Chapter 457

The old monk is a secular disciple of the Yongzi generation in Shaolin. He is a serious monk who has left home and entered the inner door of Shaolin. He has been immersed in Shaolin martial arts for decades. Then why to return to vulgarity is not known by outsiders. But obviously, even if he returned to the common customs, his achievements in martial arts did not fall at all.

He is a real expert in his family. He has experienced the existence of washing and cutting bone marrow and changing Qi and blood. After practicing washing marrow, they are stronger than ordinary internal disciples.

Shaolin's internal mental skills, the six character mantra and the Buddhist I Ching all have the same or even more transcendent status as Wudang's Taiji internal strength and some inherited martial arts and Taoism aristocratic families.

At this time, as soon as he picked up the flower and pointed out, the Qi field suddenly changed, and the vigorous Qi rolled around him, bringing waves of ripples in the air, just like forming a field of Qi field. In this field, the intrusion of any organism will not escape his perception.

The flower fingers are like a shadow attached to the bone, which will arrive in an instant.

He learned the six character mantra from a young age. The six character mantra was often spit out in his mouth, like blessing with scriptures. He saw the corners of his mouth rise, and the smile in the corners of his mouth between his eyes was as indifferent as when the Buddha of Kaya picked flowers and smiled to get the way.

Xiao Xuan, who had spent too much time and energy, was obviously impatient. Su Mei's condition is unknown. He is worried. The killing move has been made, and there is a great momentum of never returning.

Xiao Xuan's momentum suddenly seemed like an erupting volcano, as fierce as an ancient fierce beast, and the momentum was so hot that it could burn everything, with disharmonious coldness, like the gloom of hell and the coldness of the dead.

Xiao Xuan came as fast as lightning!

Even the old monk was slightly surprised at the speed of Xiao Xuan. Even at this moment, the degree of Xiao Xuan's outbreak had exceeded his reaction speed. Even so, the old monk's combat experience is not weak. He is almost instinctive, such as Buddha and God jumping up, rolling on the spot, and another carp overturning!

A series of actions were completed in the blink of an eye, avoiding Xiao Xuan's majestic blow. At the same time, he was surprised to protect his chest with one hand and twist his fingers, fast as electricity into Xiao Xuan's eyes.

Xiao Xuan's shoulder sank slightly, turned his head to hide, turned his fist into a palm, and patted the old monk's forehead lightly. It seems that the wind didn't take the slightest palm. If he was hit, there is no doubt that he can break the old monk's forehead.

The old monk turned his hand back, and his thin hands grabbed Xiao Xuan's palm with a light backhand. The flexibility of twisting flowers and fingers was brought into full play on him. Only the green veins on the back of his hand showed how much internal strength this move contained.

Xiao Xuan snorted coldly, turned his arm slightly, retreated and suddenly attacked the front. He attacked like a storm, stepped on his feet, penetrated the iron sheet on the deck, and the sawdust flew and smashed, as if he had endless power.

However, the old monk's Nianhua finger, regardless of Xiao xuanqian's changes, always follows suit, destroying every fierce attack. His blocking was always just right, which could not only cut off Xiao Xuan's attack rhythm, but also counterattack if there was nothing.

There is a gap between the middle stage and the early stage of congenital.

Although Xiao Xuan has rich combat experience, today's old monk is obviously a battle madman. His moves are also full of the experience and ferocity of a martial artist.

Su Muyou and some black people hiding in the cabin raised their voices.

Just these ordinary people, where have they seen the duel in this battle? Although they can't understand it, it doesn't prevent them from being nervous! If the old monk dies in battle, their consequences can be imagined.

"Su Shao, do you think the master can win?" the man in black touched the cold sweat on his head and said tremblingly. He didn't know that Xiao Xuan could be so abnormal. You know, he won't sell his life even if he dies.

Su Muyou felt his voice was a little dry. He seemed to cheer himself up and said, "yes! Look! How powerful this master is? He is a junior brother of the abbot of Shaolin!"

Just as he was saying this, he saw the old monk picking flowers and pointing at them in his left hand, but his right hand was a set of fierce dragon claw hands. It was a method of one mind and two uses. He only heard his voice like a flood bell and spit out a word: "death!"

Su Muyou was so excited that he almost fainted. The guy he hates is dying at last!

This time, the old monk's action is like the slow action of movie playback. It's so clear that you can see every move clearly.

His flower fingers easily clamped the iron fist from Xiao Xuan's front attack, and the dragon claw hand of his right hand beat Xiao Xuan's chest sharply.

This action of attack and defense shows the power of a martial arts master incisively and vividly.

At this moment, no matter who it is, an idea will flash. No one can avoid the dragon claw of the old monk.

Unless, you don't want to be pinched by your fingers.

Broken arm self-protection, no doubt abandon the car to protect the handsome. But in front of an expert like an old monk, if you lose your arms, aren't you a paper tiger without fangs? Besides waiting to die, can there be a way out?

At this moment, everyone's heart was mentioned to his throat. Even in the eyes of the old monk, a few regrets and happiness flashed! It's a pity that such a young master should be folded in his hand. Happiness is the cheerfulness of a martial master after the first World War.

