Swallow Tianlang did not believe in Buddhism, but he felt that he saw at this moment that the King Kong that originally appeared behind the white-clothed monk gradually became one with the supreme monk. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Swallow Tianlang's observation of the flow of qi and change, the perfection in his eyes between the palms on both sides seems to suddenly have a huge bell engraved with Buddha's words. King Kong lifts the bell, there seems to be a real air flow such as gold liquid, out of the palm condensed on the top of the giant bell, twisted into the sky, as a long rope hanging bell in the sky.

Finally realized the final meaning of the change in the qi machine, Swallowing Tianlang didn't have time to tell Jiao Niang, he stretched out his hand and tightened his slender waist around Jiao Niang, and kicked on the qi wall in front of him with all his strength, and the two of them shot backwards.

The bell hung in the air, and King Kong's palms were folded again, pushed forward, and the bell rang.

There was no real bell ringing, but there was the sound of Da Lu roaring like thunder in the ears of Swallowing Tianlang. The flat wall of air that was pushed forward was round and solid with the ringing of the bell, and a wall of air condensing clocks was formed like a giant clock in the sky that can only be seen in the eyes of those who are good at observing qi. The frenzied Swallowing Sky Lang slammed his back into the "bell wall", and the strong impact shattered his clothes, and the skin inside was even more fleshy and painful.

The golden body is the best at talking about the Buddha, stepping on the invisible golden ladder step by step, stepping into the sky, and walking towards the top of the giant bell with a round air wall. The Butterfly Dance scouts who rushed around beckoned all the weapons that could be thrown in their hands to the monk who was like a step, and even included several refined firebolts and more than a dozen short and powerful crossbow arrows.

The blades broke through the air, the firearms erupted, and the sound of gold and stone crashed chaotically, neither darts and arrows nor fire bolts could leave any traces on the body or head of the supreme good, but they rebounded and injured several butterfly dance spies who rushed forward. Input to the website: heiyaпge to watch the intoxicated Zhang Jie

Zhishan raised his right hand, and the Swallowing Heaven Lang within the invisible giant bell saw the Buddha's breath on the other party's arm that was instantly a hundred times brighter.

"Damn bald donkey!" "I realized that I had fallen for this damn bald donkey from the beginning, although I didn't know how this bald bald donkey saw his intentions from two miles away, but from the fight just now to the final arrest by this damn transparent bell, Swallow Tianlang knew that he had been being led into a trap step by step by this bald donkey who hadn't said a few words for a long time.

The best is a few words, but how could he not see the killing intent on Swallowing Tianlang's body that cannot be contained at all, especially that killing intent has an extremely targeted target, and that target is Zhang Yun Zhang Zhenren, who is the supreme and respected one.

Thinking of what Zhang Yun said before, when he looked at this Chuzhou City again, the ascetics of Longjue Temple were slightly relieved. It is not that the Buddha's mind is shaken, on the contrary, this subtle feeling of excitement makes the heart of the most virtuous Vajra clear and pure as never before. He looked in the direction of his right, his right arm was waved flat, and a swift butterfly dance scout swung a short knife and Zhishan with a touch of his right arm. The spy did not stop because of the broken knife, and the best did not stop because of the broken knife, so one of the spies' heads came with the best arm crushing his palms, and finally flew out of his neck.

The left arm was raised again, and the left palm of Zhishan stretched out to block, blocking the incoming sword while bending the sword body to the limit and finally breaking into two. The two spies who had lost their long swords abandoned their swords and exchanged them for daggers, and continued to rush forward with expressionless faces, their internal forces pouring into their arms, and stabbing the daggers fiercely into the vital points of the upper and lower paths of the supreme good.

Just as these two spies put on a desperate posture to attack the enemy with daggers, at the same time, three other spies made a small circle with short knives in their hands and went straight to the back of Zhishan.

