Hai Qianqiu gave up the strength, focused on skills and defense, this move really worked, in the next three hundred moves, he returned to Kuzen's body with the same magic skills and skills as Kuzen, and actually fought with Kuzen, the head of Hanshan Temple, and did not give in to each other. It fully shows that in the field of divine skill cultivation, skill is sometimes better than strength, not to mention that the erosion of Hai Qianqiu is not lacking in strength.

Kuzen and Hai Qianqiu fought for three hundred rounds, and they were gradually suppressed, although the old monk's skills were mysterious, but after all, he was still a person, not a monster like Hai Qianqiu. After fighting for hundreds of moves, his physical strength has decreased slightly, which is nothing in normal times, but at this time, he is facing an opponent of the same level or even stronger, and the slight reduction in strength, physical strength, reaction and consciousness has made the balance of victory and defeat that was barely maintained obviously tilted.

Kuzen used the Duoluo Ye Finger, which was led away by the huge suction generated by the Ten Realms Dragon Elephant Gong of Hai Qianqiu, and had to be replaced with the Flower Finger to resolve this gravitational force, and Hai Qianqiu used the Dragon Elephant Skill, and also had a dragon claw hand that had been well cultivated, and the ice chips flew down with one claw, often leaving several dark brown blood marks on Kuzen's arm. Kuzen and Hai Qianqiu are not the same, Hai Qianqiu only needs to protect his head, and the rest of his body is attacked by Kuzen, even if the bones of the whole body are shattered, the black gas flashes and recovers immediately, and Kuzen must protect the vital points of the body, not to mention, the key points on the hands and feet cannot be missed, otherwise once disabled, it will be the end of the body and soul.

Three hundred rounds later, another three hundred rounds, under the gray skylight, the ice gas on the two of them rose, the ice chips danced, and they were born in this hot summer day, playing a small piece of awe-inspiring winter, the cold ice exploded under the feet, and the cold water shot at the opponent with the illusion of the war spirit, fist to fist, finger to finger, foot to foot, red robe and black robe rotated into the two instruments of Tai Chi, but the darkness of the world always seemed to swallow justice and order, and the black vortex symbolizing the thousand hatreds of the sea gradually forced Kuzen to practice and retreat.

"I can't go on like this, I won't go to hell, who will go to hell!" The old monk flashed such a thought in his heart, and at the same time took the initiative to take two steps back, allowing the two Dharma Divine Palms that crossed the sea to be full of ice light. The old monk's powerful bare feet made a pair of deep footprints on the slippery mud floor, and the bright red robe suddenly spread backwards, like a fire dragon stretching its wings. The moment the old monk jumped forward, the bones of his whole body made a crunching sound, as if a bunch of precision mechanical parts were recombined into some more powerful machine, the muscles of his whole body trembled, and each meridian made a faint and high-frequency sound like a string plucking, but it was clearly not a battle soul technique that fused the bloodline with the battle soul, the old monk flew up, and the blue ice energy burst out from his body, unfolding like a flash, but it was not maintained for even a second, and suddenly all of them contracted back into his body, he waved a palm, and the whole hand had completely turned into cold ice at the moment of the palm, and that crystal clear palm seemed to exude endless lightand illuminated the gray sky.

"Bodhidharma!" Kuzen's tongue burst into thunder, a move and the Dharma Divine Palm, Snow Lotus Palm and Prajna Palm are not exactly the same, the unknown palm technique is like a wild dragon out of the sea, but it does not bring a trace of wind, as if some kind of terrible assassination palm silently collided with the right claw of Hai Qianqiu, who was using the Ten Realms Dragon Elephant Technique, and wanted to guide this powerful palm technique to the side.

Hai Qianqiu immediately changed his moves, and the Dragon Elephant Gong turned into an ordinary Prajna palm, and the moment the two palms collided, everything was strangely calm.

There was no explosion in the first second, no impact, only Hai Qianqiu's face-like face suddenly turned into a normal look, his face was gloomy, and his fat cheeks were constantly twitching.

In the second second, the sky suddenly darkened, and an extremely large killing aura silently ran over the heads of the two of them, as if a huge ghost suddenly flew through the sky.

In the third second, the ice exploded, and the two monks were blasted out by a simple, irresistible explosive force, and each spit out a mouthful of blood in the air. For the first time, Kuzen "didn't react" after being blown away, and landed heavily on the back wall, rubbing a shallow ravine on the mud. He even gasped for breath, spurting a blue-white air stream with blood foam from his nose, and paused for almost half a second before standing up.