Xiao Xuan's wrists were clamped. Although they were just two thin fingers like bamboo sticks, they were as powerful as tying you with refined steel and black iron. It was not easy to break free. Moreover, the more violent dragon claw hand would come in the twinkling of an eye. If caught, Xiao Xuan had no doubt that his hard chest like a rock would be crushed and penetrated.

In the midst of lightning, stone and fire, Xiao Xuan suddenly raised his foot and kicked it in an unimaginable posture, but the direction was the old monk's left wrist.

At first glance, Xiao Xuan's movements look like a very awesome master of yoga. His legs and body are almost parallel to each other. What's more amazing is that under this easily unbalanced posture, Xiao Xuan's power of one foot still has the potential to destroy the dead.

For example, if the long gun is forced up from the ground, if the old monk resists hard, the strength of his toes will definitely crush his arm.

The old monk made a move, and had to loosen Xiao Xuan's right fist under the flower finger for the time being, and deal with the legs and feet that had come in front of him.

At this time, Xiao Xuan's right fist was released. While the left fist collided with the dragon claw hand, the whole person flew like a top, and his action was as natural and unrestrained as a dazzling white swan on the ballet stage.

However, the old monk was an expert in the middle of his life. Although he hit the air with one move, his action response was very fast. The move of attacking with one move shook falsely. He just retracted his left hand, turned his finger into a fist, and then hit Xiao Xuan's chest.

Xiao xuanzheng stopped like a gyroscope. His body was not stable. When his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not born, the old monk's fist suddenly hit him. He couldn't dodge any more!

Looking at the old monk's approaching fist being infinitely enlarged by his pupils, Xiao Xuan had the illusion that death was really on the verge for the first time.

Almost subconsciously, the internal energy in Xiao Xuan's body turned wildly and gathered in his chest, forming a vortex like real energy.

The old monk's fist hit Xiao Xuan's chest like a meteor hammer. It was as powerful as Mount Tai, as if it could completely crush Xiao Xuan's chest.

At this time, an incredible scene was almost visible to the naked eye. Xiao Xuan's chest was like a substantial energy vortex. At the moment of the old monk's fist, it seemed that he could absorb the old monk's fist. The strong wind brought by the majestic force was sucked in at the moment of encountering the vortex.

It is completely like a "shock absorber", which minimizes the terrorist power of the old monk's blow.

But who is the old monk? He is the first Shaolin layman disciple and a born expert. How can his full strength be offset by one punch?

I saw that the energy vortex only absorbed some of the old monk's fist power. Just for a moment, the old monk's fist was like breaking bamboo, completely broke the protection of the energy vortex, and directly and madly hit Xiao Xuan's chest.

Xiao Xuan was immediately hit by Juli, as if he had been hit by a shell. The whole man flew out uncontrollably! The wide cargo ship deck was tens of meters long. The blood in Xiao Xuan's mouth spewed out. The whole man flew more than ten meters and fell heavily on the deck.

"Amitabha!" the old monk uttered a Buddhist horn, solemnly and solemnly came out of his mouth, and slowly withdrew his action. His eyes were so calm that there were no small waves. Xiao Xuan couldn't live anymore. The purpose of his trip was achieved.

He walked towards Xiao Xuan step by step. In his opinion, it was not humiliating for Xiao Xuan to die in his hands.

Xiao Xuan's eyes were a little lax at this time. He couldn't believe it in his mind. Did he lose like this?

He's so much more powerful than him?

Chest cramps and approaching footsteps made him struggle instinctively.

Just then, he felt something on his chest, like it was embedded in meat, which made him reach out and want to pull it out.

When his hand touched the chest, he was shocked to find that the ghost talisman that had been put in his chest pocket was completely embedded in the skin and flesh under the power of the old monk's fist. tqR1

This is not the most terrible. The most terrible thing is that the ghost talisman has been integrated into his flesh and blood bit by bit!

The old monk was approaching, and Su Muyou was pushed out of the cabin. Xiao Xuan could almost see the crazy desire for revenge in his eyes. At this time, the ghost talisman was drilling into his flesh!

At this time, Xiao XuanZhen wanted to make a rough remark.

Xiao Xuan can hardly remember how many years ago this passive situation happened, five or ten years ago? When he was just a small mercenary?

Xiao Xuan remembered Feng Qingyang's words. He was a natural executioner. His killing techniques seemed to be self-taught, and he was also a genius with high talent and ability to imitate. It took him only three years from becoming a mercenary to becoming the leader in the mercenary killer circle.

Coupled with that intelligent and alert brain, he really hasn't let himself fall into such a desperate scene for many years.

"Xiao Xuan, you're finally dying! Ha ha, I su Muyou can finally see you die. Didn't you expect? It's me, Su Muyou who took your life!" Su Muyou shouted and laughed wildly, as if he were crazy at once. He took out a gun and aimed at Xiao Xuan's head.

At this time, Xiao Xuan's head and face were full of blood, scarlet blood, so that his original handsome face could not see the original skin color. In his scarlet and somewhat lax eyes, it seemed that he could not focus, let alone dodge the shooting.

There was a bang of gunfire.

But the bullet didn't explode Xiao Xuan's head as Su Muyou expected!