"Almost......" Jemol said suddenly. has been hit in the heart, and he still has the strength to speak, which has to make people admire the tenacity of his vitality.

Qin Yan raised his eyebrows: "What did you say, why did you almost do it?" As soon as the words came out, there was an alarm in his heart. In his perception, the demon monk's depleted vitality actually stopped the momentum of passing, and instead began to recover. Extremely surprised, he didn't have time to think about it anymore, he raised his fists, and flew towards Yemol with a large piece of golden light.

"Almost, it's really going to let the poor monk return to the Pure Land......" Yemol sighed before he finished his sentence, Qin Yan had already run through a few short steps, and with a punch, a violent wave surged down, smashing on the back of Yemolle's face-covering hand, making a loud noise.

The land, which had been ravaged countless times in this battle, cracked again, and the power of this punch poured out uncontrollably, and Yemol's legs sank deep into the ground, and his face was oozing blood, as terrible as a ghost.

Qin Yan didn't wait for him to catch his breath, and another palm pushed it out, hitting him in the face, suddenly making a crisp sound, blood splattered, and the right hand that covered his face was also thrown away by this palm, revealing his miserable appearance behind.

The power of this palm was enough to shatter the pig iron, and when hit in the face, it could almost directly blow up the entire head, but it did not show the power it should have on Yemol's face, but it only made his nose bleed for a long time, and half of his cheek was swollen.

Of course, Qin Yan was not satisfied, his fists fell like raindrops, and each punch had the power of a mountain and a rock, hitting Yemol with a dull roar, and from time to time bringing up a large string of blood flowers, enveloping Yemol all around. As a result, large chunks of earth and rocks were torn apart, and the ground beneath Jemol's feet collapsed completely, and half of his body was buried.

Under such a furious attack, Yemol could only protect the vital points, but the heavy force poured in through other parts. Even if it was the golden body of the Buddha, he couldn't help but hit it like this, and began to twitch and tremble.

But Qin Yan's heart gradually sank. Despite the tremors and blood spurting wildly, Yemol's two arms did not freeze because of this, but regained their senses more and more, and wrapped his attack in a flowing cloud and soft water, and shifted it aside.

"What kind of monster is this guy!" His heart has been pierced, and he has been beaten so many times, why does he still refuse to die obediently to Lao Tzu!'

The opponent's strength seemed to be slowly recovering, as if it was endless. If it continues like this, it may be Qin Yan's side that loses!

Actually, I don't have much strength left...... Then, the next punch will decide life and death!

Qin Yan took a deep breath, his waist sank, and the violent blood and qi all over his body converged in his right hand, and before he punched, the surging power had already brought a tearing backlash. He gritted his teeth, summoned his consciousness to his fist, and slammed it down on the top of Jemol's head.

"Click!" The sound was not violent, but it kicked up a large cloud of smoke and dust. The surrounding hundreds of steps of land collapsed down by half a meter, and Yemol finally failed to open this punch with a soft water palm, Qin Yan could feel the touch from his hand, and this punch smashed into the ground!

If you don't die yet, then Young Master Ben will have to stretch out his neck and wait for you to slaughter him.

The wind whipped up and the smoke flew over the craters deep in the ground, lingering for a long time.

Qin Yan waited in front of the pit for a long time, and finally didn't see the figure stand up again. There was silence in the black hole, only the howling wind. The monk who seemed to never be able to be beaten to death was finally over under the punch of the shipbreaker?

There seems to be no sign of life......

Due to the use of the will of the Divine Soul by force, Qin Yan's brain was now buzzing with the power of the backlash, and his perception was also reduced to an extremely weak point, and he couldn't determine the death of the demon monk, so he couldn't breathe that relaxed. After a long time, he felt that he had regained a little strength, and he walked down the slope of the pothole, into the smoke and dust, to find out.

Halfway through, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind hitting his face, his heart tightened, and he instinctively raised his arm and waved, only to feel like hitting a ball of cotton wool, and the other party took advantage of the power of his blow to fly away and quickly went away.

He's not dead...... However, he should not have much combat power, and he must not be allowed to escape!'

Thinking of this, Qin Yan desperately lifted the last bit of strength in his body, stepped heavily under his feet, strode across the pit, jumped out of the smoke and dust, and raised his eyes to see a blood-stained figure floating in the air, cross-legged and pinched, as solemn as a Buddha.

Seeing such a scene, his heart felt as if it had been poured with cold water, and it was cold to the bone.

'Is there no end to the strength and life of this man?'

Yemol sat upright in the air, pinching the seal like a Buddha, and ascending to a higher place. After a series of fierce battles, his body was almost naked at the moment, countless wounds were oozing blood, and a face was ruined. But at this moment, he didn't show the slightest embarrassment, his whole body exuded a faint golden light, and his holy and solemn posture almost made people worship.

"If it weren't for the fact that the position of the poor monk's heart was inherently different from ordinary people, I'm afraid it would really have to re-enter reincarnation...... After all, the poor monk still underestimated the heroes of the world......" In the solemn light of the Buddha, Yemol slowly spoke, "Several donors are dragons and phoenixes among the people, and today's battle, the poor monk has benefited a lot, in order to chat and express his gratitude......"

This is the declaration of the victor, and after such a bitter battle, he deserves to enjoy the last joy slowly.

But I have to say, monk, you talk too much nonsense!

Do you think that Young Master Ben is out of strength, and you are the final winner? No!

Qin Yan stared at the figure dozens of meters high in mid-air, and the exercise of sacrificing life was urged again, igniting the internal force in his body together. The internal force, which was originally insignificant compared to spiritual power and blood qi, once ignited, exerted a bursting effect like a long river of anger.

At this moment, a cold light flew from behind, shot into the air, and struck in front of Yemol in an instant. It was the Broken Sword in the palm of the Jade Han Smoke, and under the drive of the Nine Dragon Peak Imperial Sword Technique, it could take a person's head from a hundred steps and a thousand steps away. But Yemol didn't raise his eyes, but just stretched out two fingers at random, and then the flying sword light stopped abruptly, and he was clamped between his fingers, and he couldn't help but tremble, but he couldn't break free.

Yemol didn't frown, and continued: "In order to express gratitude, the poor monk decided to use the final mystery of Chixia Temple, which I personally understood, to send the two of them on the road to the Western Heaven Dynasty to see my Buddha......"

Qin Yan looked back, and saw that Yu Hanyan's delicate body trembled violently, his hands were like swords, and he couldn't help trembling with the sword light in the air, his mouth and nose were constantly oozing blood, and his body was shaky.

This scene made his brain hot, his blood surged, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Yemol-" The power of the flames, through the eight meridians, walks through a hundred tricks, like a strong wind through the sky, has been running in the body for a week in a blink of an eye, forcing to the legs. Stepping on it again, it was like a sculpture that struck the sky, rising against the wind and waves, and struck at the awe-inspiring figure of the Buddha with a fist.