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    The two of them are confronting each other head-on, and they are not convinced by each other, while the Zhiyuan monk and the other two old men are exquisite.

    He used one against two, just entangled them, and did not eagerly attack them, not seeking merit but seeking no fault.

    Although the murderous intent surged in his heart, it did not affect his reason.

    It is the basic ability of Feitian Temple to completely separate reason and emotion.

    Feitian Temple is most particular about planting lotuses in the fire, turning poison into wisdom. Without this concentration and control, it is impossible for him to become a first-rank master.

    The two old men on the opposite side of him were also happy, killing the time leisurely, depending on the result of Master Murong and Monk Huiling's hard work over there.

    They concluded that Master Murong would win in the end.

    Monk Huiling's injury was not serious, and he recovered almost, but Master Murong was originally stronger than Monk Huiling, even though he was injured now, he was still stronger than Monk Huiling.

    The two of them couldn't fight for a few moves, and monk Huiling was about to be injured, and then his injuries worsened, and he was finally defeated, or escaped for his life or was killed.

    Then the three of them besieged and killed this Zhiyuan together!

    Monk Huiling's face turned red, and the golden light in his palms became darker and darker, from golden to purple gold, which had already pushed the Great Vajra Palm to the extreme.

    "Bang bang bang bang"

    The muffled sound was like thunder.

    Not far away, Lin Feiyang shook his head, thinking that this old monk was too determined, why bother to fight recklessly.

    Master Murong has already been injured. At this time, he should consume his strength with ingenuity instead of fighting hard.

    Obviously they can't compete with others.

    Sure enough, Monk Huiling's face gradually turned pale, and he was already injured.

    Master Murong said coldly: "The defeated general wants to turn around, it's a dream!"

    "Old man Murong, today is your death day!"

    "Hey!" Master Murong sneered: "It's just a matter of lip service, the martial arts of the King Kong Temple is really disappointing."

    "Fart, fart!" Monk Huiling was furious: "Your Chenghai Dao martial arts are even worse!"

    "Bang bang bang bang"

    When the two were talking, their palms kept hitting each other head-on.

    Monk Huiling's face became paler and paler, and Master Murong also became paler.

    ?The Great Vajra Palm has just reached Yang, and the Guiji Palm cannot be completely eliminated. This remaining part matches with the Flying God Palm that was originally left in the body, causing faint pain in the internal organs and aggravating the injury.

    ? Master Murong looked at Monk Huiling's face, and evaluated how much more palms he could receive and how much more palms he could hold.

    He finally came to the conclusion that if Monk Huiling took another 20 palms, he would die, but if he could last 20 palms, he would still be sure of victory.

    Lin Feiyang shook his head in the shadows.

    That's it?

    So this is a fight between first-rank masters?

    Is it too ugly?

    It is completely different from what I imagined.

    In my imagination, the great master's movements should be extremely fast and wonderful, his moves should be exquisite, and the scene should be howling winds, flying sand and rocks, ruthlessly wreaking havoc on everything around him.

    This is the power of a great master!

    But the reality is that the two old guys are palm to palm, and there is neither flying sand nor stones around, as if they are playing around without using their energy.

    ?In fact, the Gang Qi is condensed but not dissipated, and the strength of the palm is contained but not vomited, all of which are held under the skin, and then spit out when in contact with the opponent, exerting the greatest power.

    No matter how pure the stellar energy is, once it leaves the body and enters the air, its power will be weakened. Once it is weakened and collides with the opponent's palm strength, it will naturally suffer.

    Therefore, it seems that they are fighting with hands by the masters of the earth element realm who have not yet achieved their strength.

    This is back to basics.

    In the eyes of Fakong, their palms collided like rounds of small suns, the light was dazzling and gorgeous.

    But in Lin Feiyang's eyes, he was ordinary and extremely dull.

    "Bang bang bang bang" The muffled sound was still dull, and the injuries of both of them were getting worse.

    Monk Huiling narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Old man Murong, you are going to die today, what are your last words?"

    "The strategy of attacking the heart? Childish and ridiculous!" Master Murong said coldly: "It's to cheer yourself up, Huiling, you are tired of living, you escaped your life before, and you dare to come back!"

    "Old man Murong, think about it, why do we dare to come back?" Monk Huiling smiled triumphantly: "There must be something to rely on, isn't it?"

    Master Murong's heart moved, but his face was still disdainful: "Is it a panacea? When will your Vajra Temple have it?"?

    Lin Feiyang shook his head.

    People really want to become demons after living for a long time. The old monk looks so stupid and can deceive people so much. I have to be careful about him in the future.

    Master Murong suddenly froze for a moment.

    The fixing spell can only hinder a first-rank master for a moment.

    But this moment, at this critical moment, is enough to turn the situation around.

    Seeing this, Monk Huiling deflected the Vajra palm, brushed Master Murong's right palm, and hit Master Murong's heart firmly.

    "Pfft!" Master Murong spewed bloody arrows, his footsteps seemed to be glued to the ground, he stood there without moving, unable to remove the force of this palm.

    Just as he was about to move, he realized that there was another vast force descending to restrain him, so he suddenly became furious and desperately mobilized his energy.

    The Gang Qi all over his body suddenly exploded, opening up a ball of light.

    But the action still couldn't help but stagnate for a while.

    "Bang!" Monk Huiling's left palm hit his chest.

    The protective qi has skyrocketed, and the power of his palm has been wiped out by seven or eight, leaving only a few or two points to sneak into Master Murong's heart.

    "Boom!" Master Murong heard a soft sound coming from his body, and then his body trembled, and his heart actually shattered.

    The combined strength of the two palms finally shattered his heart.

    His eyes shot out a cold light, and all his strength was mobilized immediately, activating the secret technique.

    Since I can't live anymore, I will drag this monk to die together, and I won't be lonely in the underworld, there is someone bullying me in Zhiyuan!

    "Hey, who can't do it all the time?" Monk Huiling saw that the aura around him was soaring, and he also urged the secret technique without showing any weakness.

    "Bang bang bang!" The muffled sound was endless.

    Monk Huiling received three palms in a row, but the power of the Rejuvenation Curse surged in, and quickly dissipated the power of the palm, recovering from the injury.

    Monk Zhiyuan and the three saw Master Murong froze twice, and thought it was an injury attack, but they never thought that someone was attacking in the dark.

    Seeing that Master Murong suddenly activates the secret art of mutual death, he still feels baffled, but he doesn't think too much about it.

    Monk Huiling also activated the secret technique, and it was not unexpected. He fought desperately against desperately. The great master's vitality is strong, as long as he can not die, he still has a chance to recover slowly.

    Master Murong suddenly froze, and was slapped into the air by Monk Huiling, shooting out a bloody arrow, which was mixed with pieces of meat.

    "Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground and died out of breath.

    "impossible!"

    "Murong!"

    The two old men couldn't believe it.

    Everything happened too fast.

    Master Murong died so inexplicably, and the winner was monk Huiling!

    Monk Huiling took the opportunity to rush to the two old men: "Old bald donkey, it's time to work hard!"

    Monk Zhiyuan activated the secret technique.
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