Everyone voted today not for 12, but for nine knives.

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The "Book of Changes" practiced by Yang Zhao was originally taught by Yang Guang. The martial arts of the father and son were the same. Even though the paths they took were quite different, they were all the same. After personally experiencing the power of the sixty-four hexagrams, even though they were far from being able to understand the mystery of it completely, they had to imitate two or three palm techniques in a hurry, which was really easy for Yang Zhao to reverse the palm. This "Da Zhuang" palm was so powerful that it was a dignified formation. The righteous army, combined with Yang Zhao's royal bloodline, could wield its power to the fullest. In addition, the divine handed immortal soldiers were not afraid of evil poisons, and could swing all their strength without any scruples. With a palm out, a red shadow rolled, and the ferocious beast Fire Kirin appeared suddenly, burning Tang Siwen's body of poisonous fog and black gas, and his momentum completely gained the upper hand.

He killed himself and was unable to avoid it. The human-shaped monster roared in a strange way, and his arms were so thick that they were completely disproportionate to their bodies, and they closed in the middle like two door panels. The strange and dull sound of "pop" in the lightning, Tang Siwen's huge body weighing more than 300 pounds was pulled up by the palm force, and hissing roared back and flew backwards. Then, "boom" hit the wall of the double dragon playing with pearl stones more than half a foot thick. Lei Tian's "Da Zhuang" had a fierce and powerful palm power that exploded completely. In an instant, the sand and stone wall collapsed, and the extremely hard marble screen wall was completely smashed to pieces, burying Tang Siwen alive, ignoring life and death. The dust and sand and stone chips in the sky were raised high, covering their gaze blur.

Could it be that this monster, which looks like a human and seventy-sixty-sixty-sixty-sixty-sixty-sixty-ghost, can't even bear Yang Zhao's palm, and buried the loess?

Impossible! It would not be so bad. Yang Zhao, who still maintained his palm-out posture and stood still without moving, looked strange, but he never relaxed at all because his card face was the best. The God-handed Immortal Soldier was a wonderful structure. Even if he put it on his hand, each Shenxing who covered his fingertips could still clearly feel the various feelings he deserved, as if it was another layer of his own skin. So Yang Zhao clearly felt that the moment when Lei Tian "dazhuang" his palm hit Tang Siwen's arms, the tentacles were both hard and tough, like a mat made of thick cowhide mixed with rubber, but it was not like the musculoskeleton that humans should have. After tens of his palm power was blasted up, it was hard to say how much he could really bear.

Surprise and astonishment flashed in his heart. Even though he had not figured out what was going on, Yang Zhao could not allow him to think carefully. The bricks and stones after the collapse of the screen wall weighed several tons. Although they were all piled on Tang Siwen's head, it was impossible to take the life of this human-shaped monster. Even in the blink of an eye, the sand and stone piles could no longer make "rustling" sounds. Yang Zhao frowned and then sneered coldly. He exhaled his breath with a "huh" and rushed up to Cheli, raised his palm to slap at the Baihui point above his head, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, concentrate on one's mind and absorb the skills I have passed on." The pure Xuanmen True Qi of the Xuanjian of the Yijing immediately poured down.

Originally, the Six Divine Arts were shocking, but even if the Tang Sect Jue Du was powerful, they could not do anything to the authentic sect of Jile. Unfortunately, each of the five tribes had to teach one move, and could not change the moves accordingly due to changes in the battle situation. If you encounter an enemy with equal strength, you will suffer a great loss first. The Bodhisattvas learned by Che Li are powerful in killing power, and they must fight against poison and heal the wounds but the medicine is not right. Despite trying their best to activate the internal breath, the Tang Sect Jue Du still turned into a dark green blood line, which could not move up along the arm, and it seemed that it had already crawled over the elbow. Once this dark green blood line rose through the armpit, it would be useless even if it did not die.

Yang Zhao's help came in time. The Xuanjian of the Book of Changes was the authentic master of the Xuanmen, and the spiritual power of the Divine Hand Immortal Soldier was the vicious nemesis of the evil. Che Li's body trembled slightly, and his originally painful and tense facial features were slightly relaxed, and the dark green blood line fell back quickly at a level visible to the naked eye. Che Li closed his eyes and worked hard, and felt relieved, and he felt quite aggrieved.

As a member of the five tribes, he was highly powerful and arrogant. Apart from his master and four fellow disciples, he had no other sons. Even though Yang Xuangan had always been the strongest among the young masters in the world, Che Li was confident that he could still beat the other half a foot. Unexpectedly, his battle at the Wu'an Escort Agency just now made him realize that both Yang Xuangan and Yang Zhao had already left him behind. Yang Xuangan was fine, but Yang Zhao was obviously just a piece of material that he could easily put into one hand half a year ago. It was incredible that he had made such a rapid progress in just half a year.

