On the other side, with Wang Bo's containment, Qu Ao exerted his body technique to the limit, and finally escaped dangerously from Wang Chan's sword light. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Fu Qian took three steps forward, and said with a long smile: "It's up to me to try Brother Wang's invincible magic in the world!"

No matter how he talks, laughs, or behaves, he has a kind of heroic spirit that looks down on the world, which is extremely intimidating.

I saw him laugh and lean back, his elevation was as large as if he had suddenly turned into a curved bow, and his right fist shot towards Wang Chan in front of him like a strong arrow.

The whole audience immediately had a terrible feeling of burning heat and irritability, and what was even more terrifying was that they could not feel the slightest strength of the fist, as if everyone was suddenly deaf and their skin was unconscious, or like a nightmare that suddenly saw lightning but could not hear thunder.

Fu Qian's silent punch made people's hearts chill more than any fist strength.

No one was stunned and unexpected.

Even Qu Ao, Huang Gongcuo and others on the side showed surprised looks on their faces.

The so-called experts know whether there is one or not.

From this punch alone, Wang Chan knew that this Fu Qian's strength was by no means inferior to anyone present, second only to Huang Gongcuo, and half a point better than Qu Ao.

It's not that there really isn't a boxing style, but it's clustered into a pillar and only focused on Wang Chan.

At this time, Wang Chan was like being in a violent storm, and the strong wind around him was constantly cutting and tearing him.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

This kind of luck technique, Wang Chan saw it for the first time, and he couldn't help but see that he was happy, and he imitated it on the spot.

He also threw a punch in advance, and this time the crowd didn't hear any sound either.

An invisible energy instantly broke through Fu Qian's fist wind, and his whole person was like hitting his right fist with a 10,000-jin boulder, and his whole body was like thunder.

Between Wang Chan and Fu Qian, it seems to be a silent contest.

In a world that no one can see, Fu Qian seems to be in a storm that others can't feel or touch, going against the wind, and it's extremely uncomfortable.

This situation lasted for a moment, and then in the disbelief of everyone, blood suddenly spurted out from Fu Qian's body.

Disheveled!

It was only at this moment that the sound of the exchange of qi and strength resounded through the entire space like muffled thunder, shaking everyone's ear drums, and even the senior concubine Xuan, who was adjusting her qi and recuperating, couldn't help but open her eyes and look up.

The two sides fought with just a cup of tea, and Huang Gong saw that his two generals had fallen, how could he sit still again.

Huang Gong drifted to Wang Chan by mistake, and his palms came out together, which was when Wang Chan's old power was exhausted and the new power was not born.

I saw that his wild palm wind, cold as snow, completely enveloped Wang Chan, there was no way to dodge, and the only thing left was to fight hard with real kung fu. It is quite intimidating.

"It's ridiculous to think that if you live a few more years, you will try your best to win. ”

Wang Chan snorted coldly and also slapped back.

Disheveled!

The vigorous exchange of energy actually made a thunderous sound, and half of Luoyang City could be heard clearly.

Huang Gong is worthy of being a grandmaster-level master who is famous in the South China Sea, and he can fight hard with Wang Chan without falling behind.

"Good chance!"

Seeing this, Qu Ao on the side flashed a trace of viciousness in his eyes, his body unfolded, turned into a falcon, and grabbed Wang Chan behind him.

"Open it for me!"

Feeling the strong wind breaking through the air behind him, Wang Chan's eyes flashed violently, and his body was glowing with golden light, as if he had descended from heaven. A strong wind blew his golden garments.

Wow!

Huang Gong spurted blood from his mouth, and was shocked to the back of his head and slammed into the bluestone ground under his back.

Bang! bluestone shattered.

I saw its back hit the ground, and then spurted out a puddle of blood.

The moment he repelled Huang Gong's mistake, Wang Chan turned around suddenly, and the peerless sword in his hand shot like lightning, and immediately saw its brilliance, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and it was so natural, this sword struck out with a really earth-shattering might.

Such a swordsmanship is really sensational, Qu Ao has never even seen it.

"No!"

A terrible scream sounded, Qu Ao looked at Wang Chan in disbelief, holding his throat with his right hand, but he couldn't hold it.

Crimson blood trickled down his fingers and dripped to the ground.

Qu Ao, the famous "Tiele Flying Eagle" outside the Gate, fell, he didn't expect that he didn't die in the hands of Bi Xuan, but died here.

After killing Qu Ao with a sword, Wang Chan looked down at Huang Gongcuo who fell to the ground.

Looking at the indifferent eyes like gods, Huang Gongcuo's face changed greatly, and he rolled aside as soon as possible.

Rumble!

The bluestone ground burst violently, blasting out a deep pit that was not too big or small.

Huang Gong, who had survived the catastrophe, was lying next to the pit, and at this time, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, his five organs were churning, and his meridians were cut off. The whole person lost weight in an instant, and the skin on his face began to tighten, becoming wrinkled, and he no longer had vitality at all. Anyone can see that his time, known as the "immortal immortal", is running out.

Fu Qian was seriously injured and unconscious, he didn't know his life and death, Qu Ao and Wang Bo died on the spot, and Huang Gong's mistake was that his martial arts were lost and he became a waste.

In just a few moments, the four masters were all defeated, and they were defeated so miserably and completely. Who dares to provoke Wang Chan now, the evil star, the forces of all parties hurriedly hugged their heads and fled, for fear that they would be targeted by Wang Chan if they walked slowly.

However, the thief monk of Likong left with Concubine Xuan and the four protectors of the Dharma King Kong one step earlier, and it seemed that he was heading in the direction of the Jingnian Meditation Monastery.

Wang Chan glanced at everyone and slammed his right foot on the ground.

The bluestone slab shattered in an instant, and the stone chips in the sky shot towards all forces like a shower, and each small stone contained a powerful energy, no different from casting a hidden weapon.

A muffled snort sounded, one after another.

No one dared to look back and linger, and at this time they longed for a pair of wings to grow on their backs.

Wang Chan glanced at the distance and did not choose to kill them all, because there was something more important waiting for him to do at the moment.

......

Wang Chan stood at the gate of the Meditation Monastery and looked up at this magnificent temple.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the scale of the temple would be so grand?

As early as on the way up the mountain, Wang Chan saw this temple. It's just that because the temple is hidden in the forest, I thought there were only a few temples, and now when I came to the door, I realized that the buildings in the temple added up to more than hundreds, just like a small city, but the monks lived inside.

When!when!

At this time, a rapid bell rang from the temple, and it looked like a great enemy.

Wang Chan raised his head slightly, looking at the large bell tower that protruded from the halls and was covered by multicolored glazed temples, and lived between two pagodas.

"Since you are not a monk, what is the use of this temple? ”

In a flash, Wang Chan had disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already standing on top of the nine-story bell tower, and the monk who rang the bell didn't have time to react at all, and his bare head slammed directly into the brass ancient bell.

While!

A melodious bell rang throughout the temple. (To be continued.) )