"Overtake me?"

Predicting in advance that there would be a "shocking" sentence, Thirteen Lang was still "frightened" and laughed sneeringly.

"Why don't you just say it's better to kill me"

"If you say kill, then kill. ”

The living Buddha is frank and doesn't care about rhetoric, whether it is excessive or murderous, it doesn't matter at all; just like everyone knows that Bufan has been guided by the Living Buddha, and can barely be regarded as half an apprentice, but if you look at his appearance, in addition to reciting the Buddha's name from time to time, he is still pious, how can he have the appearance of a Buddha. The Buddha is like this, the living Buddha doesn't have to think about it, when the spirit rhino comes, he can say it, and he can do it if he wants to, and he never hesitates.

After saying that, the living Buddha waved his hand, waved his hand three times and made three palms, and the three palms were exchanged for the triple palm prints, and the three golden palms were so huge that they could not see the edges.

Locking the heavens and the earth, the three Buddha palms surrounded the thirteen Lang tightly, and the back arms were endless, looking like three invisible Buddhas pushing their palms at the same time, and screaming the roar of demons!

"Kill!"

The drastic change was sudden, although there were countless refinements around, he was still immersed in the shock of the sudden arrival of the living Buddha at this moment, no one could have imagined that he would make a move, he would move his hands so sharply, his posture would be so gentle, and his killing intentions would be so real.

Nearly a hundred figures froze, hundreds of faces were stunned, people didn't even have time to shout in surprise, and three huge palms were already approaching, pressing towards Thirteen Lang like mosquitoes.

"Roar!"

Laughing and laughing embarrassedly, his expression changed suddenly in the middle of the laughter, and Thirteen Lang's fists staggered and threw thirteen punches in a row. At the same time, Yanshan Ancestor's eyes were sharp, and the sword roar in his body exploded like thunder. Seven fingers pop out like lightning.

There were two more people behind the two, and the two old men moved a little slowly. But it's only a matter of a moment, and it just starts to react. They drew their swords one after another.

"Sword!"

For the monks of the Swallowtail Clan, the sword is more than a sword, and drawing the sword and shouting the sword is not to drink the move, but to pay tribute to their own sword. The sword roared into the sky, and the three super masters and a super newcomer shot at the same time, just to fight against the monk's palm.

No, it's three palms.

The only one who didn't move was the mother-in-law, not because she didn't want to. It's she who knows her shortcomings. Such a sudden attack that occurred between the lightning and flint, Yanshan Ancestor didn't have time to draw his sword, he could only snap his fingers at the sword intent, and if the god master and mother-in-law wanted to exert their powerful powers, they had to prepare.

The golden giant palm appeared and did a fierce kill, the living Buddha seemed to expect Yan Shan and the others to react, the two palms behind the left seemed to be towards Thirteen Lang, and the condensation suddenly turned around halfway, and attacked the three elders and nine swords obliquely; In sight. All one could see was a golden sky, and nothing left.

"Don't!"

"Ahh

The sound of the fist did not reach the ears, and the screams of exclamation suddenly sounded, and nearly a hundred pairs of eyes stared blankly at the golden mang. The expression was full of despair.

The living Buddha is compassionate, the living Buddha is powerful, and compassion comes from his vast cultivation. No one can say exactly how strong he is, but they all know one thing: when he was alive. It can't be said that there must be no one who can defeat him, but it will definitely not be Thirteen Lang.

For example, Yanshan. If you really fight with the Living Buddha, it is difficult to say who will win in the end, but killing people is not a pure battle, the Sunset Living Buddha army won the commandery, just to block Yanshan, time is enough.

Panicked and confused, frightened and dazed, a moment is enough for the Living Buddha to kill Thirteen Lang several times. Looking at the overwhelming palm, feeling the ferocious killing intent that destroyed the world, no one believed that Shisanlang would survive.

The truth is not what one might think.

The golden giant palm pounced on his head, and Thirteen Lang threw thirteen punches in a row, punching into the air

Why?

Because there are swords, seven sword intents, two swords, the three elders of the Sword Pavilion joined forces to attack, and the nine sword lights were vertical and horizontal in the air, and they were the first to touch Jin Mang.

Indescribable sensations, such as nails chiseling a wall, nails are certainly sharp, and the wall is not an ordinary wall, but is cast of steel throughout. Only a dinging sound was heard in his ears, and the sword that arrived first shattered like a spark, exploding three stars.

Fly so far!

A spark shot obliquely into the sky, shuttled endlessly to the top of the mountain, penetrated the stone and broke the wall, penetrated the mountain protection array and shimmered, drilling a hole on the top of the mountain 100 meters wide.

A spark flew close to the human head, swept up strands of hair along the way, passed through trees and flowers, and cut off countless stems and branches.

Finally, the Mars went straight up to the sky, like a meteor breaking through the stratus clouds, and a curious bird was looking down in the clouds, and was shocked by the Mars and hurriedly walked, walked, and flew out of a hundred meters suddenly shot blood, and fell to his death in a wail.

A hole appeared in the clouds in the sky, as big as a fist, and the sunlight passed through the hole, and a ball of light appeared in the large shadows on the ground, a pillar of Haoyang.

The blooming spark is like this, how is the sword intent of the head-on sprint?

No one appreciates such a spectacle, no one thinks about what it means to be strong, only the sound of crunchy sound is heard, and the sparks are streamlined one by one, like fireworks.

