Wuxia: The opening game is blocked by Mrs. Guo in the broken temple

Chapter 100: The Death of Hatomo Chi!!!

“No thanks.”

Song Ye smiled lightly and said faintly: “What I want, I like to pick up by myself.”

“The donor’s tone is probably too big.”

Hatomo Zhi’s heart jumped, and he sneered: “Even if the poor monk suffers some injuries, Xi is not at will.”

“Hmm.”

Song Ye nodded slightly and said to Hatomo Zhi: “Aren’t you trying to exchange my martial arts?” Today I will let you experience the power of my martial arts.”

“This martial art is called…”

“Northern Sword Qi!”

As soon as the words fell, Hatomo Zhi only saw Song Ye in front of him gently pinching his sword finger.

In an instant, Hatomo Chi felt that all around him were covered with sword qi, and the sharp edge made him feel that his skin was a little tingling.

“A good Northern Sword Qi, so mysterious, I am afraid that the Six Veins Divine Sword is far from it.”

In the face of Song Ye’s move, Hatomo Zhi was not afraid, but saw Hunter Xinxi.

He is confident in his strength, above Song Ye, even if he suffers some injuries and loses some true qi, but he tries his best, he will definitely be able to fight and win.

Such martial arts should be in their own hands so that the pearl will not be dusted.

At this thought, Hatomo Zhi ran his true qi and cast a flame knife to confront Song Ye’s sword qi.

The fiery greed in Hatomo Zhi’s eyes was seen by Song Ye, and he sneered in his heart, thinking about his martial arts when he was about to die, he really didn’t know whether he was dead or alive.

The two were separated by several meters, and they were all long-range attacks, and the Northern Sword Qi and the Flame Knife collided one after another.

“Bang bang!”

The sound of vigorous explosions is endless, and the rockeries and small trees in the Taoist Temple are destroyed from time to time. Even the originally flat ground, in less than a moment, was already devastated.

“Song Shilord’s martial arts really opened the eyes of poor monks!”

Hatomo Chi was shocked in his heart.

I thought that at Song Ye’s age, it was already rare to have such a realm, and I didn’t expect that the merit was so rich.

“Oh?”

After more than a dozen moves with Jiu Mozhi, Song Ye didn’t want to waste any more time, and chuckled when he heard this: “There are more eye-opening for you.”

“The poor monk wants to see and see.”

Hatomo Zhi smiled faintly, just now after the exchange, he had already cleared the bed at night. Song Ye didn’t say a word, his heart moved, and the overwhelming sword qi instantly dissipated.

At the same time, he cast his Fengshen legs and swung his palm towards Hatomo Zhi.

Seeing this, Hatomo Chi was happy in his heart, if he kept facing the wave like just now, he didn’t know when he would hit. Now the other party actually wants to test his fists and feet with himself, that is to give himself a chance to win.

Immediately, Hatomo Chi ran a small Wuxiang gong, simulating one of the 7,000 three extinct limbs of Shaoma to hide and greet the right doctor.

“The benefactor might as well see the poor monk first.”

Jiu Mozhi, who had the intention to show off his skills, said: “Try other Shaolin stunts.”

“Haha…”

Song Ye smiled heartily and waved his palm to meet the loss.

Seeing the smile on Song Ye’s face, Hatomo Zhi had a faint premonition in his heart, and he didn’t have time to be vigilant.

The two palms intersected, and a huge suction force came from Song Ye’s palm, dragging the true qi in his body to be sucked away along the meridians.

“Great method of suction?!”

Hatomochi reacted quickly and blurted out.

The heart was instantly relieved, no wonder Song Ye had such profound skills at a young age, it turned out to be learning this martial calendar.

His mind turned only in an instant, feeling that his True Qi was being continuously sucked away, and Hatomochi immediately wanted to withdraw his hand. But I didn’t want to, sticking my palm with Song Ye, I didn’t move, as if I was glued.

After struggling several times, he still couldn’t break free, and after a while, Hatomo Zhi only felt that the True Qi in his body was already two percent less able to have such efficiency, not only because the Northern Hades Divine Skill fused with the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sword to Rush the Waste Cave, but also thanks to Hatomo Zhi’s own cultivation of Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

Xiao Wuxiang Gong and Beilu Shengong belong to the Xiaoyao faction, the same sect and the same origin, and suck up Bairan Medicine.

Whether it is the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect Sword Chong Waste Cave or the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, they all have the magic of absorbing other people’s True Qi, but each of them has flaws, and after the two are fused, absorbing True Qi is simply invincible.

