Song Mingjing said it in a playful tone.

He was really puzzled.

The situation of the Baimei Taoist is not like practicing the Hunyuan Boy's Kung Fu, but like practicing the Sunflower Book.

The body of the Hunyuan boy is violent in external energy, like slurry of fire, which is extremely strong and domineering. But in fact, this martial arts combines internal and external power, and the combination of hardness and softness, and the blending of yin and yang is definitely not just a masculine way.

In this case, Bai Mei either he has failed to practice his kung fu or is so innate.

"Onei General Manager? Nine Thousand Years?"

Fang Shiyu laughed and said sarcastically: "Baimei Lao Yao, I think you might as well listen to this brother's opinion and go to the palace to be a eunuch who serves tea and water for the emperor. If you serve him well, he is much more powerful than being the head of Wudang."

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

White eyebrows pointed at Song Mingjing, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "I want to tear you into pieces!"

Whoosh!

The figure of the white eyebrows suddenly rushed out and turned into a long white leg, wrapped in the energy that forced the coldness of life. It suddenly crossed eight or nine feet, and reached Song Mingjing.

He pushed the airflow with a palm, and the airflow cracked with a "sweeping" sound. The real force of the palm gathered secretly, bringing out the sound of the depressing wind and thunder, which was extremely terrifying.

Song Mingjing's expression remained unchanged.

He stood up not to stand up for Shaolin, but also a practitioner of Hunyuan Tongzi Gong. Baimei was his excellent object for proof of martial arts.

He yelled suddenly, lifted his breath and waved his palm to attack, and slapped it out with a loud bang.

Although the momentum is not as amazing as the white eyebrows, the two strong airs in the palm are flowing, and the changes are even better.

The palms quickly and the two qi forces collided with each other, and a wind whirlpool burst out, pushing the white eyebrows straight into the foot of Song Mingjing. The falling leaves of the sand and gravel inside were swaying open.

With a "buzzing" sound, the ground trembled slightly. Song Mingjing and white eyebrows both fell about a foot and the mud and stone soil rolled up.

"How is that possible?"

Baimei was shocked, and her face looked shocked.

He thought that a simple palm would beat the boy to pieces to pieces, but the two of them had no fuss to fight, which made him feel a little unbelievable.

His palm power was stormy and fierce, but the opponent's energy was not inferior, and his strength was long and he resisted him.

Moreover, although the internal force derived from the other party's palm is slightly different from his Hunyuan Boy's Zhengzhen Qi, it is not different in essence.

The thought flashed quickly, and Bai Mei thought of many things in an instant.

"hateful!"

The Baimei Taoist shouted again, and once again swelled up his internal energy. His already rushing inner breath was like adding fuel to the fire, and he started to move rapidly.

Song Mingjing suddenly felt that Baimei's palm was like a red soldering iron, and the boiling heat flow came, which forced him to fall backwards.

Song Mingjing paused, mud and stones flew away, his feet rose from the ground, and turned over in the air, removing the invasion of the white eyebrows, and falling lightly.

The white-browed Hunyuan boy's skills have reached great success, but Song Mingjing finally lacks a line, but the first round of palm power competition is slightly inferior, two points.

"The palm power is powerful, it's really amazing, but I don't know how good the weapon is?"

Knock!

Song Mingjing drew his sword with his backhand and pointed at Bai Mei.

The blade trembled, and a stream of light could be seen passing by the blade, and a trace of bitter aura was forcing out.

Bai Mei looked at Song Mingjing coldly, her tone full of murderous intent: "So that's it, you are the little thief who steals this magical skill!"

Song Mingjing's arm was still moving, and he still pointed at Baimei's sword and said with a smile: "Old Taoist Baimei is ignorant, have you heard that Mr. Lu Xun, a great man of the generation, once said, how can the things done by those who practice martial arts be called stealing?"

Bai Mei had never heard of Lu Xun. He only felt a violent anger rising from the bottom of his heart, unable to control it, and rushed straight into his brain!

Negative emotions such as unwillingness, anger, hatred, jealousy, etc. were entangled, making his eyes red and his face become ferocious and terrifying.

In order to achieve the Hunyuan Boy's Mercy, he did not dare to slack off for thirty years. He worked hard and spent a lot of effort, but he finally got his long-cherished wish.

But what about the boy in front of you?

It has only been more than half a year since the Hunyuan Tongzi’s stolen merits?

But although this kid's Hunyuan boy's achievements have not been achieved very well, he is only a slight difference from his white eyebrows.

How can white eyebrows not be intertwined with jealousy and hatred?

Just like you study day and night, your hair turns white and you finally get into Tsinghua University and Peking University. The other party eats, drinks, and has fun all day, but only eats, drinks, and plays. As soon as the grades come out, it is similar to you. This is a strange thing not to be imbalanced in mentality.

Bai Mei had a great murderous intent in her heart. She suddenly flashed in front of a Wudang disciple. She rolled her sleeves, and with a "slam", a sword light flew out slanted and fell into his fingers.

Chih!

A sword chased through the wind, pierced out in the sky, and the long sword showed numerous afterimages. A little bit of cold stars flashed in the shadows, and quickly tapped the vital points around Song Mingjing.

