Chapter 2279: Kunpeng Palm

Chapter 2279 Kunpeng Palm
"The battle...began!"
Another anticipated battle has begun.
Although Bei Ming Wuji was old, his movements were not slow at all.
He took his own body and rushed up at the same time.
"That is the Beiming magical skill of the Beiming family! You can cultivate a subterranean body that is exactly the same as yourself and can be manipulated at will!"
"Yes. The most powerful aspect of this technique is what realm the body is, and what realm the underworld is. To fight a duel with people is to deal with the enemy with twice the combat power."
"The Beiming family relied on the Beiming God's merits thousands of years ago. The Vulcan Art of the Eastern Family are two great skills."
The audience continued to comment on this battle, and they also knew a lot about the legendary Beiming Divine Art.
This time Jian Slave did not despise Bei Ming Wuji like before dealing with Song Xiaoyue.
No matter how strong Song Xiaoyue is, her strength is only the nine-fold innate peak.
But Beiming Wuji is different, this is a quasi-wonderland, and at the same time has the same strength of the assistance of the underworld.
Coupled with Beiming Wuji's rich combat experience, if it is really taken lightly, then the sword slave might be in danger of defeat.
The sword slave still held the bamboo stick in his hand. I have to say that this bamboo stick is very patience. After the previous battle like Song Xiaoyue, it can still be used.
Beiming Wuji's palms snorted black energy, like a black tiger descending from the mountain.
Beiming's divine art is not only as simple as cultivating the underworld.
This is still a method of refining the body, in which there are many melee tricks, fist techniques.
Putting it in other schools, they can all stand on their own.
The sword slave used a bamboo stick as a sword to fight with Beiming Wuji.
Regardless of the bamboo stick in the sword slave's hand, that sharpness is no less than a superior sword.
Chopping on those ice crystal rocks is as simple as breaking a hair.
And with such power, Bei Ming Wuji was able to fight with his bare hands and was not injured.
It is conceivable how powerful the body and practice of Beiming Wuji are.
You come to me on both sides, not giving way to each other.
"There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun." Beiming Wuji suddenly said something in his mouth, making seals on his hands.
"Kun Mingzhang!"
Bei Ming Wuji let out a sharp scream and sent out with a palm of his hand.
At the same time, the Ming body next to Bei Ming opened his arms and began to seal.
"There is a bird in Beiming, whose name is Peng."
"Hua Peng Palm!"
As soon as two palms came out, many seniors in the audience stood up and their eyes widened.
I saw a black catfish swimming above the void, roaring towards the sword slave with a huge momentum.
At the same time, a wing is as large as several kilometers, and it swoops down to cover the sky and the sun.
"This is the second greatest beauty of the Beiming Divine Art, Kunpeng Fist!"
"I didn't expect to be fortunate enough to see the Kunpeng Fist of the Beiming Divine Art today. This move must be practiced after the Nether body is cultivated, and both are released at the same time to show the greatest power!"
"Although Beiming Wuji only has the realm of quasi-wonderland, this set of Kunpeng fist is displayed. Even the inferior fairyland might not be able to hold it!"
"Do you remember that rumor. Thousands of years ago, when the Beiming family was protecting the demon clan, the demon lord of the Beiming went to Tianmen alone. That night. Above the Tianmen Mountains, Kunpeng soared like a fairyland. It was a battle, Beiming. No one dares to think about the position of the four major families."
"Yes. I remember this rumor from the ancestors that the Beiming family is guarded by Kunpeng, and it will last for thousands of years."
Everyone looked at the Kunpeng phantom, and they talked a lot, and they were very surprised.
And the sword slave, one of the protagonists of this battle.
He looked at Kunpeng who was whistling towards him, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to learn Kunpeng fist in this Beiming magical skill.
This can be regarded as I haven't come to Mount Everest in vain. "
As he said, the bamboo stick in the sword slave's hand was filled with sword energy.
One person, one bamboo and one sword.
In front of this Kunpeng, it was too small, like a small boat before a big wave.
But despite this, the sword slave raised his head. At this moment, there was no turbidity in his eyes. On the contrary, it was an aura of pride.
"Ajian, after all I have to take that step." The old celestial master looked at the battle and said regretfully: "If it weren't for those, Ajianken would stay at the Tianmen. After I leave, the next celestial master will It should be him.
It's a pity... hey... the sky doesn't follow people's wishes. "
"Zhuxian Sword Array!" Jian Slave whispered, and then a sword array appeared around him.
"Zhuxian Sword Formation·Absolute Immortal!"
"Zhuxian Sword Formation·Xianxian!"
Jian Slave made two moves in a row.
The world changed color in an instant, and the scene above Mount Everest was breathtaking.
Kunpeng and Wan Jian are facing each other, how can such a scene not be amazing.
"This old man is so powerful. One person with one stick can display such a powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation!"
"Moreover, I used two tricks, Juexian and Sinking!"
"I'm afraid this is much better than that Xiao Zheng."
"Then why did Zhujian Valley choose Xiao Zheng but not this senior when it first elected the Valley Master?"
"Is there an inside story?"
While discussing, everyone is watching the progress of the battle.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated.
Kunpeng was gone, and Zhu Xianjian was gone.
However, someone discovered that a small snow peak not far away was even forcibly moved!
The sword slave was still standing in the original place, but the bamboo stick in his hand was already covered with cracks, and after only a few clicks, the bamboo stick cracked and broke to the ground.
"Hey, it's a pity this broomstick. After ten years of use, it's pretty good." Jian Nu looked at the old thing that had been with him for more than ten years and retired.
Some feel a pity.
"Okay, that's it." Beiming Wuji appeared directly outside the field. According to the rules, it would be a failure to leave the combat area.
The referee immediately announced the winner of the battle.
"The battle is over, Tianmen Sword Slave wins!"
There was cheers from the Tianmen, and the old predecessors like Beiming Wuji were eliminated. This was simply a pill for them.
"You kid is right, that guy is very strong. You can have this kind of kendo without a sword. If he uses a sword, maybe I'm not his opponent of three moves." Beiming Wuji walked to Ye Hao and said with emotion. For a moment.
"You are a quasi fairyland, he is the pinnacle of a fairyland. There are three realms in the middle, and this is no way." Ye Hao said.
"If you lose, you lose. There is no other excuse." Beiming Wuji said frankly: "However, grandpa was not handsome with that trick just now. That's the unique knowledge of our Beiming family, grandson, do you want to learn it? I. I can teach you."
Seeing Bei Ming Wuji's look of expectation.
Ye Hao really couldn't bear to refuse, so he adopted the drag-word tactic, and discussed it later.