"It's a pity, although you are strong enough, you are not my opponent after all!"

Wang Cheng was full of breath, staring at Wuhui condescendingly like a **** day, and said in an unquestionable voice, as if the verdict had been announced.

Wu Hui spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a hint of gasp in her breath.

It proves that not only is his physical ability to resist hits inferior to Wang Cheng, but his inner aura is also a little weaker, which is deadly enough in the battle of top masters.

In addition, he can only use a strong Vajra palm, so he is actually destined to be definitely not Wang Cheng's opponent.

If Wang Cheng used the Earth Fist Technique to attack with all his might at the beginning, I was afraid that he would have already lost.

"Yuan Ding, you are even more powerful than the legend!"

Wu Hui said lightly: "However, I will never admit defeat. ”

After speaking, he rushed forward again, and his palm was still slapped with one palm, with a golden aura.

The two monks, Wukong and Wuchan, were a little unbearable when they saw this scene, their fists clenched, and they were ready to move.

Many other onlookers were also silent, did Shaolin Temple lose to Wusheng Mountain Wang Cheng after all?

So who else can stop Wang Cheng's footsteps?

Longhu Mountain, or Wudang Mountain, Emei is bound to fail.

The next moment.

We'll see.

I saw that Wang Cheng was the first to come at the moment when Wuhui made a move, and the breath like the explosion of the sun rushed out, and his whole body seemed to exude a layer of golden light.

After this battle, his comprehension of the martial arts of the Vajra Sect became more profound, so the Vajra Tantra displayed was even stronger.

The punch was blasted.

There was a faint hint of King Kong's voice around Wang Cheng's body, as if the bell was striking crisp and tough.

Rumble!

Rumble......

Rumble............

In an instant, the fists and palms of the two collided together, still hard.

This is the strongest move of the two of them in the Buddhist martial arts, and the surrounding aura is constantly impacting in all directions.

This move also immediately divided the winner and loser.

Wang Cheng remained still, but his feet sank into the ground.

On the other side, Monk Wuhui directly took three steps back before standing firmly, trembling slightly, and the bones of his whole body were also trembling from the impact of the domineering strength. If it weren't for the fact that his qi and blood were strong enough to constantly repair his body and eliminate his strength, he was afraid that his bones would have been shattered all over his body at this moment.

Burst!

Wu Hui spit out another mouthful of blood, and the whole person directly apologized a lot, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries from Wang Cheng's punch.

"What a domineering strength!"

Monk Wuhui stared at Wang Cheng, and his heart was extremely surprised.

At the same time, the faces of all the masters of Shaolin Temple were extremely ugly, and Wuhui lost.

Moreover, Wu Hui lost to Wang Cheng's Buddhist Vajra Sect martial arts.

Wang Cheng defeated Shaolin Zen Buddhism with the martial arts of Buddhism King Kong, what face does Shaolin Temple have to represent Buddhism?

"Hahaha, come again!"

Wang Cheng laughed, didn't stop there, rushed up again, and punched Wu Hui's whole body.

Monk Wuhui's body was still trembling slightly, the bones of his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't continue to exert his strength for a while, and his inner family cultivation also needed at least ten or more breaths of carrying qi and blood to recover, and such a top-notch battle, who would give you ten breaths to recover?

So, in the face of Wang Cheng's punch, he could only stand still.

Seeing this, Wukong and Wuzen hurriedly pulled out their legs and rushed up.

"Wang Cheng, don't go too far!"

Monk Wukong shouted, flew over, grabbed Wang Cheng's head condescendingly, leaned forward and stretched out, and his palms poked down, like a cloud dragon probing his claws!

This is the dragon gripper of the Shaolin Temple.

Monk Wukong burst out of qi and blood, and fell from the sky like a round of sun, obviously Shaolin Pure Yang Tongzigong is almost close to the realm of Dacheng. During this period of time, his strength also improved greatly, and he grabbed it with one claw, with a trace of the sound of breaking through the air, and every finger pierced the air like a sharp thorn, and he was able to condense the domineering strength with the dragon claw hand.

Wu Chan also rushed up at the same time, and performed the authentic Shaolin Demon Suppression Fist Method, touching the realm of demon suppression, full of righteousness, and also with pure yang breath!

Wang Cheng was stunned, and in the face of the attack of the two young masters of Shaolin, he still gave up pursuing Monk Wuhui.

He stomped his feet, and after accumulating his strength, he attacked with both fists at the same time, it was still the Vajra Sutra, and his blood was boiling, like a King Kong God of War.

Bang bang!

Two punches struck, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them were together.

