Chapter 209 Hand over Living Buddha

The cockscomb hat on the little monk's head swayed, and when his body jumped, he instantly punched Luo Xue, and the realm of the great master was undoubtedly revealed.

In the realm of the Great Grandmaster, the internal strength can linger in the fist, making the attack power increase several times instantly.

The fist was fierce, and it roared towards Luo Xuehu.

Luo Xue's body was like a charm, a dodge, easily came to the little lama's side, waved his right arm, and the three-edged thorn immediately exerted a wisp of sword qi.

The sword qi was like the wind, and the white horse practiced in an instant, slashing towards the back of the little lama.

The little lama missed the blow, his expression was stunned, and when he was alert in his heart, he suddenly felt a cold killing intent behind him, and turned around abruptly.

When he turned around, his upper body quickly leaned down to see how he dodged the sword qi blow.

But the very prominent cockscomb hat was not spared, the tip of the hat was cut off a small piece, and the goose-yellow appearance was flying.

The little lama was furious, and this had hurt his dignity.

When he bowed, the little lama clenched his fists and bombarded Luo Xue's abdomen directly, muttering: "The poor monk should not hurt a woman, but you are a hateful woman, looking for a beating!"

What could respond to the little lama was not Luo Xue's answer, but another sharp sword qi that slashed towards his bombarded fist.

The little lama could see that Luo Xue's martial arts cultivation was not as good as his own, and at most he was at the end of the grandmaster.

With a touch of disdain on his face, his internal strength became strong, and he lingered in his fist, and directly bombarded the sword qi drawn by the three-edged thorn.

Boom!

The two energies collided together, but the little lama screamed, hugged his right arm with his left hand, and kicked back several feet away.

And looking at the little lama's right arm, it was already bloody, red in blood, and miserable.

The way of the sword is the way of killing.

And Luo Xue is a killer, never talks about good-looking movements, can defeat the enemy with one move, and will never make a second move.

Fortunately, this little lama's cultivation is slightly higher than Luo Xue, and when he is defeated, he retreats quickly, otherwise, Luo Xue's sword will definitely be able to ask him for an arm.

"Bastard, dare to hurt my Dayin Temple disciple!"

As the Dharma King of the Great Sound Temple, the obese monk saw this and was immediately furious. jumped and slapped Luo Xue with one palm.

The palm is like King Kong, the golden light lingers, and it is extremely fierce, it is the Buddha Sect Peerless King Kong Palm.

And looking at the golden light in the palm of this Dharma King, it can be seen at a glance that this person has mastered the Vajra Palm and has cultivated to a certain height.

In addition, the cultivation at the end of the Dharma King's Transformation Realm was already incomparable, and he did not leave his hand as soon as he made a move, and the strong offensive had not arrived, and the wind had arrived.

"Such a vicious and ruthless woman, this Dharma King must influence you!"

The Dharma King slapped it with a palm, and a golden palm phantom slapped down on Luo Xue's head.

Seeing that the king was coming strongly, Luo Xue's face was calm, her right hand was erected, holding the thorn as if she was holding a sword, and the sword intent in her eyes was clear, and she slashed vertically.

The sword aura is overflowing, vertical and horizontal.

It seems to cut through the air and split the void.

The long sword qi instantly touched the golden palm.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and His Holiness only felt a brief pause in his inner breath, and his face turned red.

But Luo Xue threw her whole body behind her.

After all, the gap in cultivation is too big, and Luo Xue is not the opponent of this Dharma King at all.

Under one blow, he is already defeated.

Gu Bei's figure flickered, turned into an afterimage, and his right hand reached out, which was already against the backward back of the throwing fly, and under the action of a soft force, Luo Xue's figure was stopped.

Then, a ball of pure spirit yuan followed Gu Bei's palm and entered Luo Xue's body.

In Luo Xue's body, the injuries left by this blow were immediately improved.

The corners of his mouth were red.

In the cold beautiful eyes, the fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, and he wanted to attack again, but was stopped by Gu Bei: "You have performed well if you can take the blow of this bald donkey." Within three months, you will surpass him. Now, leave it to me!"

Gu Bei could see that Luo Xue had been tempered all the way and felt the pressure of nature, and he really had some understanding, and his cultivation aura had obviously improved a lot.

Gu Bei's indifferent voice floated to Luo Xue's ears, and Luo Xue's cold heart was secretly happy, and she had once again won the approval of her son.

Luo Xue's performance also deeply shocked this Dharma King, who was able to use the mid-stage realm of the grandmaster to take over the full blow at the end of the transformation realm, this girl is really not an ordinary person.

But when he heard Gu Bei scolding himself for being a bald donkey, the Dharma King was suddenly unhappy.

"In front of the gate of the Dayin Temple, it's not your turn to wait for the wilderness!"

The Dharma King shouted loudly, his body rose violently, and he also slapped Gu Bei with one palm, still doing his best.

The Dharma King had noticed Gu Bei a long time ago, but he saw that Gu Bei's body was ordinary, and it could be said that there was no trace of the aura of a martial artist, so he didn't take him very seriously.

But when Gu Bei's body shook and caught Luo Xue, who was thrown away, the Dharma King had to re-examine Gu Bei.

However, Gu Bei still didn't show too much qi and blood, and the Dharma King was just an ordinary martial artist who had just started.

Since he is an ordinary warrior, he still dares to go wild in front of the Great Sound Temple, which is what the Dharma King cannot tolerate.

The Dharma King's palm was almost the same as the strength when he attacked Luo Xue, and he thought that if he slapped this palm, the kid would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Seeing the huge golden palm shadow coming, Gu Bei's expression was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth even suddenly hung with a touch of disdain, and an extremely cold voice came: "Go back!"

I saw Gu Bei's right hand against Luo Xue's back, his left hand reached out, and he pushed it out with a random palm.

Gu Bei's palm was slapped, and there was no change in the surroundings, not even a trace of fluctuation in the air, as if it was a weak and random push.

But at this time, an old and thin figure suddenly popped out of the temple gate, and at the same time, a hoarse voice came: "Little donor, please stop!"

Since they have all been shot, there is no reason to take it back.

"He can't do it, you pick it up!"

Gu Bei's palm strength suddenly shifted, leaving aside the vital point of the Dharma King, and attacked towards the thin figure that suddenly jumped out.

But even if the palm strength was a little offset, Gu Bei didn't have the intention of letting go of the Fawang so easily, the blame can only be blamed, the Fawang shouldn't have hurt Luo Xue.

The seemingly lethal palm came in an instant, and it slammed into the thin old man's palm.

The palm power that escaped around him pounced on the Dharma King of the Dayin Temple at the end of the transformation realm.

Boom!

Boom!

Two roars.

His Holiness came quickly, but he threw it out at a faster speed.

In the middle of the flight, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and His Holiness felt all his internal organs shake violently.

The thin old man stepped back more than ten steps before he could stop his figure, a trace of red blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the horror in his cloudy eyes could not be concealed.

"Living Buddha, Living Buddha, how are you?" said the little lama who had been in charge of taking care of him hurriedly stepped forward and supported the trembling Kezhu Venerable with a worried expression.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy!"

The Venerable Master Kezhu immediately raised his hand, holding the Buddha salute in his hand, and shook it sincerely.

The title in the mouth has directly changed from "little donor" to "senior".

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