"Where did the little white face come from, here to ruin your grandfather's business?" The great monk may not be a bad person, but his mouth is really stinky.

Yue Buqun was not annoyed when he heard this, but he just punched him with a seemingly light punch.

This is the twelve-style fighter of the Taishan faction, named 'Beater', which is actually a thunder hand.

It seems to have the power of thunder, and it is the most suitable fist and foot kung fu of the Taishan faction for Shi Dang's divine skills, but it is a pity that it is the same as Shi Dang's divine skills, and the requirements for cultivators are quite high.

If you don't have a good internal strength and good muscles and bones, using these twelve types of fighters is not killing the enemy, but committing suicide.

Seeing Yue Buqun punching him, the monk did not avoid it, and he also did not use a weapon, and waved his hand and punched towards Yue Buqun.

I heard a muffled sound in the air, and the fists collided with each other, but it was like two huge rocks colliding.

The internal strength of the monk is far inferior to Yue Buqun, and the moment he fights, he was pushed by a majestic force, and his whole arm shook, and his feet were already like stepping on cotton, and he withdrew seven or eight meters away, leaning on a stone pillar to barely hold his body.

"Good boxing, good strength!" The monk who did not quit praised loudly.

Then he shook his arm, and he actually ran again, rushing towards Yue Buqun.

"What a monk!" Yue Buqun secretly praised in his heart.

Fang Cai's punch, although he didn't use all his strength, but what level is Yue Buqun now?

Even if you don't use the means you are best at, in terms of internal strength alone, it is enough to stand alone.

One punch out, to say the least, has a thousand pounds of strength.

This monk seems to be reckless, but his means are not bad, he retreats a few steps, but he unloads Yue Buqun's strength to beat him out by seven or eight points, and he doesn't bear much, and more importantly, he knows that he is not defeated by Yue Buqun, but he still dares to raise his fist and come again, and he does not use the water mill Zen staff in his hand, which is obviously also proud.

Although he praised it in his heart, he did not delay the severity of Yue Buqun's attack.

The fight was just a few moves, and the monk who did not quit was comprehensively suppressed by Yue Buqun in terms of his best fists and feet and internal strength, and he was full of bags.

If it weren't for Yue Buqun's lack of murderous intent, he would have died more than ten times earlier.

After this monk was thrown out by Yue Buqun for the seventh time and hit the stone wall, he stopped attacking.

"Your Excellency is good kung fu, if I don't quit the monk, I can be regarded as obeying you!"

"That's it for today, next time... I'll beat you next time. "The unquit monk who was beaten and lost face, he already had no face to continue to entangle, and he planned to avoid Yue Buqun first.

Just as he was saying cruel words, he suddenly heard a piercing scream.

After Heng Mountain, immediately after, there were more sounds of panic.

Like black smoke, a black substance like a ribbon erupted from the depths of Heng Mountain, opening its teeth and claws towards the surroundings, exuding a strong ominous aura.

"This... What is it? Dingyi was startled, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Then he flew up to the eaves with all his strength under his feet, and ran towards the place where the black matter exploded.

"This is the wickedness I mentioned in my letter." Yue Buqun, Yang Buregret... and the non-precepting monks, all followed.

Dingyi said: "What a terrible breath, there is Lingyin Pavilion, Dingqing, Dingyun, Dingming Senior Sister, they are all reading the scriptures in Lingyin Pavilion. ”

"What?"

"Dingqing, don't be afraid! I'm coming! The great monk did not quit, carrying a Zen staff, but the speed under his feet was really three points faster.

It's just that someone is faster than him.

Yue Buqun's figure has turned into a white line.

With a breath, he had already thrown off everyone seven or eight meters away.

After a few breaths, I'm afraid I'll be able to get to the scene of the incident.

"This should be a ghost! It generally has no apparent body, and exists in the form of scattered silk threads that lock onto targets based on breath and heat. ”

"You have to find a way to gather its threads as much as possible within a certain range, and then attack it with fire." Yang Buqun's voice came from behind Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun was in mid-air, listening to Yang Buregret's words word for word.

The sword box behind him took the lead under the urging of internal forces.

Yunshuo!

Go!

The sword flew out of the sword box and shot straight towards the Lingyin Pavilion, which was already almost surrounded by the black silk threads.

In the attic, a little nun was opening her mouth wide, her head held high, her neck and body had been twisted at a right angle of ninety degrees, and the black silk threads were constantly following her seven orifices and burrowing into her body.

In the blink of an eye, the originally full body dried up.

Obviously, all the flesh and blood in it have been devoured.

The rest of the little nuns screamed.

There were also people who reluctantly drew their swords, but they didn't dare to really step forward, just shook their hands, and kept moving closer and back to each other.

The treacherous evil like smoke and silk, after sucking a little nun clean, immediately swelled a few points, turned into two more, and pounced on the other two little nuns respectively.

The two little nuns, one of whom was quite clever, jumped out of the window in an instant, and although they fell down the cliff, they were lucky enough to be hooked by a branch and hung on the mountainside, barely escaping with their lives.

Another little nun with an even better appearance, fair skin, three-dimensional facial features, and even a little bit of the beauty of the Western Regions, was completely stupid.

The sword in his hand kept trembling.

Then he didn't know where he got the courage, but instead swung his sword and threw himself at the evil spirit.

It's just that her swordsmanship is average, and her internal strength is too poor, and in an instant, she was entangled by the black silk thread that turned into evil, and she took away her blade, and she was about to repeat the mistake of the little nun before.

At this moment, the Yunshuo Sword that Yue Buqun had sent up first arrived.

The sharp sword, with the internal power of the sun to ward off evil spirits, is a slash against the evil like a black silk thread.

This wicked body spread out like black smoke, and then became faint, but it scattered in all directions.

It should have just arrived, and although it exists in a form and is somewhat special, the overall damage is actually not particularly strong.

That is, when it spreads, it appears huge and bluffing.

After eating a person, it also has obvious ability to think and speak.

The staccato sound echoed in the cabinet.

"Amitabha! I am the Bodhisattva Guanyin of great compassion, and when you believe in me, you become one with me. ”

"I will take you to fly across the western heavens and enjoy the bliss of the west."

The little nuns' faces were pale, and when they regained their strength, they all rushed to escape.

The black silk threads were retracted, like a horse, and like a multi-headed strange snake, winding towards these nuns.

The light frost sword chased the wind and the moon, and flew in.

The two flying swords alternately interspersed, like scissors, and severed the black silk threads with a click.

The technique is sharp and skillful, and it is extremely easy.

Yue Buqun leaped in from the window, and two flying swords swam around him, pulled by it, and fired several blows in succession.

The black silk thread erupted, avoiding Yue Buqun and continuing to entangle those little nuns.

"Still stunned, run!" Yue Buqun spoke, and he had already pulled out the sword he was carrying at his waist again, and set off to meet the evil spirit.

A large number of little nuns rushed out, and then ran wildly in the direction of the main hall.

But there are exceptions, the little nun who has a bit of the beauty of the Western Regions, but did not escape, but seemed to be brave, with a sword in her hand, to fight side by side with Yue Buqun.

"Get out of the way!" The mood is good, but unfortunately the means are limited.

Yue Buqun swept away the black silk thread with a sword, grabbed the little nun, and threw her behind.

"Dingqing! I'm here to save you! After a few breaths, the savage figure crashed into the attic.

I happened to see that the little nun was lying on Yue Buqun's back, panting, and her face was flushed and poked out half of her head.