Chapter 917

"Zhuo Li, the ninth generation descendant of xiaxiyang palm, dare to ask where you are going to learn from?"

The middle-aged man in green robe is Zhuo Li, who seems to see that Yehong is not an ordinary person.

After all, it was enough to make Zhuo Li surprised to be able to resolve his penetrating dark force without any damage, so his tone was dignified.

Night Hong did not respond, but gently put Xue Jianing aside and asked Qin Hongshuang to take good care of her.

Then the eyes lifted, the sense of dignity rose directly, as if from a young neighbor, instantly turned into the king of life and death!

He approached Zhuo Li step by step, and his momentum gradually increased with each step.

Night Hong does not want to let Zhuo Li go.

After these days of getting along with each other, Yehong has long regarded Xue Jianing as a relative.

Now, seeing that she was so seriously injured, the fire in the heart of Yehong was ignited instantly.

Not to mention, this guy is Liu Ji's companion.

Just now, Liu Ji's threat to Qin Hongshuang is still fresh in my eyes.

However, before he taught Liu Ji a lesson, Xue Jianing did take the lead.

Now anger on top of anger, night Hong's eyes of anger as if to turn into substance in general, toward Zhuo Li then pressed the past!

"Ding! Trigger mastery level coercion! "

The fury is towering like a mountain!

Zhuo Li breathed heavily, as if he had been gazed at by an ancient fierce beast. His legs trembled shamefully.

"How can it be!"!? How can I be afraid of a hairy boy

Zhuo Li roared, immediately decided not to let Ye Hong's momentum further strengthen, directly preempted in the night when Hong walked to half of the hand!

"Xiyang palm two Wu, hate the earth without ring!"

Zhuo Li's Iron Palm seems to be burning up, with a strong hot wind towards night Hong!

"As the first person I tried to recruit, you should feel lucky."

In the face of the fierce fist force, night Hong is suddenly light mouth way.

Zhuo Li's face was irritable, and he roared: "you're still playing tricks when you're dying. You're going to die for me!"

Looking at the more and more close to the shadow of the hand, night Hong is suddenly pinching his fists, reciting the simple tone in his mouth.

"If you can't see the shape of three sections of boxing, if you can't see the shape and shadow...

with the cadence and cadence of the voice, a mysterious fist shadow blows directly on Zhuo Li's palm from bottom to top.

"Xingyi boxing, Xingyi Shenda, xiabashou, Shihou!"

Zhuo Li only felt a concussion force coming from night Hong's fist. His palm was numb, and he was almost scattered by night Hong.

"Xingyiquan? It's impossible. There's no such move in Xingyi boxing! "

Zhuo Li roared in disbelief.

When he was young, he had visited Ji's family in Bailu City, and had seen all kinds of Xingyi boxing routines of old master Ji Yueling Ling. He had never heard of such a move by Xingyi God!

"There are so many things you don't know!"

Ye Hong looked at him with cold eyes, and continued to read: "the empty contains the real, the real contains the virtual..."

"Xingyiquan · Xingyi Shenda · xiabashou · buttonhole!"

Night Hongquan road changed again, but it was much faster. The shadow of Taoism was drawn in the air.

Either virtual or real, Zhuo Li's palm strength is firmly blocked in a very small range, so that his vigorous palms can be used without any ground, and his bending is incomparable.

"Damn it, give it to me!"

"Xiyang palms, three martial arts, avalanche with the trend!"

"Xiyang palm Qilu · Huangying falling on the shelf!"

"Xiyang palm....

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