In the face of Yang Lian Zhenjia's oppression, the temperament of the fighting wine monk changed abruptly, becoming as sharp as a sharp sword.

All the internal force in his body was integrated into his body, making his whole person as bright as a dazzling sun.

He slapped his palm, and in the palm of his hand, it seemed that a small sun appeared.

"The Buddha said: The relics are the empty phase of the Dharma, which is immortal and imperishable, and it ......is also the same when you want to do it."

As he recited the mantra, a powerful desire rushed to the center of his brow, making his eyes as bright as two bright stars.

"Is this a Buddhist relic? How could it be in the hands of the wine fighting monk? Yang Lian Zhenjia was secretly surprised in his heart.

Relic art is a secret art of Buddhism, and only a few eminent monks know how to use it.

"My Buddha is merciful, purifying all sentient beings." The wine monk clasped his hands together, and the treasure was solemn.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was furious: "Nonsense, what kind of bullshit relic, this god is unique between heaven and earth, how can it be measured by this crooked doctrine of Buddhism." ”

He pinched the trick with both hands, and violently urged the trick in his body, forming a whirlpool.

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth change color, and the wind and clouds roll.

The air within a radius of a kilometer was swept away by this force, surging towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"Yang Lian Zhenjia's internal strength has actually been cultivated to such a level?" Zhang Sanfeng was shocked, this was simply incredible.

In Yang Lian Zhenjia's body, he felt a breath of silence in all things, which was the power that could turn all things into nothing and turn them into dust.

All things withered, withered, decayed, died, and all things came to naught.

The fighting monk was in the middle of it, his face was solemn, and his whole body was full of light.

The qi and blood on his body were surging, as if a river had burst its banks.

The treacherous power that was wrapped around him was all shattered and vanished, and it couldn't stop the fighting monk at all, and his fist burned with blazing flames, rumbling towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"This guy is really tough." Yang Lian Zhenjia cursed secretly in his heart, urging the majestic power in his body to evolve into a hideous beast.

This fierce beast roared the heavens and the earth, like a giant beast of the ancient wilderness, with a wave of destruction, slaughtered away.

Rumble!

The two clashed in an instant, erupting with a deafening loud bang, and the violent power swept through the four fields.

Yang Lian Zhenjia snorted, his body staggered back a step, and his body shook slightly.

The fighting monk was even more miserable, with a muffled snort, blood gushing out from between his mouth and nose frantically, obviously suffering great internal injuries.

But his gaze grew brighter and firmer.

Just as he had made up his mind, a broad figure stopped in front of him.

"The master is injured, leave this battle to me!"

But it's Song Xing.

The wine fighting monk glanced at Yang Lian Zhenjia, suppressed the blood overflowing from his mouth, and whispered: "This fang is fierce, little friend be careful." ”

He and Zhang Sanfeng were both injured a lot, and now they can only pin their hopes on Song Xing.

Song Xing turned his back to him and nodded, then looked up at the monk in front of him, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

The momentum on Yang Lian Zhenjia's body has reached a level that is daunting, and it is difficult for many disciples in Wudang to breathe with his momentum alone.

Song Xing chuckled, raised his hand and punched forward!

It was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, and before the fist arrived, a ball of golden light suddenly bloomed, brilliant and dazzling.

This golden light shines out, and people can't open their eyes.

"Ah......" Many Wudang Mountain disciples couldn't help but close their eyes, covered their eyes, and wailed in pain.

"Huh? This is...... Kung Fu? Yang Lian Zhenjia's pupils shrank, because he felt a great crisis from this blow.

However, compared to practicing kung fu, Yang Lian Zhenjia asked himself that his body was already injure, and he was not afraid to shake his fist to meet it.

With a violent collision, the ground under the feet of the two cracked inch by inch, and a terrifying ravine with a depth of nearly ten meters appeared several zhang long.

Yang Lian Zhenjia stabilized his body and stared at Song Xing with a solemn face: "Who are you?" Actually has such strength. ”

"The man who killed you!"

Song Xing said indifferently.

As he spoke, he struck another domineering iron fist.

This time the punch was strong, like a volcanic eruption, containing a monstrous power, as if it was going to burn everything.

Yang Lian Zhenjia couldn't resist it anymore, and his body took more than a dozen steps backwards before stopping.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a master hidden in the rivers and lakes." Yang Lian Zhenjia's mind was full of thoughts, and he knew that he had encountered a tricky person.

"But no matter how powerful you are, you must die today!" He roared, his body shook, his clothes rattled, the surface of his skin was covered with a trace of black gas, and his muscles swelled and were full of explosive power.

He stretched out his right claw and grabbed it forward, and suddenly five pitch-black nails came out, sharp and pressing, tearing through the air and stabbing fiercely.

Song Xing still didn't have any expression, and he still blasted out with a straight punch.

The air made the sound of glass shattering, and his punch shattered Yang Lian Zhenjia's nails, and then hit the opponent's chest.

Bang!

Yang Lian Zhenjia spit out a mouthful of blood, his body flew out upside down, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, coughing a few times in a row, and finally relieved himself.

"How is that possible!"

He stood up, his face full of disbelief, and even the depths of his eyes showed a deep sense of horror.

His attack was unexpectedly defused by Song Xing.

Yang Lian Zhenjia roared angrily, jumped up, and killed Song Xing.

The momentum on his body climbed to the top, and a cold evil aura permeated his whole body, enveloping the entire square, making people feel cold.

"Demons and demons are outside, and everyone is killed." The corners of Song Xing's mouth outlined a touch of coldness, and the qi and blood on his body were tumbling, like a vast ocean.

Then, there was a crackling sound from his body, and his bones, tendons, and acupoints were all opened.

In an instant, his whole person seemed to have turned into a war immortal.

What he performed was an extremely mysterious body forging kung fu.

Song Xing slapped it with one palm, like the sun descending, with a vast and incomparable majestic power.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's body trembled, and he felt the strength of this slap.

I saw that his arms were stretched, and the bones of his whole body made a clicking sound, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a ghost, eerie and terrifying.

The two clapped their fists together, setting off a terrifying hurricane.

But soon, a touch of ferocious cruelty flashed in Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes, his hands changed, pinched out one by one peculiar seals, and then pressed them on Song Xing.

Bang!

With this press, a terrifying wave was released from between his hands, forming a huge black hole.

This is his hole card, originally he would not play it easily, but now that he was forced to this situation by Song Xing, he couldn't scruple so much.

"Hahaha......" Yang Lian Zhenjia laughed wildly: "Although your physical body is strong, my devouring demon skill specializes in breaking through all kinds of defense skills, and I will definitely die today." ”

However, Song Xing was not panicked, and still looked at Yang Lian Zhenjia calmly.

With a violent roar, the huge black hole actually spun violently, as if turning into a giant whirlpool.

Song Xing's fist was sucked into it, and his body immediately became heavy, as if it had been poured with lead water.

He sneered, and then saw a golden light like red flames coming out of his body, and the whole person was like a scorching sun.

"What's this little trick of yours?" Song Xing sneered.

Rumble!

He punched out, as if the Emperor of Heaven was angry, and a great tripod appeared in the void, suppressing the sky.

(End of chapter)