"Amitabha, it's time for me to go and do something, I haven't done it for many years." The old monk Yuanjue said with his hands folded.

"I don't know which old immortal on the other side, old monk, do you plan to deal with?" Lang Xingtian asked curiously.

"King Borneo." The old monk Yuanjue said lightly.

"Why?" Lang Xingtian was even more curious.

"Haven't you heard that your peers are enemies? I've wanted to clean him up for a long time. Yuanjue said a little coolly.

"The reason is strong." Lang Xingtian gave a thumbs up and said.

"Actually, there is another reason for me to be unhappy with him." The old monk continued.

"What reason?" Lang Xingtian asked.

"You'll find out in a moment." After Yuan Jue finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the ring.

"What are you selling?" Lang Xingtian raised a middle finger at the old monk's back.

"King Borneo, are you interested in coming up and making a comparison?" The old monk Yuanjue said provocatively.

It seems that peers are enemies, and it is not false at all. The old monk is so heart-wrenching, and he can be angry.

"I've long wanted to teach Huaxia Shaolin martial arts, and today I have the opportunity to see who is the real authentic Buddhism." A smile appeared on the face of the king of Brahma, and then the person suddenly rose into the air, slowly floated with his feet off the ground, and flew to the ring, his hands folded, as if he had descended from the earth.

"Flying." Many of the warriors present were very surprised. The legendary flying technique appeared in front of my eyes.

The mythical warriors pursed their lips disdainfully, although the flying technique is magical, it is still possible to be handsome, but it is useless to use it in actual combat.

The old monk Yuanjue glanced at Lang Xingtian, and the meaning was very clear, which meant, now I know why I am unhappy with the King of Borneo.

"Indeed, if it were me, I wouldn't be happy, such a person who pretends to be forced, it's not good to clean up, and I'm really sorry for myself." Lang Xingtian sighed secretly.

The Brahmin king came to India and practiced the Buddhist martial arts that had been passed down from Esoteric Buddhism for more than 1,000 years.

Brahmin is a theocratic religion in India, a religion of Buddhism, ruling the Indian peninsula for a long time, the heritage is also very profound, there is the longest ancient martial arts heritage, its martial arts is no worse than the Chinese martial arts faction, and even surpassed.

The King of Borneo came to the ring and looked at Yuan Jue and nodded slightly, and said: "The poor monk came this time, I thought that there was no chance to make a move, but I didn't expect that I could ask for Shaolin's martial arts, but it was not in vain to come this way." ”

"I also want to see what qualifications the Brahmins, who have always called themselves authentic Buddhas, have to become authentic Buddhas?" The old monk Yuanjue said lightly.

"Yuanjue, you wait a minute, I have something to discuss with the wolf god." After speaking, the king of Brahman looked at Lang Xingtian and said: "Wolf God, if you don't guess wrong, the eagle just now should be Dapeng, this Dapeng should be my Western Buddhism's protector Dapeng, I hope the wolf god can return Dapeng to my Brahmin, accept the transformation, enter my Buddhism to practice, cultivate the positive fruit, and restore the golden body of the Dharma protector Dapeng."

"What do you think of me? If you don't turn me over, how about entering your Buddhist sect to practice? Lang Xingtian said with a smile.

"Wolf God, your demonic nature is too heavy, enter my Buddhism to practice, eliminate demonic nature, cultivate positive results, and become a Buddhist monk in the future, otherwise you will go astray, and you will be the devil of the world, disturbing the peace of the world!" The king of Borneo said solemnly.

"Damn, kick your nose in the face, old monk, come down, let me meet this Borneo king." Lang Xing Weather's laughter.

"No, I don't think he's happy, pretending to be a ghost all day long, I want to get rid of this scum for Buddhism." The old monk said firmly.

"King Borneo, today I want to see if your Brahmana golden body is powerful, or my Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty is powerful?" The old monk Yuanjue said with his hands folded.

"That's what I thought about for a long time." King Borneo said with a smile.

A mythical war is on the verge of breaking out.

The old monk Yuanjue took a big step forward, and the ordinary Luohan fist was swung, although ordinary, but extremely powerful.

The king of Borneo held flowers in his palm, smiled slightly, and slowly stretched out his palm, and fought against the old monk!

"Bang ,,,,,,"

There was a muffled sound in the space where the two were fighting, and a wave of air flow dispersed, and the air flow surged dozens of meters above the ring, as if it was like a storm blowing.

The posture of the King of Borneo was beautiful, and he was very jealous when he saw Yuanjue, and then pouted: "Flower shelf, it looks good and is not easy to use, pretending to be forced." ”

"Yuan Jue, I didn't expect such an ordinary Luohan fist to exert such a huge power in your hands." The king of Borneo exclaimed.

"Thank you, your flower palm is also good, it has reached the point of perfection." Although the old monk hated the other party's hypocritical face, the Bharneo king's kung fu was still very appreciative.

"Then you're taking my hand." After speaking, the king of Borneo let out a loud shout, and the flying technique floated into the air, and then suddenly pounced, and his palms fell from the sky and slapped the head of the old monk Yuanjue.

Yuan Jue looked at the palms that fell from the sky, waving his hands, shaking like Bodhi leaves, and then collided with the palms of King Brahmata falling from the sky, setting off a boundless storm.

Yuan Jue's feet barely sank into the ring, and then with his feet as the center, the stones of the ring spread out like spider webs. And the king of Brahmana was no better, his whole body was counterattacked by a huge force in the air, much higher than the height of flight.

