At this moment, everyone looked at Xuandu. However, Xuandu blushed in the face of everyone's reproach, but he knew that he had no choice.
He had no choice!
Chen Feng's cultivation was too strange!
His internal strength was like an endless flood, as if it could never be used up. As for himself, he could only continue to consume it.
With this, his defeat was only a matter of time.
If he had known this would happen, he would not have angered Chen Feng at Clear Wind Temple that day.
Otherwise, Shaolin wouldn't be in such a difficult situation today.
Thinking of this, Xuandu felt extremely regretful.
He could only blame himself for underestimating Chen Feng back then. However, Xuandu also knew that this was the only way to win even though it was disgraceful.
Based on the current situation, Chen Feng should only know one palm technique!
Although his internal energy was strange, he definitely did not have any nimble and flexible martial arts moves. He only needed to use Flower-pinching Finger to feign an attack from afar and find the right opportunity to win.
"Priest Chen! Sorry for offending you!"
With this thought in mind, Xuandu did not say anything else. He immediately waved his hand and shot out five Flower-pinching Fingers in Chen Feng's direction.
In an instant, the air fluctuated!
However, Chen Feng was still a first-rate expert. He dodged the attack by moving around in the air. However, those who saw this scene shook their heads and sighed.
From the looks of it, Chen Feng really did not have any feints.
In other words, he would definitely lose this time.
However, just as everyone thought that Chen Feng would fly into a rage out of humiliation. Chen Feng circulated his internal energy and placed his hands back slightly as if he was brewing something.
As expected!
In the next moment, Chen Feng's eyes flashed. Immediately after, a surge of internal energy rose from his dantian, rushed through his meridians, and circulated in the lung meridian of hand taiyin before condensing in his palm.
Boom!
In the next moment, he aimed at Xuandu with Regret of Dragon Subduing!
"Roar!"
For a moment, his palm wind was fierce, and there seemed to be a faint roar in his palm power. Xuandu could clearly see the dragon-shaped palm wind whistling toward him.
However, he had underestimated himself too much!
The five meters distance between them gave Xuandu a lot of space to dodge. Then, without saying a word, he dodged the palm.
In the next second, he picked up a flower and sneered at Chen Feng,"Priest Chen, I didn't expect you to win the thirty-six houses of Shaolin in a row. You're indeed a young talent who doesn't appear in the world. But…"
Before he could finish, Xuandu suddenly realized something was wrong.
This was because he suddenly realized that not only did Chen Feng not panic after dodging the palm, but he even sneered.
It seemed that victory was already in his grasp!
What was going on?
Moreover, from the looks of it, Chen Feng seemed to be waiting for something?
"What is he waiting for?"
"Wait a minute…Look!"
For a moment, the surrounding onlookers suddenly realized that something was wrong. Immediately after, Chen Feng suddenly pulled his hands back.
"Kill them!"
Immediately, Chen Feng let out a metallic cry.
Although he was young, his voice was deafening. In the next moment, a dragon-shaped palm energy came from behind Xuandu.
Boom!
The next moment, Xuandu couldn't laugh anymore!
He felt as if his back had been rammed by a bull, and his entire body flew forward uncontrollably.
At the same time, while he was still in midair, his clothes were torn inch by inch. A blood-red palm print was imprinted on his back, and blood could not stop spurting out from his mouth and nose.
Thud!
With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Xuandu fell directly off the stage. At this moment, all the onlookers were stunned.
The scene just now happened too quickly, and many people did not see it clearly.
"This... When?"
"What happened?"
At this moment, Xuandu was the most shocked. He did not even see clearly how he was sent flying.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Obviously, his internal organs had been torn apart!
"Martial Granduncle! Don't talk…Hurry up and heal your injuries!"
At this moment, a monk hurriedly fed him the pill. At this moment, Xuandu couldn't be bothered to speak anymore. He quickly swallowed some pills and started healing himself.
It was only at this moment that the onlookers slowly came back to their senses.
Among them, there were also those who knew what was good.
For example, Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of Beggar's Sect, muttered to himself after the initial shock,""This move…Was it Regret? That's right, it was Regret for Subduing the Dragon! What a handsome palm technique!"
"What? Regret after subduing the dragon?" Hearing this, some people present did not understand.
Seeing that someone didn't understand, Ma Dayuan immediately explained,""That's right! This palm is the last move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. I saw Gang Leader Qiao use it before. However, this move was extremely difficult to practice, and even Gang Leader Qiao couldn't use it! He didn't expect that Priest Chen could actually master it to the point of perfection.!”
"The essence of this palm is to be able to control internal strength! Others could only use their internal strength to move objects, but Regretful Dragon could already control the internal strength of his body and kill his enemies invisibly!”
"What a good Taoist Priest Chen! What a good move!"
Soon, following Ma Dayuan's explanation, everyone present understood.
However, when they realized what had happened, no one could remain calm!
If it was really as he said!
In that case, Chen Feng was simply a monster!
He was only eighteen years old, but he already had the inner strength of the Xiantian realm at the age of twenty. Moreover, cultivating Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms could surpass decades of bitter cultivation.
This was simply inconceivable!
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