King of Supernatural Power

The spirit under the stage is also for the phase free to hold a sweat, in that moment, closed eyes, all the heart head can not say what taste.

The junior brother in charge of kitchen was looking at them at the valley. If they really lost this time, the days after

Bang

A startling noise frightened the spirit. When he opened his eyes and looked, the scene in front of him let his heart hang down.

No appearance still stands on the stage, but the body is already on the edge of the platform?

Two people on the stage don't speak and look at each other quietly.

Empty valley just now is not blinking, what happened he saw clearly.

When I was careless, I really surprised the valley. I thought I couldn't go through three moves without heart. But from the current situation, I guess it wrong?

The heartless foot really kicked on the body of the non phase, but at that moment, the whole body was covered by a layer of golden light, and took this step hard?

After a few steps forward, the body stood steadily on the edge of the table.

If nothing is not a solid effort, be attacked by the heart of success, has been kicked out of the office, now the end is the best.

"You..." For a long time, a word came out of the mouth without appearance, and his face was very ugly.

Next second, golden Zen stick has been held in hand, suddenly, a myriad of wand images are suddenly miraged over the past.

Shame, absolute shame. No longer in the mood to be carefree, his eyes only left angry.

No heart or politeness, hand move, pull out a half of the wood from the bosom, dry yellow, can not see what is different.

Throw it in the air, and pick up the weird French print on your hand?

With the formation of the French printing, the half of the dead wood emitted a soft light, dribbling in the air two times, but also illusions out countless shadows, like the golden Zen stick up.

"What's going on. What is that thing. " Empty spirit frowns to ask, do not know is to ask the person around, or is asking oneself.

Surprised people are not only the spirit, Prajna in the moment of the emergence of the ghost wood also moved?

Eyebrows gently wrinkled up, but eyes fell on Zhang xiaobase.

The moment the ghost wood and golden Zen stick meet, they tremble together immediately, even without falling down the wind.

Looking at the golden Zen stick, but there was no stop on the hand. Suddenly, the hands changed constantly. The last move of the great King Kong hand, the shadow of the hand had been formed, like the heart was covered in the past.

For the first time, he left his heart in his hands. This time, he used his best to hide. The shadow of the sky had already covered his carelessness. It was impossible to escape.

The empty valley frowned, and suddenly shouted out, "no heart, can not come down, we are cooking, not disgraceful, you have been very strong."

I heard this sentence from Uncle Wu Xiang. My nose was slightly crooked, and a roar increased some strength.

But it's just at this time. The unconscious trapped in the palm suddenly disappeared, and the whole person almost disappeared in an instant.

Even the people under the platform did not see exactly what happened, only saw countless pieces of shadow.

The shadow of the naked hand hit the table, and the dust was flying.

In his hesitation, a roar came from behind him. A palm has been photographed, the voice is huge, even weaker than him.

"Be careful." The air screamed.

No look back, last time has suffered losses, he had already had preparation in his heart, and suddenly turned around, two hands parallel push out, and the heartless clapped hands hit together.

In a moment, the mountain broke down, two people fell out at the same time, fell on the steps, a mouth, two people at the same time spray out a breath of blood?

The golden Zen stick fell on the ground, and the ghost wood was not good anywhere, and it fell on the ground.

Two people struggle to get up, but they haven't got up for half a day. It seems that just now, they have tried hard to make every effort.

There was silence under the stage, and for a long time no one spoke.

Just when we didn't know what to do, an old monk came over and looked around. Suddenly, the light on his hand flashed and waved around. The two men flew to him at the same time.

The old monk pressed his hands on both men's heads at the same time, and the painful expression on the two faces disappeared in a flash.

After a quarter of an hour, both of them returned to normal, and the old monk also received the skill.

"Tongtian temple has your descendants. Good things." Said the old monk.

"I think it's a draw?" Prajna on the stage came up with a word.

The old monk nodded after listening.

"You two go down and have a rest. This is a draw." The old monk said faintly.

No sincere not to be convinced, gas Dudu step down.

Heartless is full of heart, the smile on the face of anyone can see."Elder martial brother, you are so good that you even drew with that talented disciple." No praise.

"Low key, low profile." Master Konggu mouth with a smile, resist the impulse to jump up said. But his eyes looked like elder martial brother Kong Ling in the distance.

The spirit also felt the vision of empty valley, glared fiercely, then ignored.

The competition was one after another, but it was nothing strange. When it was Zhang Xiaojian's turn, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

And he is called ruthless, is also a martial uncle under the proud disciple, and Wuxiang almost as famous, is also a seed player.

He is ruthless and sharp, and his face doesn't look good.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian come to the stage, she gave a heartless sneer and said, "this younger martial brother, if you know what you are interested in, you can just throw in the towel, but I don't want to hurt you."

Zhang Xiaojian laughed and said, "I'd like to learn from my elder martial brother."

"If you don't see the coffin, don't blame me for my ruthlessness." A long stick has already appeared in my hand when I speak mercilessly.

I can't tell what kind of material the stick is made of. It has an ancient flavor.

Long stick in the air to draw an arc, instant closure, like Zhang Xiaojian over.

However, Zhang Xiaojian did not move and did not make any defense.

"Master, be careful. It's Dharma stick and magic ring." I don't know who called out below.

But it is late, the golden halo has covered Zhang Xiaojian, and is constantly shrinking.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaojian's finger tip suddenly appeared a golden light, three inches long, very casual like a golden halo.

This move, mercilessly saw, the corner of the mouth showed a trace of ironic smile.

How can the sorcery ring be cracked casually? It's a joke.

The thought just appeared, the smile on his face was stagnant, and the cold sweat had fallen down his forehead.