"What a wonderful trick to tiptoe, I can't imagine that even the Changhe Falling Knife can't stop you.
I don't know if I can catch my Fire God Palm."
As soon as I reached the ninth floor, a white-faced scribe dressed in green clothes suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and struck me with both palms.
At this time, I had just avoided the twin swords of the middle-aged dwarf man on the eaves of the eighth floor, and my mind was inevitably a little relaxed, and the white-faced scribe in green clothes seemed to have already anticipated the direction of my sweep, and his palm was like lightning.
It was as if I had bumped into his palms, and as soon as his words fell, my palms slammed into my chest.
The white-faced scribe's internal strength was far beyond my imagination, and before his palms hit my chest, the strength reached my back, and the clothes on my back were torn apart, flying like butterflies.
The internal strength of the white-faced scribe was not inferior to that of the poisonous dragon at all.
Although the internal force of the white-faced scribe and the poisonous dragon is terrifying, it is still much worse than me, so when the white-faced scribe's palms hit me, the internal force immediately poured into my body, but the reaction and control of the internal force of the white-faced scribe and the poisonous dragon were far above me.
Suddenly, I spit out and let go, and when my palms were stirred by the internal force, they suddenly broke away from my body.
The white-faced scribe was just an internal force, but it hurt me.
Because what is even more terrifying than the internal force of the poisonous dragon is that after the internal force of the poisonous dragon penetrated into my body, it only hit my meridians nine times like a storm, but in the palm power of the white-faced scribe, there seemed to be an incomparable heat that made my blood evaporate.
The white-faced scribe's internal force spat violently, and between the eight veins of the strange meridians in my body, it was as if I had been stuffed into a large ball of fire at once.
Coupled with the huge and incomparable internal force that suddenly filled my meridians, I only felt that my whole body was about to turn into charcoal.
For a while, I was burned to the point that I almost lost my mind, perhaps subconsciously wanting to alleviate the pain of the fire in my body, my hands danced wildly, and more than a dozen flame knives were sent out in an instant.
"Good time."
My current internal strength is much stronger than when I was in Xijing, as soon as the flame knife was sent out, the sky was blazing, the wind was howling, and every flame knife was extraordinary, but my flame knives were all subconsciously sent indiscriminately, but they were not accurate at all, the white-faced scribe was not afraid at all, and his figure had already avoided my dozens of flame blades in a flash, and the two palms of "bang" hit my chest in an instant.
When the white-faced scribe struck again, he seemed to have taken precautions against his internal force being sucked by me, and each palm was a wild spit and then a wild retraction of internal force, so when the internal force hit me like a mountain, his palms also detached from my body at the same time through the internal force.
The white-faced scribe's ability to control internal forces with precision and the ability to come up with a solution to the enemy in a split second is simply breathtaking.
If I had been in Xijing, I had been slammed twice by the white-faced scribe, and even if I didn't explode and die, I would have to be shocked to death by his palm power on the spot.
But after several battles, I have absorbed the internal force of so many masters, and after escaping from the edge of several explosions, the internal force in the meridians in my body seems to be more condensed, and the internal force that the meridians in my body can hold is also more.
So when his palms hit me again, although I was still extremely uncomfortable, the meridians in my body could barely accommodate it.
What the white-faced scribe didn't expect was that although he came up with a way to deal with it, after all, even after being absorbed by me, the internal force was also lost a lot, and although he was separated from me at the moment, he was attracted by my internal force, and his whole body couldn't help but stagnate.
At this time, the figure of the white-faced scribe froze, and it was less than a meter away from me.
At this time, I was burned dizzy by his internal force, and in a drowsy state, I subconsciously kicked towards him with both claws and feet.
Perhaps it was true that the two were too close at this time.
And when I used to practice martial arts with Ye Jing, I was often beaten by Ye Jing until I was dizzy.
So at this time, the one I usually used as a conditioned reflex was not the flame knife just now, but the most insidious trick I used to use when I was fighting with Ye Jing, grabbing the milk dragon grip and flirting with the yin legs.
Although this kind of trick is very insidious, basically I can't even get Ye Jing's secret calculation, and the martial arts of the white-faced scribe are of course many times higher than Ye Jing's.
So my hands and feet, of course, can't beat the white-faced scribes.
But the white-faced scribe, perhaps by habit or reflex, slapped his palms on me again after he sidestepped over my hands and feet.
When his palms slapped on me, the white-faced scribe reacted, and his internal force was still acting according to the law, wanting to separate from me.
But just slowly, coupled with the internal force was sucked by me, although his palms were barely separated from me, but his body froze, but I subconsciously grabbed a palm.
Although the internal force of the white-faced scribe is incomparably clear, and the control is also wonderful, one is active and the other is passive.
