"You're fine."

The man in black robe had three companions died, but at this moment he seemed to be careless and said, "Your Beggars' Sect leader first hit the Three Xiaoxiao Xiaoyao San, and then he died of poison after ten moves. It was a pity that I couldn't see which one is higher or lower than my Xuanming Divine Palm or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. You gave me this opportunity again."

"If you want to answer this question, you might as well seek death yourself!" Fengma Niu danced, and the strong airflow around him wave after wave, and the palms of his hands competing with the man in black suddenly separated.

The wind shadow was confused, and the two competed with three exquisite palm techniques in the flash. They fought three times in a row, as if three big firecrackers were blown up on the flat ground.

The thick dust on the ground was like the turbulent waves caused by a large rock falling to the water surface, spreading out of the dilapidated temple. The stone bricks on the ground were as neat as new, with cold tentacles. Even the two of them had a thin layer of white frost covered with their feet.

When he was facing his palms for the third time, the man in black suddenly shouted coldly and stepped forward.

The two men's four palms were tightly stuck together, and their four arms were stretched straight. The wind and majestic ox was pushed directly to the ground and slid backwards. The stone bricks were pressed by the soles of the shoes with a slightly sunken mark.

Dong! Dong!

Fengma Niu's face flushed, and his back hit the incense burner, which was also knocked away by him, and then his back hit the statue of the god in the temple.

A statue weighing more than a thousand pounds was shaken significantly by this collision, and the mottled colored sculpture on the surface peeled off a lot.

An unpleasant creaking sound came from the base of the statue, and the whole statue began to tilt, and the wind and horses and cows could not retreat, and their arms gradually bent.

The man in black had a cold and solemn face, and his hands were as bright as iron, which could freeze the living person like ice, but his heart was hot at this moment.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are known as the world's largest palm power, and are sometimes called the world's largest palm. If the Xuanming Divine Palm can kill the last practitioner of the Dragon Subduing Palm today...

"Hao!"

The wind horse and cow tongue bloomed with spring thunder, the head was covered with gray hair, and the hair was raised up, and the hands were pushed flat.

The man in black felt that there were three consecutive strong and fierce energy attacks in the other party's body, like a striking wave slamming the shore, like a heavy black iron hammer hitting into a thick frozen surface.

Fengma and Bull kept angering, pushing the man in black back all the way, smashing the door frame and half of the wall. The stone bricks fell and the two rushed out of the ruined temple.

A leaf just fell to the two of them, and before they could really touch their bodies, it suddenly shattered.

Fang Yunhan and Zhao Dapeng in the temple heard another loud noise from outside, even as if it should be said to be a "sovereign" collision, and a burst like raindrops.

After the loud noise, the wind, horses and cows rushed into the temple, carrying one in one hand, and ran towards Yueyang City.

Outside the dilapidated temple, the man in black looked as blue as an evil ghost, standing stiffly, and an ordinary person behind him fell to the ground with a big tree of thickness.

Where the tree body was broken, there were trunks about two feet tall that were completely broken into wood flowers, scattered on the ground eight or nine meters behind the man in black, and the wood flowers were paved into the shape of a fan.

After a full quarter of an hour, the blue color on the face of the man in black gradually faded away and he exhaled a breath of bloody smell.

Eight men and women in different clothes gathered from the forest one after another and saw three corpses in the ruined temple, they all changed their eyes.

A man holding an axe said in surprise: "Can the old man from the Beggars' Sect actually kill three scattered people?"

"There is someone to help." The man in black robe put his palms into his sleeves again. Seeing that they set out to chase them, he said, "No need to chase them. He should have rushed back to the Beggars' Sect at this time. Not long ago, I received the news that the people from Shaolin and Wudang had arrived, and it would be useless to chase them again."

The middle-aged man carrying a pair of swords frowned and said, "Black Dharma King, this operation is led by you, five scattered people, and all the ten elders are coming out. Before, three elders were broken and one scattered person was broken on Junshan Island. Now three scattered people have died here one after another, but we have not yet obtained the treasure map. How can we explain to the leader like this?"

"Shaolin and Wudang have been involved. What should we do next? We have to ask the leader for instructions. I will naturally take it with all my strength, so you don't have to think too much."

The man in black said in a cold voice. He turned his head to look at the three corpses, but was still a little silent, and then said, "Let's see them off first."

There were nine people here, dragging three corpses together and forming a circle. They made gestures like flames soaring in their hands, and chanting in unison.

"Burn my body, the blazing and holy fire. What is the joy of life and what is the pain of death? Doing good and eliminating evil is only because of light. Joy, joy, sorrow, and sorrow all return to the dust."

"Pity my world, there are so many worries!"

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The ruined temple is about ten miles away from Yueyang City. Fengma Niu took two people in his hand and ran all the way, almost faster than the galloping horses. He rushed to the location of the Beggars' Gang branch in Yueyang City before stopping.

The disciples of the Yueyang branch all went to deal with the matter on Junshan Island, and there was no one here at this time.

After Fengma Niu entered the lobby, his hands loosened and the two of them landed on the ground.

Both of them recovered some strength at this time, quickly turned over and turned to look, and an amazing scene came into view.

Fengma Niu's face turned red like a fire, which was three points better than Guan Erye in the portrait. The wrinkles on his face seemed to disappear against the complexion of this skin, which was really majestic.

However, at this time, beads of sweat the size of beans permeated from every part of the face, and the hair was full of mess, and even white smoke that could be seen in the naked eye rose, like a pot of boiling water.

