Zhou Botong was just a little underdog, but Guo Jing was even more difficult. He was completely beaten by Zhichao. The situation was in danger and seemed to be defeated at any time.

This also made Ling Muyun secretly surprised. Although he had seen that the martial arts of Zhiqian had a strong martial arts skills, he did not expect that he was so strong. Guo Jing was carrying the Nine Yang Divine Power, and his internal power had reached the level of acquired success. He also had two unique skills in the Great Demon-Subduing Fist and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. His strength was not much worse than in history. He was also top among first-class masters, but under Zhiqian's men, he had only the ability to resist and had no power to fight back, and he could not even resist.

Ling Muyun said: "Seventh Duke, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's go and help the boss."

"Okay, you go and help Boy Guo. I'll help the old naughty boy. I want to see how powerful this Vajra Sect Master is."

Hong Qigong nodded immediately and jumped towards the Huo Forefather Tuo in the field. As one of the five masters in the world, although he was not as crazy as Zhou Botong, he was also very interested in martial arts, otherwise he would not have the current cultivation level. Now seeing that Huo Forefather Tuo is very powerful and seems to be taking the foreign path like him, he immediately saw that Huo Forefather Tuo was happy and went directly to Huo Forefather Tuo.

"Old naughty boy, I'll help you! Old man, eat my old beggar's palm!"

In an instant, Hong Qigong rushed to the two men who were fighting fiercely. Because they were self-respecting their identities, they shouted first, and then they slapped the fire forebotuo with a "screaming" palm, and the powerful palm power suddenly came out.

Zhou Botong shouted happily: "Old beggar, it's great for you to come. This old guy is so amazing. I, an old naughty boy, can't beat him. Let's deal with him together!"

Seeing another strong enemy attack, Huo Forefather Tuo roared and forced Zhou Botong to retreat with one palm. Then he rushed towards Hong Qigong with a palm, and a wave of palm force surged out. Seeing that Hong Qigong was very applauding, he was obviously a master. If he formed a joint force with Zhou Botong, it would inevitably pose a great threat to him. Therefore, he directly used his most proud martial arts master, Sumeru Mountain Palm!

This Great Mount Sumeru Palm was born from the Mount Sumeru Palm among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple. The 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple are extraordinary, but in detail, there are actually differences in strength and weakness. The Mount Sumeru Palm is one of the most powerful skills among the seventy-two unique skills.

However, although the power of Mount Sumeru is very high, the threshold is extremely high, which is extremely difficult to practice. Even if you can barely practice, you need to sit on the horse every time you put out your palm. You can concentrate for a long time before you can use your palm. It is difficult to be of great use in actual combat. However, once you reach the level of great success, you can achieve good luck and feel good at the distance. You can accumulate strength in the void without reducing your palm power. Just like the palm hiding Sumeru, the power is extremely terrifying, and it can be called the most palm power among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

Mount Sumeru Palm is a palm technique that can be practiced both internally and externally. If you want to practice it successfully, you not only have high requirements for the palm technique, but also involves extremely profound methods of using internal force. When Huo Forebudou was in Shaolin Temple, he only learned the palm technique of Mount Sumeru Palm. However, he only had a slight understanding of the internal force operation method it contained.

Later, after he entered the innate world with his external skills and cultivated a profound and profound internal force from the outside to the inside, he felt that the Vajra Prajna Palm, who was originally best at, was not good at using internal force to assist palm power, and could not fully utilize his strength. Recalling the method of Mount Sumeru Palm Palm Palm that he had secretly learned in Shaolin Temple, he studied it hard and created a set of internal force operation methods that matched the Mount Sumeru Palm Palm.

Because his palm technique was half used to learn secretly and half used to create it himself, in order to distinguish it from the Sumeru Palm of Shaolin Temple, it was named the Great Sumeru Palm. Shaolin is the Sumeru Palm, and he is the Great Sumeru Palm. The meaning of pressing over the Shaolin is obvious.

Huogong Toutuo slapped out a big Sumeru palm. Hong Qigong suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing towards him, making him suffocate and felt irresistible. He was shocked and immediately increased his strength on his palms and changed his moves. He used a move of the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing Palm, "Shock Baili" and raised his palms to fight with all his strength.

