My Disciples Are All Villains

Pan Litian's palms glowed with golden yellow, and then turned red, like a hot molten iron.

Clamping the edge of the sealed sword tightly, the vitality and gang of both sides contested secretly, buzzing.

The golden gourd was above the two, blocking Dao Daogang, with a loud noise, ringing in his ears.

Pan Litian stepped on his feet, stabilized his body, never backed away, his energy exploded--

boom!

Feng Liu was repulsed by the sudden appearance of gang gas, Long Sword volleyed up, Feng Liu continued to flip back, and flipped several times before landing, standing firm and staring at Pan Litian in horror. The tremor made his arms numb, his chest sore, and his blood flowed.

In response to that sentence, the thin dead camel was bigger than the horse.

At the same time, the wine gourd fell in the palm of Pan Litian.

Buzz!

The golden glow of the gas surrounds the whole body, and the arrows of the sky are blocked from the outside.

There are heaven-level weapons in his body, and the kendo masters beside him dare not attack easily, hovering back and forth in the sky, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Xiu Wei hasn't recovered yet. He is seriously injured and still can resist for so long ... admire admiration." Feng Liu's eyes were vigorous.

Pan Litian shook the wine gourd, but unfortunately it was empty and there was no wine to drink.

"Boring."

"After a while, it will be fun!"

Feng Liu waved again, and around a dozen kendo practitioners dived.

"Again?"

Pan Litian threw out the wine gourd again, and the gourd burst out with a more dazzling glory than before.

Bang Bang Bang!

Several people retreated backwards.

The arrows in the sky hit the air from time to time.

"However, you won't be able to hold it for long."

The sky's character seal blooms again, like a butterfly glowing with golden light, flying around.

All around were disciples of the Zhen Cang School. Many disciples gestured and kept condensing into gangs.

A series of character patterns formed the area around Pan Litian.

"The characters are printed in bursts!"

A stronger seal than last time, attacked Pan Litian.

Pan Litian's gourd blocked all the characters from the outside, and the speed of the spin was getting faster and faster.

Cough.

Pan Litian coughed.

With this cough, the disciples of the Zhen Cang School all showed delighted expressions.

The opportunity is coming!

"on."

A circle of practitioners besieged with the seal.

Pan Litian shouted: "Be drunk and rest!"

When the seal fell, dozens of gang marks suddenly broke out in the wine gourd, and each gang mark had the same shape as the wine gourd.

Bang Bang Bang!

Wine gourd gang mark?

Feng Liu frowned slightly, looking dignifiedly at Pan Litian, who was surrounded by gaels of heart.

Pan Litian's figure also disappeared in place at this time, like a ghost swaying everywhere, bumping around.

call!

call!

Bang, bang!

The two flew out on the spot, spit out blood, and immediately died.

The word seals continue, colliding with the wine gourd and gang mark, and the sky is staggered!

The figure of Pan Litian, as if he was drunk, bumped around, and every time he hit, there would be a gourd gang mark to cooperate with the attack.

For a time, the two sides played hard to divide.

Feng Liu lifted into the air and shouted, "Hold him!"

He has already seen that Pan Litian is suffering from internal injuries, as long as he holds him, it is by no means a problem.

Bang Bang Bang!

The characters are getting denser and denser!

Feng Liu looked at Pan Litian, who was chasing her figure intently.

"Dharma Body!"

Hum.

Hundred Tribulation Cave stood in the sky and the six leaves opened.

Everybody's dharma body is also opened.

The whole jungle seemed to be on fire.

At the moment when Feng Liuji came out of the dharma body, he saw the figure of Pan Litian and said, "It was this time--"

A sword broke!

Take the dharma body and pierce it straight forward.

Pan Litian suddenly felt a coolness coming from behind ... looking back.

"broken!"

Feng Liu screamed.

Pan Litian instinctively mobilized the gourd gang mark to land in front.

boom!

This time, it was Pan Litian's turn to fly out.

Fly not far, nor high.

Boom! Landed on the ground.

The word seal and the gourd gang mark all disappeared.

The scene was quiet, and all the disciples of the Zhen Cang School looked down on Pan Litian who had fallen to the ground.

This blow succeeded.

Pan Litian lay on the ground, feeling the stagnation of his chest rising from time to time.

Ha ha.

There was a strange laugh in his voice.

He wasn't overwhelmed by the blow of Feng Liu, but because of his reaction and ability, he couldn't keep up.

He has enough experience and experience, and skills to deal with ... Unfortunately, it can't keep up.

"You always know your destiny ..." Feng Liu landed, holding the sword in his right hand and stepping forward.

"Ha ha."

Pan Litian supported the ground with his palm, propped himself up, and got up hard. "Feng Qinghe, actually taught you an apprentice like you."

Feng Liu couldn't hear the irony in his words.

Raised his hand is a palm, hit the past.

Palm print hit!

boom!

Pan Litian blocked his arms and slipped behind.

Feng Liu smiled: "The first master of Jingming Dao, Pan Litian? But so."

"Cough, cough ..." Pan Litian was coughing again, with bleeding lines in the corners of his mouth.

Someone said:

"Brother, don't talk nonsense with him. The head has said, quick battle and quick decision."

"Don't worry, I have never fought with such a master, this is Baye ..." Feng Liu smiled with pride.

Who does n’t want to be a respected person, and who does n’t want to be an awe-inspiring master?

See Pan Litian did not get up.

Feng Liu raised his palm again.

Another palm print hit the past.

boom!

Pan Litian slid back again.

"Senior ... Don't hide it, the younger want to see you."

As soon as the voice fell, another palm print left.

boom!

Pan Litian stepped back and forth again and again!

In this way, Feng Liu approached step by step, knocking Pan Litian back with one palm after another.

"See? This is the so-called eight leaves ..." Feng Liu enjoyed the feeling of stepping on the strong.

It may be too long, a disciple said again: "Brother, you can't delay anymore."

Feng Liu nodded.

His eyes became colder.

At this time, all the disciples of the Zhen Cang School came to the air, overlooking Pan Litian lying on the ground.

Feng Liu said: "Senior senior ... blame, just blame you for choosing the wrong team."

He raised his sword.

The gang gas wrapped the weapon and shuddered.

Cough.

Cough cough cough ...

Pan Litian suddenly coughed violently, his chest undulating.

This violent cough caused him to spit out a lot of depression.

Along with this breath, there was blood.

"Hahahaha ..."

Pan Litian laughed aloud. He looked up at the disciples of the Zhen Cang School who looked down at him from the sky, to the stardust night sky, to the past, to the glorious scenes that had long since passed away ...

Hahaha ...

The laughter was deafening ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Pan Litian suddenly patted the ground with his palms.

"When the old age is young, Qi Ronger waited with a smile-"

With Pan Litian as the center, his Dantian Qihai suddenly exploded like a mountain of energy, and the energy condensed into Jian Gang! Smashed around.

The sky is full of swords and storms.

"Not good! Rewind!"

Feng Liu stared at him with a glance, and then moved the Fa body to retreat backward.

All the other disciples of the Zhen Cang School flew backwards.

Pan Litian's eyes were fierce, and with the sky of Jiangang, he started the dharma body-the eight-leaf golden lotus, and Baibaidongming!

Hold the golden gourd with one palm and stare at the retreat!

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