The Legend of Prince Yong

Gan Fengchi was anxious when he saw it, but he was not breathing well, and he wanted to go up to help, but it was difficult. At the mention of internal strength, the abdomen was hot, and he secretly screamed "bitter!" Turning his head, he saw Yinzhen staring at the two of them fighting, and shouted: "Childe, if you don't make a move, my senior brother will be defeated, and you won't be able to please him." Yin Zhen was also very shocked in his heart, and Hou Ting's martial arts were strong. The last time we met, it wasn't a real fight, so I didn't find out his depth. Hou Ting also secretly screamed "bitter" at this time, knowing that once Yinzhen stepped forward to help, it would be even more difficult for him to win. This boy looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. Hou Ting shouted: "I have no grievances with my son, and I will never do harm!" His voice was hoarse and ugly, but at this time he was panicked and anxious, and his voice was even more hoarse and difficult to distinguish. Gan Fengchi shouted: "This guy is ruthless, since he sees his son peeping from the side, he will never leave his son alive." He had just assassinated, and Childe had seen it. How do you think he is willing to let you go?" Hou Ting heard Gan Fengchi reveal all the thoughts in his heart, and his hands were even more ruthless. Because for a while, there was only the power to parry. Yin Zhen saw that the defeat of the monk had appeared, and he no longer hesitated, so he made a move of "dragonfly water" with both feet obliquely shoveling the lower plate of the waiting court, and the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were put together, and he went to the central acupoint on the waist of the waiting court. Yin Zhen observed on the side for a long time, and knew that the waiting court palm was exquisite, but the next game was slightly worse, so as soon as he made a move, he went straight to the lower half of the waiting court. Hou Ting's waist was weak, and his legs were not as light as before. These two tricks Yinzhen have been carefully considered, and they are naturally extraordinary. "Waiting..."Hou Ting's mouth was hideous, and his moves changed, making him look insidious and vicious. But seeing his palms flying, the places he shot out were all human body holes, as long as he rewarded him with a move, he would either die or be injured. The body flickered, erratic, and there was no wind between walking, and at the same time, there were words in the mouth, and the eyes became red, which made people see it, and suddenly there was a gloomy atmosphere. Because and Gan Fengchi are familiar with the martial arts of various sects, they have never heard of some strange moves. Yin Zhen didn't know as much about kung fu moves as the two of them, but he also knew that this was by no means the kung fu of the Kunlun faction. The two people who were fighting with the waiting court plus Gan Fengchi who was lying on the side, the three of them were shocked, they didn't know what demon magic he made, and his skills increased sharply. Back and forth, hundreds of moves were fought. The more the two fought, the more frightened they became, because the internal force of the waiting court did not attenuate the weather by half a point, and when the arms intersected, the anti-shock force was greater than before. Several people secretly regretted that they shouldn't have been so reckless. Hou Ting didn't know what the three of them were thinking, and he also had a hard time saying at this time. Although the White Lotus Society's mental method taught by the sect leader is extremely mysterious, it has a great disadvantage. That is, this exercise only has the function of half an hour, and the next few days will be like a wasted person, you must find a safe place to exercise pranayama, once something goes wrong in the middle, the light will go mad, and the heavy will bleed and burst to death. Thinking of this, Hou Ting shot even more ruthlessly, causing death. The two of them worked hard to fight, and as for the suspicions in their hearts, they couldn't take care of it for a long time.

Yin Zhen relied on his body to be smart, and because of his profound skills, the two of them made dozens of moves. "Poof", because his shoulder was grabbed by Hou Ting, his five fingers went deep into the flesh, the pain was unbearable, he screamed, and hit it with all his backhand. This palm can be said to have condensed because of a lifetime of skill, fast and unparalleled. Waiting for the court could not be avoided, and the palms were slapped forward. Because of this blow, he immediately fell out of a few feet, and with a "bang", he fainted. The waiting court was also uncomfortable, gathered his inner breath on his chest, and forcibly accepted the palm, but when he heard the sound of "click...", several ribs were broken. Hou Ting's body took two steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted from the corner of his mouth. Yin Zhen was secretly happy in his heart, the last time he fought, Yin Zhen used a trick to point to his acupoint in the middle of the body, so he had to get out. At this time, the old technique is repeated, the two hands are put together as fingers, and the radial point is pointed towards the "Jizhong acupoint". When his fingertips touched Hou Ting's clothes, Yin Zhen was overjoyed, but at this time, he suddenly saw Hou Ting's originally gloomy eyes with a sly smile, and his heart jumped. At this time, the fingers passed through the waiting body, but it was soft, and there was no sign of internal force backlash. Yin Zhen couldn't help urging the internal force and continued to go to the waiting point, but this time the internal force was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he disappeared without a trace, and he was horrified in his heart, and he was busy pulling his fingers. It's just that his fingers are stuck to the middle point of Hou Ting's body, and he can't break free, so he raises his left hand and pats it on Hou Ting's shoulder. "Bang bang" both fell backwards at the same time. Yin Zhen secretly shouted, "Luck, if it weren't for the second finger out, I only used my right hand, I'm afraid I would be on the way of waiting for the court!" At this moment, the four of them were extremely seriously injured, and they were all lying on the ground silently, as long as anyone could move around first, as long as they lifted the strength of the sword, they could stab others to death one by one.

All four of them want to move ahead of others, so they are strong on their luck, and they don't know that the internal force will work step by step. Now that he is forcibly suppressing the chaotic aura in his body, he can only do half the work. After half a sound, the moonlight gradually turned, reflecting on the faces of several people