With a "bang", two sharp palm winds collided with each other, and a strong storm suddenly stirred up. Hong Qigong was shocked all over and involuntarily took a few steps backwards, and then he almost gained a foothold. When he looked at the unmoved Huo Forefather Tuo, his face was full of horror.

It should be noted that Hong Qigong's eighteen dragon subduing palms are said to be the best in the world. Therefore, in terms of the strength of palm power alone, he is the first among the five great masters in the world. Even if he is also known for his strong palm power, he has a slight advantage. It can be said that since his martial arts mastery has achieved great success, he has never suffered a loss in competing with others for palm power. This time, he is not an opponent of the other party with his two palms, so how can he not be surprised?

In addition to being shocked, Mr. Hong could not help but secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he had noticed something wrong before and changed his moves in time and chose to use his palms together. Otherwise, he would not have been as simple as being shocked a few steps away this time, and he had to suffer a great loss!

No wonder Zhou Botong didn't dare to take the tricks of this head of the head before. With his strong palm power, he would have suffered a loss. If Zhou Botong had fought head-on, he would probably have been beaten by this head of the head of the head.

After seeing the opponent's powerful martial arts, Hong Qigong became even more excited. He shook his palms and rushed towards the fire forebotuo again, and fought with Zhou Botong.

While Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong joined forces to fight for Foreman Tuo, Ling Muyun also took action. With a long roar, his body suddenly flew out, as if he was astonished as a terrifying geese, as fast as lightning, he controlled a sword light and shot into the battlefield: "Brother Guo, retreat to the side, leave this guy to me!" Guo Jing was almost unable to hold on, and when he saw Ling Muyun coming to take over the scene, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated to the side while Monk Zhichi was distracted.

When the monk Zhichi heard this, he couldn't help but feel a warning in his heart. He hurriedly followed the sound and saw a bright sword light shooting in front of him like a meteor from the sky. The speed and power were beyond his imagination. The monk Zhichi couldn't help but change his color in horror, and hurriedly dodged to the side, not daring to brush his tassels head-on.

Ling Muyun rushed to the front with a sword. Seeing that Monk Zhichi jumped to dodge, he sneered, and his moves changed as well. The sword light turned and swept toward Monk Zhichi's neck again. Monk Zhichi hurriedly lowered his body and let the sword edge pass, and at the same time, he counterattacked Ling Muyun's armpit with a palm.

Ling Muyun turned his body dripped away, and turned his palms behind him. He cut his sword horizontally, drew a snow-lit arc in the air, and rushed straight to the back of Chi's neck. Monk Zhichi noticed a cold air coming from the back of his neck, and was shocked. Before he could jump forward, he rolled directly on the spot, and he was almost overwhelmed by Ling Muyun's deathly sword.

Turning over, the eyes of the monk Zhichi looked at Ling Muyun were filled with fear and fear. Experts could tell if it was done with one move. Ling Muyun had caused him to be in danger in just a few moves. This was something he had never encountered before when he was facing the enemy.

He became the number one master of the Vajra Sect in just over a decade, and surpassed several senior brothers who had entered the Vajra Sect for many years, becoming the number one master under the Vajra Sect Fire Forefather Tuo. He was unanimously considered a martial arts genius. Although he didn't say it, he was actually quite proud of it because of it.

But when I saw Ling Muyun today, the little bit of pride in my heart was hit by nothing. No matter how I look at Ling Muyun, who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, his martial arts seem to be above him. This is the real martial arts genius. Compared with this, what is he worth?

"Monkey, take my sword again!" Ling Muyun smiled long, and his body rushed to the front of the monk Zhichi like a gust of wind. A sword light broke through the air like lightning. Zhichi only felt a flash of sword light in front of him, and a trace of cold air hit his throat, and even the skin of his neck felt a little cold. Zhichi was shocked and stepped on the ground and retreated backwards. At the same time, a pair of iron palms waved with all their strength to protect the vital points in front of him. A cold light in Ling Muyun's eyes was filled with a cold light.