Where the two clashed, the cold ice turned into a series of condensed blue-white circles, slowly and brutally spreading, scraping off a layer of soil on the earth, forming a shallow and wide crater, the sound of the ice breaking was like thunder, and the shock wave of the explosion turned into a sharp blue ring, which spread to five zhang away before turning into a stream of water, and seven zhang away before turning into water mist.

On the other side, Hai Qianqiu almost let out a scream before he died, blood mixed with internal organs burst out of his mouth, forming a one-zhang high blood spring, and the bones of his whole body, including the small half of his skull, were shattered. He fell into the mud like a lump of rotten meat, smashing out a shallow pit, and soon the pit was filled with a cloud of bright red blood. The Crying Buddha, who was fighting with the mage, suddenly stopped and let out a loud "Korea!" with an obvious tone of grief and indignation, and then, a black stream of water shot out from the huge chrysanthemum gate of the huge statue and poured it on Hai Qianqiu, who immediately burned with black flames all over his body and stood up like a Super Saiyan.

The black flame burned for three or four seconds and went out, and he returned to his original appearance, but the momentum he exuded was much weaker than just now, almost to the point where it was inferior to Kuzen. The muscles on his face were still twitching, but he didn't show any facial features, and that moment just now made him really afraid.

"What kind of miracle is this?" he asked eagerly and stiffly.

"The Book of Yijin". Kuzen replied slowly: "The Heavenly Evil Temple looks powerful, but it has been surviving for thousands of years, and it is impossible for any new magic to be created, and we are waiting for the authentic Buddhism ......."

Kuzen didn't finish speaking, and the second half of his sentence was drowned in the shouts of the crying Buddha "Korea!" and "Korea!", Hai Qianqiu's face turned slightly red, and he gently put his palm on his chest: "Ami Tofu! The last thing Sandalwood Sect wants to hear is the word 'authentic', except for it, there is no other authentic sect in this world!"

“...... Well, for thousands of years, we have been waiting for the righteous path of Buddhism to come out in large numbers, and there are Buddhist collections such as "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Pulp Sutra" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which are always unthinkable to you and your so-called Crying Buddha, and the power of these miracles is also very great, therefore, your chances of winning this time are not very ......."

"Hmph, it's just a few bad magic tricks, Lord Buddha, I have an immortal body given by the Sandalwood Sect, and my soul energy will never be exhausted, and you are just the end of the strong crossbow now. Hai Qianqiu said, posing in a defensive starting posture of Buddhism Gate Standing Pile Gong, silently accumulating soul energy, Kuzen did not speak, put his palms on his chest, and took the opportunity to recover some physical strength.

At this point in the battle, both sides were a little tired, and Kuzen and Hai Qianqiu were separated on both sides of the big pit, and at the same time silently breathed. After all, the realm of bitter Zen is as high as the golden body, the strength is long, condensed but not dispersed, he still has leisure to look around when he breathes, and he saw that the disciples of the Heavenly Evil Temple were slaughtered by Wan Jianxin and Bai Prison and others and scattered and fled, so he relaxed a little, the Heavenly Evil Temple has been struggling in recent decades, there are no decent people to join, and the time when he was secretly established as the state religion by the "Northern Martial Emperor" is really short, even if he wantonly accepts disciples, there are not many people who can be used, where is it worthy of the thousand-year-old teacher inheritance of the righteous path? Therefore, the other demon monks of the Heavenly Evil Temple are actually not much more difficult to deal with than the evil cultists in Zhenghuanggang, the key is the sea in front of them...... Sure enough, ten years of work actually made him a Yuanying ......

"Definitely!" Kuzen's eyes froze, and he realized that Hai Qianqiu's strength was most likely not from himself, but from the huge statue that fought fiercely with the silver figure. At this time, while fighting with Yinchen, the statue also had to support Hai Qianqiu, and it was two ends, so it would not be able to take care of both the beginning and the end, revealing its defeat. Seeing this, Kuzen had a little more brightness in his originally dim eyes: "Even if the evil cult has the same cultivation and means as the old man, what if he finally uses external forces...... Besides, you don't necessarily have many of the means that the old man has to hide. Thinking so, Kuzen's body spread, a pair of fleshy feet stepped on the ground and made a series of deep footprints, the battle flow broke out, the rigidity was infused, and while rushing forward, a finger was also full of cold power, and the battle flow that was originally like a cold mist on him showed a strong force like a gangfeng.