Yang Zhao was the grandson of the dynasty and the prince granted by the court. He had a noble status. He was also highly valued by his master Maha Ye Huan. It seems that it is not impossible to take over as the next master of the Jile Sect. Che Li knew that even if his master wanted to pass on his robe and mantle, he would not choose from the five tribes, so he did not feel jealous. But even so, competing for strength is a common human nature, and Che Li was inevitable. Seeing that someone who was far inferior to him in the past suddenly caught up and threw him off, he certainly didn't say it, but he felt in his heart.

It is true that it is true that it is unknown. At this time, Tang Siwen suddenly appeared in the palace of the King of Henan and started a massacre. Yu Gong and Che Li consciously stepped forward to protect this junior brother who was valued by his master. For personal reasons, he felt that it was necessary to stand up to let Yang Zhao know that his senior brother was not an optional idle and decoration. Therefore, Yang Zhao had just kicked out a strong horse to test, and Che Li was eager to attack, trying to clean up the human-shaped monster in one go.

Unexpectedly, the result was counterproductive. Tang Siwen's skin was strong and tough and unafraid of attack. He was extremely strong and was so agile that he was completely disproportionate to his huge body. In addition, he was very poisonous all over his body, which was actually a nearly perfect killing tool. Even though Che Li had tried his best, he still lost. In the end, Yang Zhao's help was needed to drive away the poison in his body. He felt like he had knocked over the grocery store, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty and mixed with sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, and I really don't know how it felt.

In a moment, dark green poisonous water slowly oozed out from the car's fingers and condensed into beads, and it was still dripping. As long as the water droplets fell to the ground and the poisonous substance left the body, the life was snatched back from the hands of the bullhead and horse face. However, at this moment, the pile of bricks and stones that had been quiet for a few seconds on the opposite side suddenly exploded from the inside out. Two big hands, as thick as iron shovels, spreading a ton of piles of rubble, creating a way for themselves.

The murderous monster stood up, lowered his head and stared at the person who almost got buried alive, and roared: "Yang, Yang Zhao~!" The voice had not stopped. Tang Siwen, who looked like a human and seven points, clenched his fists and rushed forward with a rushing force. With a weight of hundreds of pounds and his fighting spirit, even if a single horse was a single horse, his aura was even better than that of thousands of horses. The senior brothers of the five tribes were shocked at the same time as the ground, and the poison immediately had a tendency to reverse infiltration into his fingertips' skin. Yang Zhao noticed that the inner breath in the other party's body was in a turbulent manner, and immediately urged his internal strength and whispered: "Cheng Nian Shouyuan, don't be distracted by external affairs."

Tang Siwen didn't run fast, but the distance between them was not too far. Seeing that the enemy was getting closer and closer, Che Li was anxious and couldn't help but say, "It's okay for me to do it. Junior brother, let go and deal with that monster."

"But just a poisonous bull. It's more than enough to deal with it even if it only takes half a force." Yang Zhao said it easily, but he knew that the success or failure of expelling the poison for Che Li was at this moment. If he let go now, the poison will inevitably be reversed and invade Che Li's internal organs, then he will be considered a real god and cannot save it. For the nine-ren mountain, he must never fail, and he can only take risks.

As the mind turned, the murderous monster had approached hissing, and it hissed loudly, raised its fists and used the powerful force of the acceleration of the impact and blew violently into its chest. Its power was more than ten thousand equally. Mingyue in the distance was so shattered that she saw it, and she exclaimed in a burst of voice: "A Zhao!" She had a crying voice.

"Pooh~" sounded again, and the three figures suddenly merged and split. Yang Zhao had one palm and two postures, Xun Feng You mixed Duize Xuan, and used his huge force to pull Che Li off the ground. The two of them flew back several feet at the same time, not only not injured, but even their postures did not change. Such an oddity, even if Tang Siwen had only a violent murderous thought in his mind at this moment, it also taught him to be shocked. However, this extremely simple mind would never think about why. His fists roared angrily, swaying the poisonous wind and scattered. The murderous monster regrouped and chased forward and aimed at Yang Zhao and Che Li.

Yang Zhao responded calmly, and his single palm transformed into tens of millions, and naturally sprinkled as he felt. He cut forward and swept backward and blocked left and right and refused to remove the upper and lower, which was the infinite rain of the Four Symbols' mysterious skill. He did not seek merit but did not make mistakes. He moved and removed the strength cleverly. He first stood firmly invincible power, and then carefully observed Tang Siwen's seemingly flawless battle body. He must first find its hidden weakness before he could kill the right disease with one blow. During the storm of wind and thunder, he fought for more than 30 moves in succession, and the killing monster was breathing

He had to use it all, and he had to take the initiative to retreat. His arms, like copper-cast iron, trembled slightly, and his meridians had been invaded by the spiritual power of the God-handed Immortal Soldiers, and the damage was not light. However, this monster fought with a fierce battle, and the more it burned, the more it became more and more powerful, so it doubled its killing power. The deep "gua~" roared strangely, and Tang Siwen was filled with poisonous fog, and he flew over the air, and used the force of Mount Tai to press the top to smash it hard with two whip mallets. Before the fierce move came, the wind had already hurt his face!

