But seeing the resolute color in Xuan Ci's eyes flashing, the breath around his body became extremely manic, and he forcibly raised a breath of true qi, urging the potential of life, gathering the supreme magic of Buddhism, the whole body was red, and then turned white, white and red, the times became more and more frequent, and the appearance was weird.

"This ...... This is...... Breaking the essence is self-defeating! ”

"It's not good, stop Senior Brother Abbot!"

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people only felt extremely weird, but several old monks of the Xuanzi generation changed their faces greatly, as if they had seen something terrible, and they couldn't help but rush to the field one by one.

It turns out that this "Breaking the Essence and Self-Absolute Dafa" is a strange martial art that has been circulating in Buddhism for a long time, aiming to consume one's own life potential and die with others.

It can be said that this is a lose-lose style of play, and once it is used, it is irreversible.

In any case, Xuan Ci's fate is only one word - death!

"With you, you also want to die with Lao Tzu?"

Facing Xuan Ci's dying counterattack, he saw Fang La sneer, and with a wave of the long knife, an arc of light slashed through the air.

Suddenly, Xuan Ci's two arms and shoulders flew away from his body.

And Fang La, too, took advantage of this opportunity to quickly retreat backwards, wanting to stay away from Xuan Ci.

"Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering bang.

In an instant, Xuan Ci's whole person exploded into a cloud of blood mist, covering an area three feet square around him, and dozens of high-rollers in the rivers and lakes within the range of the blood mist, as well as Fang La's soldiers, were all affected by the explosion and formation of a surging true qi.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The blood mist dissipated, revealing a rickety figure with a long knife, who was none other than Fang La.

At this moment, Fang La's eyes also showed a hint of fear, the explosion just now, if he reacted one step slower, I am afraid that he would die on this Shaolin Mountain today.

"General!"

Seeing that Fang La was injured, a group of subordinates hurriedly stepped forward, protected him, and looked around vigilantly.

This move also made some of the high-rollers who had the idea of taking the opportunity to make up for the knife sigh helplessly and silently dispelled the thoughts in their hearts.

"Senior brother!"

"Abbot!"

On the Shaolin side, a group of monks looked at the place on the ground where there was almost no trace, silently reciting Xuan Ci's Dharma name, and their eyes were red.

What's more, he also recited the mantra of the past life on the spot, intending to overtake Xuanci.

"Hey...... Xuan Ci can be regarded as a well-deserved death at this time. ”

Looking at the situation on the field, Su Zimo shook his head slightly, Xuan Ci's thoughts, he could understand it somewhat.

However, compared with the original work, Xuzhu's life experience was exposed, Xuan Ci's reputation was ruined, and he was scolded by the rod in public and died, this kind of death can be regarded as to preserve his reputation, and it is remembered by a cadre of Shaolin disciples.

Of course...... The premise is that after today's Heroes Conference, Shaolin can still survive.

"Humph!"

After a long time, Fang La also recovered a little bit of internal strength, and his face looked a little better, and then he got up and said: "You have already lost the first place, I don't know who you plan to let come up in this second game?" ”

Maybe it was because of Xuan Ci's death before, but this time no one argued, and everyone was silent.

They also know that if they lose this second game, then they will probably have to sleep on this Shaomu Mountain for a long time.

"Everyone!"

Suddenly, a heroic voice sounded, and I saw a tall man with a Chinese character face walking out of the crowd: "This second scene, Qiao will play someone, how about it?" ”

"Amitabha, since it is Qiao's gang leader, I Shaolin has no objection," Xuan Lin said.

With his identity as the head of the Discipline Hall, now that Xuan Ci is dead and the Shaolin dragons have no leader, he can barely make this decision.

As for the rest of the Xuanzi monks, they were also speechless and acquiesced in Xuan Lone's actions.

And the other people on the field, you look at me, I look at you, but there was no good result for a while, so I had to pin my hope on Qiao Feng.

"I don't know who is fighting with Joe!"

Striding into the field, Qiao Feng turned his head and glanced around at Fang La and the others, with high fighting spirit.

"I've seen Brother Qiao."

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed, and he came to the field, and Shi Shiran arched his hand towards Qiao Feng.

"Gusu Murong Fu, how could it be him!"

"Nan Murong!"

"It turned out to be Murong Fu, I didn't expect this person to also take refuge in Fang La, it's really a shame for my martial arts!"

Obviously, Su Zimo's appearance made many people feel unprepared.

Especially Qiao Feng.

At this moment, the latter's eyes were full of disbelief, and he frowned: "Brother Murong, what do you mean by this, why do you want to help the gang to abuse me and destroy my Central Plains with that party?" ”

Obviously, in Qiao Feng's opinion, Su Zimo was most likely bewitched by Fang La, so he appeared and became the enemy of everyone.

In this regard, Su Zimo didn't have any intention of explaining, but shook his head and said: "Brother Qiao, the Tao is not the same, some time ago, I never had a decisive battle with Brother Qiao in our village, but today I can taste what I want!" ”

"Hey, in that case......"

Seeing this situation, Qiao Feng also knew that the other party had made up his mind, and he didn't say anything more. With a flip of the palm, a dragon's groan sounded, and it was a move "Shocking a hundred miles!" ”

"Boom ——!"

The pale golden true qi turned into a dragon, and with a momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, it attacked Su Zimo.

Compared with that day in Shenhezhuang, Qiao Feng's palm power this time was obviously stronger than a notch, and even Su Zimo had to put away that bit of cynicism and began to face the other party.

Obviously, in the previous battle, both of them had spare strength.

"Boom, boom, boom——!"

After a few palms, the sound of dragons on the field was endless.

In the face of Qiao Feng's eighteen dragon descending palms that covered one palm, Su Zimo did not dare to confront it, relying on the advantage of Ling Bo's micro-step, he calmly avoided most of the palm power, and took advantage of the situation to fight back with his fingers.

I have to admit that some martial arts are different from person to person.

Just like the eighteen palms of the dragon, among the leaders of the beggar gang in the past dynasties, except for Guo Jing, only Qiao Feng can give full play to his power.

It seems that this set of eighteen palms of dragon descending is tailor-made for the other party!

However, Su Zimo would not show weakness, the long sword shook, and a sword light flew out, and the sword qi was like a wave of anger, with a cold momentum that crushed everything in the world, and attacked Qiao Feng.

At this moment, if the "Sword God" Zhuo Bufan came here, he would definitely be ashamed of himself.

Compared with this sword, his so-called "sword mang" is really ridiculous, just like a toy in a child's hand.

The gap between the two is like the difference between cloud and mud!

A sword was born, even Qiao Feng, his face showed a look of horror, and even if it was replaced by a heroic feeling, he couldn't help laughing and said loudly.

"Good come, look at my flying dragon in the sky!"

(End of chapter)