Xiao Li actually made a strong step forward: "Do you dare to accept my challenge! I can run you over with one hand! "
The imposing manner of coercion came, and Zhuge stood like a rock before dawn. He said with a smile, "Xiao Li, do you really think I dare not kill you? ！”
Xiao Li, with a snort of cold, stamped his hands and rolled with real force. A miniature hill was formed in Xiao Li’s hands, and the hill became bigger in the wind. A huge mountain was held by Xiao Liqing in his hand. The mountain was like a solid, and there were many Gu Song trees, flying kites and animals.
"Boom!"
Powerful, Xiao Li will be in the hands of the mountain toward zhuge not bright suppression.
Under the heavy pressure, people turned pale. It is hard to imagine that a disciple in the foundation period could make such an attack.
"get out of the way!"
Zhuge pushed Pang Xin-er and Sun Ziming away without a bright hand, and his fist was shining brightly, and he blew a punch against the suppressed mountain.
"Boom!"
The mountains shook, as if the sky was shaking. The majestic mountains could not bear the power of Zhuge’s failure to shine with one punch, crashing and breaking, and the real force rioted, and the mountains disappeared into the invisible.
The scene of the shocking scene made it difficult for everyone to recover. Zhuge was not bright, just like the ancient god of war, so powerful that it was thrilling.
Xiao Li stepped into the sky with his flying sword, his hands were sealed again, and another mountain was condensed and formed, and it was suppressed.
If Zhuge’s eyes are not bright and the electricity is cold, the "cracked handprint" will be taken, and the invisible big palm will smash this mountain.
The rolling momentum is stirring, just like the stormy waves lapping on the shore. The people around him are retreating, and Zhuge stands on the rock without light and does not move.
Xiao Li didn’t completely lose his mind. He knew that Zhuge couldn’t defend his sword without lighting, and he wanted to hide in mid-air, killing Zhuge without lighting in one breath. The law definitely moved, and he threw mountains. Rumbling, it seems that the sky is under pressure, and the mountains cast a large shadow in the dark.
"It’s so mean to hide in mid-air!"
"I know that Brother Zhuge can’t defend his sword and take such despicable measures!"
"M, you dare to play one-on-one with Zhuge teacher younger brother. Aren’t you very defensive? Are you afraid that Brother Zhuge is tough? "
Several elders in mid-air changed color, and Zhongtian was surprised in the month: "This is … the boundless seamount! Xuanqingmen’s town gate law! "
Elder Fanfan sneered: "Xiao Li is the grandson of Zhang Jiao. Three years ago, he had a long rest, and that Zhuge Buliang couldn’t defeat him at all."
"Elder Wu, you are an old-timer. A word spoken is a warning. If you remember, we can’t intervene in the affairs of the younger generation." The elder of the sun shows his pride, and he seems to be full of confidence in Xiao Li.
Wu Yang’s face changed slightly at the moment, and his heavy eyebrows frowned together.
Xiao Li was cruel, and the mountains were suppressed, casting a large shadow.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Zhuge smashed several mountains before dawn, and the "cracked handprint" was played. A light palm covered the void, and the light palm was glittering and translucent, just like Baoyu’s shining sky, covering the sky.
The palm of your hand held back a pressed mountain out of thin air, but Zhuge didn’t light up and drank heavily, so he went back to the mountain itself, and the mountain roared and crashed into Xiao Li in mid-air.
Xiao Li face a change, he once again bear a mountain boom, two mountains crashed into each other, it seems that the whole Yaohai school square is following the tremor, and it is difficult for them to gain a foothold. The mountains collided, and the rubble flew, and then it turned into a real aftermath.
"Do you think I can’t help you if I hide in mid-air?" Zhuge didn’t smile, cracked his empty handprint, covered it with a bare palm, and patted it toward Xiao Li.
Xiao Li was frightened, and the imperial sword rushed into the sky to avoid the cover pressure of "split handprint".
"What kind of magic is this!" Elder Pang looked surprised: "It seems that this is not a spell of Yaohai Sect!"
"This is not a spell. Zhuge is a spiritual root without attributes. You can’t practice magic!" Elder Ge said.
Several people turned their attention to the elder of the sky, and the elder of the sky was also amazed.
"This is a lost school, called Split Handprint." Wu Yang’s face showed a rare solemnity.
"Cracked handprints!" Several people suddenly exclaimed.
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Chapter 43: Pressing the Foundation Period (2)
() Even the Xuanqing Gate is vast, and the two elders are surprised every day. The cracked handprint once won the championship in Kyushu, but later this Juexue was lost. No one knows the whereabouts of this Juexue again, and he doesn’t want to reappear in Zhuge’s dim hands today …
Xiao Li’s royal sword evaded the pursuit of big handprints in the air. This shocking scene made everyone show surprise. The cracked handprints were like the hand of heaven, which drove Xiao Li to dodge in a mess. A practitioner in the gas refining period forced a practitioner in the foundation period into such a mess that Zhuge was proud of himself.
Crack empty handprint across the void, a big palm, Xiao Li will fly out, flying out a distance of more than ten meters.
Zhuge pressed the palm of his hand when it was not bright, and the cracked handprint continued to be pressed.
"Zheng ~ ~ ~"
Melodious bell rang, and a golden bell flew out of Xiao Li’s body, covering him firmly. The big handprint was taken on it, and a melodious bell rang out, echoing between heaven and earth.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
