An old monk beside him slowly turned around, saluted slightly, and said softly.

"Lin Quan Temple Shi Hong!"

"Please advise Master Zhang!"

With a flick of his right hand, the tin staff flipped over, put it on his left elbow, pulled his robe, and fell to the ground.

The sound of the iron and tin rod wearing the ring was like a sledgehammer smashing down on the head.

More than a thousand pounds!

The sonic boom starts!

Zhang Jiang stood motionless, not even stepping out of his feet, and raised his eyebrows.

Facing the 10,000-pound tin staff that fell heavily, his teeth tightened, and he waved the mountain knife in his hand gently.

"Whew!"

A heavy sound of breaking wind swept out.

"Whew!"

There was a muffled sound of gold!

The head of the tin staff flew suddenly.

Shi Hong's complexion changed slightly, and there was only a long iron rod left in the tin staff in his hand, which was forced to close in the air, a little concrete ground, and his body took advantage of the momentum to rise, and kicked Zhang Jiang's left ribs.

Zhang Jiang did not retreat or block, but cut Shi Hong's momentum forward, his shoulders moved, and a fierce energy like a mountain suddenly disappeared.

"Boom!"

Shi Hong's whole person flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, as fast as a storm and lightning, and more like a cannonball.

After knocking down a big monk along the way, he fell to the ground heavily, spurting out a mouthful of blood, struggling twice, looking pained, and closing his eyes tightly.

The two monks immediately helped Shi Hong up and sat cross-legged on the ground and took the pill.

Zhang Jiang's face remained unchanged, he raised his hand to hold the iron rod in his hand, looked around the audience, and inserted it casually!

The iron tin rod was easily not as deep as a foot in the thick concrete, and it swayed incessantly, making a buzzing sound.

However, in two moves, Shi Hong, one of the leading figures of Southern Shaolin, was seriously injured by General Zhang.

You know, Linquan Temple was built in the Tang Dynasty, thirteen stick monks saved the Tang King, during which there were many great monks who left history books.

General Zhang was carrying his grandfather's Xuantie knife, his heart was smooth, his qi was released, and he shouted loudly: "The Jin family, the five heavenly kings, the war dragon, General Zhang!"

"Challenge the Buddha!"

A loud shout resounded over the small courtyard, and the arrogance was dry, and the sky was angry.

The great monks raised their heads and chests, holding tin rods, and countless people quietly withdrew their golden silk robes.

A thin and white-bearded old monk stepped out of the crowd, put the tin staff aside, put one palm together, and said slowly.

"Jizu Mountain Changde!"

Slowly lifting his breath, revealing a pair of big black fists.

Zhang Jiang nodded slightly: "Please!"

With a backhand, the black iron knife is inserted back into the waist, and the right foot draws an arc, presenting a lunge.

Changde said softly: "Please!"

General Zhang shouted hello, and immediately bullied up, left fist and right palm, fist punch palm, two-pronged.

Punch Changde face door, palm split Changde carotid artery.

Changde stood still, parting with a part, taking a horse pile step, and his fists directly met Zhang Jiang's palm fist.

The sound wave of breaking wind exploded, and the two sides suddenly became stronger.

The sound of the clashing of gold and stone came out, and it had just sounded.

Changde's double fists are only one size smaller than Erdan's, and the punches are even more powerful and powerful, each punch has a sound of breaking wind, and the strength is no less than 10,000 catties.

"Xuankong Fist!"

"Shhh

With a cracking sound, Chang De shattered Haiqing, revealing two black arms, which directly blocked Zhang Jiang's interception.

"Boom!"

Another muffled bang!

General Zhang took a few steps back and smiled slightly: "Iron Arm Gong!"

Chang De put his palms together and said quietly: "Master Zhang, your martial arts are not as good as mine, please stop fighting." ”

Zhang Jiang nodded slightly: "That's why I didn't use this!"

"Attention!"

As he spoke, he cut his body upwards in the same way, and slashed Changde's arm with one hand.

Changde was not afraid, raised his elbows and carried hard, and punched with his backhand!

The moment his elbows met, Changde suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain coming, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

His arm was actually forced by Zhang Jiang.

Then, a vast and boundless mysterious true qi rushed along his arm to his shoulder, and he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, and his body was carried out by the mysterious true qi, as fast as a spinning top spinning at high speed.

The sound of the whizzing wind suddenly started, and the big monks who were close to it did not dare to pick it up, and in the end, it was the starry sky monk of Wutai Mountain who made a move and used Pranya Gong to take Changde down.

At this time, everyone's faces changed when they saw Zhang Jiang.

"Heaven-level Transformation Realm !!"

"So young! Thirty-five?"

