Zhang Cunyi saw that his posture was just that of a swordsman in Japanese karate. He smiled and said, "it's karate. This kind of boxing is more than strong and less soft. It's really a congenital defect. Today let's see what is the gossip palm of combining hardness and softness!"

Then he waved to Shenxiu and said with a smile, "it's a guest from afar. Please first!"

Shenxiu was also impolite. Suddenly, he shouted loudly. He stepped forward with a fast step at his feet, and the right hand close to his waist blasted at Zhang Cunyi.

The fist was as powerful as thunder and lightning. Zhang Cunyi only felt a flower in front of him, and Shenxiu's fist rushed to his eyes.

Zhang Cunyi was a little surprised in his heart and said in a secret way: the devil is so powerful and his fist speed is so fast?

Although he was surprised, he had a solid foundation in martial arts since he was a child. His subconscious body turned like falling off. A burst of smoke turned behind Shenxiu, and he turned his hand and inserted it into Shenxiu's abdomen.

Seeing that Zhang Cunyi was really beautiful and unrestrained, they couldn't help cheering loudly.

Li Yundong was also slightly relieved, nodded and said, "yes, it's the so-called 'fierce eight poles, thief eight trigrams, Diao Tai Chi, poisonous form and meaning'. This slide of Zhang Cunyi really won the mystery of the thief's slide of the eight trigrams palm."

The Bagua palm swam the most heavily, and more than half of his kung fu was under his feet. Zhang Cunyi immediately walked around the favorable terrain behind the enemy. He was very happy. He thought he would win. Just as his hand was about to touch the other party's body, suddenly he saw a fuzzy face on the back of Shenxiu's head. The face was ferocious like a fierce ghost and his eyes were red, There was a terrible murderous smell.

The face glared at Zhang Cunyi. In a moment, Zhang Cunyi felt stiff all over. It seemed that there was an extremely cold breath, which was close to the bone, and his blood was almost frozen!

The true yuan and strength of a man of practice come from Qi and blood. Zhang Cunyi's movement of Qi and blood all over his body was suddenly blocked, and the strength and speed in his hand immediately slowed down a lot.

Then, behind Shenxiu, there was a black smell visible to the naked eye, which wrapped around Zhang Cunyi's hand like a crazy vine.

Zhang Cunyi was shocked and immediately wanted to leave Shenxiu.

But at this time, Shenxiu suddenly turned around. He turned back one by one and cut off Zhang Cunyi's neck.

Zhang Cunyi's blood was frozen and his body speed was greatly reduced. He wanted to escape, but his feet were as heavy as lead. He had no choice but to bow his head and avoid this palm.

But as soon as he bowed his head, the three emperor swords behind him were exposed.

When Shenxiu's hand passed over his head, he turned his wrist and immediately took the three emperors' sword.

Zhang Cunyi only felt a chill in the back of his head. He suddenly clicked in his heart. He was surprised, angry, anxious and flustered. He immediately rushed forward regardless of everything and said angrily: "return my Sanhuang sword!"

But he rushed right into Shenxiu's arms, and Shenxiu punched Zhang Cunyi hard.

At this time, Zhang Cunyi was in a mess and his breath was stagnant. How could he escape this powerful blow like thunder? He shouted loudly, vomited blood and flew out.