Wukong Monk's dragon claw hand and Wang Cheng's King Kong fist collided hard, and he was beaten in the air, and a counter-shock force shook his bones all over his body, and he was also shocked in his heart, which was really domineering and extremely strong.

The other Wu Chan was the weakest, so it was even more uncomfortable, and he was immediately beaten back two steps back by Wang Cheng's punch, the bones of his whole body were tingling, and his qi and blood were scattered, and he couldn't continue to exert his strength on the spot, and he was defeated with one punch.

Only after really fighting with Wang Cheng, Wu Chan knows how terrible Wang Cheng is at this moment, he can't resist it, and the moves that seem to be straight to the point are the most incomprehensible, as long as the strength is not as good, he will be crushed.

Wu Chan was defeated with one punch.

Monk Wukong was also extremely uncomfortable, after landing, the bones of his body were still trembling slightly, unable to exert ten percent of his strength, and hurriedly restored his body with powerful pure yang qi and blood, but Wang Cheng's fist struck again!

Bang!

Another punch.

Monk Wukong retreated again, his bones numb, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't want to admit defeat and still had to fight.

Wang Cheng also gave him a fight, and another punch came in.

Bang!

In the third punch, Monk Wukong couldn't do it, his qi and blood collapsed, he took two steps back and fell directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and trembling slightly.

What Wang Cheng just showed was the strength after a breakthrough, more domineering, in the pure hard-hitting battle, more domineering than the fierce strength, really overwhelming people with force, overwhelming people with potential, and defeating the opponent with dignity!

"Wang Cheng, stop!"

Monk Wuhui breathed the breath of the inner family at this time, and rushed towards Wang Cheng again.

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, like an undefeated god of war, his fists were swung out, and he turned around with a ruthless shot of the Vajra Fist Technique.

Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old sect, he will not have any hands, just to beat the other party at one time to be afraid, otherwise there will be endless troubles, Wusheng Mountain does not have so many masters to deal with the counterattack of Shaolin Temple.

Rumble!

Immediately, Wang Cheng's two fists slammed down, and under the lack of qi and blood of Monk Wuhui, he was directly beaten and flew up, flew more than two meters away, and fell beside Monk Wukong, and his bones trembled slightly, and he couldn't move for a while.

This time it was a complete failure!

Moreover, it was the three young masters of Shaolin Temple who were defeated by Wang Cheng together, which made all the onlookers around look thrilling.

What a good fight.

"Shaolin Temple, but there are still people?"

Wang Cheng stood at the door of the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall and shouted loudly at the entire martial arts hall.

His voice rolled like a stone, causing the entire martial arts hall to buzz!

When the tens of thousands of ordinary new students and hundreds of other masters around saw this scene, their hearts were swaying, and they were all shocked for a while, and all of them watched this battle quietly.

In the minds of many people, the Shaolin Temple is a belief and a symbol of Chinese martial arts.

However, at this moment, Wang Cheng defeated the three masters of Shaolin Temple with one enemy and three enemies, especially Wang Cheng also performed Buddhist martial arts, so Wang Cheng was almost above Shaolin.

"Yuan Ding, remember not to act excessively!"

At this time, a thick and distant voice came from the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall, and the sound blew out like a breeze, eliminating Wang Cheng's voice invisibly.

The very subtle sound attack technique canceled out Wang Cheng's sound waves.

Wang Cheng's eyes lit up, his qi and blood were burning all over his body at the moment, and the battles made him have a strong fighting spirit, and he had a feeling that he couldn't stop, and he urgently needed more opponents, which showed the strength of his inner aura.

Hearing this, he shouted: "Which master of Shaolin is it?

"Yuan Ding, that's the end of today's business, you can go. We Shaolin will not meddle in anything in the Yang Martial Arts Gym. ”

The voice came from inside the martial arts hall again, but no one came out. Those disciples of the Shaolin Temple were all standing in the hall at the door, staring at Wang Cheng angrily with a pair of eyes, eager to rush out and tear Wang Cheng to pieces.

Wang Cheng ignored those sights, looked directly at the second floor, looked solemn, and said lightly: "If you don't come down, I'll force you to come down." ”

After speaking, Wang Cheng stomped his feet on the spot, his body rose from the ground, as direct and fast as pulling onions on dry land, and rushed directly to the golden signboard of the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall with a punch!

"Stop!"

The voice came again.

Then, a dull breath roared and condensed, and a golden palm condensed out of thin air above Wang Cheng, and directly slapped at Wang Cheng's body.

Wang Cheng snorted coldly when he saw this palm condensed by the condensed qi, and it was also a face-to-face direct punch on this palm.