"As a martial artist, Beizong is also a heavenly level that only advanced at the age of thirty-five. ”

"This Zhang Jiang is a heaven-level realm, and he has also condensed his true qi!"

"The !! of the Grandmasters"

From this battle on, I am afraid that the name of the Heavenly King Zhang Jiang will spread all over the world.

Zhang Jiang still looked indifferent, and said lightly: "The Jin family, the five heavenly kings, the war dragon - Zhang Jiang!"

"Challenge the Buddha!"

Shout out this sentence for the third time!

The qi engine was suddenly released, soaring into the sky, and a powerful and righteous pressure was released, and the air in the air suddenly stopped.

For a time, most of the great monks were suppressed by General Zhang's overwhelming deterrence.

At this moment, the demon brush flew to the southeast corner, and a figure appeared.

The ten fingers of the hands are flexed, and the crackling and writhing sound of the joints is pleasant to the ear.

Lowering his head, the peerless cold face was very charming, and he said softly: "The Jin family, the five heavenly kings, the demon wolf, Zhang Yuhan!"

"Challenging the !! Buddhism"

The dozen or so big monks in the southeast corner looked at each other and nodded.

It was unanimously determined that the demon wolf Zhang Yuhan was a little higher in light power, and from the perspective of the qi machine, the demon wolf Zhang Yuhan was also at the level of the middle and late stages of the emperor level.

"It's time to pick up Leng Bao!"

Immediately, a person in a brown Haiqing monk's robe came out, bowed his head and folded his head.

"Lushan Huaiyun! I have the honor to ask for advice!"

Zhang Yuhan bowed his head slightly, and said softly: "I want to insert your right shoulder!"

As soon as the words fell, the person was gone!

An afterimage burst into flames, but Zhang Yuhan had already returned to his original place.

Looking at Monk Huaiyun again, there were five bloody blood holes on his right shoulder, and the blood was soaring.

The audience couldn't help but gasp!

Qian Xueyun, who was watching the battle from a distance, covered her mouth tightly, almost unable to believe her eyes.

Even the Baodan Sect Master Qian Xueyun changed color slightly, muttering to herself: "How can it be so fast!?"

Yan Xiaodie knew too well the power of the demon, and said softly: "Whoever underestimates the demon will regret it for the rest of his life." ”

"Because, the wicked he is...... Non-human!"

At this time, Zhan Kaiyao turned around suddenly, her face was pale, and she exclaimed, "Cousin, why are you going?"

The man's mother-in-law, Sun Shengnan, pointed timidly and weakly at the Heavenly Soldiers' dormitory, and whispered.

"I ...... I'll see where he goes!"

"You're crazy!"

Zhan Kaiyao squinted his eyes at Jin Rui, who was drinking tea and playing with magic machines, and rushed to Sun Shengnan's side.

"Didn't you hear what the evil star said, you will blow up the building after crossing the stairs!"

"Evil Star does what he says. Do you know what the people who escaped from him called him when he was in the Buddha Kingdom?"

"Heaven-Killing Star !!"

Sun Shengnan was trembling with fright, his feet were trembling, and he was helped by Zhan Kaiyao to his ancestor.

"Grandma, I'...... I want to see him...... What does it look like?"

Qian Xueyun patted Sun Shengnan's head and said with a smile: "You haven't seen the big Dharma Body clearly last night?"

Sun Shengnan lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's so ugly!"

Jin Rui's hearing is super strong now, and he can hear the conversations of several people clearly, and he can't help but shake his ears.

"What's going on, man?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a large area suddenly vacated from the southeast corner where the demon was standing.

There were two great monks lying on the ground, one with a blurred flesh and blood on his left shoulder, and the other with blood gushing from his back.

The two great monks are both well-known monks on Hong Kong Island and Treasure Island, and their skills are at the prefecture level, but they were seriously injured by a mere emperor-level warrior.

Counting Huaiyun at the forefront, the demon tore down three in just three minutes, which can be called a peerless demon.

The speed of the demon is so fast that these people don't react at all, and by the time they react, the demon has already arrived.

didn't even have a chance to make a move, and then he was torn or grabbed or inserted by the claws of the demon, and then lay down.

The demon covered in blood put his finger into his mouth and tasted it in front of many people, stretched out his tongue and licked it again, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shrink your neck and look up, and smile evilly!

In broad daylight, the green glow of his eyes shone brightly, and the monks who were close to him were so frightened that they retreated.

Jin Rui's right hand patted his forehead weakly.

This dead demon is really costly.

Every time you fight, no matter whether you wear clothes of a few hundred yuan or a suit of hundreds of thousands, they are all scrapped, and the blood wash cannot be washed off.