Duh!

Zen Master Huiming suddenly raised his elbow, gently let the claw of the old man in the red robe, and then clenched it hard, and the golden light emitted from the surface of the fist suddenly brightened several times, like a small sun, exuding bursts of palpitating fluctuations, and regardless of the sinister claws of the old man in the red robe, he did not dodge, dodge, or block, and actually exchanged injuries for injuries, and desperately hit the old man's chest.

At the same time, Zen Master Huiming shouted, using the roar of the authentic lion of Buddhism, and in an instant, he saw a pale golden air mass erupting from his mouth, like a brass cannonball, slashing towards the door of the red-robed old man!

Pang Xie looked at it from a distance, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

What shocked him was not that Zen Master Huiming was fierce, but that he found that Zen Master Huiming gathered seventy percent of the internal qi of his whole body in this punch and roar, leaving less than thirty percent of the internal qi to protect the body, and it seemed that he wanted to resist the fierce blow of the old man in the red robe with his body.

Boom!

Click!

Sonor!

Bang!

Suddenly, there were four loud noises in the field, and these four loud noises happened almost simultaneously to others' ears, and it was completely impossible to hear the difference in order, but Pang Xie had developed his five senses, and he could hear the order clearly.

Boom!

The first loud sound came from the lion roar of the Buddhist gate of Zen Master Huiming, this pale golden internal qi came first, although it was the last shot, it was the first to hit the target, and it was smashed on the eagle head of the red-robed old man condensed with internal qi!

The red-robed old man used the Pangu Giant Eagle Skill, condensing the Goshawk Phantom with internal qi outside the body, which could not only protect his vital points in it, but also made it much stronger in terms of speed, strength, and defense.

Although the roar of the Buddhist lion is fast, the strength is not strong, after the pale golden air mass hit the eagle's head, only a few feathers on the neck were smashed, and the shocked eagle's head was tilted to the left, but it did not really destroy the eagle's head, let alone hurt the red-robed old man in the eagle's head.

Click!

The second loud sound came from the right claw of the red-robed old man, this claw was grabbing under the left rib of Zen Master Huiming, and with a crisp sound of "click", the sharp claw broke through the flesh, not only grabbed a piece of pale golden flesh the size of a palm, but also broke four or five ribs inside.

Judging from the broken bone stubble of the wound, Zen Master Huiming just turned the flesh and blood into pale gold, and the bones inside were still white, and the reason why the golden light was released was because of the operation of internal qi, of course, if he really trained a body of bones into light gold, even if this claw was twice as strong, don't want to break a bone!

Sonor!

The third loud sound came from the left hand of the old man in the red robe and the right fist of the Zen master Huiming, in terms of cultivation, the two of them were half a catty and eight taels, but the claw of the old man in the red robe operated ten percent of the internal qi, and the Huiming Zen master only used three percent at most, which was too far behind the old man in the red robe.

Therefore, the moment the fists and claws intersected, Zen Master Huiming's right arm was immediately discounted and bent backwards into a strange angle!

The old man in the red robe was unforgiving, and his sharp claws continued to go forward, and he was about to grab the throat of Zen Master Huimingcha, but Zen Master Huiming suddenly lowered his head and hit the claws of the old man in red robe with the top of his bare head.

To say that although Huiming Zen Master is strong in cultivation, and has practiced the unique science of King Kong is not bad glazed body, but he will never dare to use his head to catch the claws of the old man in red robe, normally speaking, there is only one end to doing this, that is, the head is broken, and he dies on the battlefield!

However, Zen Master Huiming first blocked a block with his right arm, which unloaded seventy percent of the power of the claws, and the remaining three percent used the top of his head to block, because of this, he was able to hang and hang to block the claw of the old man in the red robe!

Bang!

Although the fourth loud bang was made at the end, it was a decisive blow!

Zen Master Huiming's left fist was full of internal qi in his whole body, and he struck forward with all his strength, not the powerful Vajra fist that he had been using, but the No. 1 boxing method in Vajra Temple - Vajra Prajna Fearless Fist!

This punch is mediocre in terms of moves, and the power comes from the internal qi contained in it.

This punch was smashing into the chest of the red-robed old man, and wherever the fist went, the blue-black feathers had no way to stop it, and they exploded one by one, flying all over the sky, turning into internal qi, bursting open, and disappearing into the air.

After the blow, the Pangu Giant Eagle of the red-robed old man was self-defeating, and there was no trace left, revealing his original red robe and miserable white face.

The power of a punch is so great!

In the next moment, Zen Master Huiming's fist had stopped, and the power contained in it had been exhausted, and then looking at the old man in the red robe, except for the Pangu Giant Eagle Gong being broken, there was no change in his body at all, as if he had easily blocked this punch.

However, whether it was the two of them or Pang Xie who was miles away, everyone knew that after receiving this punch, they would never be indifferent.

......

The red-robed old man stopped his attack, was silent for a moment, his body trembled slightly, and a mouthful of blood arrow spurted out, spraying on Zen Master Huiming's face.

Zen Master Huiming stood still, a trace of blood flowed down from his face, and a big hole was broken in his left ribs.

From a distance, it looks like a pale gold Buddha with blood and tears all over his body, which makes people feel a strange fear.

"Good boxing technique, good calculation, good ruthlessness, worthy of being the number one master in Qingzhou!" the red-robed old man said in a dry voice.

"The donor is too powerful, and the old monk has to be in love. Zen Master Huiming lowered his arms and looked at him calmly, not even erasing the blood stains on his face.

"It seems that the old man has to go all out today!" said the red-robed old man coldly.

As he spoke, a whirlwind rose from the ground, and the phantom of the giant eagle gradually appeared above his figure again, even clearer than the last time, as if it was not injured in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, Zen Master Huiming's calm face finally showed the first trace of surprise, and under the drive of his mind, even the light emitted by the golden body dimmed.

"Drink!"

The red-robed old man drank in a low voice, his arms were raised again, the wings of the giant eagle slowly rose and fell, and Zen Master Huiming's face changed rapidly, and he stopped in front of him with his only remaining left arm, gathering a little light, ready to meet this blow.

Anyone can see that the blow of the old man in the red robe must be the accumulation of his life's strength, and it will never be easy to resist.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a shocking thing suddenly appeared.

After the red-robed old man raised his internal qi, he didn't attack, but on tiptoe, raised his arms, and set off a hurricane, and then this wind, like a big bird, suddenly retreated backwards, and in the blink of an eye, he slid out more than ten zhang away, withdrew from the circle of fighting, and then shouted: "Master Mingtang!

After saying that, he didn't care whether the blue-shirted swordsman fled or not, but fled the battlefield alone and retreated in the direction of Pang Xie.

Including Pang Xie, everyone was stunned.

By the time Zen Master Huiming reacted, the red-robed old man had already escaped thirty or forty zhang away, and it was impossible to catch up with him.

Since he couldn't catch up with the red-robed old man, Zen Master Huiming didn't hesitate, didn't chase him anymore, turned his head, joined forces with Ruyi Monk and Ren Hao, and killed the blue-shirted swordsman and the remaining dozen or so swordsmen one by one!