"We're willing to go!"

With a soft shout, a figure jumped into the ring and pointed the golden mace in his hand at Zen Master Zhiding.

"Great monk, today, I, Huang Jin, will teach you what courtesy, righteousness and shame are!"

"Your Majesty, Huang Jin and Huang Dutong are quite brave people in the forbidden army, and the golden mace in his hand has beaten 12 barbarian generals in a row."

The former commander of the forbidden army hall made Luo Wen said in a low voice.

"I have heard that those who use the mace are those who are powerful. I hope that this Huang Dutong can live up to my expectations and raise the prestige of my great Chu country! ”

As he spoke, Zen Master Zhiding looked at Huang Jin, who was wearing armor opposite, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, threw his left Zen staff to the ground, and pointed to his chest again.

"Great monk, don't you look down on the general?"

In the face of Zen Master Zhiding's actions, Huang Jin only felt that the three corpse gods were violent, and smoke was growing in the seven orifices.

This bald donkey's move is clearly to look down on him!

"Against such mundane things as you, the poor monk is afraid that he will defile the poor monk's scepter. If you can break the golden body of the poor monk, you will lose the game as a poor monk! ”

"Good, good!" Huang Jin laughed angrily, and said coldly, "Great monk, if you are looking for death, then don't blame the general for being ruthless!" ”

As Huang Jin's voice fell, his feet moved one after another, and in an instant, he came to the front of Zen Master Zhiding, and the golden mace in his hand slammed down towards the opponent's Tianling Gai like an optimus jade pillar!

"Amitabha!"

Zen Master Zhiding lightly pronounced a Buddha horn, the golden mangs in his right hand flashed, and he turned his palm up, blocking this like Mount Tai's top of the pinch.

"Good monk, the external strength is hard enough!"

Huang Jin only felt that his hammer seemed to have smashed on the iron plate, which made his right hand numb, but although he was not shocked, he turned over and came behind the other party.

"Great monk, if you have the ability, you will take over the three generals!"

Huang Jin shouted, the true qi in his body was running wildly, and the golden gong in his hand made his debut debut, and smashed wildly towards the back of Zen Master Zhiding.

"Don't say three guns, take you thirty guns, what's the harm if you have three hundred?"

Zen Master Zhiding laughed, and the Great Bodhi Temple's body protection [Golden Bell Jar] was operated to the extreme, and a faint golden bell phantom appeared from the void, protecting Zhiding's entire person in it.

In an instant, Zen Master Zhiding's whole person was overwhelmed by the continuous shadows.

"Good!"

Seeing this scene, some ministers of Chu State couldn't help but call out the word "good", and the corners of Zhao Heng's mouth also raised a smile.

Although it seemed that the situation in the ring was in favor of the Chu side, Zhao Xu was faintly uneasy in his heart, and asked Lin Chong and Wu Song beside him with his eyes.

Lin Chong shook his head and said nothing, while Wu Song directly stretched out three fingers.

Before Zhao Xu could figure out the meaning, there was already a change in the ring.

A big hand stretched out from the crumbling bell shadow, like an eagle's beak, with lightning speed, pinched the golden mace body in the shadow of the Dao Dao!

Huang Jin's face changed, and his right arm suddenly exerted force, but he couldn't take back his weapon from the opponent's five fingers at all.

"This general, didn't you eat in the morning?"

Looking at the sinister smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, Huang Jin's heart suddenly appeared with alarm, however, before he could make any moves, a strong force poured out from the golden mace, pulling him towards the big monk involuntarily.

The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to give up and protect himself.

In the next moment, Zen Master Zhiding pushed his right palm, and a brilliant golden palm shadow came out of his palm and blasted towards Huang Jindang's chest!

One of the most widely spread Buddhist eight-grade martial arts in the world, Bodhi Vajra Palm!

In a fright, Huang Jin threw away the golden mace that he regarded as his life, and crossed his arms in front of him, but was shattered by the Bodhi Vajra palm that was like a comet impact, and a pair of arm armor and two arm bones.

The golden palm shadow continued unabated, hitting Huang Jin's chest.

Huang Jin's body was stunned, and then he fell out as if he was hit by a chariot, and finally "happened" to fall in front of Zhao Heng.

Large strands of blood gushed out from his five orifices, broken arms, and chest, seeping into the sky at a glance.

"The poor monk took dozens of strokes from you, how about you also take the poor monk's palm?"

Huang Jin, who was dying, heard the words that floated to his ears, his eyes were round in an instant, and he looked at Zhao Heng and ho-ho, but he couldn't say half a sentence, and finally tilted his head and died of anger.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has a word first, but His Majesty does not listen to the poor monk. Good, good, good! ”

Zen Master Zhiding lightly announced the Buddha's horn and got out of the ring.

At this time, the monarchs and ministers of the Chu State all fell into a dead silence.

Zhao Heng frowned even more, if it weren't for the high enough cultivation, I'm afraid he would have already gotten up and scolded at this time.

No one thought that in this first competition, the Chu State would lose so miserably!

The dignified forbidden army is all in charge, not to mention that he can't break the opponent's golden body, and he was even beaten to death by the opponent's punch!

If the forbidden army is at this level, then when the enemy army hits the capital, the Chu State will simply surrender directly, and it will not be able to hold it anyway!

"Your Highness, it was the last general who miscalculated, I thought that this guy could block the three or two moves of the great monk, who would have thought ...... Gee! ”

Hearing Wu Song's transmission, Zhao Xu also smiled bitterly in his heart.