Seeing that he couldn’t break free, Hatomo Zhi knew in his heart that if he continued like this, his true qi would be sucked dry if he was late, and then he would become a dead fish on a chopping board, and he could only be slaughtered by anyone.

After sensing that Song Ye absorbed his true qi, the suction between his palms became stronger and stronger, and Hatomo Zhi was fierce in his heart, and his left hand was a knife in his palm, directly slashing towards his right hand.

The broad flesh palm, under the blessing of true qi, the sharpness is even stronger than the blade.

If this palm is solid, this stone hand can definitely answer the sound.

“The monk is quite decisive.”

Seeing that Hatomo Zhi wanted to break his tail to survive, how could Song Ye allow it, he laughed, raised his hand to catch his hand knife, and another suction force came, pulling the former’s true qi into his body.

“The poor monk looks up to the benefactor.”

Hatomo Zhi shook his hands, but he couldn’t break free, and could only fight with words, hoping to make Song Ye suddenly wake up: “I thought that the benefactor was a rare young talent, and it turned out that he had such a real experience by stealing other people’s merits.”

“The sea of suffering has no end, turning back is the shore, if the benefactor does not wake up in time, sooner or later he will harm others and harm himself, and fall into the path of demons.”

“Great monk, don’t tell me these great truths.”

Song Ye smiled, I wanted to say, why do I have to explain to others when I Song Ye does things, think about it or not say it. In just a few words, the True Qi in Hatomo Chi’s body poured out, and it was no longer close to fifty percent.

Originally suffered a lot of internal injuries by Duan Zhengchun’s sneak attack and Yang Finger, forcibly suppressed and another fierce fight, now the true qi has been sucked away, the injury has recurred, and his face has gradually become a hundred factories… Beads of sweat on his forehead kept slipping, and a huge suction force came from Song Ye’s hands, making Hatomo Zhi’s face seem to be pulled.

In the past, Hatomo Chi was extremely confident in his martial arts, and he was conceited that as long as the great master did not come out, there were few people in the world who could tie with him.

Who would have thought that when he came to Dali, a small country of projectiles, he would encounter such a hard stubble as Song Ye.

The coveted Six Veins Divine Sword was not obtained, and he had to leave his life here, which was definitely not the result that Hatomochi wanted.

He did not sit still, waiting for the true qi to be sucked dry and completely reduced to fish meat on the board, since his hands could not be used, then use his legs.

“Shadow legs!”

He obtained several Shaolin skills from Murong Bo, and Jiu Mo Zhidu practiced extremely skillfully. Raising his leg and sweeping, it seems that there is a force attached to it, wanting to force Song Ye back.

Unfortunately, Hatomo Chi did not know the magic of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, and after training, the whole body acupuncture channel can absorb people’s power. Not to mention, compared to the leg method, his Fengshen legs have never been afraid of Ren Ah Ling.

Thinking of this, Song Ye’s heart moved, after the practice of the North Hades Divine Skill, the whole body can absorb the power, naturally there must be suction, if this martial art is passed on to Mrs. Guo and others, will it have an extraordinary effect.

However, the feasibility of this matter has to wait for Chef Hatomo to go back and consider it.

“Great monk, let’s be honest, don’t waste true qi.”

Song Ye chuckled.

With a light kick, he kicked Hatomo Chi’s whip leg back, and at the same time stepped on it, and the area was a suction experience.

In this way, Hatomochi was completely unable to withstand it, and his face was visibly old, as if he had been squeezed dry. The martial arts of the Xiaoyao faction originally have a face-stopping effect, but once it loses its power, it will also age immediately.

The original 5.1 phase of the treasure was solemn and the image of a monk, but as the true qi in the body was gradually sucked away by Song Ye, it was now like a withered posture.

After quietly sucking Hatomochi’s True Qi dry, he stared at the strange fluctuations of the master who had been paralyzed on the ground, and the night eyes of the bed. Casting is exactly the Great Method of Soul Shifting in the Nine Yin True Sutra.

As far as the situation of Hatomo Zhi is concerned, where can he resist Song Ye from performing a secret technique.

Almost instantly, he lost his demeanor, and when Song Ye asked about martial arts, he handed it over.

Draining the true qi of Hatomo Zhi and obtaining all his martial arts, Song Ye did not have the slightest mercy from his subordinates, nor did he think of letting the former have a way to live, so that he could go back to refine the Dharma, let alone say anything about the scene.

The only thing Song Ye can do is to send Hatomo Zhi a ride and let this greed and high advance to bliss.

With a touch of the sword, thousands of miles came to Dali to covet the Six Veins Divine Sword, and Jiu Mozhi, who pursued profound martial arts, fell to the ground and died in a foreign land, fortunately there was no pain…