This palm also allowed Wang Qian to see the true strength of this unattractive old monk.

All the veins on the other party's body have been opened, and the bridge between heaven and earth has been opened, and the body is connected to heaven and earth.

You don't need a talisman or formation to communicate and integrate your own mana with the "divine qi" of the surrounding heaven and earth.

After the "Shenzhi Mountain", the man in the dark green shirt stood on the "Ganoderma lucidum stone" and looked in the direction of the West Mountain.

"Are human immortals so strong? In other words, the monk Ruke is also known as a retreat for three months, and he has become an immortal, so he may not be his opponent when he looks at it. ”

He untied the box behind him, but inside was a dark golden longbow, on which was carved with a talisman moire, and the bowstring was made of dark red.

In addition, there were three dark golden arrows in the long box, all of which were dark gold, with special patterns on them, from the tail of the arrows to the arrows, like flowing winds.

Arrows, bows, aimed at the forest in the western mountains.

He whispered the spell and held his breath, and suddenly, the wind around him seemed to stop, and the scene in front of him instantly became much clearer.

Even the veins of the leaves on the branches of the trees in the distance can be seen very clearly.

The scenery on the west mountain seemed to zoom in all at once, and then it was pulled into front of you. Especially those two people, he saw very clearly.

He aimed the arrow at Wang Qian and recited the mantra.

Release your fingers,

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With a bowstring sound, the long arrow disappeared, and the next moment it was in the woods of the West Mountain, but Wang Gan, who he had been aiming at, disappeared.

When he was fighting with Monk Ruke, Wang Gan's divine sense had been shrouded all around, paying special attention to the man behind the "Shenzhi Mountain".

When he pulled the bow, Wang Gan's heart was faintly uneasy.

As soon as the bowstring sounded, he already sensed it.

Before the arrow arrived, the person had already left him and rose into the air, but he didn't expect the arrow to follow closely behind him, as if he had eyes, and followed him up into the air.

Beep Pavilion

There was a sword roar, and when there was a loud bang, a light fell from mid-air, and with a bang, it shot a large hole in the ground of Xishan.

Wang Qian came to the "Shenzhi Mountain" in one step.

The man ran away with a missed arrow, put away the magic weapon, and ran out dozens of meters between breaths, and saw the figure flash twice and went down the mountain.

It is the Dao Gate Technique, shrinking the ground into inches!

He is fast, but he is not as fast as Wang Qian.

Just one step, Wang Qian came to him.

Whoosh, another arrow.

With a bang, Wang Gan accurately knocked the arrow away with the ancient sword in his hand.

With a bang, more than a dozen trees were broken in the woods below.

The two arrows missed, and the man shot a third arrow, and there was a sound in mid-air, and the arrow was knocked away by Wang Gan again, and shot into the mountain rock on the side, and with a bang, the mountain rock shattered a large piece, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

Then a sword fell from the sky, and the man's body flashed with brilliance, followed by a dimness, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Amitabha

A Buddha horn sounded, and the monk Ruke had already arrived beside Wang Gan.

"The donor has to be forgiving and forgiving."

"The monk is really merciful, he didn't spare my hand just now!"

Wang Gan didn't talk nonsense, turned his hand over, and the monk raised his hand to greet him, and with a muffled sound, the ground cracked.

The monk took a few steps back, feeling that there was some magic in his chest.

"What a domineering force."

He clasped his palms together, his body was full of golden light, and a golden Buddha appeared behind him, and the treasure was solemn.

If you can dance with both hands, one pair turns into ten pairs, and ten pairs turn into white pairs, like a lotus flower in full bloom, and so does the golden Buddha statue behind him.

Da Luo Buddha's hand,

A thousand hands are coming!

A piece of golden light, the sky full of golden palm prints overwhelmingly came.

Buddha?

Seeing that Wang Qian was about to be overwhelmed by the shadow of the palm in the sky.

Broken Ninefold,

Sword two, mountains and rivers move,

A clear sound, a sword light, the sword light is clear and dazzling, at first glance it is not a faint one, but it can compete with that piece of golden light, a thousand hands Buddha palm.

Break it for me!

A sword slashes,

Immediately after that, the palm of the sky disappeared, and the golden light also dispersed.

Monk Ruke's body trembled slightly, and there was only one pair of Buddha palms left in the circle of golden body behind him, and the golden light on his body was also much dimmed.

Click, click, blood dripping down his hands.

There was a sword mark on each of his palms, cutting across the palms. The gold on the palms of his hands has faded.

If it weren't for the fact that King Kong was not bad, if it weren't for the magic power of the Faxiang, the sword just now, his hands, and his arms would have been directly abolished.

