Break the law with one force!

When supernatural powers are no longer a threat, Liliang becomes the most direct, that is, the most feared weapon

Thirteen Lang has always believed in this, as for the big ash, he was originally a demonic beast that relied on his body to eat, hand-to-hand combat is instinct, and there is no need to think about it at all.

In terms of speed, the bitter guard can't catch up with Thirteen Lang, let alone fight in such a small space, fighting for agility and speed. Therefore, when Thirteen Lang came behind him and punched, the guards only had time to turn around. If he faced the other monks, Jusan Lang could almost have thought that this battle could be declared over.

It's a pity that he is a bitter guard, the same double cultivation of the Dharma body, the penance for hundreds of years, and the demon guard who regards the physical body as the source of the sea of suffering!

"Buddha is compassionate. ”

The body is slightly sideways, and the wide monk's robe of the bitter guard is flicked behind him at will, as if to drive away a mosquito and fly lingering in the ear; the ordinary linen clothes exude a dazzling golden glow under the light of the Buddha, and the big gray didn't even see the other party make any movements, and the huge body has already fluttered away like a fallen leaf.

"Bang!"

It wasn't until Ash fell to the ground that the sound of the impact between the iron hoof and the golden wall shook into his eardrums, echoing the collision between him and the ground, as if it were happening at the same time.

The mountain monarch is not allowed to exceed!

With this principle of not knowing why, the bitter guard did not spare the slightest hand for the big ash. If it weren't for the containment of Thirteen Lang behind him, this blow would probably make Big Ash lose the strength to fight again. Rao was like this, and Kui Shen couldn't get a bargain, and thousands of pounds of his body smashed on the ground that was not hard but was now covered with golden rays, and let out an unbearable moan.

The suppression of the demonic energy by the Buddha's light is extremely serious. In addition, the place where the big ash fell was the junction of the demonic qi and the Buddha's light, and the backlash suffered was also the greatest. Kui Shen's fat ass was instantly scorched, as if it had been burned by a soldering iron, and he hissed and jumped, and the big gray body almost slumped again, and a flame of rage rose in his eyes, and there was deep awe.

It is not afraid, although it has accumulated strong confidence due to previous war examples. Big Ash didn't think that the young master with endless hole cards would easily lose this battle, but it understood that the old bald donkey in front of him was much stronger than his own genuine god donkey, and he unconsciously raised a little hesitation.

Hesitating. Big Ash watched the result of the collision between Thirteen Lang and the old monk, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he almost couldn't afford the courage to fight again.

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To Thirteen Lang. The Bitter Guard wasn't as easy as it was against the Big Grey, but it was just not as easy.

The crisis in Kuwei's heart was not resolved, but he felt a heartfelt chill and anger, and instinctively bent his knees to the side, blocking the other party's real hidden killing.

That crotch-flirting leg!

In the face of a Buddhist monk using this kind of dirty tricks, only Thirteen Lang in the world can do it; the old monk couldn't help but slander in his heart while resisting, secretly thinking that this trip was really unlucky, and all he encountered was a bunch of unreasonable bandits.

The golden palm and the fist met like Mars hitting the earth. There was a terrifying roar, and the majestic and heavy Buddha Gate palm prints dissipated under the bombardment of Shisanlang's unreasonable and pure Liliang, and Shisanlang's fists wrapped in demonic energy and wind whirlpools opened their flesh, and blood burst out in all directions. Compared to this, the more vicious collision below was not very inconspicuous, and only made a muffled sound. Barely audible.

With the flesh of Thirteen Lang, with the hardness of his strongest fists, he could break through the skin with just one collision! His body rolled back faster than the big ash, and directly hit the indestructible layer of Buddha's light circle, and fell to the ground with a bang.

To put it mildly, if you replace Thirteen Lang's fists with magic weapons. This collision will be completely scrapped, and if it is a flying sword, it can be directly declared to be returned to the furnace for re-refining, and there is no second possibility. ...,

Ku Wei's body shook twice, and a bit of red tide appeared on his face, and he said with emotion: "The strength of Xiaoyou, especially above Lao Wei's estimate...... Huh?"

