Chapter 978 People Are Like Shooting Stars

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On the ground in the middle of the hall, there are two ancient books.

One is "Xue Style Taijiquan This Chapter" that Xue Jianing carried with him, and the other is "Xue Style Taijiquan Fragments" that Leng Luosha had just brought.

At this time, Leng Rakshasa had already burst into laughter in his heart.

She originally only wanted to deal with Ye Hong today, but she didn't expect such a surprise.

Xue Style Taijiquan was famous in China back then.

Its strength has made countless sects jealous, and couldn't help but make a move to snatch it.

However, these sects have their own selfish interests, and they cannot reach a unified opinion after grabbing the boxing manuals.

However, they later learned that Xue Style Taijiquan is divided into this chapter and a supplementary chapter.

What they tried so hard to grab was just a supplement.

Without this article as a basis, the supplementary articles alone are of no use.

However, the descendant of Xue Style Taijiquan who mastered this article secretly handed this article to his daughter Xue Jianing, so no matter how people of those sects searched, they could not find this article.

So much so that the scraps they grabbed in their hands became tasteless.

Now that I have seen this article, Leng Luosha, whose strength has been stagnant, sees hope in an instant.

If she can integrate this chapter and the remaining chapters, she has a great grasp of taking her strength to the next level.

At that time, you can take the iron fan door to escape the control of Ximen's house!

Looking at Xue Jianing with a serious face, Leng Luosha was disdainful again.

As an ancient martial artist like Xue Jianing, Leng Luosha, an ancient martial artist, can crush it with one hand.

In her view, the challenge is over before it even begins.

"I announce... the battle of life and death between the two ladies has officially begun!"

Su Sheng smiled and made a temporary cameo to challenge the host.

As soon as the words fell, Xue Jianing stepped forward and rushed towards Leng Rakshasa!

The footsteps are erratic, like a dragonfly stepping out of ripples in the water, approaching Leng Luosha with a wonderful trajectory.

"Huh? Step on the snow without a trace?"

The well-informed Leng Rakshasa instantly saw the origin of the footwork on Xue Jianing's feet.

However, she was only slightly surprised, and her face was still so proud.

"Humph! A little trick of carving insects."

She didn't even use a fan, she just gently stretched out a hand and fanned it into the air at will!

This fan is like Princess Iron Fan waving a banana fan.

A strange purple-black whirlwind suddenly appeared in the hall, covering Xue Jianing's body.

"what--"

Within the storm, Xue Jianing's screams were heard.

"Out of control."

Leng Raksha shook his head proudly.

But after a while, her pupils suddenly shrank, and many small pimples instantly appeared on her skin.

This is the body's automatic alertness!

"call out--"

A slender figure pierced the purple-black whirlwind, paused in mid-air, and quickly swooped towards the cold Rakshasa on the ground.

Xue Jianing in midair made a strange gesture with both palms.

"Leng Rakshasa, go to hell!"

People are like shooting stars, palms are like cannonballs.

"boom--"

Leng Rakshasa, who was caught off guard, was directly printed on his chest by Xue Jianing's head-on move.

After a grunt, Leng Luosha took three steps back.

Although she tried hard to suppress it, a strand of blood still slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"This is... what kind of palm method?"

Leng Luosha clutched his aching chest, and there was a moment of disbelief in his eyes.

She is an ancient martial artist, but was injured by the ancient martial artist?

How did the other party cross the huge gap between the two and wave this magical palm? !