"Ahem......"

Zhiqiu Yiye fell to the ground, this time he couldn't get up at all, he tried to turn his head sideways, and watched Pudu Cihang's next move. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He knew that the worst condition in the world was not death, but the inability to seek death and not be able to rest after death, and these two methods were just small skills for Pudu Cihang.

"Zhiqiu!"

Pudu Cihang didn't cast any more magic sounds, because there was no longer any need, the fun of playing with cats and mice had been defeated by Zhiqiu Yiye's desperate counter-defeat, Pudu Cihang watched Fu Yuechi run to Zhiqiu Yiye's side and hold the latter's upper body in his arms.

The blood that kept pouring out of Zhiqiu Yiye's mouth stained Fu Yuechi's clothes red, and Fu Yuechi kept saying clichés like 'You'll be fine', and at the same time looked at Pudu Cihang with eyes full of grief and indignation, as if he wanted to drill two transparent holes in him with his gaze.

"Demon Monk!"

She scolded.

"Smack!"

Before Fu Yuechi's words fell, a crisp voice sounded.

An expressionless monk stood in front of Fu Yuechi at some point, he raised his hand and gave her a slap very simply.

"Whoever blasphemes my Buddha, kill. ”

His face was dull, and his every move was like a puppet, and it was only at this time that Fu Yuechi found that the courtyard of Yizhuang was already full of such monks, and the retainers of the Fu family were restrained by this group of monks one by one and were forced to kneel on the ground.

As the monks said these words, each monk took out the bright ring knife from his arms, and the blade pointed to the necks of the Fu family's retainers.

"Kill!"

The crowd spoke, as if after thousands of drills, for a time the small Yizhuang was murderous.

"Sister...... Help me......"

Fu Yuechi wanted to fight back, but there was already a monk behind her, holding her shoulder, and the huge force was like a mountain, pressing her unable to move.

She turned around and asked Fu Qingfeng for help, but she sadly found that several people in the room who had just been pushed into the house by Zhiqiu Yiye had been arrested at this moment, and they were forced to kneel in chairs in the courtyard, like prisoners who had been pushed to the execution ground for collective execution.

Fu Qingfeng was also one of them, she saw the pleading look in her sister's eyes, and shook her head gently.

As a woman, her original purpose in practicing martial arts was only to defend herself, and she had no power to fight back against these monks who were obviously in an abnormal state.

Her skills are not as good as others, and her luck is not good, what can she say at this time?

"Mr. Mo Xie...... Don't come back!"

There was only a dead end left in front of him, and in the face of the knife in the monk's hand, the clearest thought that flashed in Fu Qingfeng's mind was actually like this.

The monks raised their hands, and the light of the knife illuminated the courtyard, shaking so that people couldn't help but squint.

"Pudu Cihang! Eat me with a punch!"

Just like a drama often staged on the stage, just when the weak were oppressed to the brink of death by the evil forces, a roar full of Ling Ran's righteousness resounded in the sky. Fu Qingfeng squinted her eyes and looked over, and she saw a 'meteor' that was burning in the sky from far and near.

It was Mo Ye's fist, and it was no less than ten times more powerful than when he broke through the giant corpse last night.

"It's so strong!"

Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't see this punch clearly, his vision was blurred, but he could hear the wind brought by this punch.

He could swear it was a mighty punch he'd ever heard.

Mo Xie's fist came in a blink of an eye, and Pudu Cihang's reaction was also made in an instant.

He quickly turned around and folded his hands.

"Amitabha!"

He recited the Buddha's name in a very loud, majestic voice, and compared to the current Buddha's name, all the magic sounds that came out of his mouth before were no more than the level of mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings.

The golden light emanated from him and transformed into the golden body of the Buddha, and in the face of Mo Xieshi's earth-shattering punch, there was no sadness or joy on his face.

The big Buddha folded his palms and slowly sent it forward, meeting Mo Xie's fist.

It is like a stone from outside the sky into the flat depression, and it is like flying to the Yangtze River. When Mo Ye's fist burning with red flames hit the golden body condensed by Pudu Cihang, a thunderbolt appeared.

"Bang!"

Mo Xie flew out backwards faster than when he came, and he didn't know how many trees he broke along the way.

Flocks of birds fluttered from the trees, and for a moment it was impossible to count whether they numbered in the hundreds or thousands.

"Click!"

As the saying goes, the effect of force is mutual, and as much force as there is on Mo Ye, there is as much force as it acts on the Golden Buddha. The shrine under Pudu Cihang's seat was directly shattered, and the eight monks who originally carried the shrine turned into minced meat and bones, and Pudu Cihang and the golden Buddha he condensed stood in a blur of flesh and blood.

At this moment, there was no trace of compassion on his face, and even the huge golden Buddha phantom he condensed was dyed with a trace of hideousness.

As if tearing off a mask, Pudu Cihang suddenly laughed, and his laughter was unexpectedly cheerful.

"Hahaha!"

His voice was no longer the voice of the previous monk, but it was incomparably sharper, not so much a human voice as the grin of some kind of monster with spikes in its throat.

"Things are finally getting interesting. ”

For a long time, Pudu Cihang stopped laughing, he waved his big hand, the wind rose violently, the sand and dust scattered, and when the wind breathed and the sand fell, the people in the entire Yizhuang were all lost, if it weren't for the blood that Zhiqiu Yiye spit out on the ground of Yizhuang, I am afraid that no one would have thought of what kind of tragic battle had happened here.

……

"Poof!"

The moment he saw Pudu Cihang condense the phantom of the Golden Buddha, Mo Ye felt extremely threatened, and he admitted that at a certain point in time, he was instigated.

"Don't fight hard!

This was what he really thought at the time.

However, when he struck, he did it with all his might, and from the beginning he did not leave himself a safe way to retreat.

Just because he saw the light of the knife in the courtyard.

It's just because he saw the man under the knife.

So he gathered all his strength and charged at an opponent he knew he couldn't defeat.

Then, there is no doubt about defeat.

"The sternum was broken in half, the lute bone was directly twisted, and there were several wounds to the viscera...... If you put it in the hospital, I'm afraid you can already get a critical illness notice, right......?"

The moment he was bounced off, Mo Xie clearly understood his injury, and now, it was a problem for him to even escape.

Spat out a mouthful of blood that had been squeezed down his throat from a broken collarbone, the wooden mask on his face shattered, and at this moment, his face was distorted to the point of not being human.

"Borrow strength, resist!"

Within a thousandth of a second when his state changed from rushing forward to flying backwards, Mo Xie used all his means.

Propping up the broken bones with his mental power, protecting his internal organs with his true qi, and at the same time violently mobilizing all the muscles that were still listening to him, twisting his body and swinging three punches and one palm in a row towards the ground with Pudu Cihang.

Three punches, seal the flaws in your vital points, so as not to be killed on the spot.

With a palm, modify the trajectory of your own catapult and let yourself fly into the dense forest where the situation is more complicated than the unobstructed sky for the other party.