Before he could continue, as soon as Shisanlang's body hit the ground, no, it didn't hit the ground at all, and he shot back at a faster speed, his eyes sprayed with recklessness and ruthlessness, and the two bloody fists were almost indistinguishable, each punching three punches at the throat, legs and knees, waist and abdomen, and back of the heart.

It was so fast! so fast that it was impossible to see the order, and it was impossible to distinguish his figure, and at that moment, the old monk seemed to feel that there were four, no, five, or even six thirteen lang attacking him at the same time.

Its momentum is more fierce, its strength is more sufficient, its position is more poisonous, and its intention is more decisive!

The old monk's eyes shrank suddenly, and the fierce killing intent that came to his face made him no longer care about fiddling with the demeanor of a high monk, and was forced to perform the real Buddhist exercises.

The previous collision made him understand that the strength of the opponent was far above his own estimate, especially the leg below, and it was just a vicious and vicious position, and Liliang was even more incredible. After hundreds of years of penance, Kuwei knew so deeply about the difficulty of refining his body, he couldn't imagine how a young man with a weak crown could have such a strong body and such a violent liliang.

He is not timid in the face of strength, has a shrewd mind and a strong mind, and will do whatever it takes to win, this is clearly an excellent talent for clearing demons and eradicating demons and evil for Buddhism.

"No wonder the master and nephew will be killed by him, such a talent, and it is a combination of spirit and demon, if you can enter my Buddhism, you will definitely become a generation of Buddhas......"

What the bitter guard didn't know was that if he faced Thirteen Lang last time, I am afraid that he would not have been able to feel so much emotion. After months of penance, coupled with the experience of facing the Buddha's light, Thirteen Lang Yan was able to prepare early. At this time, he was much stronger than when he first entered the Taoist Academy.

In his heart, he became more and more determined to accept the other party, and Kuwei Zhuang stared at his eyebrows, holding the lotus Buddha seal in his hand, and making a lion's roar in his mouth.

"Please be angry!"

"King Ming's wrath!"

Countless voices of harmony sounded all around, as if there were hundreds of thousands of monks shouting majestically, and the cage formed by the two iron chains felt the anger and fighting spirit of the Buddha, and the golden mangs instantly bloomed, and from a distance, it seemed that there was a sun burning violently on the ground, dispelling the gloom of the dark night.

A huge phantom character with four arms and two heads, with jaw-dropping eyebrows, emerged behind him, and his head was as solid as a real person. One is slightly illusory, and its four arms are divided into Zen staffs, wooden fish, drumsticks, and a golden bowl, and they rain around their bodies, blocking the impenetrable attacks of the thirteen langs one by one.

Layers of ripples echoed in the air, and the line of sight seemed to be distorted, overlapping layer by layer, and there seemed to be more than a dozen figures intertwined, indistinguishable from each other. Every bombardment, every collision. The surroundings became even darker, and the golden rays and demonic energy merged, emitting a crackling explosion that could not exist. Like thunder.

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Such a real attack, with hundreds of years of penance cultivation of the Dharma body, the bitter guard is not afraid of colliding with Thirteen Lang at all. But no matter how good he is. You can't meet the opponent's fist with all kinds of weaknesses in your body, and the furious Liliang plus the speed of almost a phantom, if you don't show your smug powers, even if your body is made of King Kong, you will be crushed by him. At this time, the law phase was sacrificed, and the bitter guard simply stopped looking at the body of Thirteen Lang, and wholeheartedly exported mana to maintain the law phase, allowing the other party to launch a stormy offensive and bombard continuously.

Boom bangs rang out one after another, and in a moment. I don't know how many times I've collided with it. With each impact, blood erupted from his hands, like sharp arrows shooting in all directions. The surrounding demonic energy is churning, and the golden mangs sometimes gather and sometimes decompose, sometimes like silk. Sometimes it is like a wall of thick earth, and there is no fixed shape for a moment.

