Jiaolong Jue

Xuan Dituo suddenly realized that it must be the women who were going to fly across here on long silk.

He didn't wait for the other party to come over, instead, he put his toes together and his figure spun out instantly.

About five or six feet away from the original position, the toes sank and lightly tapped on the long silk, and another one took advantage of the force to spin, and his body flew five or six feet away like a whirlwind on the ground.

At this time, the woman opposite had already noticed the turbulence of Chang Ling, she stopped her body and shouted sharply: "Who is stepping on my Chang Ling to cross the river?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xuan Dituo had already flown in front of her.

Before the woman could see clearly, Xuan Di Tuo spun again, and was already behind her. She swung out a single palm and hit her on the back.

The woman couldn't stand upright, yelled, and fell down.

Fortunately, Xuan Dituo was entrusted by Shamoke to beat her to death unintentionally, so the injury was not serious.

When she was about to fall into the water, Tude shook out the long silk in her hand again, wrapped it around a stone not far away, and used her strength to fly vertically, attaching her body to the side of the boulder.

At this time, Xuan Dituo tapped the stone below with his toes, and his figure turned sharply and rushed to attack the woman standing on a nearby stone.

The woman was prepared when she heard the woman who was walking forward, but she was also surprised to see Xuan Dituo coming so fast.

The long silk in his hand couldn't be swung out, and he hurriedly avoided his surprise attack from behind, also turned his body sideways, fell from the boulder, threw the long silk quickly, trapped a big stone, and attached himself to it.

Xuan Dituo followed suit, and because his sight was blocked, the women standing on the stones were suddenly attacked by him, and they knocked down the stones one after another, but they were powerless to fight back.

The woman behind heard the exclamation from the front again and again, knowing that there must be a strong enemy, she hurriedly shouted and retreated.

After a while, they all broke away from the boulder and jumped ashore.

Xuan Dituo wanted to turn around to greet his subordinates, but there was no way to let them cross the river for a while, so he had to fly ashore, and only wanted to catch all the girls with his own strength, and then try to let them cross the river.

Just as his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly heard a few screams from the fog, and several long silks came from everywhere.

Xuan Dituo touched the ground with his toes, and then turned around, he had already passed under a long silk, and before the long silk could withdraw, he had already reached the woman's side.

The woman cried out in surprise, she had no time to parry, she was already knocked down by his palm.

Just as he was about to trap her, unexpectedly several long silks flew up behind him, Xuan Dituo was still spinning under his feet, slipped under a long silk, and came to a woman's side in an instant, knocking her down with a single palm .

This time, he was not in a hurry to trap her, but took advantage of several long silks attacking him, he simply dodged around and grabbed one of the long silks with a sound of "Boom!".

The woman felt a tight hand, and hurriedly retreated. Xuan Dituo took advantage of the opportunity to spin her body up and circled the woman several times at extreme speed. The woman didn't respond, and was already tightly wrapped by her long silk. Xuan Dituo tied a knot on her body, pushed her down with a "plop", and only her head was exposed like a cocoon.

After a while, the others were also tied up by him one by one.

At this time, he stopped and went to look for the two women who had been knocked down by him just now, but they saw that the situation was not good, and they had already fled to the altar with injuries.

Xuan Dituo gave a stern smile, and then dropped several women who were tightly bound, and quickly jumped into the air to chase after the altar.

He went straight up the mountain path, chased for a few miles, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to a wide platform on the top of the mountain.

This place is the highest point of Rakshasa Island, so the color of the fog is much thicker, and the mountain wind, wrapped in thick fog, blows towards the face, blowing the corners of Xuandi Tuo's clothes like a banner, "fluttering!" Fan rings.

He searched forward in the mist, but there was no one there.

While walking, there was another gust of sea wind, and the thick fog in front of me was swept away, and an altar was faintly visible in front of it. On the futon under the altar, there seemed to be a black shadow with its back facing Xuan Dituo, crossing its legs sit.

Xuan Dituo felt a chill penetrating his bones, and was about to take a closer look, when the dense fog rolled over and covered everything tightly.

He had fought for a long time, so he didn't dare to be careless, so he had to bend his already short figure a lot, and sneaked closer to the altar.

When he was less than five feet away from the altar, he saw the back of the figure sitting on the futon under the altar, completely motionless.

Xuan Dituo was very surprised, he simply walked behind her, without any hesitation, he waved his palm and struck out.

He originally thought that the black shadow might just be a clay sculpture and wood carving decoration, so the strength of his palms was not strong, and he thought it would be enough to shake her away in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, when the two palms were a foot away from the shadow's back, they were instantly blocked by a huge force in the opposite direction, and Xuan Dituo was forced out by more than two feet.

His heart was tense, he didn't have time to react, he hastily stepped forward with his feet, and stimulated the energy in his dantian, sending all his brains to his arms, delusionally trying to resist it with all his strength.

Who would have thought that when he exerted force like this, the opposing force was even stronger, pushing his foot down several feet, but he was still wobbly.

Knowing that he met an extraordinary person, Xuan Dituo secretly hated himself for making a rash move, and hurriedly withdrew his palms to fight again, but who knew that the strength of his hands and that huge force were inseparable just like being glued together .

Xuan Dituo turned pale with fright, struggled several times to no avail, foggy sweat gathered on his forehead.

No choice but to keep the toes of both feet together, and the figure whirls.

That palm force is like a suction cup on the wall, if you pull it hard in the same direction, you will be sucked tightly, but when he rotates like this, his palms are slanted out, breaking the direction of the opponent's strength, and his palms are actually withdrawn.