The old man's clothes were soaked in sweat in the blink of an eye, and water drops kept falling to the ground.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can be said to be the pinnacle of foreign martial arts. After practicing to the point of perfection, it is truly invincible and unbreakable. Although the moves are limited, each move has great power.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, used this to invite heroes from all over the world. Few people could block his three moves and two moves. Their aura was overwhelming and the heroes were restrained.

At that time, there were "Twenty-Eight Palms of Dragon Subduing". Later, Qiao Feng and his brother Xu Zhuzi reduced the complexity and simplified the essence and used the macros. It changed it to the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing, and the palm power became even thicker.

This palm technique was passed down to Hong Qigong during the Southern Song Dynasty. It was performed on the top of Huashan Mountain and was used when controversial masters such as Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi. Wang Chongyang and others praised it.

Unfortunately, this masculine palm technique is sometimes extremely dangerous to the practitioner. If the moves are not pure and the strength is not familiar, when using this palm technique, it is very likely that the meridians will be damaged by internal force, and in severe cases, it will end up with half of the body paralysis and even paralysis.

Fengma Niu escaped from the Junshan Main Route and ran away for a night. He was seriously injured. He forced the eighteen palms of the dragon to kill Hua Dongmei and forced the man to retreat. His heart veins were broken, and the oil was gone and the lamp was dry, and he was powerless to turn the sky.

Although Fang Yunhan didn't know the reason, he also saw that Fengma Niu's condition was absolutely abnormal at this time, probably in a flash of rebirth and would die suddenly in the next second.

Zhao Dapeng stood up tremblingly: "Elder, you..."

Fengma Niu's Adam's apple shook for a moment and said sternly: "Stop talking, look good, if you miss my next move, I will break your legs."

He slapped Zhao Dapeng to the ground, and ignored Fang Yunhan and turned around to start the drill.

After practicing a set of palm techniques, Feng Ma Niu looked at Zhao Dapeng with a glaring eyes: "Did you remember?"

Zhao Dapeng had a premonition in his heart, his hands trembled slightly, but he replied loudly: "Remember!"

There are only fifteen movements in front and back, and even if there are some things to pay attention to in the limbs, Zhao Dapeng could remember clearly with all his concentration.

Fengma Niu's head suddenly hung, as if he had taken a deep breath before he could raise his head again, and said, "You have been with the gang leader for ten years, and you have also listened to him instructing those verbal techniques. These movements are just auxiliary, and strength is the essence. As long as you practice repeatedly with those verbal techniques, you can always experience the changes in strength. Unfortunately, there are only fifteen palms."

Zhao Dapeng was full of gratitude, but unexpectedly, the old man in front of him suddenly turned his hand and grabbed his head, his five fingers were like a knife, which made his skull hurt.

"Zhao Dapeng, a disciple of the Beggars' Gang, let me ask you, are you willing to abide by chivalrous methods, not be moved by external things in your life, not fall into the reputation of the Beggars' Gang, take over the position of the leader of the gang, and die?"

Fang Yunhan saw clearly on the side that Fengma Niu's body had begun to tremble and could hardly stand, but the hand holding Zhao Dapeng's head was as stable as a rock.

Fang Yunhan had no doubt that as long as Zhao Dapeng had a trace of hesitation and was noticed by the old man, his head would immediately break into a ball of broken watermelon under that palm.

But Zhao Dapeng didn't hesitate at all.

"I, Zhao Dapeng, have sworn here. I will run for the Beggars' Sect for the rest of my life, kill all this enemy, not to be chivalrous, and not to lose my reputation. If I cannot do anything, I will be dismembered from corpses and will never be reborn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the confinement on his head suddenly loosened, and the old man who was still majestic just now fell in front of him.

Zhao Dapeng's eyes were filled with tears and quickly helped him up.

Fengma and cow had their eyes as if they were looking at the streets outside the lobby, and gradually became lively. In the courtyard in front of the hall, the green grass and yellow mud sparrows had never been so vivid and clear that it was irreversible.

The old man, who knew that he had no consciousness, heard his own voice intermittently, as if he was floating out of a distance.

"Treasure map...Treasure map, Shaolin Wudang may not be able to withstand it...but it cannot be ruined, no one believes it... You have to send it, send it to the capital, and hand it over to Lord Yang Shiqi for my Beggars' Sect..."

The sound was getting lower and lower, and Fengma Niu felt that he couldn't even feel his tongue.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little funny in his heart.

Fang Yunhan watched the old man gradually disappear, and when he saw Zhao Dapeng gritting his teeth and crying, he couldn't help but sigh.

The rising sun has risen, and roosters crow in the city one after another.

"Beggars' Sect!"

The old and dead body suddenly stood up, and the two young men were shocked.

The wind and horses and cows were not dead yet, and an unscathing enthusiasm was rising from the old man's body, like the sun jumping into the sky.

"Beggars' Sect!"

The old man walked out of the lobby with a smile, towards the grass, and out of the door. He seemed to have gone to a late agreement, his voice was joyful and high.

"I~beg~gang~"

The sound turned higher and higher, and it stopped abruptly.

The wind horse and cow stepped out of the threshold in one step, facing the rising sun, and stopped moving.

Zhao Dapeng fell to tears and lowered his head. Fang Yunhan quickly walked forward and reached out to breathe.

Fengma and cow's body was as light as standing firewood. When he touched it, he fell into his arms, still smiling.

The sound of the rooster crowing gradually became stronger, one by one, the rising sun gradually became stronger, and the whole world was white.

Fang Yunhan was stunned, his eyes reflected in his red sun, and he closed his eyes with one hand.

The old man died in the morning sun.

Is this the world?
Chapter completed!