, but the great compassionate hand can't help shaking and disappearing. Yang Jing didn't know well that the Zen stick of Fengya had broken the sword light and hit Yang Jing's forehead like an arrow.

Yang Jing's left arm was first of a painful cold, and a layer of faint blue ice condensed on his sleeves, and then he was unconscious, as if the arm had been cut off. His body fell to the ground like a meteorite falling from the sky.

With a "peng", Yang Jing's feet fell several inches into the ground, and the soil almost covered his knees. The true qi in the body was violently shaken and could not be restrained by a wisp of blood escaping from the corners of the mouth. Knowing that this was the critical moment of life and death, he tried to calm the chaos of the true qi. His right hand pointed to the left shoulder and injected a pure Yang fairy spirit to stop the galloping momentum of the nine night wind.

In this way, Yang Jing was also dizzy, and his ears were pounding with his violent heartbeat. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "There is a saying that there is a heaven outside world. I think I have made great success in five years of practice, and I have the strength to fight with others. How can I know that I can't even take this five tricks of magic protection!"

His chest was faintly painful and he knew that he had suffered an internal injury, and his left arm was even more unconscious. It seemed that he could not see tomorrow's sunrise. Yang Jing slowly exhaled a turbid breath. Suddenly, the right arm was hot, and it turned out that the benevolent and compassionate hand quietly emitted soft blue light, slowly injecting a mellow warm current into the master's body. This is not the first time that has happened. The great compassionate hand was originally a psychic purple bamboo, containing the essence of heaven and earth. At this moment, under the stimulation of the nine night wind on the wind cliff, a hot stream was born, and the fairy spirit he had accumulated for 300 years was not hesitated to Yang Jing.

This heat flow flowed from Yang Jing's right arm along the meridians to his chest. A warm airflow not only protected the master's heart, but also gradually opened the blocked meridians, which refreshed Yang Jing.

Fengya was even more surprised. He thought it was very safe to give ten moves. Thinking that the other party is just a teenager who is not even 20 years old, even if he began to practice from his mother's womb, he has only been practicing for more than ten years, but he can do a variety of tricks to resolve his fierce offensive one by one.

The blow of the Zen stick on the wind cliff has used eight successful powers, and even the famous master of Tianlu may not be able to take it. But Yang Jing not only forced himself to follow, but also shocked himself with qi and blood, and had to adjust his true qi. Otherwise, how could he give Yang Jing a chance to breathe?

He condescendingly saw that Yang Jing's face was gradually red. Although he didn't know the key, he knew that he could not let the boy recover again. So he shouted coldly, "The sixth move!" The green light sprayed thin on the Zen stick, shooting out a blue fluorescent light.

The silk light quickly coiled into a spiral in the air, and gradually turned into a tornado several feet long to shoot at Yang Jing. The surrounding air shook sharply, such as Baichuanhuihai being sucked in by the hurricane and making a soft noise. Although it is still a few feet away from Yang Jing's head, he clearly felt that the huge wind was unrelenting, and the trees not far away were broken.

Although Yang Jing doesn't know that this is the "meteor chasing fire" of the wind cliff, it can be seen that its momentum is amazing. If he doesn't dodge, he is afraid of becoming a fan once he is involved? At present, he forcibly suppressed the injury in his body and flew into the sky, like a tired bird throwing into the forest.

But the hundred-curve Bilan followed him like a shadow, constantly rising and closely following Yang Jing, and instantly forced him to be ten feet behind him. A huge suction pulled Yang Jing to swing left and right, like a candle flame in the wind. It is this move that forced Yang Jing out of the cliff before, but it is less powerful than half of what it is now.

Although Yang Jing did not look back, he also felt that Baiqu Bilan was getting closer and closer. His legs bent, like a yellow crane rushing to the sky, shooting out the true spirit of three Xuanjin flying dragonflies with his backhand. But these three dark lights were swallowed up by the wind in a flash and disappeared in an instant.

With such a delay, Yang Jing, who was hunted by the ice wind, had ached face. If it hadn't been for the true qi of protecting the body, his head might have broken into powder. Yang Jing was shocked, and his body turned lightly. His benevolent and sad hand picked out the blue light. The sword front point couldn't help buzzing and trembling at the wind that he was chasing, and almost flew away.

Yang Jing held Yuan Shouyi, and his great compassionate hand rotated quickly with the momentum of the wind, drawing blue apertures one by one. However, seeing that the first aperture had just been melted, the second aperture had been generated, followed by the third and fourth, the apertures were like dragon ropes constantly wrapped around the wind, and the great compassionate hands turned faster and faster, and finally half beat faster than Baiqu Bilan.

At this time, Baiqu Bilan has soared to more than six feet long, like a rolling dragon. However, the dragon head was firmly pulled by the great compassionate hand, and as Yang Jing's figure fluctuated up and down, he could not be independent.

Seeing this, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and his slender body rushed into the air like a giant eagle. The palm of the man was still several feet away and the palm of the sky had broken the waves.

Yang Jing roared, and his great compassionate hand led one by one, and flew away, turning into a rainbow light to the wind cliff. Baiqu Bilan also roared over for the fairy sword.

The wind cliff was shocked and did not dare to take it hard with his cultivation. He had to dodge, and the rolling hurricane ran away from his feet. The wind cliff stood like a knife, and the nine-night wind spewed out a silver-white cold fog and cut it in the air, cutting the hurricane more than six feet long into four sections. The Zen stick in his hand!! The low voice sent out four faint green lights to hit the hurricane, and the deafening roar was about to resolve the Baiqu Bilan emitted by himself.

Fengya couldn't help but shock his blood and spit out turbid air heavily. Yang Jing has been suppressed until now, and he has only calculated his anger. But without waiting for him to adjust his breath, he heard Fengya sneered and said, "The seventh move!"

People arrived with the sound, and the Zen staff turned into blue stars all over the sky to cover Yang Jing's upper body. Yang Jing was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge wind on the opposite side, and his left arm was even more numb and difficult to move. He had to hang upside down and kick it out with his legs, still using the "lock" formula in the magic leg.

Fengya saw that this boy's skills were far less than him, but he could do a lot of tricks and repeatedly resolve his own offensives. Now he actually resisted his move "Last night's stars and last night's wind" with his demon legs. He sneered and said, "No one of you are as slippery as a loach, you can't escape my palm!"

His Zen staff turned into a virtual, opening up the magic leg. The left palm is restrained and softly patted silently. Yang Jing realized that the bad weather had slowed down by half a beat, and the golden wind and jade palm of the wind cliff had come behind him!