Hero Cultivation System

This palm was simple, neither flashy nor false, it was just lifted up and shot straight up.

However, for some reason the four elders of the Wulin Alliance all felt that the palm was coming towards them, so they each used their special moves, whether it was fists, palms, or claws, blocking, fighting, or dodging. They had the same idea in their hearts. As long as they could withstand this attack Palm, the other three people will definitely take the opportunity to attack the old monk, and he will have a chance to escape.

Therefore, the original idea of ​​four people working together was ruined, and the four people became independent and unable to take care of each other.

Guo Yaotian was frightened by the old monk's look just now. He didn't dare to attack at this time. He just lowered his shoulders and lowered his arms, looking for the incoming force. He raised his left hand and gathered strength with his right fist, preparing to attack the horse directly.

Unexpectedly, his well-aimed move fell into the empty space, and the old monk's palm penetrated through the gap and slapped the "Baihui Point" on the top of his head. Guo Yaotian's whole body was shaken, and he suddenly lost his breath and fell backwards.

The other three people also saw the palm coming, but unexpectedly, the old monk's palm disappeared in front of them halfway. They only heard a muffled groan, and Guo Yaotian, who was standing on the far right, rolled his eyes and passed away to the west.

"Lao Guo!"

Everyone present was shocked. Guo Yaotian severely injured Liang Gong with one punch, so it was natural that his master would be the first to kill him in order to avenge his disciples. However, everyone did not expect that the three masters gathered together could not even fight back. No, he was killed on the spot with one palm. Only then did he realize that the old monk really lived up to his reputation.

The unknown monk succeeded with one blow, turned his hand to the left, and slapped the other three people with a calm palm. The three people suddenly felt that the palm was only coming towards them.

"Gather together!"

Meng Xiong and others knew that they were bullied by the power of the palm, and if they did not switch from defense to offense, they would be defeated by the old monk one by one, so they each shouted loudly, with Meng Xiong taking the lead in the middle, and the two men attacking from both sides.

Meng Xiong's eyes were firm and he was confident that with hundreds of years of hard training, even if he was a little worse than the old monk, he would not be much worse than the old monk. So his palms instantly turned red like blood, and he turned his palms upward to meet the incoming palm.

Xu Pu on the right screamed like an eagle, his hands turned into claws and moved up and down towards the old monk, while Wang Biao on the left used both fists to punch the old monk in the chest.

At this moment, Meng Xiong's eyes were dazzled, and the palm that was clearly hitting him from top to bottom suddenly disappeared without a trace. The bloody palm that he struck with all his strength hit the empty space, and the true energy in his whole body could not be released. If it could not be dispersed, it actually reversed and flowed back along the meridians. Meng Xiong was shocked and immediately reversed his true energy and suppressed it, but he couldn't help but a mouthful of blood rushed up to his throat. Although he swallowed the mouthful of blood, there was a dull pain in his chest. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

The old monk turned his palm as if he was going to hit Xu Pu to the right. Xu Pu immediately turned his left hand into a claw and turned it into a beak, drawing a circle outward, trying to divert the palm away. Wang Biao on the left saw an opportunity and took advantage of the opportunity to speed up his fists three times more. Point it out and go straight towards the Tan big point on the old monk's chest.

However, before the old monk could hit the target with his palm, he changed his stance and struck Wang Biao instead. Wang Biao was so frightened that he retracted his fists and crossed them on his chest.

Unexpectedly, the old monk's palm was still a false move. Seeing him withdraw his fist, he immediately circled and passed between Xu Pu's claws. "Bang!" The slap hit Xu Pu's top door like a watermelon.

"Uh!" Xu Puzhongzhang couldn't even say anything, and collapsed softly, already dead.

Wang Biao raised his fists in the air and immediately knew that he had been deceived again. Seeing that the old monk slapped each other, two of his decades-old brothers died in an instant. There was still a heart of resistance, so he turned around and jumped up to escape. .

