A few days later, in a small city in Mongolia.

Richard sat in the restaurant and looked at an alley outside the restaurant, his eyes full of playfulness. The two guys in the alley have been chasing them for days and nights, and they can't get rid of them like kraft candy.

As soon as he left, they followed, and he reflexively wanted to beat them and run, like a paparazzi in the real world. But Richard didn't care, the more Tantra focused on himself, the more likely it was that they would leave Mongolia with the monks of Central Plains Buddhism.

So in the past few days, Richard has deliberately slowed down, stopping at every city he passes, finding a restaurant to drink wine and eat meat, and even staying in an inn for one night. Let Feng Dian sleep in the open and dare not expose his spirit boy and Praruo, the two of them are so jealous.

After eating and drinking, Richard left the town and continued towards the Mongol border. After leaving the city, Richard suddenly found that Lingtong and Panruo were tracking him much closer than a few days ago, less than a hundred meters away, just outside the limit distance of his sword qi.

A few more days passed, and on this night, Lingtong and Praruo's footsteps suddenly accelerated, and before Richard could figure out what their stomach was thinking, they saw the two of them slam on the ground and attack Richard!

"Can't wait at all?"

Richard chuckled, and Ling Bo suddenly appeared three feet away from his side as if he teleported, and at the same time, the sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the crimson sword body emitted a red light in the dark night, which looked extremely eye-catching, as if it was the lightsaber of the Jedi in Star Wars.

The crimson sword qi was like a fiery meteor streaked through the air, heading towards Prajna and the spirit child. Prajna snorted coldly and scattered this sword qi with a punch, and under the light of the sword qi, Richard clearly saw that his forearm had recovered to its original state, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

It's stupid, big, amazing, resilient.

You must know that most of the external skills in the world of rivers and lakes take three paths, which are immovable, strong and not afraid of injury. As the name suggests, if you can't move, you will strengthen your physical strength, just like Xu Rong's King Kong is not bad magic skills, no matter how others attack, you can't hurt yourself.

And the great strength is the same as the tantric dragon elephant Boruogong, although it is also to strengthen itself, but it is not the strength of the muscles and muscles that is strengthened, but the strength of one's own strength, so that one's strength is infinite, and every move is extremely destructive.

It is relatively rare not to be afraid of injury, this kind of external power pursues recovery, and some blue-level external skills in the world of rivers and lakes have this effect, but it is not obvious. Most of the external skills above the purple level are the first two.

And this kind of immovable Ming Wang Gong seems to be a combination of immovable and unafraid of injury! It's only been a few days since the Darkiron Spear inflicted on him, and he's already recovered!

"Fudo Ming King Fist!"

Prajna let out a low sigh, and his body lit up with a glass light, like a large light bulb illuminating the surroundings in this dark night.

I saw him step on the ground fiercely, and the mountain shook in an instant, and the spirit boy behind him staggered and almost fell to the ground.

However, Richard was prepared, and after suffering a small loss of incompetence in the small temple, he was wary in his heart. No matter how the ground shook under his feet, his body was still as steady as Mount Tai.

"Sword Eighteen!"

Richard let out a low shout, and a sword swung out a crimson sword net that took shape in front of him in an instant. Prajna came to him at this time, and his right fist lit up with a bright glass light, which was a little transparent!

"Boom !!"

With a loud bang, the crimson sword net continued to spread out, enveloping Prajna. Sword Eighteen takes the meaning of three three infinity and six six endless, which is the most resilient move in the Holy Spirit swordsmanship. The sword qi that formed the sword net was almost as thin as a hair at the place where the sword net and the fist of the Prajna fist collided, but it was not broken.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the darkness, and the next moment a majestic spiritual power descended, and the crimson sword net broke at this time. Pranya roared, stepped forward and punched hard, but the punch was empty.

"Huh? What about watermelon? ”

"I've run away a long time ago!"

There was a somewhat annoyed laugh and curse in the darkness, and I saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness, and its face seemed to be hidden in the clouds and mist.

"Master."

"Panchen."

Lingtong and Prajna bent down and saluted at the same time, this person was none other than the Eighth Master Ba who had been chasing all the way!

Bashi Ba didn't speak, closed his eyes, and the majestic spiritual power spread in all directions, and after a while, with a cold snort, he suddenly mobilized his spiritual power and forced it towards the west, and his figure disappeared in place.

Prajna and Lingtong glanced at each other and hurriedly chased after them. After running for several miles, the two found the figures of Bashiba and Richard, only to see Richard constantly fleeing forward, his body like a ghost, but as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and his speed was extremely slow.

Bashiba chased after him and slapped his palm on the back. Feeling the strong wind behind him, Richard's face was not panicked, but showed a smug smile. I saw that he suddenly stopped, pinched a handprint in his left hand, and the immortal seal was launched violently, and his own spiritual power exploded to break free from the blockade of the Eighth Master's spiritual power.

At the same time, he turned around violently, and Tianshan Zhenmei launched his hand, and his right hand gently brushed on the wrist of the Eighth Master. Bashi Baba's face changed, and he suddenly felt that his right hand had lost its strength, as if there was a force blocking his internal force from converging to his right palm, and the dark red palm also returned to its original state at the same time.

Richard also looked a little surprised, he didn't expect that he would break free from the spiritual power blockade of the Eighth Division so easily.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and with a loud laugh, the sword was swung out.

"Eighth Master, you dare to chase Lao Tzu even if you are seriously injured, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead!"

The Eighth Master shouted angrily, and forcibly used his internal force into the palm of his right hand, and the God Destroying Palm was instantly activated, and a palm slapped at Richard's chest.

This angry shout seemed to have some kind of magic, and Richard only felt that his brain was stabbed by thousands of needles at the same time, and his spirit was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, the Eighth Master's God Destroying Palm fell on him fiercely.

"Bang !!"

Richard's body flew out uncontrollably, and a clear dark red palm print appeared on his chest. Eighth Master Ba Leng snorted and whispered in the ears of Lingtong and Praruo: "I am not healed from my injuries now, and I am not his opponent in a head-to-head battle. The two of you entangle him, and I will help you by changing the sky and the earth. ”

"Yes!"

Prajna and Lingtong responded at the same time, and attacked Richard with a hideous face. Under the interference of the spiritual power of the Eighth Master, Richard seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and moved slowly, and Ling Bo's advantage in micro-step flexibility could not be brought into play at all, and he had already been punched by Prajna and Mingdong several times in just a hundred moves.

"Eighth Master, you are really getting more and more despicable!"

Just as Richard was retreating, a shout came from behind him. Immediately, a Zen staff flew through the air and headed towards the Eighth Master!

Bashiba's face changed, his body retreated violently, and he hurriedly left the place. Immediately after that, I heard a bang, and the Zen staff plunged deep into the ground, and the ground around it continued to crack.