With such power and such great damage, Yuanjue knew that this Borneo king may have practiced the lower plate pile method such as a thousand jin pendant, and condescendingly urged the thousand jin pendant, which had great power, and accidentally fell into the way of the Brahma king and suffered a small loss.

The King of Borneo is in the air, with nowhere to borrow his strength, and he has such great power, which shows that the King of Borneo, a mythical warrior, is worthy of his name.

However, Yuanjue's Bodhi palm has reached the point of being superb, so the king of Brahman is not comfortable, and the flying technique consumes strength and cannot last, so it can only be used occasionally. So the king of Borneo slowly landed on the opposite side of Yuanjue.

"King Borneo, take my punch again?" Yuanjue burst into flames and jumped up, punching out his fists, like two giant dragons, looking up to the sky and roaring, rushing towards the King of Borneo.

"Dragon Fist?" The face of the King of Borneo changed, his blood was bulging, and his feet quickly dodged.

"Bang ,,,,,," Yuan Jue's fists still smashed on the chest of the King of Borneo.

The sternum of the King of Borneo was strangely sunken, and his body flew out quickly, and the explosive energy hit the clothes of the King of Borneo, and the clothes on his chest shattered into powder.

"Yuan Jue, I didn't expect you to even refine the Dragon Fist?" The King of Borneo said with an ugly face.

"But you still dodged it, and you didn't break your Bharatin body." A hint of disappointment flashed in Yuan Jue's eyes.

The Bharata Golden Body is a Bharata Golden Body created by the King of Bharata by combining ancient yoga and the undefeated magic of Vajra of Buddhism.

The punch just now, if it hits the real one, even if the King of Borneo cultivates the Bharatic golden body to the point of being supernatural, it will be difficult to resist, even if the body is soft, but if it is punched through the chest, it will die instantly!

Then the two of them stopped talking nonsense, and fought together again, and the sound ,,,,,of "boom" fists colliding sounded in the ring.

The body is like the wind, the fists are like shadows, and the ring is full of figures and fist shadows.

A roaring sound erupted, and the air in the entire ring shook, and a whirlwind appeared around the two of them, rotating around the two, which showed how strong the two of them were in terms of collision.

In the ring, Yuan Jue was like an Arhat descending into the world, his eyes were wide open, and his fists kept attacking, one punch was faster than the other. Sometimes the hands are stretched out together, one hand is a claw, it is Shaolin's fierce grappling hand - the dragon gripper, the gang qi faintly condenses into a phantom of a dragon claw, and the other hand is still a fist attack.

As for the King of Borneo, he is also very powerful, and every punch is thrown, with boundless energy, tearing the air. King Brahman practiced the ancient yoga of India to the extreme, his arms were weirdly twisted, and the attacks were very weird, making it almost impossible for Yuan Jue to dodge, and the arms were long and long, so that Ran couldn't guard against it.

The four fists collided, and at the place of contact, there was an explosion suddenly, and the violent qi blew out, blowing up the clothes of the two people, the old monk's robes were broken, and the clothes on the body of the king of Borneo were even more unbearable, and the upper body was almost broken. Then the movements of the two changed rapidly, the fist of the king of Borneo turned into a palm, turned into a knife, splitting out, tearing the air, the old monk Yuanjue quickly changed his palm into a finger, and stabbed out with one finger, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

The two are as strong as a knife and as strong as a sword! At the moment of intersection, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing. The ears of the warriors under the ring roared, and the scene of Jin Ge Iron Horse appeared in front of him.

There was a loud ,,,,,bang, and the two figures separated, and the clothes on the two people were already tattered, like beggars.

"King Borneo, take my last move, Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty." After the old monk Yuanjue finished speaking, his hands kept waving out, leaving countless palms in his empty hands, which turned from virtual to real, and finally ten thousand palms were one, forming a huge Buddha's hand in the air, pressing towards the King of Borneo.

At the same time, in the face of the huge Buddha's hand, the Bharata king suddenly agitated with qi and blood, and burst out with all his strength: "Bharata Void Boundary. The palms flew forward quickly, and a powerful fist intent momentum enveloped the space in front of the King of Borneo, and within the enveloping range of this fist intent, it became a space of its own. And the king of Brahmata is the master of this space.

The huge Buddha handprint was on this absolute world space, and suddenly the entire space was crushed to pieces. But the Buddha's hand also changed from materialization to nothingness and darkness, and finally was imprinted on the chest of the king of Brahma.

Under the blow of this Buddha's hand, the king of Borneo flew up and fell more than ten meters away. The Bharat's face turned pale suddenly, blood spurted out of his mouth one after another, and his body flew far away, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

"My Brahmana Void Realm still has no rivalry to your Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty, and I lost." The king of Borneo spat blood from his mouth and said with a pale face.

A smile appeared on the old monk Yuanjue's thin face, and then left the ring. The king of Borneo was also helped down by the warriors of India.

Lang Xingtian immediately saw that the old monk had suffered a very serious internal injury, and the peerless martial arts of the old monk Yuanjue's 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect' was not enough to control it with the strength of the old monk Yuanjue, so he was counterattacked and suffered a very serious internal injury, but the old monk stubbornly suppressed a mouthful of blood in his chest.

It's not that the old monk just didn't want to speak, but he didn't dare to speak, once he spoke, his breath leaked, and the blood in his chest would immediately spurt out.

"This old monk is really strong." Lang Xingtian said with emotion.

With the help of Lang Xingtian, the old monk dissolved the bruises in his chest, but the injuries were still very serious. But no matter what, the old monk Yuanjue won this game.