Chapter 1925: Bitter Meat Trick

The fight between Hawk Hook Nose and Master Zhifan had already reached a white-hot stage, the two groups of figures mixed together, swirling a cloud of wind, within a radius of two or three feet, no living thing dared to get close, once they touched their sharp edges, they would certainly erupt into a bloody light, and then the flesh and blood were separated, falling to pieces.

Masters fight, especially like them such a top practice of high people, once killed, can not allow half sloppy, can not have the slightest distraction, every moment is almost with the God of death brushes shoulders, wandering in the edge of life and death, even if it is the master of the mortal, know that there is a big empty temple around the people, but also not likely to stop hand, because of this momentary negligence, their own lives under the hawk-nosed master knife, the final result! would be that the entire Dakung Temple would be slaughtered.

Master Zhaifan could be tainted by karma, but he could not let all the monks of the Big Sky Temple lose their lives.

Two people more and more intense fight, the eagle nose in the hands of a fast knife, and the master is bare hands and empty fists, flickering between the two people constantly changing position, the Dakung Temple's courtyard wall above the "bang" sound, was hit out a big hole, do not know whether it is being kicked or punched, even the Dakung Temple main entrance of a few thick columns were not spared. Even a few thick columns in front of the main hall of the Dakung Temple were not spared, being broken and shaken.

Suddenly, in the midst of the two groups of figures, a line of blood splashed out, bursting out a long way, and a muffled grunt came out, this muffled grunt was from Master Yuifan, whose arm was slashed by that eagle-hooked nose's division knife with a long bloody gash, and blood splattered out.

The eagle's hook nose heart slightly happy, thought he got it, in fact, it is not, is the master of the mortal make a bitter trick, in order to let it reveal a crack, only deliberately let him cut his own knife, not waiting for the eagle's hook nose will be the master knife back to the master of the mortal master of the other hand has been pinched his wrist, the true qi infusion, surging, the eagle's hook nose only feel numbness in the tiger's mouth, the whole body trembling, in the hands of the master knife did not hold steady, "ding dang", "ding dong". The hawk-hooked nose only felt a numbness in the mouth of the tiger, the whole body trembled, the master knife in his hand did not hold steady when, "ding dang" fell to the ground.

At this time, the master of the mortal face appeared a trace of cunning smile, another injured hand swiftly pushed forward, a palm towards the eagle's chest shot, this palm if the implementation of the master of the mortal with this kind of profound cultivation, not to the eagle's nose shot a few broken sternum can not be.

To say that the eagle's hook nose is really also very fierce, reaction is also extremely sensitive, when the master knife has not fallen on the ground, immediately reacted to, immediately raised a hand, placed in front of the chest, transported the true qi, resisted the mortal master of this fatal palm.

"There was a loud bang.

Two people's palms collided together, stirring the surrounding air field a burst of violent fluctuations, an extremely sharp wind centered on two people, towards the surrounding dense, forming a mass and a mass of ripples visible to the naked eye, blowing around the wind in all directions, will be fighting in the heat of the Huikong masters and other people blowing back and forth, even the masked old Taoist also followed the backward two steps, by the dust floating up to disorientate the eyes.

Subsequently, the entire world was quiet, only the hawk-hooked nose and Master Zhifan were left standing still on the spot, single palms intersecting, still the aftermath continued to spread out in all directions, a moment later, the muscles on the hawk-hooked nose's face twitched slightly, a trace of blood slipped away along the corner of his mouth, then with a movement of his throat, a large mouthful of blood gushed out, staining Master Zhifan's monk's robes with a bloody color.