Xuan Dituo suddenly withdrew his strength, and the opponent's strength was no longer resisted, and then spewed out.

Relying on his superb body skills of spinning the ground like a Tudor, he put more power on his toes, turned back at a very fast speed, and retreated a foot away.

Even so, he couldn't completely avoid the huge force that hit his face. The moment the thick fog burst in front of him, his small figure was swept up quickly, and he hit the ground more than ten feet straight before "plopping" to the ground.

Although Xuan Di Tuo was thrown with staring eyes and dizzy head, fortunately, his extremely fast spinning body technique has released most of the huge force. As for the serious injury.

Therefore, enduring the pain of the heavy fall, he turned over on the spot and wanted to get up. At this moment, he saw something floating towards him from the thick fog.

His eyes darkened, he didn't know his emotions well, and he hurriedly rolled on the spot, trying to escape.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly floating thing, as his figure moved extremely quickly in the air, he rolled repeatedly, and finally was firmly covered inside.

While struggling, Xuan Dituo wanted to tear off the black cloth bag that was covering him.

However, the cloth was covered by external force, and before his hands touched the cloth, he was forcefully forced back by that force.

Xuan Dituo is flexible and superior, but his strength must be exhausted by his body. The stiffness lasted for a long time, and gradually stopped. With the withdrawal of his arms, the cloth bag was slowly shrinking and approaching.

As the cloth bag gradually became smaller, the air inside became thinner and thinner. Xuan Dituo only felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

At the critical moment, he supported himself with all his strength, and shouted: "Are you Master Yan Luo, the owner of Rakshasa Island? Stop quickly, I am a good friend of your uncle's disciple Sha Moke, and I came here specially to find you. Let me know!"

An old woman's gloomy voice came from outside and said: "Oh! Shamoke, I'm going to ask him why the government wants to incite the Central Plains martial arts to attack my Raksha Island! Do you know if he is involved this time? "

Xuan Dituo hurriedly said: "No, no! We are all here to help you, how can we participate! You let me out quickly, let's go find him together, he is waiting for you at your residence at the foot of the mountain!"

The woman pondered for a while, but she didn't feel the strength in her hand slightly retracted. As if she had been amnesty, Xuan Dituo supported the front with one hand, and took out something from her waist with the other hand, and opened it instantly.

In the dark bag, a bright flower cluster suddenly appeared. With the sound of "Chi Chi", the black cloth behind Xuan Dituo was torn immediately, and he rolled over and broke free from the cloth bag.

Hearing the voice of the woman in front, he said angrily, "Who are you, you bastard? How dare you tear the sacrificial robe of my Patriarch Yan Luo!"

Xuan Di Tuo stood there, with a group of extremely bright flowers "hissing" in each of his hands up and down.

He looked at the white-haired old woman holding a wooden staff in one hand, and said with a sharp and strange smile: "So you are the old demon Yan Luo of Raksha Island! I am indeed Shamoke's friend, Yulongwei Jinwei Xuandituo! But I He wasn't sent to help you today, but he was sent to kill you! Humph"

Patriarch Yan Luo snorted coldly and said, "Yulongwei Jinwei? You are quite famous, but in the eyes of your patriarch, you are nothing more than an eagle dog of the imperial court! It is not worth mentioning at all! Get out of here! Let Sha Moko come to see me!"

Xuan Dituo gave another strange laugh and said: "It was just my carelessness that let your old witch take advantage of you! Now, I have the twelve revolving knives in my hand. If you want to see Lord Shamoke, you must pass by me first." One off!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his toes, and in the blink of an eye, the two flower clusters in his hands made a "hissing" sound, and rushed straight to Master Yan Luo.

She snorted coldly, and pushed out the wooden staff horizontally in her hand, and a powerful force came out, instantly resisting Xuan Dituo's two fierce rotating knives.

It forced his feet to flutter, and he had to retreat again and again.

Xuan Dituo let out a strange "giggle" smile, and pressed the knife flower in his hand against the opponent's force, and he simply jumped up.

When suspended in the air, he quickly withdrew the flower cluster, drew two brilliant bright arcs in the air, and headed straight to the face of Patriarch Yan Luo.

Patriarch Yan Luo raised his wooden stick to meet her, but from between the two clusters of flowers, two clusters of light shot out, approaching her eyes.

At this time, the distance between the two is less than five feet, and the light is extremely fast, arriving in an instant.

Patriarch Yan Luo couldn't help being surprised, with a whistling in his mouth, one turned upside down, and saw two bright revolving knives flying out from the tip of her nose one after another through the air.

Patriarch Yan Luo's figure was not stable, but Xuan Dituo had already moved behind her, raised his hand to take back the two revolving knives, and at the same time gave a stern and strange smile, several rays of light broke away from the flower cluster and poured out at Patriarch Yan Luo.

Patriarch Yan Luo knew that his rotary knives were extremely fast, so he didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly stepped forward and twisted his body in the air.

Xuan Dituo took back several revolving knives, and suddenly the wind blew up above his head, and he hurriedly raised the revolving knives to meet them.

Unexpectedly, the wooden stick was as powerful as a god, and it was continuously pressed down. Xuan Dituo's legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Master Yan Luo said coldly in the air: "Yulongwei and Jinwei really have some tricks! Why did you kneel down? Did you admit defeat? But there is still time to admit defeat! Old woman, I can leave you as a dead body!"