Infinite invasion of American comics

boom--

Bahba——

The stopped figure suddenly pierced the rain curtain, fell to the ground, crushed the green bricks, and was pushed backwards to create a ravine.

The moment the rain fell on the stagnant water, it rippled, and the water splashed when you stepped on it. The raindrops fell on the palace robe of the white-haired figure, and there was a faint sound of "chichi" on the hair, as if it had fallen on a flame and been evaporated, and clouds of white air rose up.

"Your martial arts are very high?"

The voice became hoarse slowly, and in one sentence, it changed from male to female, old to young, which was extremely weird.

.....

Behind, everyone was in shock. Xiao Ping'er naturally knew what happened from other people's mouths. He pinched his palms with his fingers and bit his lips, with a worried look in his eyes.

"...Yes...there are all sentient beings."

"He entered...the third level of the realm...why didn't I notice any signs?"

Worry flashed in his eyes, and he bit his lips and finally said something: "...Why are you training different from me...completely different...What is going on?" , Could it be that the bitch Helian Ruxue, the leader of the Moyun Sect, didn’t give me... the altered secret book at all?"

She raised her head suddenly, obviously understanding something.

Xiao Ping'er endured the pain caused by the injury and stood up. Bai Ning's figure over there stretched out his arm and sucked his palm into a claw.

——Evil* returns to vitality and attracts stars.

"You...you...don't come..."

Huang Lan, who was lying on his back, had no time to struggle to get up. The broken bricks beside him suddenly started to shake. A suction force came from two or three feet away. His body shook randomly and he struggled to stand up, being dragged by invisible internal force. Forcefully move the open palm.

Snapped!

There was a slight sound, and the slender white palms grabbed the other person's face. Facing the faceless figure, Huang Lan closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look over. At this time, his courage was almost broken.

"Are you very good at martial arts?" Many different voices converged into one voice and filled his ears again.

During the struggle, his fingers grabbed fiercely, and the young man named Huang Lan let out a heart-breaking roar. Something seemed to tear his body apart and moved around in his body. A stream of his own internal force was constantly flowing back and gathering. head, then flow into the center of the other person's palm.

A moment later, there was another loud noise amid the screams.

bang——

In the end, the young man whose inner strength was extracted was thrown up and hit on the chest with a palm, and he flew out again.

With a crash, a ravine was created again in the broken bluestone bricks, even deeper than before. Huang Lan was limp and weak, lying there, coughing loudly, with blood overflowing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. , the scarlet blood soaked his whole body in red.

Bai Ning's figure walked over slowly, trembling all over.

"Admiral, stop!!"

The sound cut through the rainy night, and a figure rushed over to stop Bai Ning who was advancing, but the latter just waved his hand over——

bah—

The monk's robes fluttered, and Zhihui suddenly made a move to reach the opponent. The moment his palms twisted and twisted, they landed in front of Huang Lan, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha... The admiral has too much resentment in his heart, and it is difficult to let it go. Let go of the hatred in your heart first, and the poor monk is willing to enlighten the Admiral."

"Get out of the way..." Overlapping voices, mixed voices of men, women, old and young, came from Wu Mian.

"This person knows the whereabouts of Bodhidharma's body and cannot die... Admiral, please wake up."

"Step aside...."

He raised his arm, Wu Mian moved slightly, and roared fiercely: "Without Xifu...what do I want with that dead body...what do I want with it!!!"

The moment the sleeves of the robe danced, the broken bricks blew and scattered, the raindrops fell and were diverted, and the palms of the hands pushed straight out, forming a trace of the opening and closing of the rain curtain. In the dim rain, a little further away, the cassock was shaken open, and he also spread out a palm, and 'smacked' the opponent twice, the moment of separation.

Bai Ning stepped on the green bricks, waved his sleeves, and the bricks that broke and jumped were densely packed and shot towards the Shaolin abbot. Zhihui also struck out with a palm as usual. In the midst of everyone's astonishment, the force of the palm that was pushed out suddenly shook. , almost unnoticeably turned into two palms.

Suddenly, the two palms changed again, four palms, eight palms... sixteen palms.

The palms spread out one after another, and everyone was almost dazzled for a moment. They heard the crackling of flying stone bricks being broken and flying. The air waves rolled, and the gravel that flew a certain distance fell to the ground. Everyone For a moment, I couldn't see clearly how Abbot Zhihui launched such an amazing offensive.

Just feel dazzled.

"Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm..." Su Wanling apparently had some understanding of it when she stayed in Shaolin before, and now she exclaimed in surprise.

Li Wenwen looked at Zhihui's figure with blazing eyes and growled in a deep voice: "Don't make any noise——"

The woman just covered her mouth, but then she spoke again.

"What is that eunuch going to do!"

In the field of vision, Bai Ning rushed forward to face the opponent's secret hand shadow. His figure accelerated like a ghost, almost passing through afterimages. With each step of his toes, his body became faster, and a series of movements under his feet The stone bricks exploded, causing splashes of water and rubble.

boom boom boom-

After taking five or six steps in a row, the old monk over there suddenly took half a step back, and the shadow of his hand disappeared and turned into a palm. However, the other side also closed the distance. In a few steps, huge power took shape in Bai Ning's hands, and both sides Almost at the same time.

Everyone held their breath.

boom--

An astonishing air wave burst out, sweeping up the accumulated water, floor tiles, and rain curtains in mid-air and pushing them around with a terrifying momentum. The smiling gravel that was blown hit the faces of others, causing bruises to appear. You can imagine the two people in the center of the field withstanding the terrifying strength of each other.

At the same time, in the huge chaos, the two figures suddenly separated. Abbot Chihui's body flew back a few feet, turned over in mid-air and stood back on the ground. With a weak cough, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his chest red.

On the other side, Bai Ning also flew back more than ten steps. At the same time, a slim figure flew up behind him. His fingers quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on his back. Wuxiang's figure suddenly fell into the woman's arms.

Under the white hair, his face has returned to normal, but with fatigue and weakness.

"It's Ping'er's fault. Ping'er shouldn't have dragged you in... You didn't get anything, and you got hurt." The woman knelt down and hugged Bai Ning, crying, with tears flowing down her face. out.

The wind ruffled her hair.

Bai Ning looked at the dark sky, "What's the difference between what you did and what I did..."

I hugged the man's figure, stopped crying, looked up at him, and felt like crying with joy again, as if I had been waiting for many years and finally waited.

"...You and I are old acquaintances..."

After hearing the words, Xiao Ping'er's original smile faded a little, and tears eventually fell from the corners of her chin, mixing into the spring rain.

ps: Second update, wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day.