Chapter 1502: Fate

"Well! You baby do recognize the old man. It's better, give it up obediently."
In his fifties at the end of the song, one (body sh n) in black, but ((chest xiong) xiong) was embroidered with a silver (color) small sword.
This is the sign of Elder Black Door.
"You delusional, this is what we got from the Taijian School first."
The woman in white was able to stand at this time, but she was still holding the sleeve of Zhang Xing's right arm empty ((d ng) d ng) ((d ng) d ng).
"Oh! It doesn't matter who gets it first, I'll get it from you now."
Song finally had a playful expression (qingqing), and there was still a hint of excitement.
According to reliable information, four disciples of the Tai'a sword school got a treasure map.
This picture is a place where the predecessors who can pass through the ecstasy can retreat.
There are countless treasures in it, there are many advanced exercises, especially a book of swordsmanship left by this senior.
If anyone can learn his swordsmanship, the unified southern sword school means (ri).
"Oh yes, my disciples in Heiyimen are you (kill sha)?"
Song eventually turned his attention to Zhang Xing.
The two juniors fell into their own hands, that is, the fish on the chopping board. It is okay to kill (sha) any time.
"Yes!"
Zhang Xing clenched his fist and said only one word.
He felt heavy pressure from the old man (body sh n).
If you don't resist with all your strength, I'm afraid I'm already kneeling at this moment.
This is also the intention of the old man.
But after such a long time, Zhang Xing hasn't been seen on his knees. The old man was a little surprised.
While talking, a little pressure was exerted.
The rock under Zhang Xing's feet had cracked, and he was still struggling to support it.
"Perseverance is not small, I see when you can (quite ting)!"
The old man snorted again.
Click!
The rock beneath Zhang Xing's feet shattered and a left foot was trapped inside.
"Kneel me down!"
The old man stopped drinking again, his breath soared to eight.
Click!
Zhang Xing gritted his teeth tightly, and Wei's right foot fell into the ground.
But his knees never bend.
The old man felt very shameless.
He was a diligent martial artist who couldn't even kneel on a seemingly innate junior.
If this is spread, it will definitely be joked by other elders.
"It looks like you have to ((bi) bi) bi's shot!"
He just waved.
boom!
Zhang Xing only felt that a strong (qiang) force hit the ((chest xiong) xiong) chamber instantly.
The whole (body sh n) was shaken, and his blood twitched.
Wow a spurt of blood.
He was locked in by the old man's breath and had no power to fight back.
It's stabbing!
The woman in white was also blown away by the old man's strong wind, and even the sleeves with Zhang Xing were torn.
"Alas! The bones are still (very ting) hard. The general congenital late warrior was hit by my palm long ago. You are (tinging) strong (qiang)."
"I see how long you can (ting)."
Talking again with a palm shot.
boom!
Zhang Xing couldn't hold it anymore this time, (body sh 噗 n) flew up instantly, stunned and fell more than 30 meters away, and hit his head on a rock.
Wow! The rock was torn apart.
The old man smiled coldly, his eyes retracted from the motionless Zhang Xing (body sh n).
Just wanted to reach out to catch the woman in white.
Huh!
Suddenly there was a noise.
The old man looked around.
I saw Zhang Xing stood up staggeringly.
The old man was stunned, but he was not dead?
The palm of Jiucheng's strength can't even kill a junior innate?
The old man was a little angry.
(Body sh n) A flash of light quickly came to Zhang Xing.
"If the old man's palm doesn't kill you, even if you shouldn't die, the old man will let you go."
With that, his right wrist turned.
call!
Fist-sized rocks on the ground were spinning.
He raised his palm sharply against Zhang Xing's head and took a hard shot.