The last drop of dark green poisonous water dripped on the ground, and the poison was finally completed. Che Li did not hesitate, and his toes quickly flicked and retreated. Yang Zhao, who had his hands regained freedom at the same time, turned around and faced the strong enemy head-on, exhaling and singing, and his fists came out, as if it was ruthless thunder again. But this move should have been as fast as thunder to sway the violent explosive power contained in it. But at this moment, Yang Zhao's movements were not only as slow as a word "fast", but were as slow as a turtle crawling, and almost no power at all.

The heart that had just been relieved suddenly raised its throat again. In an instant, Che Li almost thought that this junior brother had consumed too much to help him drive away the poison, which led to his original killing trick. As the rabbit rose and fell, Yang Zhao and Tang Siwen intersected three times today, silently, and each other froze at the same time. Only three snaps later, the shock wave like a tsunami collapse exploded, sweeping backwards towards the murderous monster. The black poisonous fog was blown away.

Without a trace, Tang Siwen's body was covered in vain, his hideous and ugly face was full of fear, and he screamed and staggered backwards. The muscles on his right arm, which was raised high, bursting, exposing the broken white bones inside, and the dark green poisonous blood splattered wildly. The body, like a giant in the wilderness, was like Buzhou Mountain destroyed by Gonggong, fell backwards. "Bang~" a loud noise, dust flew, and the entire ground trembled, just like a small earthquake.

The battle situation changed instantly, and in the blink of an eye it was a drastic change of 180 degrees. Che Li was stunned and could hardly believe everything his eyes saw. He stared at Yang Zhao's soft fist with his eyes curled up and murmured: "This... how is this possible? How is it possible? Junior brother, what kind of martial arts are you just using?"

"The Four Symbols Mysterious Art is just a ruthless thunder." Yang Zhao put away his fists, breathed "huh~" and continued, "When I was just now, did you use it once?"

"Yang Xuangan? No." Che Li shook his head and said, "You punched quickly and fiercely when dealing with Yang Xuangan. It is natural to have that kind of power. But how could it be the same move just now?"

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Slow and soft may not mean that there is no power. It should be noted that 'nothing in the world is weaker than water, and no one can defeat the strong, and it cannot be changed.' The monster's transformation of the battle body is strong and tough, and its resistance is amazing. If you attack with a strong and fast fist, the effect will be half the result with twice the result. Therefore, I changed to slow fist to deal with it, which can send all the power into his body and then destroy it from the inside out, and teach him that he cannot remove it. This is 'the most strong and invincible, and the slow and strong'."

"You can actually have such completely different changes in the same move..." Che Li sighed, feeling awkward in his heart. In an instant, he realized that his achievements might be no longer comparable to this junior brother in his life. It is conceivable that the frustration in his heart was a vague feeling. But at the same time, he felt glad.

As long as you firmly cling to this backer, even if your master Mahaye returns in the future, what else will you be afraid of? Is this senior brother who is inferior to one person and above ten thousand people?

All kinds of distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, and his expression changed accordingly, but he ignored the things outside his body. Suddenly, Yang Zhao lowered his "Huh" softly, and said in a very confusing tone: "Senior Brother Che Li, look."

Che Li raised his head and asked, "Why..." Before he finished speaking, he was shocked. The murderous monster who was seriously injured and dizzy, suddenly made a sound of "Jiji Gege" and his huge body kept shrinking. He was originally more than two and a half meters tall, but in the blink of an eye, it shrank to only about 1.8 meters. Most of the purple-black poison gas on the surface of his body also dissipated, revealing excessively pale skin.

Two authentic masters of Jile looked at each other and were shocked and shocked. Yang Zhao frowned and said, "The monster of the Tang Sect cannot be kept." He took two steps forward, aimed his right palm at Tang Siwen's head, and the golden light of the "Li" hexagram appeared in his palm. Just as he was about to take a strong shot, he suddenly heard the "swish" sound of breaking through the air in his ear. Che Li shouted in his ears at the same time, "Junior brother, be careful!" The sound did not stop, but the light and shadow flashed.

The sharp long sword with a flashing cold light flew out of the air and rushed to the sky. The "snatch" land was just inserted in front of Tang Siwen, separating him and Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao looked back in the direction of the long sword flying, only to see a slender and graceful woman walking out of the gate of the palace. She had a nice face, but her face was as pale as paper. Her right arm broke from her elbow, and only one arm was left. Yang Zhao could see clearly and couldn't help but blurt out: "Tang... Mingyue?"

"Yes... it's me. Prince, please... please keep your mercy." Tang Mingyue, the only remaining seven evil spirits of the Tang people, held the wall and gasped, and said intermittently: "We, we have a major military situation... report to each other."

"Major military situation?" Yang Zhao shouted coldly: "What tricks does the Tang Sect want to play?"
Chapter completed!