God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"Mo Yi! I guarantee that no one can save you if you go to the sky and enter the earth. And if you join forces with the Huashan Sect and the Sun Moon Sect, you will definitely be punished by the martial arts righteous path." Fang Zheng said coldly, his eyes full of eyes. It's killing intent.

Mo Yi shook his head: "Old Fang Zheng, from the moment Fang Sheng shot at me, Shaolin was doomed. Today, I'm just here to collect some interest. Maybe I'm in a good mood, Maybe every once in a while, they will come and kill a few bald donkeys. Especially the children of Fang, I just don’t know if they are enough to kill! Hahaha!”

"Looking for death!" Fang Zheng was furious, stepped forward and moved his hands together: "Thousand-hand Tathagata!"

The palm of the hand appeared to be unremarkable, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly swayed slightly.

Immediately, one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, four palms become eight palms, eight palms become sixteen palms, sixteen palms become thirty-two palms, thirty-two palms become sixty-four palms!

In an instant, the sky was filled with palm shadows, densely packed, empty and real, making it impossible to tell whether it was a real palm or an empty palm.

If you guess right and take over the real palm, then it's better to say.

If you guessed wrong, the next 17 palms will be used, and the real palms will instantly hit the enemy.

Shaolin Fangzheng Yi Jin Jing is a master, and his inner strength is unfathomable. Even Mo Yi's palm can't bear it!

But Mo Yi didn't care, jumped up, appeared in the air, and moved his hands together: "Dragon fights in the wild!"

In an instant, a long golden dragon roared out and rushed towards the palm shadow that filled the sky.

Bang bang bang!

All the phantoms are shattered!

Mo Yi landed on the ground, used the Dragon Capture Skill, controlled the golden long dragon to do whatever he wanted, and slammed into the remaining palm shadows.

In the end, the golden dragon and Fang Zheng's real palm collided, and a violent roar erupted.

Fang Zheng snorted coldly and took two steps back before he stabilized his body.

But Mo Yi was standing there, motionless!

Although he only has the realm of the early stage of the day after tomorrow, Fang Zheng is in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow.

But Mo Yi's inner strength was more pure, completely suppressing Fang Zheng!

What's more, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, how could the Thousand Hands Tathagata be able to compete?

After all, the strength of the Thousand-handed Tathagata lies in the fact that it is hard to distinguish between the virtual and the real, but the power is average.

"Brother!" The other eminent monks behind him quickly supported Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng waved his hand and took a deep breath: "Mo Yi, you are indeed strong, but today, you still have to hate it."

"Really? We're leaving, can you stop it?" Mo Yi smiled lightly, his hands connected with each other, still Kanglong had regrets.

But this time, it was the Fallen Heart Flame!

A transparent colorless fire dragon roared out with a terrifying aura, making Fang Zheng and the others' faces change sharply.

"Let's do it together!"

Fang Zheng shouted angrily, and all the eminent monks behind him shot together and slammed into the transparent colorless long dragon.

boom!

The terrifying inner strength of the Shaolin monks collided with the long dragon that fell from the heart flame, and a terrifying fluctuation broke out.

This time, the Fallen Heart Flame Changlong dimmed a bit, but it did not collapse.

Fang Zheng and the others were shocked and took a few steps back, all of them terrified.

Mo Yi smiled faintly, waved his big hand, and the long dragon turned sharply and flew backwards.

"Oops, it's the Bookstore!"

"Thief, how dare you!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were about to split, and he was so angry that he wanted to cut Mo Yi into eight pieces.

But Mo Yi didn't care, and pointed at the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion behind him, "Go!"

In an instant, the Fallen Heart Flame Changlong rushed directly to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and slammed into it.

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In an instant, the Fallen Heart Flame Changlong rushed directly to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and slammed into it.

Thick black smoke and endless flames directly engulfed the Sutra Pavilion!

"Haha, Mr. Fang Zheng, Huashan can't be bullied, and I, Mo Yi, can't be bullied! Today I only charge some interest, I will definitely visit Shaolin in the future, and that will be the end of your life!"

Mo Yi smiled lightly, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Dongfang Bai's waist: "Let's go!"

"Thief, how dare you!"

In an instant, many Shaolin monks flew up to chase Mo Yi.

But Dongfang Bai smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the silver needles shot out from the sky.

"what!"

"what!"

Rush fast, dodge slowly, and make every move.

"Ha ha!"