Bishop's Retirement

Like the autumn wind outside the Great Wall, blowing past.

He wanted to neutralize Wang Ye's palm force.

"Able to learn how to clear wind and dispel evil spirits, you are talented!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye nodded and said, "Unfortunately not many!"

"Cleaning wind and transforming evil is only in its shape!"

"Mine is authentic!"

Said Wang Ye's body moved.

call!

In an instant, the breeze picked up.

The breeze is extremely warm and gentle.

Had to blow the hair fluttering.

However, as soon as the breeze came out, the breeze of the scribes in Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared.

As if nothing had happened.

Clear the wind and transform the evil spirits, and return to nothing!

what? !

Seeing this, the scribe in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded.

It never occurred to him that he had studied this move in closed doors for many years.

This time, the first time he used it, he was completely dissipated by Wang Ye in front of him!

Not only that.

There is no clear wind and evil spirit to eliminate the palm strength.

Wang Ye's rolling palm came head-on, impartial, and hit the chest of the scribe in Tsing Yi!

boom!

With a muffled sound, the force of Wang Ye Gungun's palm was imprinted on his chest.

It caused his body to tremble violently, and blood spurted wildly.

Like a kite with a broken string, it flew backwards.

But Rao is so.

Wang Ye still has no intention of giving up.

He followed like a shadow, leaning towards the front, and directly followed the scribe in Tsing Yi.

At this time, the scribe in Tsing Yi was injured and suffering pain, and was about to turn around and land on the ground.

Suddenly, a bad wind was coming towards him.

When he looked up again, Wang Ye was already attacking him!

Looking closely, Wang Ye used no other moves.

It is the big demon hand!

"The big demon hand?!"

Seeing this, the scribe in Tsing Yi said in surprise.

"wrong!"

Wang Ye grinned and said, "It's the authentic Great Heavenly Demon Hand!"

"Compared to your half-baked martial arts..."

"Today, I will let you see what is called the orthodox sacred teaching!"

Speaking of which, Wang Ye's strength was even more powerful.

The great demonic hand rolled towards him with a surge of demonic energy, and went straight to his chest!

Seeing this scene, the scribe in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth.

He pushed the Heaven-shocking Great Reincarnation Seal to the extreme, and pushed his palms horizontally, dissipating most of the strength of Wang Ye's Great Heavenly Demon Hand.

But Rao is so.

The billowing devilish energy rushed towards his face, shaking his body's essence and blood surging.

Couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.

At the same time, he stared at Wang Ye with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Knowing all kinds of demon sect martial arts...

It will also be a big demon hand and Qingfenghuasha...

Calling the Demon Cult the Holy Cult.

Can do this step, only one person!

That is Shengjun!

Thinking of this, the scribe in Tsing Yi exclaimed: "You are the Holy King?!"

"so smart!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye grinned: "One guess is right!"

"As a reward, I'll let you see what the authentic Great Rebellious Zhuxin Palm is!"

At this point, Wang Ye's palms were black and red with energy.

The palm of the whole person turned over and pushed horizontally again.

A black and red palm rolled out, directly hitting his chest!

puff!

In an instant, blood gushed from the mouth of the scribe in blue, and his body flew backwards like a shell that had been unloaded.

While flying upside down.

He only felt that his whole body was in severe pain, as if he was about to fall apart.

At the same time, he thought secretly in his heart: "This person is the holy king of the past, and his skills are extremely powerful..."

"It's unwise for me to fight hard with him..."

"Let's run away first!"

As he spoke, he forcibly suppressed the sore spots on his body and the surging blood.

The whole person jumped up high with the strength of his palm, and fled towards the outside of the city!

"Want to go!?"

Seeing this, Wang Ye sneered: "If you can escape from me today..."

"I write the word Wang horizontally!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye flew up and chased after the scholar in green.

Its speed is amazing!

Chapter 1772 Die!

The scribe in Tsing Yi flew out injured.

He is extremely fast, like a demon.

In just a moment, he climbed over the city wall and swept towards the outside of the city.

There was a hint of panic in the swiftness.

Just like the injured lost dog, it was really in a state of extreme embarrassment.

If you are facing someone else at this time.

He gritted his teeth and still had the strength to fight.

But what he faced was the former Sage King.

Even though his strength is not bad.

With just a few strokes, he was beaten to death, and his injuries were serious.

Under such a premise, fight recklessly with Shengjun?

What's the difference between this and courting death?

Thinking of this, the Tsing Yi scholar's heart sank.

The speed is a few minutes faster.

however.

Just as he accelerated to escape.

A surge of force came from the air, grabbing his ankle like a ghostly hand!

!!!

Feeling such strength, his heart sank suddenly.

At the same time, a name came to mind instantly.

Skyshooter!

The moment this idea surged, he was about to resist.

But at this moment, he only felt a surge of strength and a movement of his body.

Then it was like a dead dog.

Pulled backward by a strong force!

At this moment, he turned his head and saw Wang Ye looting in mid-air.

His five fingers are bent, and his horns are like a dragon.

Its rolling force is unstoppable, and it is pulling itself towards him suddenly!

Seeing this scene, the scribe in Tsing Yi frowned.

He clenched his teeth, his heart pounding.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and said: "Since I can't escape, then I will compete with you to win or lose!"

After saying that, with a movement of his body, he condensed his energy into a sword and swept it in the air.

With the help of Wang Ye's pull.

A sudden attack towards his throat!

For a moment, the sword energy was sharp and chilly!

"Oh?"

Seeing the sword energy coming, Wang Ye sneered and said, "What's going on?"

"Why don't I use my holy teaching skills?"

Between the words, Wang Ye's face was full of teasing.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

In fact, it's not that the scribes in Tsing Yi don't want to use the devil to teach martial arts this time.

It's about discussing the essence of Demon Cult's martial arts.

Who in the world can outshine the Holy King?

At this time, using the martial arts of the devil's religion instead of fighting it hard is tantamount to fighting with an ax in class!

It's better to use your own martial arts!