The two monks confront each other, ready to go!

I didn't see any movement from the two monks, just looked at each other and stood there.

In the eyes of the Buddha's compassion, there seems to be a spark splashing, where there is still a little bit of peace on weekdays.

The last calm before the storm.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the bodies of the two monks shook slightly, and immediately a huge masculine qi broke out of the body and rose to the sky.

Just like the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform, the Buddha's light shines brightly, and the sky is bright.

Just like King Kong in the world, the blood is surging and rolling over.

It is also a Buddhist gate, and there are also many fruit positions such as Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Vajra, with different forms and gods.

One is young, and he is already a Shaolin Buddha.

One is a monk outside the gate, and he is the host in the King Kong Temple.

Buddha to Vajra!

The people watching the battle around couldn't help but hold their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Amitabha, Brother Zhenjing! This Vajra is not bad, although it is miraculous, but it is still not my Shaolin No. 1 skill! The human body is not a god or demon after all. The golden body is not bad, and it also has a fate!"

Monk Zhenxiu said in a condensed voice.

There are countless martial arts in the world, each with its own wonders.

Shaolin 72 stunts, which are even more famous in the rivers and lakes, are the martial arts stunts that people all over the world dream of.

But there are no invincible martial arts in this world, only invincible people.

No matter how strong martial arts are, there are flaws, and the key depends on how people use them.

Those miraculous exercises that have been passed down by the world are just that others don't know how to deal with them.

But this King Kong is not bad, and the magic comes from the Shaolin Temple, others don't know, can the Zhenxiu monk, who is the son of the Shaolin Buddha, still not know?

Zhenxiu's fingers pinched the print, and he pointed at the remote point in the air with his fingers, and went away.

The True Pure Monk immediately felt a stinging pain in his body, deep into the bone marrow, obvious.

The weakness of his own Vajra is not bad is already under the control of this Shaolin Buddha.

The more this was the case, the true pure monk did not panic in the slightest, but sneered: "Buddha, even if you know the method of breaking the gong?"

"This Vajra is not bad, the divine power turns into a golden body, it is unbreakable, and even the most fragile cover door is more tenacious than most of the horizontal exercises in the world. If you want to break through the cover door, the amount of energy required is also huge!

Before that, the Buddha should think about his own safety first!"

A word of disagreement, more than half a sentence!

The words of the true pure monk were like a bronze bell, and the next moment, his body changed from extremely static to extremely moving, turning into a golden shadow and rushing straight in.

Rumble!

King Kong subdues the demon!

With both hands, he pinched the seal and suddenly suppressed it!

The body is majestic, like carrying a mountain, and the majestic power is pressed down violently.

But Zhenxiu was not in a hurry, seeing that the Zhenjing Monk came to him, his claws grabbed him, but he only stretched forward with a faint hand and stretched out a finger, which contained countless qi on his fingers, pointing towards the Zhenjing monk, and the fingertip qi machine even strangled the golden light on his body.

For a moment, the power of this finger actually penetrated the palm of the True Pure Monk, continued to move forward, and stabbed towards the dantian of his lower abdomen.

The golden light in the sky was magnificent, and the Zhenjing monk was full of horror, and from the finger of the Zhenxiu monk, he actually felt a strong pressure.

He hurriedly condensed his qi and gathered in front of him, trying to block this finger of Monk Zhenxiu.

But the power of one finger is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and there is a gray true qi in it, which comes into contact with the Gang Qi in front of the True Pure Body, and that Gang Qi is actually opened a big hole in silence.

The qi machine spread towards the true pure lower abdomen, and it was actually on the golden light that covered his lower abdomen, silently breaking a large hole.

It was also with the appearance of this big hole that the golden light of the True Pure Monk's body shattered, and it dissipated without a trace in an instant.

The true pure monk qi machine was forced, and the whole person fell towards the ground, he still wanted to return his qi, but he felt the condensation of the qi machine above his head, not only did he look up in horror and look up at the sky, but he saw Zhenxiu raise his palm, and the golden light in his palm kept flashing.

I saw that the Shaolin Buddha had a majestic face, and asked Zhenjing, "Still don't admit defeat?"

The voice rolled in like thunder, and his face was majestic, which made Zhenjing's heart tighten. If he still dares to refute, now that he is forced to do his exercises, if he is slapped with this palm, he will definitely have no bones.

Not only did he look defeated, but he said in a hurry: "I lost." ”

There was an uproar all around, and the Zhenjing monk presided over by the King Kong Temple, who dominated the rivers and lakes outside the Guanwai, actually chose to admit defeat in such a humiliating way under the threat of the Buddha's son Zhenxiu.

Seeing that Zhenjing had already admitted defeat, Monk Zhenxiu slowly dispersed the golden light in his palm and fell back to the ground.