This sword broke three Buddhist powers, two of which were among the top five.

King Kong does not break the body,

Golden Body,

"What a powerful sword!"

The monk raised his hand to endure the pain, took off the Buddha beads around his neck, and then threw them out, and the Buddha beads spread out in mid-air and flew towards Wang Qian.

The sword flashed,

One hundred and eight Buddha beads fell to the ground and shattered most of them.

Monk Ruke held a relic in his hand, exuding a peaceful Buddha light, and the Buddha light passed through, and the wounds on his hands slowly recovered.

"Buddha bone relics?"

Wang Qian felt a majestic power and a thick Buddha nature in that relic.

"You're a demon!" Ruke stared at Wang Qian and said an inexplicable word.

"Inexplicable!"

I, the Buddha!

Monk Ruke suddenly said such a sentence, and then the golden light on his body was loud, and a golden Buddha appeared behind him.

Fu Mo,

His palm fell, and then a huge Buddha palm shrouded Wang Qian in mid-air.

The five fingers are like a mountain, and the head is pressed.

Sword three, Baiyue collapses!

A sword rose upward, soaring into the sky, and the sword light went straight up, slashing at the palm of that hand.

Broken thumb, followed by index finger, middle finger..... In an instant, the five fingers were broken and broken, and the Buddha's palm disappeared.

A sword mark appeared on each of the five fingers of Ruke's right hand, and blood oozed from the fingers.

"You are not Rulai, and I am not a great sage!"

Wang Qian slashed with a sword again,

It's either the sword in "Broken Nine", or a flat slash, the most common flat slash.

The monk erected his Buddha palm and blocked it in front of him.

A sword fell on the palm of the Buddha, a line of blood, and then the Buddha light on the relics swept over, and the wound began to heal.

Wang Qian's horizontal sword slashed again,

Sword after sword, the sword marks on the palm of the monk have not healed, and they have been added one after another, not only his Buddha palm, but also the sword marks on his body.

"I want to see if your Vajra is not bad, whether it is really not bad, and whether the Dharma is really boundless!" Wang Qian said coldly.

The golden light on Monk Ruke's body became darker and darker, and the brilliance of the Buddha bone relics in his palm gradually dimmed, his sword marks became more and more, and blood flowed out of his body, as if he was suffering from Ling Chi.

"Master!"

The monk Haihui rushed over from the mountains and forests,

The sea is immeasurable,

After exhausting his life's cultivation, he slapped his palms,

Wang Gan's feet took root on the ground, and his body didn't shake for a moment, and then the Haihui monk flew out upside down, spitting blood from his mouth.

If the monk puts his palms together, puts the Buddha bone relics in his palms, and recites Buddhist scriptures in his mouth,

A golden flame burned from the Buddha's bone relic, and then covered his hands, and burned all over his body along his hands.

"Master, no, don't want Master!"

"King Jizo Bodhisattva once said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"

"Today, I will give up my life to subdue the devil!"

"Fu Demon, it seems that you, the monk, think that I am a demon?" Wang Qian said with a smile.

He practiced Daomen Xuangong, and he really didn't understand why this monk thought he was a demon.

"You are the devil who brings disaster and destruction to this world!" If you can say slowly.

"Hey, what else do I have that power? Where do you see that? Wang Qian was startled when he heard this.

"Use your Buddhism fate, or the future?"

"Buddha Gate Golden Flame!" If the monk has the strength to launch a palm.

The seemingly insipid palm instantly sealed all of Wang Gan's retreats, and even the surrounding space was sealed.

The relic shot out a Buddha light, and then he was imprisoned in place by an invisible force.

It's not the power of the heavens and the earth around us, it's the Dharma of the Buddha, it's the Dharma of the relics in the hand.

The Dharma is indeed powerful,

Wang Qian saw the burning golden flame of the Buddha's palm approaching him, but his body couldn't move.

Dharma?

Golden Flame?

Kenpachi. Slay the Immortal Buddha!

An incomparable sword intent burst out from his body, instantly cutting off the Buddha light emitted by the relic, and with a click, a crack appeared in the relic, and it was directly shattered with a snap.

The power that imprisoned him dissipated at once,

The flaming golden flame came to his side,

Wang Qian wanted to dodge, but he changed his attention in an instant. Raised his hand to meet it,

The fire of the five elements, the innate divine qi, the innate true fire,

He urged the supernatural powers, and with his own true fire, he faced the golden flame of Buddhism.

The golden flames, the red and blue flames, collided together, but they did not blend, but were in a stalemate, each wanting to overwhelm and devour the other.