The feet are as big as a mountain, and there is more power of the dragon elephant, stepping down, and suddenly the sky is dark, as if the sky is falling!

"Regardless of your Laoshizi Dragon Elephant Gong, in front of my Vajra Immortal Skill, you need to bow your head even if you are a true martial artist. ”

Zen Master Zhengang's pupils dilated, but his mouth was roaring, driving away the thoughts of timidity.

At this point, he had no way to retreat, and rushed straight towards Lu Chunliang.

He was tall and heavy, and his steps shook the mountains with him as he walked.

A person is covered with golden light, as if the Buddha descended to earth.

A person is haunted by a dragon statue, and he is like a real martial artist.

Inside and outside the temple, whether it is the Hu people in the rivers and lakes or the monks of the King Kong Temple, they can't help but stop the action of fighting in their hands.

Such a duel is shocking just to watch, but if it is a real fight, what kind of scene will it be?

Everyone was curious and full of anticipation.

Sou!

The golden shadow flashed, and Zen Master Zhengang raised his arms high, and the next moment he collided with that Zhenwu stepping on a hard foot, setting off a wave of qi visible to the naked eye.

Roar!

Thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants all rushed down from the sky.

Knock knock!

The remaining six arms of Zen Master Zhengang burst out one after another, vigorously entangled with the dragon elephant.

Zen Master Zhengang only felt that his punch was like hitting a hill, and the manpower was infinite, but he wanted to fight against heaven and earth, and he was a fool and a dream.

But he was unwilling in his heart.

No matter how powerful this bull riding demon is and how powerful the dragon elephant magic skill is, but the King Kong is not bad magic skill is recognized as the first practice in the world.

He has already cultivated the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill to the Dacheng realm, why should he be weaker than the other party.

He thought to himself, his hands kept moving, punch after punch.

But the more he struck, the more horrified he became.

The bull riding demon in front of him is really like the incarnation of the ancestor of martial arts, Zhenwu, and there is a magnificent aura around his body, like an ancient Wudang, which cannot be shaken.

The two of them were entangled together, constantly punching, fists to the flesh, and making a low sound, like thunder on the ground.

The earth shook with a punch.

Rubble splashed all around, and everyone in the temple hurriedly looked for a place to hide, these two people were too strong, and the qi that leaked out during the fight alone was enough to bombard people.

If they continue to stay here, they will only lose their lives.

The more Zen Master Zhengang fought, the more frightened he became, and he felt that his attack hit Lu Chunliang, as if he wanted to use the power of his body to push down Wudang Mountain.

"I don't believe it, you're just a mortal fetus in the flesh, can you still be immortal?"

He gritted his teeth and roared, but he still couldn't change the facts.

Lu Chunliang naturally did not take the beating in vain, but punched each other with the two Zen Master Na Zhengang.

It's just that now, both of them are physically strong, where will they easily fall?

Every time Lu Chunliang punches, he can always beat Zen Master Zhengang back constantly, and every time he takes a step back, he will step on the ground and deform.

But Zen Master Zhengang's moves fell on Lu Chunliang, but they had no effect.

This battle hangs high in the sky from the sun. It was until the sun went down and the sky gradually darkened.

Throughout the surrounding area of Kongo Temple, there were countless depressions in the earth, and the undulating ground was like a trench.

The walls of the outer courtyard of Kongoji Temple have all collapsed. If it weren't for Lu Chunliang deliberately stopping it, I was afraid that even the buildings in the temple would be damaged.

The battle between the two lasted for a long time, but Lu Chunliang was still clear-eyed and energetic.

On the contrary, it is the Zhengang Zen Master, from the invincible majesty at the beginning, and finally gradually declined.

Finally, Lu Chunliang punched his lower abdomen dantian, and the golden light on his body instantly dissipated, and his originally tall body shrank rapidly as if deflated.

The original Zen master who was strong and strong, and his muscles were like knives and axes, were already as thin as wood at this time, and he was described as withered.

He knelt on the ground decadently, looking at Lu Chunliang with blank eyes, he was originally in the prime of life, but at this time he was like an old man with a candle and a dead lamp.

Zen Master Zhengang was not arrogant to the extent that he thought he was invincible in the world, and even before he fought with Lu Chunliang, he had already thought that he would lose.

But he never thought that as the world's number one horizontal practitioner, he had this name, but he was dragged to death.

Around Lu Chunliang's body, those golden dragons and white elephants were still galloping, making bursts of roaring sounds, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"In vain, I think I am the best in the world, but I lost to others in the most proud place, and the poor monk was convinced. ”

Zen Master Zhengang sat on the ground, paused slightly, and said to Lu Chunliang: "Dao Chief, you are the number one horizontal practice in the world!"

Everyone around also looked at Lu Chunliang, regardless of the last sentence of Zen Master Zhengang, so he didn't say it, but after this battle, in their hearts.

is the first horizontal practice in the world, and there is no one else except Lu Chunliang.

Lu Chunliang's body gradually shrank to a normal size, standing in front of Zen Master Zhengang, but when he looked closely, he was surprised to find that Zen Master Zhengang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and he didn't know when he had lost his breath.

I don't know when, the twenty-five masters of the dragon list have passed away.

"The gate of King Kong Temple will be extinct today. Although this Zhengang Zen Master has gone astray, I have to say that my Shaolin King Kong is not bad, but it is also carried forward and strengthened in his hands. ”

I don't know when Monk Zhenxiu has come to Lu Chunliang's side, folded his hands, looked at the monk in front of him, and sighed.

Since Zen Master Bodhidharma passed down the seventy-two unique schools of Shaolin Temple, among all the descendants who have practiced the magic of King Kong, it should be the highest achievement of Zen Master Zhengang.

Monk Zhenxiu came this time only to recover the magic of King Kong and prevent the King Kong Temple from destroying the reputation of Shaolin, but he never said that he would destroy the kung fu of Zhengang Zen Master.

Even though Zen Master Zhengang doesn't want to admit it, he is still a descendant of Shaolin.

"Senior, Zhengang is my Shaolin disciple in the end, please allow me to chant for him, and the cremated bones will also be brought back to Shaolin. ”

Monk Zhenxiu turned to look at Lu Chunliang and asked sincerely.

Lu Chunliang nodded slightly, this is an internal matter of Shaolin Temple, and he doesn't want to interfere.

Monk Zhenxiu sat down opposite Lu Chunliang on the spot, crossed his legs, folded his hands, and recited the scriptures.

Lu Chunliang looked towards the King Kong Temple, after the Zhengang Zen Master sat down, there was no one in the King Kong Temple who could support the façade.

Those monks of the Vajra Temple have also been arrested, they have done a lot of evil, and what awaits them will be the punishment they deserve.

Continue to walk inside, Kongo Temple is famous after Zen Master Zhengang came here, but he has built it for a long time.

Walking in the temple, you can see the red walls and green tiles around it, full of traces of time.

Maybe the monks who live here are not good monks, but at least this temple is a good temple.

Before he knew it, he had arrived in the backyard of Kongo Temple. This is where the monks live on weekdays, but it is very quiet.

Lu Chunliang planned to find a place to rest quietly for a while.

But at this moment, he looked keenly towards the courtyard, because in this courtyard, he felt two familiar breaths.

I didn't know when, Sun Bairen was holding a knife in his hand, his black face was gloomy, and he was confronting Hu Boer, the leader of the Hu people.

The gas is clear, and it is about to start!