Those Hu people had already rushed forward to congratulate Monk Zhenxiu.

As soon as Monk Zhenxiu landed, his face turned pale suddenly, and his body shook and fell forward, which frightened Hu Ren, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern: "Buddha, are you okay?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just overexerting himself, and there is no big problem, just take a short rest. ”

He waved his hand, looked at Zhenjing not far away, and asked in a cold voice: "Three games and two wins, we have already won this fight, why don't you retreat quickly?"

Monk Zhenjing's face was ugly, although he knew that Zhenjing's proposal for a three-game battle was a delaying tactic, but he didn't expect that the competition that he thought was in his hands would lose so neatly.

For a while, he was in a dilemma.

But at this moment, I heard Zen Master Zhengang be angry and let out a thunderous roar: "I don't want to retreat from the King Kong Temple." Disciples, follow me, expel this group of people from the temple, be strong and strong, and capture them back and become monks. ”

Behind him, the disciples of the Vajra Temple heard the words of Monk Zhengang, and they all responded in unison, each picking up the weapons in their hands and following.

"You bald donkey, why did you go back on your word?"

"If you don't speak as a monk, you have already broken the vows, and you are not worthy to be called a member of the Buddhist sect. ”

"Evil monks, sure enough, it's a group of evil monks!"

......

For a time, Hu Boer and other Hu people outside the gate scolded more than once.

But the Zhengang Zen Master had to be angry, and he didn't bother to respond at all, clenching his fists like a hammer, bombarding them again and again like a whirlwind.

Where the fist falls, the middle one will die, and if it is rubbed, it will be injured!

In a few moments, his fist was shattered.

The eight hundred monks and soldiers of the King Kong Temple and the one hundred and thirty stick monks have already followed, and at this time, there is no Buddhist compassion, and the fist and stick are swept over, and the attack is ruthless.

Famous families have spoken out, and martial arts have their own inheritance.

The solid foundation of these stick monks' martial arts is far from being comparable to the scattered cultivation of these Hu people.

The Hu people were all frightened, and everyone retreated and was in danger.

Monk Zhengang's voice was like thunder, and his body was swelled to a foot high, fierce as a monstrous beast, covered in golden light, and even more like the incarnation of King Kong.

For a time, this Qianhu person was actually repelled by the monk Zhengang alone.

Coupled with the fact that the stick monks of the King Kong Temple formed a formation and swept away, the Jianghu alliance of the Hu people outside this pass was immediately defeated.

"Shangxian, help!"

They couldn't help but shout.

"The bald donkeys of Buddhism are really clever tongues!

At this moment, a cold snort sounded.

Although the young trail is sitting flat on the back of the green ox, facing the body of a zhang, his eyes seem to look down.

Silently, then the sea of clouds burst open, and I saw a large handprint shot in the air, mottled like mountains and rivers, as big as a mountain of five fingers.

A palm comes out, the breath is vast, filled with an inexplicable gray and gray atmosphere, indescribable, incomparably primitive, it seems to be older than the sky, older than the earth......

Everywhere the palm prints went, clouds, frost, dew, wind and rain...... It even collapsed one after another, and it seemed to have completely changed back to the void chaos where the heavens and the earth were not opened and all things were not born.

Such a grand palm print is magnificent, but when it is implemented, it is silent, as if even the sound and light have been extinguished.

The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud!

"What a terrible ...... this is"

Zen Master Zhengang looked up, and for a while he only felt that the world was dark, and all the scalps were blown up, and there was a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top, and a boundless crisis arose.

If he is really hit, his own existence seems to be completely wiped out.

Infinite fear rose in his heart, but the more he did, the more hideous his face became.

"How can this monk really be defeated by the Taoist!

You must know that Ben, Sangha, Ke, and 、......

The world's first horizontal refinement!"

Vedic Negative Mountain!

Zhengang hands do the shape of supporting the sky, and the breath is violent for a while, like the human incarnation of the god of Buddhism fighting, with immeasurable power and carrying mountains.

But a palm covering the sky, overturning the heavens and the earth, has already fallen.

It seems that as long as there is no escape between heaven and earth.

It seems to be an extremely powerful handprint, but it falls softly and silently.

But there was a thunderclap in silence!

Rumble!

The next moment, the golden light around Zhengang shattered, and the whole person flew sideways.

He was originally extremely tall, and after performing his magic skills, he made a big circle, flying towards the King Kong Temple like a boulder, and smashed into the Big Buddha Hall, and the buildings in the Big Buddha Hall were knocked to pieces under his impact.

For a while, his head smashed deep into the wall, and Zen Master Zhengang was dizzy.

"The world's first horizontal practice?"

Only a cold voice came, like a celestial man transmitting above the dome, ethereal and traceless.

"I'm the best in the world. ”