"The Golden Body of Buddhism!" Qin Feng's pupils shrank.

But at this moment, he took out the jade sword, and the spiritual power was instantly injected into the sword.

Suddenly, this jade sword emitted a brilliant light, and a sword slashed upward.

"Boom"

The sword light illuminates the night sky, and the spiritual power continues to explode.

Qin Feng took a few steps back, his qi and blood surging.

And the golden body of Monk Zhu that day was directly shattered, and he screamed miserably, smashing into the ground like a cannonball, smashing out a deep pit.

Soon, this Tianzhu monk climbed up, his face was pale, and a deep hole in his back was cut by a sword.

"You actually broke my golden body, you are the foundation realm!" At this time, Monk Tianzhu was shocked and angry, staring at Qin Feng with a pair of copper bell-like eyes.

"What do you say?" Qin Feng said lightly, he knew that this Tianzhu monk was also a foundation building realm.

"No matter what realm you are, today, you must die." Monk Tianzhu said sharply.

At that moment, he raised his hand, and golden light once again shone out of his body.

The wound on his back closed on its own.

Suddenly, this Tianzhu monk roared and crashed towards Qin Feng like a truck.

"Than the flesh?" Qin Feng was not surprised.

He didn't dodge or dodge, and a layer of blood light erupted from his body, and among them, there seemed to be a dragon shadow flickering.

"Boom"

The two collided together, and Qin Feng's feet sank, and even his knees sank into the ground.

And that Tianzhu monk smashed down like a kite with a broken string, and smashed out a deep pit again.

"You...... How can your physical body be so strong! Monk Tianzhu got up, looking shocked.

Qin Feng sneered, his physical body, strengthened by the dragon's blood stone, was extraordinary.

"If you want to know, ask Hades to go." Qin Feng's body was like electricity, and he rushed towards the Tianzhu monk.

But at this moment, the Tianzhu monk slapped on his two legs and pasted two talismans.

In an instant, his figure moved away ghostly, avoiding Qin Feng's attack.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the Tianzhu monk who appeared on the other side, glanced at the talisman on his lap, and said in surprise: "Divine talisman? ”

"Even if you have eyesight, and you have this magic talisman, the poor monk will kill you if he uses magic." Monk Tianzhu said coldly.

"I see that your status in Tianzhu is not low, but I didn't expect that you can only use such shameless means." Qin Feng said lightly.

"You don't have to provoke the poor monks, there is no noble and shameless means, as long as you can kill people, they are all good means." This Tianzhu monk spoke.

Qin Feng squinted his eyes, it seems that this Tianzhu monk doesn't talk about martial arts.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the monk?" Qin Feng asked.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, poor monk thorn tile." Tianzhu monk Dao.

At this moment, the Thorn Tile Monk pinched the Buddha seal in his hand, and in an instant, the spiritual power turned into a dense spiritual blade and blasted towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's body swayed and dodged, but there were still a few spirit blades that hit him, causing several wounds to appear on his body.

Although the wound is shallow, if it goes on like this, the small wound becomes a big wound.

And Qin Feng's current physical body is strong in the skin and bones, but the internal organs are still fragile.

Qin Feng's speed was not slow, but whenever he approached the Thorn Tile Monk, he would induce the power of the Divine Talisman and instantly move to the other end.

"I'd like to see how long your spiritual power can sustain you." Qin Feng's wounds were all over the place, but his gaze became more and more cold.

"Enough to kill you." The Thorn Tile Monk is full of confidence.

At this time, Monk Thorn Tile raised his hand again, and a huge fist shadow appeared in mid-air, smashing directly towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng raised his hand to block, and the whole person was smashed into the air.

"Hahaha, no matter how strong your body is, now it's the turn of the poor monk to abuse you." Thorn Wat laughed and continued to attack Qin Feng with long-range spells.

Qin Feng was covered in blood, fell down again and again, and stood up again and again.

This is the strongest opponent he has encountered since stepping into the foundation building.

"Boom"

Qin Feng spurted blood again and fell to the ground.

This time, he didn't get up for a long time.

The Thorn Tile Monk was extremely cautious, and even so, he did not approach.

"Want to play dead? It's useless. The Thorn Tile Monk sneered, and his spiritual power turned into a spike, which stabbed directly at Qin Feng's eyebrows.

Qin Feng's head tilted, causing this spiritual power spike to pierce the air.

"Haha, the poor monk knows you're playing dead." The Thorn Tile Monk laughed triumphantly.

At this time, Qin Feng got up, but said lightly: "I know, it's useless." ”

The Thorn Tile Monk was stunned for a moment, and a very bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

At this moment, on the ground, where Qin Feng's blood was spilled, all lit up with light.

In an instant, the Thorn Tile Monk seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and he couldn't move.

"Formation...... You've been setting up a formation......" Monk Thorn was shocked.

"Yes, but you know too late." Qin Feng raised his hand and used the inheritance technique of the Falling Moon Gate, the Moon Crown.

A full moon shot towards the Thorn Tile Monk, and in an instant, his two legs, which were attached to the Divine Talisman, fell off directly from his body.

"My legs are ......," the Thorn Tile monk cried out in mournful terms.

"Now, you're running." Qin Feng was covered in blood and walked over hideously.

When he walked in front of the Thorn Tile Monk, Qin Feng suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist into his sea of qi.

"Boom"

The Thorn Monk's face was distorted, and he opened his mouth wide to scream, but it was as if he had been choked by the neck, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

For a long time, he stared at Ye Yunxiao and roared: "You abolished the poor monk, you dare to abolish the poor monk, do you know what the identity of the poor monk is......"

"Monk, the six roots are pure, but for your own selfish desires, you actually killed so many people under my sect, you are not worthy of being called a monk, you should call yourself a beast." Qin Feng said lightly.

"Now, go and ask my disciple for guilt." Qin Feng raised his hand, dragged the thorny tile monk, and came to the hall with several corpses covered with white cloth.

"Kowtow." Qin Feng Dao.

"Hahaha, let the poor monks kowtow to them, they are also worthy of ......" the Thorn Tile monk laughed.

But at this moment, Qin Feng pressed his head and hit the ground hard.

"How dare you ......"

"Bang"

"I won't let you go......"

"Bang"

The third bang shook the entire hall, and the marble tiles shattered.

Qin Feng removed his hand, and the Thorn Tile Monk kept this posture all the time, and there was no movement anymore.

There was a red, white liquid flowing down his head, in all directions.

At this moment, the disciples of the Overlord Sect all appeared, and they looked at the corpse of Monk Tianzhu on the ground, and then looked at Qin Feng, revealing a fanatical light.

Qin Feng lit a cigarette, his eyes flickering.

"Door master, do you want to deal with your injuries?" Rong Yu, whose face was still very pale, came to Qin Feng's face.

"Minor injuries." Qin Feng said lightly.

"Then, what should I do with the corpse of this Tianzhu monk?" Rong Yu asked.

"Cut off the head, feed the rest to the dogs." Qin Feng's voice was cold.