"Death!" Kuzen let out a low cry, and his powerful adamantine fingers burst out.

He was greeted by the Great Demon Fist, the fist strength and the finger edge were about to collide, the strength of the Kuzen wrist changed, and the powerful Vajra finger was instantly transformed into the Dharma palm method, and collided with the Great Demon Fist with a bang, a blue ice ring spread vertically, and the two of them took three steps back, evenly matched.

"What? Do you think that the power of the Buddha comes from the Crying Buddha, so there is a chance to take advantage of it?" The bloated and ugly Hai Qianqiu let out a monkey version of laughter, and sneered at Kuzen: "What a wooden fish idea can only appear in the head of a wooden fish! Do you know what that Crying Buddha is? It is a true god! The power in the body of the Crying Buddha cannot be extracted! Even if your disciple has exhausted all the qi and blood in his body, he will never be able to win! And the Buddha and I, I am also invincible in front of you! A person whose physical and soul power is inexhaustible, can you, an old thief, have the ability to defeat it?"

"Then do you think that Lao Qu will only have one kind of Yijin Sutra?" Kuzen snorted coldly, the blue light flashed in his powerful palm, and a harsh and rigid cold air was stimulated from there, and the muscles on his entire right hand vibrated like strings. Hai Qianqiu's face was bitter, and he hurriedly retreated, avoiding the palm that was enough to bombard him. The bitter Zen move failed, and he immediately changed his move without waiting for the palm technique to come out, and it was another trick to smash it with a wonderful finger.

At this moment, Hai Qianqiu immediately smiled, his whole face curled up into a pair of unbeaten faces, and even brought his fat face over and let Kuzen point at it. Since Kuzen hit, he was happy for no reason, and the soul qi on his fingers sped up, but unexpectedly, Hai Qianqiu's face suddenly turned into a blue transparent shape, and there was liquid soul qi flowing in it, and the thick dough was collected and flicked, and all the soul qi of Kuzen was bounced back.

After Hai Qianqiu was "resurrected" by the black water, his personality changed a little, and he became more shameless and playful, he let out a monkey-like laugh, and at the same time brought his fat and bloated body over for Kuzen to beat: "Do you think that you will have some secret skills? Buddha, my set of "Bitter Body Masochistic Heart Sutra" is much more powerful than yours! But all the flesh on your body, you can beat it casually, and beat it hard! Buddha I am not afraid, I am afraid that you, an old bald man, will be broken by your own soul when the time comes! Oh oh oh

As he spoke, he put his buttocks, belly, chest, back and face in the hands of Wang Kuchan, while unexpectedly slapping and kicking, using the most common magic skills in Buddhism, but every time it was unexpected, like a new set of weird hand skills, the sneak attack made Ku Chan vomit blood again and again, and there were many more injuries on his body. Usually boxing fighters fight, are attacking the enemy's vital points while protecting their own vital points, and Hua Qianchou is completely opposite, using his own vital parts as bait to lure Kuzen into making moves, he completely ignores Kuzen's attack and counterattacks directly, after three or five times, Kuzen's fist fight, heavy palm and fingering failed to hurt Hai Qianqiu, but he was tossed by Hai Qianqiu, even the moves in the "Yijin Sutra" were summoned, and they could be bounced back by Hai Qianqiu's thick skin and fat, and almost broke his wrist.

Kuzen can only fight and retreat, and Hai Qianqiu went around in a big circle, the two fought to the twenty-ninth round, Hai Qianqiu has a full advantage, while laughing at Kuzen, while leaning at Kuzen, he leaned over his fat butt and let Kuzen beat, really responded to his unlucky name, Hai Qianqiu, still owe pumping!

Kuzen is also helpless, the leader of the Heavenly Evil Temple in front of him is so difficult to deal with, completely immortal, I really don't know how difficult it is to deal with the body of the Crying Buddha-

He was thinking of a way to solve the crisis in front of him, when he suddenly felt the light around him suddenly dim.

At that moment, not only did the sky darken, but the air around Kuzen also seemed to freeze, and the entire Elk Basin suddenly fell silent for a second. Whether it was the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of fighting, the sound of ice condensing, the sound of ice breaking, or the sound of cursing, screaming, or even the roar of the crying Buddha, Hai Qianqiu's provocative voice of under-pumping all disappeared in that second. Heaven and earth were not only silent, but also stagnant, because in that second, it seemed that the whole world had descended from a four-dimensional space-time to a three-dimensional space, and the single dimension of time suddenly disappeared and disappeared, and the world suddenly stopped.