"What kind of exercise is this god-killing practice, how can the defense of ** be so strong, it is a seven-killing fist, it can't even hurt him, his body is simply stronger than the demon beasts." A sect disciple looked at Lin Haotian with a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

"This should be a certain kind of superb body refining technique, and it has been cultivated to the highest level. The strong man of this sect had a golden light in his eyes, he really wanted to have Lin Haotian's body refining technique, but when he thought of Lin Haotian's murderous methods, he shuddered, he had the idea, but he didn't dare to put it into practice.

There are many strong people who have this kind of thought, and the old Shaolin monk is one of them.

"Amitabha, donor, your murderous intentions are too heavy, let the old man influence you. "The old Shaolin monk stood up, and the strong men of the other sects did not dare to fight, if he didn't come forward, then they would really be embarrassed and thrown into Grandma's house this time.

"Old bald donkey, you are not enough, if you want to die, this sect master will fulfill you. Lin Haotian shouted, domineering, completely ignoring the old monk.

"Kill so many people from my Seven Great Sects, you can't leave it!" The old Shaolin monk rose up and shot at Lin Haotian.

"Old bald donkey, you are not qualified enough!" Lin Haotian greeted him and smashed his fist at the old Shaolin monk.

"Give me back!" The old Shaolin monk shouted, and fought hard with Lin Haotian, with a muffled sound, Lin Haotian suffered some losses for the first time, and he was shocked back by the old Shaolin monk for three or four steps before he stabilized his figure.

"High-level Martial Emperor!" Lin Haotian's gaze fell on the old Shaolin monk, and there was a little more solemnity in his eyes, the few who shot before were at most the peak of the middle-level Martial Emperor, as soon as the old Shaolin monk made a move, Lin Haotian clearly felt the gap between the middle-level Martial Emperor and the high-level Martial Emperor, and this gap was definitely not something that could be calculated in the Dao.

"Master Jikong is mighty!" The disciples of the major sect forces immediately cheered, even if it was only a small victory, but for them, this was already a huge victory that was enough to boost morale, and after so many strong people died, now they finally saw a little hope of victory.

"Uncle Jikong has already stepped into the realm of a high-level Martial Emperor, this Dan Sect Sect Master is just a Beginner Martial Emperor, and if my Uncle Jikong wants to clean him up, it is as easy as pinching an ant to death. "The Shaolin disciples began to brag, and Jikong had the upper hand, which made them proud enough.

"Uncle Jikong, please kill Lin Haotian, the demon king. A Shaolin disciple shouted loudly.

The old monk of Jikong squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Lin Haotian and said: "Donor, you are not Lao Gao's opponent, Lao Gao thinks that you are a person with great luck, and I don't want to abolish you, you still hand over the Wu Pagoda by yourself, and then choose to surrender to my Shaolin." ”

"Old monk, don't talk nonsense, do you think that you can shake this sect master with just your two hands? You are not enough!" Lin Haotian sneered twice, his figure flashed, and a punch blasted out, which was the first form of the Dragon Descending Fist.

A murderous aura flashed in the eyes of the old monk Jikong, and he said in a deep voice: "Since the donor doesn't listen to the old man's advice, the old man can only take action to wipe you out, so as not to hurt people again." ”

"Erase me, you're not qualified enough!" Lin Haotian shouted angrily, and threw a punch again, it was the second form of the Dragon Descending Fist, Lin Haotian had already broken through to the realm of the Martial Emperor at this time, and used the Dragon Descending Fist again, compared to before, there was a big difference, the two dragon shadows composed of fist shadows were like substance, roaring and rushing towards the old monk of Jikong.

"Use different martial arts at the same time, you, you ......" The old monk of Jikong's body trembled slightly, and saw the two dragon shadows rushing towards him, he hurriedly resisted, but the two dragon shadows were like substance, opened their mouths and wrapped him in, and then they only heard the screams of the old monk Jikong, and the faces of the powerhouses of the sect instantly turned pale, if even the old monk of Jikong couldn't resist Lin Haotian, then who else could fight with Lin Haotian?

"Break it for me!" The voice of the old monk of Jikong came out, only to hear a rumbling sound, and the two dragon shadows were destroyed by the old monk of Jikong, but the current situation of the old monk of Jikong is indeed very miserable, there is blood all over his body, and there are several pimples the size of eggs on his bald head, seeing this scene, the disciples of Danzong immediately laughed out loud and began to laugh at the old monk of Jikong.

"You should be damned!" The old monk of Jikong stared at Lin Haotian, his eyes full of murderous aura.

"Old bald donkey, you can't kill me just by virtue of it!" Lin Haotian looked at the old monk coldly, originally thinking that this trick could solve the old monk, but he resisted, which greatly surprised Lin Haotian's expectations.

"King Kong subdued the demon!" The old monk of Jikong shook his wrist, and a Zen staff appeared in his hand, as soon as the Zen staff appeared, Lin Haotian felt a huge pressure rushing towards him, he hurriedly dispersed his skills, his eyes fell on the Zen staff, and a covetous light flashed in his eyes, this Zen staff is definitely a good thing.

"King Kong Fu Wand, this is Shaolin's pseudo-immortal weapon, it was brought out by the old thing Jikong, it seems that Shaolin is determined to get the Wu Tower. The eyes of many sect powerhouses fell on the Zen staff in the hands of the old monk Jikong, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Donor, let the old man overtake you. The old monk Jikong raised his Zen staff with both hands and bombarded Lin Haotian.

"It's just an external force, although it's extraordinary, but it's not enough to see!" Lin Haotian snorted coldly, still straight up, and grabbed the Zen staff directly with both hands.

"Look for death!" The old monk of Jikong sneered, and as soon as he vomited his internal strength, Lin Haotian felt a tingling pain, so he hurriedly let go of his hands, and when he looked down, his hands were already drenched in blood.

"Good treasure!" Lin Haotian was overjoyed, he was sure that this Zen staff was extraordinary, and now it seemed that he still underestimated this Zen staff.

"Die!" The old monk of Jikong struck a blow, and once again raised his Zen staff and attacked Lin Haotian.

"It's not enough!" Lin Haotian's body moved, and he easily dodged the attack of the old monk Jikong, and his body bullied forward at the same time, and a punch smashed into one of the arms of the old monk of Jikong, and the old monk of Jikong suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his arm was directly broken by Lin Haotian.

"It's a waste to leave such a treasure in your hands. Lin Haotian shot again, broke the other arm of the old monk Jikong, stretched out his hand to hold the Zen staff, and dodged it directly.

The Zen staff fell into Lin Haotian's hand, and he began to struggle, as if he wanted to escape.

"In Lao Tzu's hands, you can't escape. Lin Haotian shouted, and used his internal force to suppress this Zen staff, and a flash of light flashed on the martial tower, and the Zen staff suddenly fell silent.