Zhishan was unheard of by the sword wind behind him, and he lifted his foot and landed this last step, just standing on the top of the invisible giant bell. He raised his left hand, which was outstretching his sword, into the air, and then swung it down.

In an instant, the two spies who had broken their swords and exchanged daggers were cut into four sections obliquely by the palm of Zhishan without any suspense. At that time, the three short knives that rushed to the back of Zhishan and the three people who slashed with all their strength had already hit the target at the same time. But to the surprise of these spies, the two colleagues exchanged their lives for the opportunity, and the short knife in their hands also successfully hit the target, but it was only a hit.

It turned out that no matter what the blade or the internal force of the fist palm was, it could only stay outside the supreme monk's robes, and even the blood spewed out by the two spies that were obliquely divided into four sections could not stain the monk's white clothes. Because of this, the three spies and the three short knives not only failed to score half a point, but also ended up with a pitiful end of broken hands.

Zhishan didn't pay attention to the broken knife behind his back, he turned around and sat cross-legged on the invisible giant bell, as if he had just seen the three spies who had just abandoned the broken knife and pointed at him with his fists. Zhishan's angry eyes calmed down, turned to a sad image, and pushed out the palms of both hands from side to side, simply and straightforwardly towards the three spies who were not afraid of death.

The best palm at the top of the bell pushed it straightforwardly, but the swallowing sky lang below looked at it in his eyes, but his eyes were about to split. Knowing that his opponent was a clever trick, Swallow Tianlang saw that three of his subordinates were pushed to death by this bald donkey's simple means that could not be called a trick at all, and he hated to rush out of this damn bell immediately, and tear the bald donkey sitting cross-legged on top of his head alive to relieve his hatred of the trap.

But he can't do it, at least not right now. He couldn't break through this invisible giant bell in one fell swoop, so he could only use the same method as before, and constantly hollowed out the bell wall with the special technique of swallowing the heaven-swallowing palm, and then twisted the qi into a cone with the sword saving method of Jiao Niang, so as to drill through the bell wall and then let the internal and external qi machine communicate.

As long as there is a trace of external qi flowing in or overflowing from the inside, Swallow Tianlang believes that with his ability to look at the qi, he can use his own Tianqi Swallowing Palm to completely break the invisible giant clock that is "made" by virtue of the subtle balance of qi in the blink of an eye.

The Supreme Monk was still dealing with the constant pounce of spies, and as he continued to kill those spies, more and more anger began to affect the balance of the Qi of the Admiralty under him.

Unwilling to waste the lives of his subordinates, Swallowing Heaven Lang continued to strengthen the strength of his palm, but he did not hesitate to consume his internal strength at the moment, because the hope of breaking this giant bell seemed to be at hand.

The supreme monk felt the beating of the dantian, and the Buddha light around his body trembled. The body and mind are united with the Admiralty's supreme gaze, and the sorrow is like a thicker three-point, lowering the eyebrows and chanting the scriptures. The bell wall, which had been hollowed out in half, was suddenly restored to its original state, and the golden light of the air engine gradually weakened, and the bitterness became thicker, and the bell wall of the golden bell quickly thickened more than double.

Swallowing Tianlang, who noticed the changes in the bell wall, was stunned, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the chest and abdomen of the best monk, and the monk's robe was slightly flattened. Swallowing Tianlang immediately understood, daring to love the damn bald donkey with a bitter face on the top of his head, using some special method to move all the strength on the giant bell to him, not to mention pouring all the breath of his body into the golden bell.

After being lured into a trap by a monk, he could only watch his subordinates fight for their lives for that momentary opportunity, and finally ended up with a dead end. Swallowing Tianlang was already furious, and saw the white-clothed monk sitting on the top of the bell with a sad face, wanting to forcibly maintain the existence of this giant bell with his own strength. Swallowing Tianlang said angrily in his heart: Do you want to do the business of feeding tigers in the flesh? Okay, Lao Tzu will let you know why I swallow Tianlang is called Swallowing Heaven!