"Give it back to you!" The old monk flicked his sleeves forward, and hundreds of bullets flew out of his sleeves and shot towards Wang and Meng. The speed was not much slower than shooting from a gun.

It turned out that more than twenty security guards had just fired at Liang Gong, and all the bullets were actually caught in his sleeve. Now he took it out and treated the other person with his own way. At the same time, he took long strides and walked forward.

It only took him a moment to catch up with Wang Biao.

Meng Xiong had just straightened out the energy in his body when he saw dozens of bullets coming towards him. Even though he was not afraid of the bullets, he didn't want to take them hard at this moment, so he could only dodge backwards to avoid them.

Wang Biao heard the roaring sounds and chased after him. He was so frightened that he waved his hands back and used his true energy to build an air wall to block the incoming bullets. However, this body-protecting air wall could block the bullets but not the bullets.

The old monk couldn't help but chase after him. His body was like a heated knife cutting through butter, and he broke through the wall of Qi. He pinched the back of Wang Biao's neck with his right hand, and then exhaled his Qi. Wang Biao's Dantian exploded and all the meridians in his body were severed.

Qi is like a gossamer, and death is not far away.

Meng Xiong, who had dodged the bullet, immediately jumped up and chased after the old monk's back. In his hand was a half-foot-long blue ghost-headed sword. Before anyone arrived, the energy of the sword had already surged out.

With a loud shout, the old monk waved his right hand back and threw Wang Biao's body, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, backward in a very sharp move.

Meng Xiong was shocked and recognized the attacking black figure as Wang Biao. He wanted to put away the knife but it was too late. He cut Wang Biao in half with one knife, and the blood spurted out, splashing all over his body and face.

The old monk nodded and whirled around, then slapped it down with the palm of his hand.

"The blood palm trained by the donor needs to be guided by the flesh and blood of ninety-nine and eighty-one newborn babies. It is really harmful to the heaven and earth, and the old monk cannot spare you."

Meng Xiong had lost all his energy at this time, and he still had the confidence he had just now, but he knew that it was too late to escape, so he might as well attack with all his strength to still have a chance of survival.

Faced with the old monk's palm, he gave up his intention to retreat, and the ghost-headed sword in his hand rolled up a thousand waves, turning into a stream of electricity and rushing towards him. The energy of the sword surged, causing a trembling sound.

With a chuckle, the old monk ignored him and actually ducked between the blades. When the sword energy came three feet away from him, he encountered an extremely tough wall of energy and dispersed without a trace.

Meng Xiong was so horrified that he sheathed his sword, his footwork changed suddenly, and he quickly spun around the old monk at an incredible speed. Because his body was so fast, it seemed as if there were dozens of afterimages connected together, surrounding the old monk.

Everyone screamed in surprise, but before the last note could be finished, they saw a palm appear in the sky above the afterimage. He waved his hand and chased one of the afterimages to take a picture. The moment the hand came into contact with Meng Xiong's head, all the afterimages in the field were shaken.

Suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the real Meng Xiong standing there alone under the old monk's hand, but already lifeless.

Liang Gong, Xingzhi and others were stunned from the beginning to the end, with their mouths wide open but unable to say a word. They could only follow the old monk's figure with their eyes, watching him kill someone with one palm, and in the blink of an eye, he was like a falcon.

Four old monsters perished.

The old monk came to Liang Gong, picked up his collar, and held the young apprentice who could not move in his hands. He took a step forward and came to Xingzhi and others. The people who were already stiff with fear could only stare at this person with their eyes.

To master and disciple.

Xingzhi fell to the ground with a bang and said: "Xingzhi, the fourteenth generation disciple of Shaolin, has met his great uncle Taishi."

After a pause, the old monk sighed: "Alas! Is Shaolin still Shaolin today?"

With a flick of his left sleeve, the six people were blown backwards and fell into a gourd on the ground. The two bodies lightly crossed the courtyard wall and disappeared outside the wall.