"The essence of Wudang sword technique is to guard the spirit, three parts in the form, and seven parts in the spirit! Baimei, if the ancestors of Wudang have seen you practice Wudang sword technique into this ghost, they will be so angry that they will be alive."

Song Mingjing laughed and used the sword as a sword to use the Songxi Baihong Sword, which was introduced to Wudang!

Baimei's sword technique seems to be alternating between reality and reality, which is both strange and dangerous, which is unpredictable and more difficult to prevent, but in fact it has deviated from the original purpose of Wudang sword technique.

It was seen that Song Mingjing used a sword to carry swords, which was light and quick, and was majestic and majestic. He was hit with a "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" and the cold stars that pierced down were broken and turned into a scattered energy.

Bai Mei snorted and stabbed her sword straight!

Song Mingjing raised his sword to block it, and a "double" sound of gold and iron burst into pieces, and a string of gorgeous fireworks burst out. Then the sword suddenly split and launched a new round of offensive.

Both of them used their full strength, and their swords attacked quickly, and their momentum was like a storm. There were dozens of collisions during breathing, and sparks splashed in the center of the battlefield.

Everyone present, whether in Shaolin or the Wudang disciples, was stunned and their bodies trembled.

In their eyes, they only saw two shadows of blue and white intertwined in the sword light and sword shadows, coming and going, rushing like lightning, and the swords were even more powerful and powerful, flying sand and stones, forcing the people around them to retreat repeatedly.

They had never seen such amazing martial arts before, and before today, they could not even imagine them.

"While that man entangled Baimei, we can just break through the siege, Senior Sister?!"

Zhineng came back to his senses first, turned to look at Master Wumei, but saw Master Wumei staring at the battlefield in a daze, completely forgot about himself, muttering to himself: "How is this possible? In such a short time, that kid is so diligent in martial arts?"

Zhineng knew that Wumei had another old habit of being a "martial ill maniac", so he hurriedly patted her shoulder and called out, "Senior Sister!"

Wumei woke up and looked at Zhineng.

Zhineng said helplessly: "Senior sister, it's time for us to break through!"

"Breakthrough? No! We should help a bunch of that boy, maybe we can defeat Baimei with his power."

Wumei shook her head, then turned to the battlefield again, focused her attention and suddenly shouted: "Attack him! Baimei's Hunyuan Boy's skill is not perfect. As long as he finds his cover, his martial arts will be destroyed without attacking."

"Hait door? That kind of thing doesn't need it!"

Song Mingjing seemed to have never heard of it.

The so-called "cover door" is like a small piece covered by leaves when a dragon slaying warrior bathes in the blood of a dragon. Once the cover door is broken, it is like a broken tire. The internal strength of the Hunyuan Boy who has been practicing for decades will disappear.

In the plot, the white eyebrows are stored in the soles of the feet. As for whether it is now, Song Mingjing cannot be sure.

And he never considered winning by breaking the door.

Although Baimei's skill is half stronger than him, his muscles, bones, and body are far stronger than Baimei. Moreover, Song Mingjing also practices marrow washing, and the two meridians of Yijin, and the qi and meridians are longer than Baimei.

On the contrary, Baimei was angry, and her eyes lit up.

He also practiced the Hunyuan Boy's Achievement, but he had a secret door, so didn't the other party?

Bai Mei immediately concentrating and observing silently, trying to find out where he was in the door from the flow of Song Ming's mirror energy. However, this slightly distracted spirit, a sword light came slanted.

Bai Mei was shocked and retreated quickly, but she was already one step too late.

With a "swish", his chest was shattered and a long blood mark appeared on his body.

This is why Song Mingjing ignored the cover door.

Invulnerable to swords and guns?!

It does not exist.

Ordinary warriors may not hurt Bai Mei even if they use swords, but if a master like Song Mingjing cuts it off with one knife, even if it is really a metal and iron, it will be broken into two pieces, let alone the body of an ordinary body?

Bai Mei didn't dare to distract herself anymore, so she used her sword to resist, and the sword light flew out, laying down a lot of nets to block it, but Song Mingjing's long sword was facing, and he easily tore his resistance.

"I am not as good as my martial arts skills. If you have the courage, you will compete with me!"

The white eyebrows flew and floated backwards.

"If you only have such a few methods, then you will really be disappointed!"

Song Mingjing chuckled, but was not so stupid that he really gave up the knife and went to fight against Bai Mei.

Perhaps he can win in the end by competing with fists and kicks, but even if he can win, he will end up with a miserable victory.

He had already roughly estimated Bai Mei's martial arts. Song Mingjing's expression trembled, and the sword light turned, and the cold air spread out. He had already used the water-stopping knife technique at the bottom of his box.

At this moment, the water-stopping knife technique absorbed the essence of Shaolin Bodhi Sword and Breaking the Ring Sword, which improved more than before.

Song Mingjing held the knife in his hand, faced his white eyebrows, and suddenly slashed out!

"Swish swish swish swish" the sword light spread out layer by layer, continuously covering Bai Mei, slashing him straight to the right of the sword grid, gradually showing a stagnant shape.
To be continued...