Facing the menacing whip leg, the white-robed man's expression showed a sneer, his right arm moved, as if it was a poisonous snake, winding up, and the strong force burst out, removing the domineering force on the whip leg, the body retreated backwards, the body of the black-robed monk was pulled forward and took a step forward, and the side of the white-robed man's body, his left arm moved, his elbow moved, and he smashed down on the knee joint with fierce force.

The black-clothed monk's gaze was fixed, the knee joint is the most vulnerable part of the leg, if it is smashed by the fierce elbow joint, then the knee joint will be hit hard, if the knee joint is hit hard, it will affect the whole body, and the next duel is bound to fall into the downwind.

The body moved.

The body rose from the ground, and with the help of the leg that was grabbed by the white-robed man, the black-clothed monk threw out a fierce whip leg again.

The whipleg whipped up a raging wind and whipped at the temple of the black-clad monk.

The white-robed man's expression changed slightly, he didn't dare to be careless, his body took a step back, his right arm was withdrawn, and he smashed into the palm of the black-robed monk's foot with a punch.

The black-robed monk retreated.

The two stood still, looking at each other.

There was a strong internal force circulating around the white-robed man's body, and the qi gradually rose inwardly, as if a hundred rivers were like the sea, and layers of waves gradually rose in the sea, and a sneer appeared in his expression, and his soft words came out, "It is your honor that you die in my hands...... Here I will appreciate what is the real supreme practice of Bodhi Temple, the morning is heard, you can die at night, I let you see, you can die in peace. ”

There was a hint of disgust in the black-robed monk's expression.

The exercises of the Bodhi Temple are broad and profound, and the same exercises allow different people to practice is also different power, even if he has been practicing hard in the Bodhi Temple for nearly a hundred years, he does not dare to make a big statement to others, so that he can have a good understanding of what is the real martial arts of the Bodhi Temple, and furthermore, the powerful exercises of the Bodhi Temple are by no means replaced by one person, even if the ancestor of the temple has been participating in Zen for five hundred years, he does not dare to say that he can represent the martial arts of the Bodhi Temple.

The arrogance of the white-robed man made the black-robed monk feel disgusted and angry.

But—

Soon, the black-robed monk's expression returned to calm, and a pair of eyes seemed to be an endless abyss, incomparably deep, and there would be no change in the slightest regardless of the turbulence in front of him.

Anger can make people lose their minds.

In the duel of masters, the emphasis is on winning or losing with one move, and the slightest carelessness is defeat.

The internal force slowly flowed out, and the powerful qi of the black-robed monk soared into the sky.

"Just let me, the monk who came out of the Bodhi Temple, understand how much of my Bodhi Temple exercises you have learned. ”

Words are spit out.

The black-robed monk's qi rose again.

The body moved violently.

Follow a straight line towards the white-robed man.

"Looking for death—"

Simply spit out two words.

The body of the white-robed man moved suddenly, and the powerful momentum he exuded was not inferior to that of the black-robed monk, and he also rushed out along the straight line.

……

……

The black-robed monk took out his hand to restrain the white-robed man, and Gui Yuan didn't have to worry about anything anymore, his body moved, appearing in front of the masters of the Luo Sha Gate, the wide sleeves were rolled up, and he was wrapped in a strong internal force, like an iron whip, and suddenly whipped out, and the rapid power continued to explode like a firecracker, and a Luo Sha Men master suddenly flew backwards, his body seemed to be a willow in the wind, bending, and then falling to the ground heavily.

Longan's body didn't stop for a moment.

A dazzling golden light shone on the golden body, and the sleeves like an iron whip continued to whip out, and all the masters of the Luo Sha Sect who encountered it either dodged or flew out with serious injuries behind them.

All of a sudden.

Longan is like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, desperate to kill.

Relying on the power of one person, Guiyuan is trying to turn the tide.

Many masters of the Luo Shamen gradually shifted the target to Gui Yuan's body, forming a situation of encirclement, and began to strangle Gui Yuan.

Look at it.

Thirteen figures were surrounded by the surrounding figures, and the worst strength was also the martial artist who had just entered the Grandmaster Realm, and the powerful aura exuded by the thirteen people combined to make people feel palpitations.

"The martial artists of the Great Grandmaster Realm are all qualified to start a sect, but I didn't expect you to be so unbearable, the lackeys of the Sect of Luosha, don't you feel ashamed of the Great Grandmaster Master?"

Gui Yuan said sharply.

The words were wrapped in a strong power, like a spring thunder exploding on the ground.

"It's really shocking that the domineering lion roar is so strong. ”

A gray-haired, gloomy man said in a deep voice.

"Aren't the monks of Bodhi Monastery not involved in worldly affairs, and why should they meddle in such things...... Could it be that the Bodhi Temple also covets the things of the ancient kingdom of Dali?"

A tower-like man with a tiger's back asked sharply.

"How we do things is our own business, we don't need you to guide us, we don't want to be enemies of Bodhi Temple, you better leave, we don't care about what you just did. ”

An old man with a withered expression and few white hairs on his roof said in a deep voice.

“……”

Gui Yuan's expression was not angry but mighty, and said: "You lackeys of the Rashamen, you don't know how much blood is stained on your hands, and you don't know how many monks have killed my Bodhi Temple over the years, don't you know in your hearts?"

The voice wrapped in the power of thunder continued to pour into everyone's ears.

At the moment, no one speaks.

Gui Yuan continued to speak: "I advise you, the atrocities of the Rashamen have made the gods angry, and the qi of the Rashamen will be exhausted in the endless desert, if there is still a trace of kindness in your hearts, then put down the butcher's knife, follow me to the Bodhi Temple, eat fasting and chant sutras for 9981 days, you can wash away the killing on your back, and then completely convert to Buddhism." ”

"Huh...... Do you really think that the Bodhi Temple is a holy land? It's really ridiculous, Buddhism is compassionate, aren't you still going on a killing spree?"

The old man with a withered face said in a deep voice.

"Fuck off...... I'm happy to let me kill people and set them on fire, and it's better to kill me than to let me eat and recite Buddha...... It really made me take refuge in us, I must take the golden body of the Buddha in exchange for wine money, how can you bear with me?"

The tower-like man with a tiger's back said loudly.

Guiyuan's expression was very calm, but there was a fierce cold light in his eyes.

Step out.

Angry bullfighting.

With a movement of his sleeves, he turned into two sturdy iron whips, and whipped out brutally.

The wind is blowing.

The man on the tower was suddenly hit hard, and his body flew backwards like a sandbag.

(End of chapter)