Martial Arts: Chased by Extinct Old Ni at the beginning

"Amitabha, the one used by the benefactor, but the Dali Duan family's one yang finger?"

"Wrong, my master is using the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the divine monk is so ignorant!"

"It turned out to be a lost martial art from the previous dynasty."

"According to my Shaolin ancient records, only a certain ancestor of the Duan family in Dali, named Duan Yu, used to use it. Master, be careful!"

Since Duan Feng made a move, he didn't intend to save face for Shaolin.

The fingers kept moving.

But although Kongjian couldn't see it, he had to move to avoid it.

Even if they couldn't dodge, the golden light flashed, and they were all resisted by the King Kong's indestructible body.

It's just that the cassock on his body has a few more holes.

The six-meridian sword can hurt people invisible.

He didn't aim at Kongjian's key point, otherwise even if King Kong is not bad, there is still a chance.

The Shaolin monk was defeated, and he was in a bit of a panic.

Duan Feng became interested, and suddenly used a palm with his right hand.

Several Wudang masters suddenly said: "Isn't this my Wudang Mian Palm, but it looks like the Emei palm technique."

"Uncle, I'm afraid it's Mr. Duan who has seen the master use it, so he absorbed it for his own use."

Although the voices of some Wudang disciples were low, they were also heard by some Jianghu masters.

Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple had a gloomy expression on his face.

If this goes on like this, I'm afraid I'll be exhausted to death.

"Brother, use the powerful vajra finger!"

The sound was transmitted to the field, Duan Feng chuckled, Ling Bo followed him with small steps, and was injected with five points of internal energy.

The speed is increased to the extreme.

As soon as Kong Jian divine monk reacted, Duan Feng's fingers were already less than one centimeter away from him.

"Amitabha, Master Duan has good skills and internal strength, the poor monk lost!"

The heroes were in an uproar.

Even eminent monks such as Shaolin lost in the competition.

No one will think that it is empty water.

After all, Duan Feng's methods are too outlandish.

People have never heard of it, and they have seen it.

Even though I have only heard of this name, there has never been any description record.

The Wudang heroes looked at each other, feeling a little terrified.

Watching Duan Feng not reach the weak crown.

They were indescribably shocked to be able to beat a monk in Shaolin.

Duan Feng withdrew his fingers, looked around, cupped his hands and said, "Which other monk is going to fight."

Kong Wen put down his Zen stick, and took a knife from the monk beside him.

Step forward.

Kong Jian said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, be careful, this kid's kung fu is so eloquent, it looks like Nine Yang Kung Fu!"

"Could it be the Emei Nine Suns Art, but it will never have such an effect."

"The old monk can't tell. I'm afraid I, Shaolin, will suffer a crushing defeat today."

Kong Jian looked a little frustrated.

He originally thought that he would be able to beat Duan Feng in the end.

It's a pity that we lost.

Even if he kept dodging in front, he couldn't catch Duan Feng's move head-on.

"This kid can do two things at once, and his talent is amazing. I really don't know whether it will be good or bad in the future."

Although there was admiration in his words, his eyes could not stop looking at the Emei Sect behind the monks of Shaolin Temple.

It was also the first time for Miejue Shitai to see Duan Feng possess such miraculous skills, and felt aggrieved.

Such a disciple, who was supposed to be assisted by Emei, was brought into this field by her.

Who is to blame.

Duan Feng glanced at Kongwen, made a gesture of invitation, and said loudly: "I heard that in Shaolin Temple, there is a martial art called Vajra Immortal Kungfu. Those who practice it can not be afraid of external attacks. Then the monk Kongwen, please make a move." Bar!"

With the former lesson.

Kong Wen couldn't afford to lose, so he could only grit his teeth and step forward.

"Duan Benefactor's miraculous skills are world-class, could it be that he can only do some fingering!"

"Hey, great monk, your aggressive tactics are too low-end, which master borrows a sword!"

The smile on Duan Feng's face disappeared.

He knew it.

The Shaolin monk was obviously instigating, and at the same time wanted to fight him in close quarters.

That's what he wanted.

Today, Duan Feng is going to use Shaolin and Emei to demonstrate his martial arts skills.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and the future is still long.

But chances like this may not come many times.

Duan Feng vowed not to be human this time if he didn't make the extermination old thief Ni cry.