boom--

Slap--

The figure that stopped suddenly pierced through the rain curtain and fell to the ground, crushing the blue bricks and being pushed backwards out of a gully.

The rain fell on the moment when the accumulated water rippled, and stepped on it and splashed water. The raindrops fell on the palace robe of the white figure, and a vague "hissing" sound came from the sound, as if it had fallen on the flame and was steamed, and balls of white air rose.

"You have a very good martial arts?"

The voice was hoarse and slowly, and in a word, it became very strange.

.....

Behind everyone was surprised, Xiaopinger naturally knew what happened from others. He pinched his palms with his fingers and bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of worry.

"...is... there is a form of sentient beings."

"He entered the third level of the realm... Why didn't I notice any signs?"

Worry flashed in his eyes, and his clenched lips finally made a sound: "......Why is the practice different from me.....It's completely different...What's going on? Didn't the bitch that Moyun Sect leader Helian Ruxue give me at all...is a modified secret book?"

She raised her head suddenly, obviously understanding something.

Xiao Ping'er stood up to endure the pain caused by the injury. Bai Ning's figure then poked out his arm and sucked his palms in his claws.

——Evil*Three parts return to the vitality. Sucking stars

"You...you...don't come here..."

Huang Lan, who was lying on his back, had no time to struggle to get up. The broken bricks beside him suddenly shaking. A suction force came two or three meters away. His body was shaking and struggling, and was dragged by invisible internal force and forced to move into the open palm.

Bang!

With a slight sound, his slender and fair palms grabbed the other person's face. Facing the figure without a face, Huang Lan closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look over. At this time, his courage was almost scared.

"You have a high martial arts skills?" Many different voices gathered into one, pouring into his ears again.

While struggling, his fingers grabbed him violently, and a young man named Huang Lan roared heart-wrenchingly, something that seemed to tear his body was wandering inside his body. A stream of internal force that originally had been constantly flowing backwards, gathering in his head, and then flowing into the center of his palm.

After a moment, there was another loud noise as he screamed.

Bang—

In the end, the young man who was extracted from his internal force was thrown up and slapped in the chest, and his whole person flew out again.

With a thud, a gully burst out from the broken bluestone bricks, even deeper than before. Huang Lan was limp and weak, lying there, coughing loudly, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were covered with blood flowing out, and the scarlet blood soaked his whole body in red.

Bai Ning's figure slowly walked over and his whole body trembled.

"Stop it, Lord Admiral!!"

The sound passed through the rainy night, and a figure rushed over to stop Bai Ning who was moving forward, but the latter waved his palm—

Wow—

The monk's robe flew, and Zhihui suddenly made a move to the other party. The moment the palm of his palm rubbed and twisted, it fell in front of Huang Lan, and his hands were closed, "Amitabha..... The Admiral has too deep resentment and cannot let go of his heart. It is better to let go of his hatred first. I am willing to enlighten the Admiral for one or two."

"Get out of the way...", overlapping, the sounds of men, women, old and young mixed in from the faceless.

"This person knows the whereabouts of Damo's body and cannot die... Admiral, wake up."

“Get out of the way….”

He raised his arm, Wumeng moved slightly, and his voice roared violently: "No more Xifu... What do I want the dead body to do... What do I want it to do!!!"

The moment the sleeves of the robe danced, the broken bricks blew away, the raindrops fell and diverted, and the palms were pushed straight out, forming a trace of the opening and closing of the rain curtain. In the dim rain, a little further away, the cassock shook open, and a palm was also split out, and the moment they separated with the other party.

Bai Ning stepped on the blue bricks under his feet, waved his sleeves, and the broken and jumped bricks shot towards the Shaolin abbot. Zhihui also slapped out with a palm as usual. Just as everyone was surprised, halfway through, the palm force that was pushed out suddenly shook, and it almost turned into two palms that were almost unpredictable.

Suddenly, the two palms changed again, four palms, eight palms......... sixteen palms.

The palms and palms spread out, and in a moment when everyone was almost dazzled, they heard the crackling stone bricks flying away and the air waves rolled. The gravel that had flown out for a distance then fell to the ground. Everyone could not see clearly how Abbot Jihui launched such an amazing offensive.

I just feel dazzled.

"Thousand-handed Tathagata palm..." Su Wanling obviously had a little understanding when she was staying in Shaolin before, and now she was a little surprised.

Li Wenshu looked at Zhihui's figure with a fiery look and growled in a deep voice: "Don't make noise--"

The woman covered her mouth, but then she spoke again.

"What is that eunuch going to do!"

In his vision, Bai Ning rushed up to face the shadow of the other party's secret book. His figure accelerated like a ghost, almost carrying a series of afterimages. Every step of his toes, his body became faster. A series of stone bricks under his feet exploded, causing splashes and gravels.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom-

When he took five or six steps in a row, the old monk suddenly took a step back and his hand shadow disappeared and turned into a palm. However, the opposite side had also pulled the distance closer. Within a few steps, the huge force was formed in Bai Ning's hand, and both sides took action almost at the same time.

Everyone held their breath.

boom--

The amazing waves burst out, the water swept up, the floor tiles, and the rain curtain in the air pushed away all around with a terrifying momentum. The smile gravel hit the faces of the other person, and bruises appeared. It was imagined that the two people in the center of the field endured the terrible strength of each other.

At the same time, in the huge chaos, the figures of the two suddenly separated. Abbot Zhihui's body flew back several feet firmly, turned over in the air and stood back on the ground. After coughing faintly, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, dyeing her chest red.

On the other side, while Bai Ning also took more than ten steps back, a slim figure flew over from behind, and his fingers quickly pointed a few acupoints on his back. Wuxiang's figure suddenly fell into the woman's arms.

After white, my face was back to normal, but I was tired and weak.

"It's Ping'er's fault. Ping'er shouldn't have dragged you in... I got nothing, and I was tired and injured." The woman squatted down and hugged Bai Ning, crying, tears flowed out in a daze.

The wind blew her black hair.

Bai Ning looked at the dark sky, "What's the difference between what you did and what I did..."

He hugged the man's figure, stopped crying, looked up at him, and felt a little crying with joy, as if he had been waiting for many years, and finally waited.

"......you and I are old acquaintances..."

After hearing the words, Xiaopinger smiled a little, and her tears finally dripped from the corner of her nod and mixed into the spring rain.

ps: Second update, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day.
Chapter completed!