Ding Ding

Seven swords in an instant, this is the limit of Yanshan Ancestor, the seven sword intent suddenly came, all stabbing towards the same point, the golden giant wall kept trembling, and the surrounding Dao cracks spread, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a turtle pattern dense. The giant palm full of Buddha's meaning has changed its appearance, rich and aging, thick but dead, although the remaining potential is there, its strength is less than thirty percent.

Sancheng is enough, Sancheng Zhenyuan faces a god monk, and Thirteen Lang will still die.

It's a pity that there are still two swords, no, four swords!

"Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

The two elders of the Sword Pavilion flew together with their swords, and the ghost path was approaching with two swords. didn't have time to deal with that giant palm, the ghost path simply attacked its body, and the two swords roared like swimming dragons, and with a high volume of anger, they went straight to the beautiful head of the beautiful monk.

What a living Buddha, what a sunset, what a world, what a monk, at this time there is only one thing in the heart of the ghost Dao, if he can't kill him, the old man will not live!

"Dog mongrel!"

I still felt admiration and awe before, but in an instant, I fell from the clouds and fell from the deep cliff, and Sanka was like three deceived beasts, with his limbs wide open and hugging the center from three directions, not for the purpose of attacking. I just want to thwart its actions even for a moment.

The roar was terrible, and more people around reacted. Countless pairs of eyes were blood-red in an instant, supernatural powers, Taoism, magic weapons, and talismans. Puppets and demon beasts, up to the refinement of the gods, down to the disciples of the foundation building, everyone roared and ignited the flames of anger, and countless attacks were released one after another, all attacking one person.

Kill the Buddha!

Kill or not kill the Buddha aside, Thirteen Lang is still covered by the shadow of the palm, although the golden giant palm has signs of collapse, its strength is still beyond what he can fight now.

Fortunately, there are still two swords behind him. Only the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

The sword light rises, and two waterfalls are in the air in front of you, the waterfall of the waterfall.

Compared to Yan Shan, the two elders of the Sword Pavilion were slightly inferior in cultivation, but they used real swords, and the seven slight tremors that Yan Shan fought for were enough for the two of them to be buffered and use the only magic weapon that had been cultivated for thousands of years!

Time is still in a hurry, and you can't use your full strength with a real sword, but there are two people who add up. Barely worth a sword.

Enough is enough!

The three elders of the Sword Pavilion are famous in the outer realm, if even the three supernatural powers of the Living Buddha can't be broken, the Demon Spirit Continent should have been swept away by the waves a long time ago. The two waterfalls are like silver dragons tumbling in the air, cutting and destroying the golden mangs. Finally opened that wall, and also opened the way for Thirteen Lang.

"Roar!"

Thirteen punches seem to be empty, but in fact, they fall into place every time. Shisanlang seemed to anticipate this situation, and the golden palm had no intention of retreating at all. Instead, he lunged into the air against that wall.

Fist fist fist

Unlike sword cultivation and formation cultivation, and even all monks, whenever they encounter this kind of life-threatening situation, they don't have time to react. The first thing that Shisanro trusts is always his fist, and there is only one reason: fast!

The enemy is fast and I am fast, the enemy is strong and I am strong, the enemy is even more ruthless, and if the enemy attacks him, there is only one reaction: counterattack!

For the Living Buddha, this is not an accident!

With a wave of his palm, the beautiful monk seems to be relaxed, but in fact, he can only perform it with all his strength and has been prepared for a long time;

The golden palm attacked, and the beautiful monk stared slightly, wanting to see how everyone responded, and see if Thirteen Lang was dead, but it was the kung fu of this moment, dozens of hundreds of attacks were already coming, and the fastest was not the surrounding monks, nor the two swords of the ghost path, but the fists.

Thirteen fists.

It was really unexpected.

"Buddha Tzu"

The beautiful monk was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face was very strange, some were lonely, some were disappointed, some were relieved, and there were reliefs, and so on, which was incomprehensible.

No one wanted to think about it, and as the first muffled snort sounded, Thirteen Lang's fist had already reached half a foot in front of the front door.

Half a foot of ground, the moat bridge, can't cross the bridge, don't want to touch the living Buddha at all.

Disheveled!

It's like hitting an elephant, or hitting a mountain, but the mountain is soft, bouncy, sticky, something that can get in and can't get out. Half a point in the fist, Shisanlang felt as if he had walked 10,000 miles, and he was crawling.

"Suck the spirit, turn the demon!"

The two fists changed color, one was as black as ink paint, the other was as warm as a crystal jade, and the half-foot quagmire turned up waves, which was difficult to be as quiet as just now.

Fluffy fluffy

With a wave of his fist, Thirteen Lang's eyebrows flashed again, and he opened the third eye in the eyes of the beautiful monk.

"Definitely!"

"Sadness"

At the same time, the three elders of the Sword Pavilion snorted at the same time, and their bodies burst with brilliance at the same time, and the fragments of treasures scattered in all directions.

In order to protect Thirteen Lang, or to create an opportunity for him to strike this blow, Yanshan Old Ancestor was hit by the Living Buddha, and the other two elders jointly carried a palm, each with injuries.

Not dead? Of course. They are not thirteen langs, although they do not have a strong body to fight, how can they not have a talisman treasure, and the severity of the injury is unknown, but they will not die with one blow.

"Stop!"

On the battlefield, the roar was like an angry wave, and it was not until a hoarse cry sounded again that people really woke up from their confusion, withdrew their hands, and looked into the middle.

A tragic but absurd, hilarious, even somewhat cheerful scene

(To be continued......)