A Shaolin abbot and a tantric descendant relied on brute force to start a thrilling battle on the martial arts field.

Although this kind of stimulation is enjoyable, Huo Yuan really knows that it will not work for a long time like this.

The victory or defeat of the battle is not entirely won by brute force.

Sanger was in the same vein, and although he had a slight advantage in strength, it was not enough to decide the winner.

So after fighting for a while, Sanger took the lead in changing his tricks.

The tantric secret mudra was finally fully exerted, and a slap of the empty palm was issued, and Sange finally used real kung fu.

Huo Yuanzhen saw that Sange had changed his moves, and he also gave up the Pranya Divine Palm, and instead used the more powerful Rulai Divine Palm to attack Sange, and the real battle had just begun at this time.

Sanger was originally calculating, with the words of the secret mudra, the first ring should not last long, but after a few moves, he felt that something was wrong.

The Esoteric Mahamudra is of course a powerful super martial art, but how can it be displayed in front of this ring, there is always a feeling of restraint!

Sanger's left palm swept, and no matter whether Huo Yuanzhen blocked or lowered his head, his right palm would follow from the bottom to the top, forming a coherent offensive.

But although Huo Yuanzhen bowed his head, he also attacked his abdomen while bowing his head, and if he used the palm technique at this time, he would take the initiative to send it to the door to attack the opponent's palm.

Such a situation can be explained as a coincidence, but if there are too many times, it is not a coincidence, but the opponent is simply familiar with his secret mudra's routine.

The more Sanger fought, the more uncomfortable it became, and every move was expected by his opponent, which made Sanger, who was accustomed to practicing secret routines, at a loss.

Of course, this also has something to do with his relatively little actual combat experience, although the four Kalachakra Venerable Masters often accompany him to practice, but the gap between Sange's skills and the masters is relatively large, and it is not a real life-and-death fight, Sange's actual combat experience is far from Huo Yuanzhen's.

After all, what is on paper cannot withstand the real test. Sanger gradually fell into disadvantage from the beginning of his might.

The internal force is higher than the other party, but when it comes to fighting, it falls to the downside, which makes Sanger hold a fire in his heart, but he can't vent it.

With a gloomy face, Sanger spoke as he fought back: "Abbot, your martial arts are really good, I admit that I underestimated you, and you seem to have studied the secret mudra." And so on. I can't win you!"

"Since you know that you can't win, it's better to take the initiative to admit defeat. ”

Sanger laughed self-deprecatingly: "Abbot, it's too early for me to admit defeat." Originally, I wanted us to learn how to use the palm, and I ended the fight with one and a half moves, but now it seems that it will not work. ”

Huo Yuanzhen also said without showing weakness: "Then you should obediently prepare to call me big brother." I won't hurt you either. ”

Sanger shook his head slightly, and after attacking two palms quickly, he suddenly jumped out of the battle circle, and then touched his waist with one hand, and a golden demon pestle appeared in his hand.

Huo Yuanzhen, as the abbot of Shaolin, is no stranger to the Buddhist magic weapon of the demon pestle, at least in the lottery system, the demon pestle has appeared many times, but Huo Yuanzhen did not draw it.

Sanger's pestle is held in the middle. Both ends are pointed, which means a bit of a strange shape.

"Amitabha, Sanga, finally wait for your demon slaying pestle. ”

Seeing that Huo Yuanzhen seemed to be looking forward to taking out this thing by himself, Sange's face changed a few times: "Abbot, you don't seem to be afraid of my demon slaying flying pestle at all, Mo Fei! It turns out that you have been prepared for a long time, I know!"

Sanger isn't a fool either. Soon I thought that I had told Huo Yuanzhen that he would secretly pass on the two martial arts of the Great Mudra and the Demon Suppression Flying Pestle, could it be that in this short period of time, he had found a way to crack it?...,

Sange didn't believe that Huo Yuan would really be powerful to this extent, but the facts couldn't help but he didn't believe it, at least his secret handprint was useless in front of the other party. It can be said that it has been completely mastered by him.

The demon pestle, which was originally full of confidence, was a little afraid to throw it out at this time, but he just looked at Huo Yuanzhen suspiciously.

Huo Yuanzhen had the chance to win at this time. Naturally, he had no fear, and said to Sange: "Sange, if your demon pestle is still in vain, the poor monk doesn't know if you still have the confidence to continue fighting, you have to understand, the poor monk's methods have not been used yet!"

His complexion changed a few times, and Sanger finally made up his mind: "Abbot, whether you are pretending or really understanding some of the principles of the demon pestle, but today, you will definitely not be able to resist!"

After finishing speaking, Sange raised his hand, and the demon slaying pestle in his hand turned into a golden light and went straight to Huo Yuanzhen's chest!

Huo Yuanzhen had seen Li Qinghua's flying knife, which was somewhat similar to the principle of the demon pestle, but the flying knife required the spirit of the whole body to concentrate on one knife, and the power was a little greater than that of the demon pestle.

The demon pestle does not have the power of a flying knife, but its technique is also extremely remarkable, unlike the general hidden weapon that only aims at hitting, this demon pestle pays more attention to lethality, and the impact is even greater without affecting the speed.

If the general hidden weapon is a bullet, then this demon pestle is at least at the level of a cannonball.

