This palm seems ordinary, but in fact it hides a murderous motive.

Yang Lian Zhenjia fought with Zhang Sanfeng just now, and it cost a lot of true yuan, and he didn't want to fight with the fighting monk at the moment, so his body twisted at the moment and opened a distance of one zhang on the side.

The wine monk's palm missed, and he punched out again.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's face showed a hideous color, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, turned into a red glow, enveloped his whole body, and then waved his arms to meet him.

"Fighting Monk, you deserve to die."

The fighting monk pronounced a Buddha horn and shot again.

This time his movements were much slower, but they were even more terrifying than before, and when he slapped his palm, the air seemed to burn, and the temperature was extremely hot, making people's skin burn.

At this moment, the wine fighting monk seemed to have turned into a flame god of war.

The two collided again, Yang Lian Zhenjia snorted, and his body flew out upside down.

But the fighting monk also took three steps back, his face showed a look of pain, and the clothes on his body were also scorched by the heat, and became tattered.

"This guy is really weird, his body is strong, and my cultivation is far inferior to his." The wine monk said with a gloomy face.

He had already seen that Yang Lian Zhenjia's body didn't seem to be like a human body, but more like it was made of a special material, which was extremely tough and amazingly strong.

Yang Lian Zhenjia stabilized his figure, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes stared at the fighting monk, and said: "Martial arts are outdated after all, I have long abandoned martial arts, in the face of the gift of the gods, what do you use to fight with me?" I will let you understand that your so-called martial arts are simply not worth mentioning in the face of supernatural powers. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's beat the poor monk first."

The wine fighting monk snorted coldly, and attacked Yang Lian Zhenjia again, showing all kinds of punches, legs, and sword moves, and smashed them all over the world.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was indifferent and ruthless, his hands crossed the void, invisible and unbelievably fast.

His hands were as if they were made of steel, and they shook the fists, palms, and legs of the fighting monk, making a sonorous sound.

"What a terrible demon monk."

Zhang Sanfeng was awe-inspiring in his heart, knowing that he had to unite all the disciples today, otherwise he would not be able to defeat this person at all.

He reached out and took out a few pills from his arms, stuffed them into his mouth, the internal qi in his body churned, and a surging aura erupted, turning into a flying sword, and slashed out with a whoosh.

The flying sword turned into a rope and wrapped around Yang Lian Zhenjia's neck, and then twisted violently, wanting to cut off Yang Lian Zhenjia's head.

But Yang Lian Zhenjia just shook it lightly and avoided the attack of the flying sword.

Swish!

Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and he pointed at Zhang Sanfeng's abdomen.

Zhang Sanfeng only felt that a majestic True Yuan penetrated through his body, destroying his meridians like a withering and decaying body, and suddenly screamed, a large ball of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the fighting monk immediately rushed to Zhang Sanfeng's side and helped his body up.

"Master, the strength of this old demon is too strong, you have to be careful." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Amitabha, Zhang Zhenren can rest assured, the poor monk will not let the evil demons harm the world and do evil."

After the wine monk finished speaking, he stood up and looked at Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lian Zhenjia glanced at him, and suddenly grinned, and a circle of pitch-black ripples spread out.

The Fighting Wine Monk's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly used his strong True Qi to protect his body, but he still felt a buzzing in his ears, as if countless people were talking in his ear, trying to manipulate his mind.

His mind moved, and his palms carried a sharp palm wind

Slashed towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's body seemed to be poured with gold and iron, and every collision burst out with brilliant sparks, while the fighting wine monk was shocked and took seven or eight steps back.

Although he has not made a breakthrough over the years, his strength has grown extremely fast, who knows that now in the face of Yang Lian Zhenjia, he still does not have the upper hand.

Yang Lian Zhenjia had a chance to win, and said sarcastically: "After I have cultivated to become a god, even an immortal can't help me." ”

"Now you are going to die."

"Amitabha, Yang Lian Zhenjia, you have sinned deeply, and today the poor monks will get rid of you instead of the people in the world."

The wine monk said, striking again.

This time, he performed his own 'Mahaji'.

A simple and vicissitudes of the Buddha's image emerged.

Immediately, the Buddha's Dharma image reached out of his palm and slapped it down, and suddenly a mighty majestic force collapsed the void and suppressed Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"Insect carving skills."

Yang Lian Zhenjia was indifferent and ruthless, grabbed it with one claw, and his five fingers were as crystal as jade, flashing with the light of the cold, as if he could penetrate the void.

The Buddha's image was shattered, and Yang Lian Zhenjia's body was not damaged at all, but with the help of this anti-shock force, the speed skyrocketed.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the Fighting Monk, and his right hand turned into a blade and cut into the Fighting Monk's chest.

The wine fighting monk had a solemn face, and his left hand was pinched into a Buddha seal, blocking it.

The two fought fiercely, each blow containing devastating ripples of energy.

In a battle of this level, all the surrounding buildings were destroyed, and even the pines and cypresses on the cliffs swayed and fell.

The surrounding Wudang disciples were swept by the energy, and their bodies flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

The more the fighting monk fights, the more courageous he becomes, one move and one style, wide open and closed, the power is monstrous, every move is the top martial arts, and each style contains unfathomable might.

Moreover, the exercises he cultivated were special, he could absorb the aura of heaven and earth and turn it into his own use, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying when he fought.

But Yang Lian Zhenjia, who was fighting against him, was even more terrifying, and his every move was terrifying.

"Haha, Fighting Wine Monk, you're still too far away, give me defeat." Yang Lian Zhenjia said arrogantly.

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth trembled, and the thunder exploded.

A majestic giant peak rises from the ground, a full hundred meters, towering into the sky, across the Changhong, like a wall, towards the fighting monk down.

The wine monk's eyes were extremely solemn, and his palms were pushed out.

Thundered!

The majestic peak trembled violently, then cracked inch by inch, turned into powder, and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately after, the powder gathered again, turned into another majestic giant peak, and continued to press down.

The fighting monk gritted his teeth, his whole body was boiling, and he stepped out with one foot, stomping on this majestic giant peak.

But soon, the fragments of those towering peaks were regrouped and turned into even larger peaks, pressing down on the Fighting Wine Monk to suppress him.

The Fighting Wine Monk roared angrily, his muscles were knotted, his hands waved, and one after another unparalleled energy erupted from his palm, bombarding the giant peak.

A huge roar erupted, and these energies completely tore the giant peak apart.

But soon the gravel regrouped again, turning into a giant peak, pressing down on the wine monk as if it were endless.

The wine monk dodged and resisted, but to no avail.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his whole person looked a little embarrassed.

"Haha, Fighting Wine Monk, you can't do it, you will definitely lose if you go on like this, surrender obediently, as long as you surrender to me, I can spare your life." Yang Lian Zhenjia laughed and said wildly.

(End of chapter)