The body flashed, and the speed of retreating was much faster than that of the monk Zhichi. The sword in his hand danced "swish" and the sword energy teared the air and spread it towards the monk Zhichi... Guo Jing saw Ling Muyun chasing the monk Zhichi like a shadow and attacked continuously. The monk Zhichi, who had just hit him without any power to fight back, had no previous power. Under Ling Muyun's sword force, which was as fast as lightning, as thunder, could only retreat continuously and struggle to resist!

Because he has not practiced the orthodox internal skills practice method, most Vajra disciples know little about the method of light luck, and Monk Zhichi is no exception. This makes Monk Zhichi extremely fierce and sharp in his martial arts, but has defects in light skills and body skills, and his speed is slower than those of masters who practice both internal and external.

It would be better if you face a master who is not good at speed, and it would be nothing if you change your body slowly, but if you face a master who is skilled and skilled, your shortcomings will be exposed. Your skills are not as deep as Ling Muyun, and your speed is much slower than Ling Muyun. This makes the monk Zhichi dead in Ling Muyun. Ling Muyun did not use his mental power field to bless him. With his martial arts alone, he suppressed the monk Zhichi breathlessly.

Ling Muyun and the monk Zhichi fought very quickly, with the sword light dazzling, and the two figures spiraled around and fought dozens of moves in an instant. Each move was as fast as lightning, and each move was extremely sharp. As long as one move was slower, a little bit slowed down, it would be a different path of life and death. Even Guo Jing, who was watching, was very nervous and did not even dare to breathe.

This is also because he lacks confidence in Ling Muyun. He has been separated from Ling Muyun for nearly a year. Although he knew that Ling Muyun had made great progress in martial arts after reunion, he has not experienced many battle formations with Ling Muyun recently, and he still lacks a real understanding of Ling Muyun's current strength. When he was in a critical moment, he instinctively regarded Ling Muyun as his level when he was separated from him, which is why he is so nervous.

However, Ling Muyun did not last long with Guo Jing's nervousness. Suddenly, he heard the monk Zhichi cry out loud. Guo Jing hurriedly looked at him. He saw that the monk Zhichi, who was originally fighting with Ling Mu, retreated rapidly and stroked his right chest with one hand. Blood continued to flow out from the gaps of his fingers, staining the collars of his chest with a bright red color.

"Monkey, stay!" Ling Muyun moved his body and chased the retreating monk Zhichi like a ghost.

The martial arts of monk Zhichi still surprised Ling Muyun. He clearly wanted to stab Chi's heart with the sword just now, but the monk Zhichi mistook him at a critical moment, so he avoided the vital points of his heart and was penetrated into his right chest by the long sword. Although the injury was still extremely serious, he would not die immediately. As long as he was treated in time, his life could still be saved.

Although Ling Muyun's current martial arts are still half a step away from entering the innate realm, he is no longer weaker than the five great masters in his past in terms of strength. Otherwise, he would not have created a record of Biaobing's attack that severely damaged Ouyang Feng and killed Qiu Qianren. This Zhichi Monk can still support dozens of moves under his full attack, and his martial arts are already extremely extraordinary. In time, it is very likely to enter the innate realm. Whether it is strength or potential, it is much stronger than his two senior brothers!

However, it is precisely because of this monk Zhichi who is so amazing that Ling Muyun has to get rid of him even more. Otherwise, he will be released back to the mountain and suffer endless troubles. Even if he leaves the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in the future, he will always think about his relatives and friends in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Even for them, he will completely solve this monk Zhichi.

"Young man, dare!"

At this moment, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded, trembling, which made Ling Muyun's ears buzz, and a red shadow flashed on his side. Then he felt a wave of overwhelming force suddenly attacking from the side, making him suffocate, as if a mountain fell from the side and pressed him towards him. He was shocked and hurriedly used the secret technique of moving across the sky to move several feet out of thin air and dodge.

Only after this flash did Ling Muyun see clearly the person who was raiding him. It was the Huo Forefather Tuo who was still fighting with Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong before. This made him secretly surprised. It was amazing that facing the joint efforts of Zhou Botong and Hong Qigong, the Huo Forefather Tuo could even take the lead and interfere with the battle situation on his side.