At the same time, a steady figure also jumped down from the second floor, and quickly rushed towards Wang Cheng, and at the same time shouted angrily: "Yuan Ding, you are so arrogant and domineering, and there is no one in your eyes, I will teach you a good lesson for your master Changhe Dao Chang today, and let you know some rules." ”

Wang Cheng didn't speak, and a punch hit the golden palm, and a huge and incomparably strong force was suppressed.

Rumble!

Wang Cheng's whole person was directly pressed down, and he stood straight on the ground, his feet were more than two feet into the ground, and cracks appeared on the ground, setting off a piece of dirt!

It's so powerful.

Moreover, it is also strong.

It's just that the strength in this gang qi is not as rigid as Wang Cheng's strength, and there are flaws in it.

This is the difference between the strength of Zen Buddhism and the strength of the Vajra Sect, the ancestor of the Vajra Sect is a genius of Buddhist martial arts, and the strength condensed by the Vajra Tantra is more fierce and domineering than the strength condensed by all other Buddhist martial arts, pure and fierce.

Therefore, Wang Cheng seemed embarrassed, and was slapped into the dirt with a palm, but in fact, he didn't suffer much damage, but there was a trace of numbness in his feet, and the numbness of the bones in his body was quickly repaired by his powerful qi and blood.

In terms of physical resistance ability, Wang Cheng is almost the best in the world, and no one among his peers is incomparable, even among the older generation of masters, there are not many who can compare with him.

WhewW......

A breath erupted, Wang Cheng's body returned to normal, and the old monk who watched the sky fall slapped his palm at him again, and shouted: "Old monk, it is not certain who teaches whom." ”

Rumble!

He threw a punch directly into the sky, bringing a breath to a crazy outburst, it was still the Vajra fist method in the Vajra Sutra, and the strength was extremely condensed!

This kind of challenging battle did not make him have any fear, but his heart was extremely excited and excited, and a martial arts flowed more clearly in his heart.

Bang!

The two fought against each other without any fancy.

Wang Cheng stood on the ground with his feet, and the other party rushed down condescendingly, so Wang Cheng was at a disadvantage, and his body was hit into the mud again, and almost both legs were about to fall into the mud.

The old monk was also shocked by the huge anti-shock force in the air, and fell to the side, the moment he landed, he turned around again and shot at Wang Cheng one after another, each palm carried a golden Gangqi, it was a real Dacheng realm of the powerful Vajra palm, not only condensed Gangqi, but also condensed strength.

Each of his palms carries a coercion, with the momentum of subduing demons, if ordinary people face it, they will directly collapse the spirit of the suppressed spirit, and they dare not face it.

However, this didn't work for Wang Cheng, his spirit was more condensed and strong, and no one could shake his mind.

Wang Cheng exerted his strength with both feet, and hurriedly got out of the big pit, and also punched one after another, one move to fight with the old monk's strong Vajra palm.

This old monk is really strong, one palm at a time, directly forcing Wang Cheng to retreat, each palm carries the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, the golden qi of the Dao Dao is raging around, and the ground is impacted and there are traces of brokenness!

Wang Cheng felt a strong pressure, although the other party's strength was not as pure and powerful as his own, but the slap of a palm was also unbearable for him, and the bones of his body also showed signs of tremor, the force could not be transmitted perfectly, and the qi and blood had the urge to collapse!

It's so strong!

Shaolin masters, sure enough, endlessly!

However, Wang Cheng did not want to give up and admit defeat, no matter what enemy he faced, he had the courage and confidence to win.

His breathing is constantly changing, and he uses a powerful inner breath to carry qi and blood, and the pure yang qi and blood are constantly running rapidly in his body, constantly recovering his qi and blood, and counteracting the tremor of that strength and gangqi!

Huhuhu......

As he breathed frantically, he kept retreating under his feet, looking embarrassed, leaving more than a half-foot footprint on the ground with each step, and he was immediately forced to retreat more than a dozen steps one after another.

The old monk's inner aura is also extremely powerful, and he has made more than a dozen moves with all his strength without showing any weakness, and he still keeps pressing Wang Cheng to fight.

At this time, Wang Cheng kept shooting, constantly carrying qi and blood, and constantly perceived, and an incomparably clear image of a dragon and elephant appeared in his heart in an instant, and the qi and blood in his body burned instantly, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to have turned into a dragon and an elephant.

This is......

His spirit shook instantly.

The three dragons and three elephants, who have not been able to break through for a long time, are they going to break through in this battle?

Wang Cheng's eyes instantly lit up, and the old monk who saw it was shocked, but he didn't expect Wang Cheng to be pressed and beaten by him for so long, and he could still fight back?

Tens of thousands of eyes around were staring at the two people in the field. (To be continued.) )