It doesn't matter if Huang Jin dies, but in this first game, Da Chu is up and down, which is a shame!

At this time, Guan Yao on the other side said leisurely:

"Your Majesty, it's only been a game, and it's me and the foreign ministers who won by luck. However, in the next game, please send a master who can play. ”

In the last game, the three countries were selected to play first, and this game naturally took Chu State first.

When Zhao Heng heard this, he secretly hated in his heart, but his eyes swept towards the surrounding masters.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must be cautious in the selection of candidates for this bureau. If you lose another game, I and Zhuqing's faces will fall cleanly. ”

Hearing Zhao Heng's order, everyone's hearts were full of joy, and they all groaned.

Zhao Jing, King An, gestured to the young man beside him with his eyes, and when he saw the other party nodding slightly, he suddenly had a bottom in his heart, and said:

"Father, the son is willing to protect one person, and he will definitely be able to win the game against them and suppress their arrogance!"

When Zhao Heng heard this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked in a condensed voice: "King An, are you really sure of this?" ”

Zhao Heng said solemnly: "Father, the person recommended by the sons is the great disciple of the Golden Dao Sect, Pan Xuan, this person's cultivation has reached the eighth grade, and he is one step away from the ninth grade realm, and he is by no means comparable to Huang Jin and his ilk." ”

"Oh?"

Zhao Heng followed Zhao Jing's gaze, and saw a young man in black holding a scabbard in his arms, and the martial arts true flame on his body did not trigger, and he did have a bit of a master's image.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Heng asked the opinions of the ministers.

"Your Majesty, since King An has opened his mouth to recommend, he is sure to come."

Taiwei Zuo Shichang stroked his beard and said softly.

Although he also has a candidate, since King An has nominated this one, he, an old man, will not fight with the other party.

With Captain Zuo in front of him, everyone was happy to give this King An a face.

"In that case, let this Golden Dao Sect disciple go to the ring. If you win this game, I will not hesitate to give you a reward! ”

Pan Xuan's ears moved slightly, he arched his hand in the direction of Zhao Heng, and then tiptoed a little and floated into the ring lightly.

"What a light effort!"

Although Zhao Heng is a king, he has cultivation in his body, and his vision is quite vicious.

"Please, Master Ba Song."

The Burmese envoy An Ranxiu bowed slightly to a tall and thin monk with a dark complexion with a yellow complexion, and said respectfully.

"Lord An's rest assured, the poor monk will come when he goes."

As Master Ba Song spoke, his shoulders moved slightly, and his whole person was like a sharp arrow, and he came to the ring in an instant.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is polite."

Guru Pa Song clasped his hands together and bowed to Pan Xuanji.

"You monk, you have some courtesy. However, with your bare hands, how can you defeat the golden knife in my palm, or quickly admit defeat, so as not to hurt your life. ”

Facing Ba Song's humble and polite attitude, Pan Xuan frowned and snorted coldly.

"The donor misunderstood, the poor monk is like this, just repenting for the donor's imminent death in the hands of the poor monk. The poor monk did not like to kill in his life, but because of the king's order, he had to take the life of the donor, and he had already violated the great precepts of Buddhism. After this battle, the poor monk will not go out, recite the "Mantra of Death" for the benefactor 3,000 times, and have atoned for his sins. ”

Ba Song used an extremely humble tone and said even more arrogant words, which made Pan Xuan's heart burn.

"What a sharp-toothed monk, take me a knife!"

As Pan Xuan's voice fell, the golden knife, the symbol weapon of the Golden Dao Gate, was cut out of the scabbard, and suddenly, on the martial arts field, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the full moon-like swords slashed towards the eight tributes from all directions.

"Although the knife technique is good, it is too flashy, and it is not difficult to break it!"

Facing the knife rays coming from all around, Ba Song took a good time, his left leg supported the ground, his right leg stepped down, and then he raised it high and kicked it out suddenly, and the layers of leg shadows collided with the attacking knife.

"Bang ......"

After a series of muffled crashes, the blades and legs all dissipated.

Ba Song calmly closed his legs, while Pan Xuan's face was pale, and he took five steps back in a row before he stopped his figure, and the golden knife in his hand was kicked out by Ba Song's right leg with a deep footprint.

The superior has been sentenced!

Looking at the calm monk in front of him, Pan Xuan's right arm holding the knife couldn't help trembling, and said astringently:

"Five dings, five dings open the mountain legs?"

The Five Dings, the five strong men in myths and legends, are armed with 10,000 catties of great strength, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and no one is invincible. Wuding Kaishan leg is named after this, this leg method is known as stepping stone can open the mountain, throwing foot can open the way, it is the leg method of the four pillars in the courtyard that is strong enough to be sent in the top three.

"The donor has a good eye, so you can go with peace of mind, right?"

Pan Xuan slowly turned his head, looked at Zhao Jing, King An, and said with difficulty:

"Your Highness, I lost!"

As soon as the words fell, his knife-holding right arm burst open inch by inch, and flesh and blood flew sideways, and only a few pale arm bones were left in an instant connected to his body.

Under the severe pain, Pan Xuan's eyes rolled and he fainted in the ring, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The deformed golden knife in his hand fell to the ground with a piercing sound.

However, it was Ba Song's leg strength that was poured into his body through the golden knife in Pan Xuan's palm, which was not triggered, and it did not break out until this time.

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dotagadha Night, Dodi Night He ......"

Bowing to Zhao Henghe, Ba Song didn't look at Pan Xuan who fell to the ground, recited the "Death Mantra", turned around and got out of the ring.

Chu State lost another game!