In the fierce attack, Thirteen Lang's body could no longer be seen, and only a fluttering shadow could be seen, ghostly floating around the guard. The wind whirlpool is dispersed to gathered, and then decomposes all around. It gradually turned into a wild wave, and the bitter guard was firmly wrapped in it. ...,

In the center of the storm, the body of the guard kept shaking, as if it would fall at any moment, but it never fell. His eyes were useless, his eyes were closed, and he was completely able to withstand the attack of the Thirteen Lang with the help of the Law Minister, and occasionally the Law Minister could not take care of it, and the bitter guard used the instinct accumulated over the years of fighting to move his body slightly, so as to avoid the weak points being destroyed by the opponent's heavy blows.

The current situation is whether Thirteen Lang knocked down the Kuwei first, or whether he couldn't withstand the backlash first, and he was exhausted.

The big gray was completely stupid, and the angry Kui Shen was no longer angry, and there was no room for interference, so he could only watch the young master attack the bitter guard like a hooligan beating sandbags. It's not that he's not loyal enough, it's not that he doesn't have the courage to fight, it's just that with this frequency of fighting, Kui Shen doesn't know which direction to attack.

He still has a trick to use, but the problem is that Jusan Lang seems to have forgotten his existence and doesn't give a signal at all, thinking about it, or consciously putting himself in a supporting role, pacing around the storm boredly and restlessly, hoping to find a gap.

"The bald donkey is so powerful! The young master is even more powerful!"

Poor Kui Shen was unwilling to be reduced to a position where no one cared about, and at the same time he was worried that others would not be able to count him down, so he could only keep cheering and cheering, but he seemed to forget his position and cheer for both sides.

"Idiot!" Thirteen Lang cursed, and his body was even faster.

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It's so strange to say, you can't see anything wrong with being beaten, but you can't stop complaining about beating people, and you have endless remorse in your heart.

Thirteen Niang's warning was still in his ears, but in Thirteen Lang's mind, if he couldn't win hand-to-hand combat with the other party, there was no need to start this battle at all. Therefore, he knew that the bitter guard must be well prepared, but he still used a decisive momentum, or deliberately fell into the other party's calculations, and planned to meet this inescapable battle with strong against strong.

Originally, in his calculations, even if the bitter guard was physically stronger than himself, Liliang was probably inferior, and even if Liliang was bigger, the speed would definitely not be comparable. In such a small space, he can't take off and can't fly, and the other party can only let himself play his advantage to the limit, even if he has any magic weapon to protect his body, how can he withstand such a violent onslaught.

Fortunately, if you can't defeat the law phase, the lightning destruction in Jihua will become a war of attrition. Competing for mana, how is Thirteen Lang the opponent of the bitter guard, not to mention that he has to be distracted to release his demonic energy in order to maintain a temporary balance of power with the Buddha Chain.

What made him even more desperate was that in hand-to-hand combat, Shisanlang had an advantage that no one could have, using spirit and demon qi to input the opponent's body, and then using thunder to stimulate the production of humanoid bombs to give the opponent a fatal blow from the inside. However, this "supernatural power" that helped him destroy even more powerful opponents was completely useless at this time!

To tell the truth, if Thirteen Lang is bent on avoiding the battle and exerting his strength to escape, although the cultivation of the bitter guard is high, if there is no further means, I am afraid it will be difficult to catch up.

As the battle continued, Thirteen Lang's fists were more and more injured, on the contrary, although the consumption of the bitter guard was large, and he also suffered several heavy blows from Thirteen Lang, but with his strong body and deep mana, he still seemed to be at ease.

In the roar of the earth-shattering, Kuwei's expression gradually calmed down, and the look of pity and pity in his eyes resurfaced, and he opened his mouth to express comfort. He felt that there was no need to fight this battle anymore, after all, there were still two masters with unclear positions coveting him, and if he lost both, he was afraid that he would not be able to end well.

"Don't be obsessed, listen to the old man's advice...... Well...... Ahh

The black fog that was gradually thinning suddenly became thicker, and the Buddhist monks let out a shocking exclamation.

"This ...... What is this!"

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