However, Ling Muyun dodged quickly, but Huo Forefather Tuo was faster. Seeing that his palm was about to fall, Huo Forefather Tuo suddenly turned his palm and suddenly turned his palm horizontally. The strong wind was like a knife and slashed towards Ling Muyun again. Although it was just a flesh palm, the sharp palm wind was as sharp as a knife. Its power was definitely not weaker than the real steel knife horizontal slash, and it was even more domineering. It was just a matter of time to crack gold and shatter.

Ling Muyun had just used a movement across the sky, and the palm sword of the Huo Foreword Tuo followed. He wanted to dodge again, and it was too late to return to the sword to block it. He immediately gritted his teeth, bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inward, and then his palm drew a semicircle in the void, then pushed forward with a "huh" and pushed forward to it, but the first "Kanglong You Hui" of the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing was performed.

With a "bang", two sharp palm winds collided together, like a thunder sounded in the air, and a strong storm suddenly stirred up, sweeping around. The strong wind roared and vigorously blew, sweeping the dust on the ground and scattered with the wind.

Ling Muyun felt a huge shock in her whole body, and her body involuntarily retreated backwards, retreating seven or eight feet apart before regaining her foothold. The blood in her chest rolled and boiled, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out. She looked at Huo Forefather Tuo with shock. Unexpectedly, the skill of this Huo Forefather Tuo was so high. I was probably already at the state of innate small success!

The Huo Forefather Tuo knocked back Ling Muyun with one palm, but did not pursue him. Instead, he jumped to the front of the monk Zhichi, and used one hand to push the left hand that was touching the chest, and held a palm with the other hand. The blood that had originally flowed out quickly returned to Zhichi's chest under the force of his palm.

Then, Huo Forefather Tuo's left hand was like playing a pipa, and a tide of the fingers was empty. In an instant, he sealed the eleven acupoints up, down, and left and right of the wounds of Monk Zhichi, so that blood would not flow out. He then fed a pill of the cure for the Vajra Gate into Monk Zhichi's mouth.

A series of actions were like antelope hanging on the horns, without any fireworks, showing extremely profound martial arts cultivation. Even though Ling Muyun was used to seeing the master's eyes, he could not help but be surprised when he saw his skills and his strength.

"Good brother, are you okay?"

At this time, a figure flashed, and Zhou Botong, Hong Qigong and Guo Jing also rushed to Ling Muyun and looked at him with a worried look.

Ling Muyun adjusted his internal energy and exercised his energy for a while, soothing the boiling blood in his chest, then he let out a gentle breath and said, "Brother, Qigong, Brother Guo, I'm not seriously injured, I'm just shocked and a little bit of a breath."

Zhou Botong: "It's fine, it's fine. This old man is really amazing. I'm not a match for me. You said that if you're beaten by him, how can I explain to my younger brother and sister when I go back?"

Ling Muyun looked at Zhou Botong with anger. Look at what he said, he is still fine here, what can he do? Although he also knows that his elder brother has always spoken without saying anything, and he can say whatever he thinks, how come he is so uncomfortable?

"Swish swish swish swish..."

At this time, because Ling Muyun and others had already broken into contact with Huo Foreword Tuo and others, the Mongolian soldiers surrounding the periphery immediately opened their bows and shot arrows, and dozens of arrows shot at them from all directions.

"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"

Hong Qigong greeted him, and the few people rushed out in the rain of arrows. Everyone was a rare master. The arrows shot by dozens of people were not taken seriously by a few people. They called Diao Ling and easily rushed to the front of the Mongolian soldiers.

Those Mongolian soldiers were not opponents of Ling Muyun and others? They were beaten to death by several people, screaming repeatedly, and were easily rushed out by several people. At this time, they heard the blockbuster shouting and killing approaching. Ling Muyun looked over and saw the Mongolian army that had been thrown by him and Hong Qigong chased after him.

Seeing this, everyone turned around and rushed out of the camp.

"Don't leave, stay your life!"
Chapter completed!