Especially in the hands of Sange, a person with great strength, the demon pestle actually emitted the sound of wind and thunder, the speed was extremely fast, and it arrived in front of Huo Yuanzhen with a roar.

Huo Yuanzhen's face was solemn, and his whole body was focused on the palm of his hand, a palm that was usually invulnerable to gunfire was now flowing with gold and blue light, and the density had become larger, and it was estimated that it weighed at least two or three hundred catties on the scale.

Other people outside the arena may not feel much of it, but since Sanger took out the demon suppression pestle, Dongfang Qing's little fist clenched, and the time had come for Huo Yuanzhen's fate.

Seeing Sanger send out the demon pestle, Dongfang Qing involuntarily stood up from her seat, her small mouth opened, in case Huo Yuanzhen was injured, she would immediately rush up to save people.

What the rules of the ring are, they are not in Dongfang Qing's eyes.

At the last moment, Huo Yuanzhen's body shrank and slapped it with one palm!

"Bell!" sounded, gold and iron resonated, Huo Yuanzhen only felt that his entire arm was sore, and Sange's demon-subduing pestle was too powerful!

But now it's landed!

In the eyes of outsiders, that Sange sent out a hidden weapon that seemed to be very powerful, but it was knocked down by the Shaolin abbot with a palm, and that's it.

But Sanger was stunned, and looked at Huo Yuanzhen dumbfounded: "You, you actually knocked down my demon pestle!"

"Amitabha! Thank you, little brother Sange. Agreed!"

Shot down the opponent's demon pestle, Huo Yuanzhen landed on the ground with a big stone on his head, his hands folded, smiling, and at the same time, the title also changed, Sange is the life of the little brother.

Sanger looked at the demon slaying pestle on the ground for a long time, and nodded: "Sure enough, my guess is right!"

"Hmm, what's right?"

Sanger looked up. looked directly at Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot." You're a very shrewd person, but you're too stupid to think of others!"

Hearing Sanger's words, Huo Yuanzhen had a bad premonition in his heart: "Sanger." What do you mean?"

"You deliberately tested me, and I didn't check it for a while, and told you about the Mahamudra and the Demon Suppression Pestle. But afterwards, I knew that you were also going to participate in the alliance leader election, and I knew that I had to pay attention to this, so you shot down one of my demon pestles now, but it also let me know your depth, and you will definitely not be able to catch the next demon pestle!"

As Sanger spoke, he touched his hand, and two more demon-slaying pestles appeared in his hand. ...,

Huo Yuanzhen was stunned, he didn't expect that Sanger actually had three demon-descending pestles.

"Sanger is not as shrewd as you are. But it's impossible to say everything to people, there are three demon pestles, you don't know this!"

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head, he really didn't know that Sanger had three demon pestles, but since they were useless, was there a difference between one and three?

Sanger saw Huo Yuan's real doubts and smiled: "The difference is very big. To tell you the truth, my first demon pestle was sent out with the power of the eleventh layer of dragon elephants, plus the internal force of the early stage of consummation. ”

"Ahh

Not only Huo Yuan was really shocked, but Dongfang Qing let out an exclamation. In this way, what kind of power should the remaining two demon pestles be!

"Even if you can resist the first one. It's hard to resist this second one, because this one, I'm going to use the power of the twelve-layer dragon elephant and the internal force second only to the imperial realm to send it out!"

Before Sanger could finish speaking, the second demon pestle had already shaken his hand out!

A golden light tore through the space and instantly reached Huo Yuanzhen's chest.

Huo Yuanzhen shouted, waved his hands together, and there was another loud bang!

It was photographed on the demon pestle, but the inertia of this demon pestle was too great, and after being hit by Huo Yuanzhen, it still fell on Huo Yuanzhen's lower abdomen with inertia.

"Bang!", the sharp tip of the demon slaying pestle was directly inserted into Huo Yuanzhen's abdomen, and it actually stabbed into it a little, and blood flowed out.

Huo Yuanzhen's hands were trembling unconsciously, and he consciously underestimated Sange's strength, the master of the imperial realm, it was not so easy to deal with.

The power of the twelve-layer dragon elephant combined with the internal force that is only in the imperial realm, and supplemented by special techniques, this demon pestle is actually so strong!

Fortunately, he has cultivated the Vajra incorruptible body, and it is unbreakable under the congenital perfection, after this demon pestle has lost most of its power, it has been exhausted just by piercing its own epidermis, if it is not so, I am afraid that this time it will be seriously injured.

Seeing that this blow only slightly injured Huo Yuanzhen, Sanger was also a little surprised, but he was still full of confidence, because he could still send out a third demon pestle.

"Abbot, this third demon pestle, I will use the power of the thirteenth-layer dragon elephant to match the internal force of the early stage of the imperial realm, how about it? Do you still want to try? Or just admit defeat?"

In Sanger's opinion, Huo Yuanzhen was absolutely unable to resist, so he was full of confidence.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuanzhen just wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, as if he was wiping the blood that was about to flow out, but he looked at Sange with a smile: "Sange, the poor monk once said, now I only use half of my strength, although your demon pestle can be sent out, from now on, the poor monk will not spare his hand!"

"What? Do you still have your hand?" Sanger looked at Huo Yuanzhen in disbelief, did he still see that he could still see that this monk wanted to be the leader of the alliance and wanted to go crazy, didn't he even want his life?