Even if the head of the Five Mountains Sect is here, he has to compete with my Yitian Sword first! First brother, come on, Master Mie Jue is calling you!

333 The old nun of Miejue is calling for the number one brother.

Calculate the time, the number one brother has not appeared in the world for several years! I didn’t expect that there is a legend about the number one brother in the world!

The first brother, stop watching the show! Master Mie Jue is calling you! Come on! Destroy her!

What to destroy? Just bang-bang-bang-bang!

It’s too much to have a good taste with Master Miejue?

...

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Lin Yi smiled, pulled the follow-up instrument closer, and said softly to the camera.

"Don't worry, watch the show first!"

After saying that, he pointed the camera at the bottom again.

When Zhang Wuji heard that Master Mie Jue wanted to take her three palms by himself, he said weakly: "I can't even hide from your disciple's palm, let alone Master Master? I dare not compete with you, I just want you to be compassionate and to be kind to the virtue of God's good life."

Wu Jincao shouted loudly: "Mr. Zeng Hunter, don't talk to this old thief Nido. We would rather die under the old thief Ni's hands, so why should she pretend to be lenient?"

Master Mie Jue looked at Zhang Wuji with a squinted look and asked, "Who is your master?"

Zhang Wuji thought to himself that although his father and adopted father had taught him martial arts, they were not his master, so he said, "I don't have a master."

As soon as this said, everyone was very surprised. They thought that he had shocked Jingxuan in one move, but they were a master, and everyone still had three concerns in their hearts, but he said he had no master.

People in the martial arts world respect the teacher the most, and it is common for them to refuse to reveal their master’s name. But they never dare to say that there is no teacher. If they say that there is no master, it means that there is really no master.

Master Mie Jue stopped talking to him and said, "Please take the call!"

He stretched out his right hand and took a casual shot.

When this situation was happening, Zhang Wuji had to stop responding. He didn't dare to be careless at the moment. He pushed his palms together and took her with both hands at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Master Mie Jue's palm suddenly lowered, and he was like a slippery and extremely fast fish, passing under his palms, and a "wave" sound hit his chest.

In amazement, Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Art, which was protecting his body, naturally emitted it, and blocked the palm power that he slapped with the other party. Just when these two huge internal forces were about to touch and before they could be met, Master Mie Jue's palm power suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Wuji was stunned. When he looked up at her, he suddenly felt that his chest seemed to be hit by a hammer. He stood still and threw two somersaults backwards. With a "wow", he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He was about to the ground, and it was like a pile of soft mud.

Master Mie Jue's palm power is so swollen and spitting, it is unstable, drawing away the enemy's internal strength and then exerting force. It is actually the most brilliant cultivation level in internal martial arts.

Among the audience, the well-known martial arts masters could not help but cheer.

Yin Li was very anxious and grabbed Zhang Wuji's side, reached out to help, and shouted: "Brother A Niu, you...you..."

Zhang Wuji felt the blood surging in his chest, shook his hand, and said, "I can't die."

As he said that, he slowly got up.

Master Miejue said to the three female disciples: "Cut down all the right arms of a group of demons."

"Yes!" The three female disciples walked towards the sharp golden flag and everyone.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly said, "You...you said I could bear your three palms, so I let them walk. I...I've been hit by your palm, and there are two palms."

Master Mie Jue slammed him and had already tried to show that his internal skills were strong and strong, and he was definitely not a demon and evil spirit. He even had similarities with what he learned. He also saw that although he protected the members of the Demon Sect, he was actually not a member of the Demon Sect.

Master Mie Jue said: "Young people should not meddle in other people's business. The distinction between good and evil should be clear. I only used three points of strength in this palm. Do you know?"

Zhang Wuji knew that she was the leader of a sect and would not speak in vain. She said that she only used three points of strength, which would really only use three points. But no matter how difficult the remaining two palms were to be, she could not take care of her life and let the people of Ruijin Banner be slaughtered by her.

Zhang Wuji said, "I am overestimating my ability, and I will receive... and the two palms of the Master."

Wu Jincao shouted: "Mr. Zeng, we deeply feel your great virtue! You are heroic and righteous, and everyone admires you. You must not be beaten with the remaining two palms."

Master Mie Jue said coldly: "Since you want to be a hero, you are seeking death by yourself, and I must blame you."

Before he finished speaking, his right hand was filled with wind, and the sound of the wind hit Zhang Wuji's chest.

This time, Zhang Wuji did not dare to stretch out his palm to resist it. He turned his body sideways, intending to avoid her palm power.

Master Mie Jue turned his right arm in a sharp turn, and his palm was approaching from an impossible corner. With a "slap", he hit his vest.

Zhang Wuji's body flew out in the air like a bundle of straw, falling heavily to the ground, lying in the sand without moving, as if he had died.

Master Mie Jue's move was extremely exquisite. Originally, everyone would applaud, but everyone could not help but secretly admire Zhang Wuji's chivalrous heart. Seeing that he was miserable, he could only sigh and sigh, but no one applauded.

Everyone stared at Zhang Wuji, wanting to see if he was dead.

At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was shining.

After a while, Zhang Wuji moved his back and struggled to sit up slowly, but his elbows were about a foot high, and suddenly he couldn't support him. A mouthful of blood spurted out and fell down again.

He was drowsy and hoped to lie down without moving, but he still remembered that he had not yet been hit by a single palm and could not save the lives of the Ruijinqi people.

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath and finally sat up. But seeing his body trembling and he could fall down again at any time, everyone held their breath and looked at it. Although there were hundreds of people around, they were so quiet that they could even hear a needle falling to the ground.

In front of everyone, Zhang Wuji used the Nine Yang Divine Art to heal his injuries.

Master Mie Jue was surprised to see his luck in healing his wounds, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. This young man had a very good ability. Her first palm when she hit Zhang Wuji was a move in the "Snow-Purging Cloud Palm", and the second palm was even more powerful, and it was the third style of the "Nine Hand-Sealing Techniques". These are the essence of the Emei Sect's palm techniques.

The first palm only exerted three-pointers, and the second palm added the force to seven points. I thought that he could not kill him on the spot with one palm, at least he would have to break his muscles and break his bones, and he would have a paralysis all over his body, and he could no longer move.

But he leaned down for a while and then sat up again, which was beyond her expectations.

According to the martial arts competition practices in the martial arts world, Mie Jue Shi Taiyuan does not have to wait for him to heal his wounds, but she respects her identity and will not take advantage of others' danger to attack a junior at this time.

After a while, Zhang Wuji, who had finished healing, barely stood up.

Master Mie Jue is ready to take the third palm.

Lin Yi, who was standing on the back of the deity, looked down at the bottom, frowned, and was ready to take action.

Judging from Zhang Wuji's appearance, I don't know if I can hold on to Master Mie Jue's third palm. If I beat him to death, it would not be so easy to obtain the Nine Yang Divine Art.
Chapter completed!