Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1512 Emei War (2)

After all the Emei disciples retreated, the old man Baihu carried his back on his back with one hand, and stretched forward with the other, making a very simple opening gesture, and said: "In my opinion, killing people by force is a stupid and bloody thing. The helpless thing is that today is different from the past, the old man has no choice but to kill himself in order to protect himself, anyone who is not afraid of death, just come up."

Many people present had seen old man Baihu's martial arts, and knew that what he said was definitely not a threat.Back then, when the old man Baihu competed with Fusang's two masters, Chisa Yonekura and Yuichi Kurosawa, it seemed like a tie.But in fact, the old man Baihu suffered a lot in that competition.

Yonekura Chizuo and Kurosawa Yuu wanted to kill him everywhere, but he only made a real fire at the last moment.If it was really going to be a life-and-death battle, how could Chisa Yonekura and Yuichi Kurosawa be opponents of the old man Baihu.

The old man Baihu has launched a murderous plan now, and once he makes a move, it will definitely be a ground-breaking shock.Of the people present, I am afraid that there may not be one person who can take it.The consequences of not being able to bear it may be miserable, and even if you don't die, you will never have the power to play again.

Under such circumstances, with so many people in the audience, no one dared to step forward to fight for a while.

Zhuo Silong originally wanted to try to see how good the old man Baihu was, but he met Fang Jianming and Di Kuangtian successively, his arrogance had already been worn away, and he knew that if he missed, in front of all these people In front of people, I can't get off the stage, so I hold back.

Monk Peng also wanted to make a move, but he was scheming. Judging from the previous confrontation between the Supreme Patriarch and the Old Man Baihu, the Supreme Patriarch who was wearing the invisibility cloak was "shocked" by the Old Man Baihu. It's a little taller than the Supreme Patriarch, but after all, it can't match the old man Baihu.

Therefore, while staring at the old man Baihu intently, he was thinking about what kind of style of play would be more efficient.

After the field was silent for a while, Monk Peng had a plan, turned around slightly, searched quickly with his eyes, pointed at one person, and said, "Go up."

The man was a man in his fifties, his temples were bulging, and he could tell from a glance that his inner strength was quite deep.

"Me?" the man changed color.

Monk Peng said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's you, hurry up!"

The man didn't dare not to listen, he secretly greeted Monk Peng's old lady in his heart, and with a sway, he jumped on the old man Baihu and shouted: "I will fight with you."

The old man Baihu smiled faintly, and didn't even look at the man's palms. Seeing that the man's palms were about to fall on him, he suddenly struck with one hand. The move was extremely simple, but this seemed to be an understatement. His style is full of supreme martial arts.

There was only a "click", and the man's arms snapped instantly, his face was ashen, and he flew backwards through the air, shooting directly over the heads of the crowd, presumably he would not survive.

At this moment, Monk Peng approached the old man Baihu silently, and slapped his chest with his palm.Monk Peng had a sneak attack in mind, he moved quickly and struck hard, naturally he did his best.If his opponent wasn't a master of the old Baihu's level, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

With a "bang", Monk Peng slapped firmly with his palm. Unfortunately, his palm did not hit the old man Baihu, but the palm that the old man was carrying behind him.When the old man Baihu took out this hand from behind, no one in the audience could see clearly.

A wave of air blew up, and the old man Baihu's legs went limp, and with a strange divine light in his eyes, he took three steps back. Every time he took a step back, an inch-deep footprint would be left on the ground.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition flooded Monk Peng's heart, causing his complexion to change drastically, and he wanted to break free from the palm of the old man Baihu, but it was already a step too late.

The old man Baihu exhaled and shouted suddenly: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, Monk Peng really flew out, turned over a dozen somersaults in mid-air, and retreated seven steps in a row after landing.With a shake of his figure, he sat on the ground with a face like gold paper, raised his arm and pointed at the old man Baihu, and said: "You..." He wanted to say "what kind of martial arts are you using", but only said "you" , A mouthful of blood spewed out quickly.

Seeing this, Zhuo Silong and Supreme Patriarch's expressions changed greatly, but they also expected that the old man Baihu suffered some internal injuries.How could the two of them let go of such an opportunity, together, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards the old man Baihu.

The old white tiger laughed loudly, he didn't seem to be injured, he was as mighty as an old man, he fought with Zhuo Silong and the Supreme Patriarch with his left palm and right fist.

Although Zhuo Silong didn't have a sword in his hand, his fingers were the sword, and his person was the sword. Every time he made a move, there would be a strange sound of sword energy splitting the air.The Supreme Patriarch's fighting style is varied, no matter it is Taoist martial arts or Buddhist martial arts, he can do it easily, no matter how ordinary a move is, it can also produce extremely powerful power.

Many people wanted to step forward to intervene, but with the three of them as the center, within three feet, there was a wall of qi, and no one dared to act rashly.

In a blink of an eye, Zhuo Silong and the Supreme Patriarch jointly attacked the old man Baihu with dozens of moves.Within a square inch, the old man Baihu's figure turned quickly, going wherever he wanted, like the reincarnation of "Nezha with Eight Arms", going up, down, forward, back, left, right, no matter whether Zhuo Silong or the Supreme Patriarch From whichever direction the move was made, the old man Baihu used ingenious moves to defuse it.

During the fierce fight, Zhuo Silong thought he saw a flaw in the old man Baihu's body, he poked it out with a strong sword aura, but unexpectedly the old man Baihu struck faster, he stretched out his palm to block it from an unexpected angle.

Zhuo Silong knew that his skill was not as good as the old man Baihu's, he wanted to change his moves, but the old man Baihu had already guessed it, and suddenly extended his arm by one foot.Zhuo Silong was shocked, and retreated violently. During the violent retreat, the sword energy on his fingers did not decrease by a single bit.

In an instant, the old man Baihu's arm stretched forward, although it was only stretched three inches this time, it had already bumped into Zhuo Silong's finger firmly.

The moment the fingers touched the palm, Zhuo Silong felt that the fingers seemed to be frozen by the ice, and it spread all over his body in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help but sneezed.After the sneeze, a stream of qi and blood surged up, and two streams of fresh blood flowed out along the nostrils.

"What a strong palm!"

Zhuo Silong yelled, retreated in a flash, his face was pale, and he sat down slowly.The finger, however, had already been broken and fell to the ground.Where the finger was broken, there was no trace of blood flowing out, but was covered by a layer of ice.It is not difficult to imagine that Zhuo Silong is suffering from a piercing pain at this time.

(End of this chapter)