Now that he was caught by me, the white-faced scribe wanted to break free in a panic, but as soon as he broke down, the internal force had already surged out like a long river, how could he still break free.
The white-faced scribe was grabbed by me in the palm of his hand, and his internal force rushed into my body, his eyes full of fear, but he was powerless to resist.
But I was once again on the brink of the most dangerous situation.
Just now, when the two palms of the white-faced scribe struck me, the internal force in my meridians was already on the verge of fullness, and at this time, the internal force was pouring in, and of course I couldn't bear it even more.
But maybe I have already had the experience of exploding on the edge of a few times, at this time, although I was burned drowsy by his scorching internal force, but I still kept casting internal force, for a while, the flame knife, the invisible sword qi, whatever is fast, the mid-air on my side suddenly resounded with the sound of my flame knife and the invisible sword qi breaking through the air.
After a while, the internal force in the white-faced scribe's body was absorbed by me, the pressure in my body decreased, and my mind regained clarity slightly.
But after regaining a trace of clarity, he seemed to subconsciously feel that the white-faced scribe he was holding was an extremely dangerous character, so he suddenly let go of his hand and floated back.
After letting go, the hot true qi in the body was mostly dissolved by the internal force in his body, and his sanity was completely recovered, and when he saw the white-faced scribe falling softly to the eaves of the tower, I suddenly woke up, and now it is the ninth layer of the outer eaves of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and it is more than 30 meters from the ground, if in normal times, the white-faced scribe jumps down from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, it is estimated that there is no problem, but at this time, the white-faced scribe's skill is completely lost, if he falls, I am afraid that he will fall directly into a pile of meat puree.
With this in mind, I immediately swept over to the place where the white-faced scribe had fallen, trying to catch the white-faced scribe first, put it away, and then go up to the tower.
But I had only flown forward less than two meters, and the cold light flashed in front of me, and on the eaves of the tower on the top floor, that is, the tenth floor, a silver Zhanger red tasseled spear suddenly came down.
The silver red-tasseled spear seemed to be made of sterling silver except for the steel head, and the weight was probably more than 100 catties.
I was startled and immediately folded back.
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But the red-tasseled silver spear did not sweep at me, but gently picked up the white-faced scribe.
That sweep and pick, all of a sudden momentum like a thousand jun, all of a sudden is as light as a feather, its round and free marksmanship and the depth of the skill made me secretly frightened, I couldn't help but raise my eyes to look up.
I expected that the person who wielded the silver spear must be extraordinary and majestic, but what stunned me was that what caught my eye was a sickly middle-aged man wearing an apricot yellow horse coat and a gray face.
I was stunned for a moment, for the man's spear had gently carried the white-faced scribe, who had lost his internal strength, into the tower, and with a movement of his wrist, the silver spear in his hand came like a poisonous snake and stabbed me in the throat.
By this time, I had regained my sanity, and I immediately avoided it to the side.
But the sick middle-aged man's second silver spear missed, but immediately swept towards me without stopping.
It was as if he were using a long stick instead of a spear.
I couldn't react at all for a while, but to my surprise, after my internal strength was greatly improved, the speed of flying by the tiptoe technique was much faster than usual.
I dodged to the side, and swept out a few meters at once, avoiding the pulsing silver spear he swept towards me, and pulled some distance from him.
And after a distance from him, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I drifted back a few meters.
I drifted a few meters away because although I was completely in mid-air, the middle-aged man's silver spear, although several meters long, could no longer reach me.
However, my Invisible Sword Qi and Flame Sword have more than such a long attack range.
After the sickly middle-aged man stabbed and missed, seeing that I had been away from him for so long, and when I was still in a daze, several of my invisible sword qi and flame knives had already struck him in the air.
The sick middle-aged man was shocked, and hurriedly shook the gun to protect his whole body.
Because his silver spear was several meters long, he blocked my flame knife and invisible sword qi, and although the flames were everywhere, he didn't have to worry about being injured.
It's just that my internal force is really strong now, and he blocked my invisible sword qi and flame knife, and he was also shocked by my internal force and took a few steps back, and the tiles and masonry on the eaves of the tower under his feet were all powder.
And after firing several invisible sword qi and flame swords in a row, I found that after the battle with the white-faced scribe just now, my internal force was much stronger, and I used it with my hand, and my internal force seemed to be like a river and sea, surging.
With joy in my heart, my invisible sword qi and flame knife sent towards the sick middle-aged man without any gaps.
The sickly middle-aged man shook the silver spear, and he couldn't touch me at such a distance from me, seeing that my invisible sword qi and flame knife were slashing wildly without stopping.
The sick middle-aged man knew that he couldn't stop it no matter how much he stopped, so he had no choice but to shout, and he broke through the window lattice behind him, and crashed back into the tower with a gun.
To be continued: