The speed of the black-faced monk was not as fast as that of Liu Sheng's killing god, so he stood still on the ground, and a set of vajra fists was unleashed by him, and the tiger and tiger were vigorous, and the fist wind surged out in all directions like a twelve-level typhoon, and the nearby trees were constantly overturned by the strong wind, and they fell down, and the power was unmatched for a while.

Relying on the skill of listening to the wind and distinguishing the position, the black-faced monk's pair of golden iron fists collided with the heavy sword light that swept from all directions, even if he was occasionally slashed by the sword, it was only a shake at most.

The black-faced monk is like a brave iron King Kong, standing tall and standing in the center of the storm, his arms and iron fists waving like a mountain, like a thunderous riot, flying sand and rocks when he moves, his eyes are bright, as powerful as a god, and he is fierce and fierce, so that people can only look up to it.

Liu Sheng's body is vigorous and fast, fast as lightning, and he can only see a shadow of the debut remnant, constantly circling around the black-faced monk, and the long knife in his hand is swung out frequently at an astonishing high frequency, one after another, the knife is like a thunderbolt, cracking the stone, tearing the air hard, arousing a burst of ghost crying and screaming.

A dull and deafening explosion sounded frequently, it was the sound produced when the two people's energy exchanged and collided, and two inhuman-like monsters fought, and the trees within a radius of ten feet were all shattered and broken, and finally burst into powder and dust.

The grass was covered with deep pits, and scar marks spread from the place of battle.

The black-faced monk was extremely excited, although most of the punches and kicks that attacked were resisted, but the master was lonely, with his current strength, it was a kind of happiness to be able to find a master who could fight with him.

The shadow of the fist is like a mountain of emptiness and pouring, the shadow of the leg is like a fire and thunder and crushing, and the god of killing Liu Sheng, who is in the center of this storm, is like a ghost and a ghost, shuttling through the unparalleled energy, and seems to be at ease, but who knows that he is secretly crying in his heart now.

The powerful pressure from the black-faced monk was like an impassable cloud peak, constantly pressing towards him, although most of the opponent's attacks were dodged by himself, but the unimaginably fierce fists and feet of the black-faced monk and his sword qi every time they collided, he was shocked and his internal organs were as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea.

The golden bell jar is strong to the yang, invincible, this monk is already invincible, unless he can split the door on his body with a knife, or sooner or later he will be defeated.

Liu Sheng Killing God can only support hard, trying his best to resist, the pressure around him is still increasing, he feels that the whole sky has collapsed, heavy pressure on his body, and he feels as if he has experienced thousands of years of thunder and wind, indescribable and very terrible pain is still continuing, I don't know when I will be able to get through it.

Just when he felt that he was about to hold on to it, he suddenly felt the pressure around him lighten, as if he had walked from the terrifying and abnormal Nine Hells and suddenly came to a beautiful world, the whole heaven and earth starry sky, bright moon, mountains and rivers appeared in his eyes again, he felt the preciousness of life, the beauty of new life.

Liu Sheng is also a human being, at the moment of life and death, there are thousands of people's expressions and thoughts, but when the crisis passes, there is only one thought left in anyone's mind: escape from death!

Just as Liu Sheng Killing God secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his fast-moving body suddenly tightened, and an unparalleled suction force suddenly arose in the void, pulling straight towards the black-faced monk.

Liu Sheng's body was suddenly stunned, and he saw the black-faced monk's right hand together, and his five fingers were pointing at Liu Sheng's killing god, and then he clenched it into an empty fist and split it out with one palm.

If there is a master who is familiar with Shaolin mastery at this time, he must have exclaimed in surprise, because the black-faced monk has used a great palm technique, one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, the "Sumeru Mountain Palm".

This palm power is extremely difficult to practice, and even if it is practiced, every time you make a palm, you need to sit on the horse and gather your skills. The reason why this kind of palm power is extremely difficult to practice is because this kind of palm power has both positive and negative strengths, and it is extremely difficult to control.

The black-faced monk's five-fingered void grabbing seemed random, but in fact, it had already produced a great suction force to envelop the willow killing god.

When the black-faced monk's five fingers clenched into an empty fist and split out with one palm, the suction power turned into momentum, and the vast and incomparable palm power surged forward like a flash flood.

But it turned out that the black-faced monk rarely encountered an opponent who was "equal", and he couldn't help but be excited to use his full power, and he actually showed the newly practiced "Sumeru Mountain Palm".

Since the other party is an opponent with super defensive power, it can be said that it is a black iron tower that he can't kill even if he stands and lets him kill the gods, so he has already retreated.

However, at this time, it was impossible for Liu Sheng to kill the god to retreat with his whole body, and the black-faced monk blasted out the "Sumeru Mountain Palm" with all his might, and the fierce palm power was like the wild waves of the sea, surging, and it seemed to be endless, and it was inevitable to avoid it!

Liu Sheng's forehead was crawling with dense beads of sweat, his chest was rising and falling fiercely, his nose was expanding and shrinking, and his breath was panting rapidly.

"The Angry God Breaks the Sky and Slashes!" "The Angry God of Killing felt the breath of death rapidly approaching him, and instinctively, he slashed out his strongest sword. This sword condensed the essence of his life's swordsmanship, and it was unimaginably powerful.

Liu Sheng's killing god instantly turned into a meteor that fell through the sky, and the light of Sen Leng's knife slashed towards the black-faced monk like lightning, the knife went mercilessly, the knife returned without leaving life, and it was a lore blow. The sword turned into a thunderbolt and slashed, causing a thunderous roar, and a bolt of lightning split the void.

Both of them are locked by each other's spiritual momentum, and there is no way to avoid it with one palm and one knife, and there is no other way than to fight hard.

Almost in a flash of light and shadow, the golden incomparable aura and the thunderbolt lightning had already collided fiercely, "Bang!" A hurricane-like shockwave centered on the two of them, rolling up the broken wood and weeds on the ground, and violently swept away in all directions.

The disguised thing on the face of the Yanagi Killing God was instantly shattered by the unparalleled power that burst out, revealing his true face, a "scar man" in his forties and fifties.

The hurricane rushed more than a dozen feet away before it stopped its momentum, and wherever it passed, anything tangible was ruthlessly destroyed and torn to pieces. With this shockwave, a large area of clean land was swept around the two of them.

"Huh——!" The bodies of the black-faced monk and Yanagi Killing God were like cannonballs, and they were knocked out. It flew upside down dozens of meters away, and finally smashed into the woods on both sides of the trail with a "boom!"

Lying in the miscellaneous woods, the black-faced monk spat out a mouthful of blood. Although the black-faced monk was wearing the most powerful golden bell jar in the world, and his whole body was invulnerable, and it was difficult to invade by water and fire, but such a violent impact still injured him.

The two powerhouses shook each other with all their might, and the incomparably fast speed and powerful power burst out with terrifying lethality in an instant, and the golden bell jar couldn't bear it!

After a few quick breaths, calming the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, the black-faced monk reached out fiercely to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up from a pile of broken branches and leaves, his dark face was flushed.

Immediately, the black-faced monk ran up, and the sound of heavy footsteps resounded throughout the woods, and everywhere he passed, all the trees were directly broken by his tower-like strong body, and he wanted to kill Liu Sheng and kill the god.

Monks are also murderous, and it is also a great merit to kill an island country demon like Yanagi Killing God.

"Roar! damn fellow!" a deafening roar came from the woods, and the black-faced monk rushed to the place where the Yanagi Killing God had fallen, only to see a broken branch and broken wood, but the Yanagi Killing God was gone. The mess of leaves, broken branches, and splatters of blood.

The black-faced monk was irritable for a while, and then calmed down. When the black-faced monk was about to turn around and walk out of the woods, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he immediately shouted: "Who is sneaky, get out of here for the Buddha." ”

The sound was like a thunderbolt, but I saw a white figure jumping up from a big tree four feet away, stepping on the treetops like clouds and running towards the black-faced monk.

The clothes were torn into the air, and the visitor came to the black-faced monk in the blink of an eye, so handsome and light.

But the person who came was a man in a white suit and holding a long sword. This man has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a slender figure, about thirty years old, and is quite chivalrous.

"Wudang Lingxiao has seen Uncle Tie!" the man bowed to the black-faced monk without humility or arrogance.

"You are the grandson of the Heavenly Sword Killing God Ling Jiechen, the one who was sent to Wudang since he was a child?" The black-faced monk looked the man in front of him up and down in surprise.