Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

Yue Buqun slowly walked ashore.

The posture is very leisurely.

It doesn't look like they are here for a life-and-death battle.

"You finally came."

Zhu Wusi walked out of the Dragon King Temple.

His posture was also very calm.

There is not even any desire to win.

"No wonder."

Yue Buqun was a little surprised.

Because Zhu Wusi's aura was naturally deep and refined at this time, his skills were unmatched.

This is part of the secret of Hunyuan Gong reaching the eighth level.

It is also a realm that Zhu Wusi could not reach before.

“The world is inherently colorful.”

"This king's true energy encompasses everything, which is more in line with the mysteries of heaven and earth."

Zhu Wusi said proudly.

Although his current skills are several points weaker than before.

But the realm and quality are higher.

It is almost equivalent to three Feng Bupings who have cultivated Hunyuan Gong to the eighth level.

Even just one is tricky.

Not to mention three.

"You've also walked your own path."

Yue Buqun sighed.

There is no doubt that Zhu Wusi is a genius.

In the original plot, he plotted to kill his brother Gu Santong.

Although he was later betrayed and killed by his adopted sons and daughters,

But he always maintains the honor of being the best in the world.

If even his most beloved person had not dealt him a fatal blow, it would be easy to predict who would have won.

"Old rules."

"How many breaths do you think? Or how many moves?"

Zhu Wusi looked at Yue Buqun with a smile.

It seemed as if victory was certain.

"Does it make sense now?"

Yue Buqun threw his hand away.

The Longquan sword and its scabbard pierced directly into the hard reef like piercing tofu.

"Come on 550!"

Seeing this, Zhu Wusi's face became slightly angry.

He has reached a level that he himself has never reached.

But Yue Buqun still looked down on himself.

Still no sword was drawn.

Boom!

A simple step caused the Dragon King Temple Island to tremble.

Zhu Wusi's body then disappeared.

When everyone sees clearly.

He had already come within half a foot of Yue Buqun.

The palm falls.

Unparalleled power.

The emperor's appearance begins.

It seemed as if it was going to smash the Dragon King Temple Island to pieces.

Yue Buqun walked away with his palm flat.

Zhu Wusi was ejected as if he had been electrocuted.

But when the body rose up, six or seven unexpected fingers of light fell down.

Doraemon leaf finger.

The pomelo flowers are blooming.

This time, the use of true energy is exquisite.

This is definitely not what the previous Zhu Wusi could show.

This is the end.

Countless people thought that Yue Buqun might fail.

However, Yue Buqun's palm technique is still simple.

Still a flat palm.

Still a gesture of rejection.

But it was this wall of energy condensed in the palm of the hand that perfectly absorbed the Doroye Finger.

Zhu Wusi reversed in mid-air and exploded from top to bottom.

The power of this punch is terrifying.

It was so terrifying that the air was repelled.

The ground could no longer bear the weight and began to collapse.

however.

Yue Buqun still used the same palm technique.

Same flat palm.

It seems that this palm technique can restrain all kinds of martial arts in the world.

Chapter 459: Nine Suns Return to One

boom!

The ground collapsed.

But Zhu Wusi was like a bull hitting an iron wall.

He staggered a little after landing.

The Qi and blood also fluctuated violently.

"Huashan has such a palm technique?"

Zhu Wusi adjusted his breathing and recovered a little.

"Seven Broken Palms."

Yue Buqun's answer was simple.

Seven-broken Palms.

Broken heart, broken blood, broken tendons, broken liver, broken kidneys, broken bones, broken wrists.

There are seven ways to kill people.

The third palm strike just now was to cut off the blood.

No wonder Zhu Wusi’s energy and blood almost got out of control.

"What a terrifying palm technique."

Zhu Wusi was still frightened.

He knew he couldn't pretend anymore.

A boiling, overwhelming murderous intent rose into the sky.

Yue Buqun pointed his sword.

Zhu Wusi didn't waste any words and struck out with a palm.

The incredibly powerful aura condensed into a dragon-shaped aura that roared towards them, capable of destroying everything in its path.

There was no emotion in Yue Buqun's eyes.

Just swipe your finger:

The god of rivers all over the world points to the sky.

One designated the world.

The originally lifelike and majestic dragon-shaped energy was frozen in mid-air.

Zhu Wusi seemed to have expected this.

It exploded from the original 90% strength to 120%.

The extinguished dragon-shaped energy once again let out a deafening roar.

The most egregious thing is.

Everyone could see that the dragon was already angry and was attacking Yue Buqun's finger barrier with all its might.

"Dragon-shaped energy!"

"Could it be that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms has also been lost?"

Miao En lost his mind.

In his understanding, dragon-shaped energy is basically the exclusive manifestation of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

And it has to be practiced to an extremely profound level.

Only then can the dragon shape be formed.

"K."

“Or maybe it’s some kind of reference.”

Miao Di guessed.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms has been passed down for so many years.

There are some leaks to some extent.

Nothing else to say.

Shaolin alone has collected the secrets of two of these palm techniques.

Not to mention the royal arsenal.

"It's the Dragon Claw Hand."

Zuo Lengchan said, "In the battle on the long streets of the capital more than half a year ago, Zhu Wusi used the Dragon Claw Hand. At that time, the Dragon Claw Hand was already superb, and he could perform it with palm techniques, fist techniques, and finger techniques at will."

The Four Wonders of Shaolin nodded their heads as they listened.

The disciples of the Songshan School were filled with admiration.