King Kong is angry, fierce and powerful.

Monk Fang Xu's name has the word "virtual", but once he moves his hands and feet, he is extremely fierce and not false at all.

His huge body is like a gold and bronze sculpture at this moment, his body is refined, indestructible, but the speed is extremely fast, only turning into a golden shadow, and it is in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Mighty King Kong legs!

Monk Fang Xuan rushed towards Sun Bairen, his body was horizontal in mid-air, but he was born in mid-air to change direction, and the shadow of his legs set off a black wind and swept over.

Sun Bairen raised his hand and slashed it with a knife.

Rumble!

The knives and legs collided, and there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Huge surging in.

Even if Zhang Bairen was stable and deeply rooted in the earth, he was retreating again and again at this time.

Monk Fang Xuan withdrew his legs, and just landed firmly on the ground, and immediately his sandbag-sized fists were like drum thunder, only hitting Sun Bairen's face door.

Mighty Vajrapani!

The fist does not leave the vital point in front of it, and the strong wind sweeps it, and it is extremely powerful.

The fist was so turbulent that it was like a sledgehammer slamming down.

Sun Bairen couldn't even spread out the knife momentum, so he could only retreat again and again.

Before you know it, you have retreated to the edge of the circle, and if you continue to retreat, you must end in defeat.

At the critical moment, Sun Bairen bit his teeth, and the horizontal knife was in his hand, like a crescent moon rushing to the sky, and he rose up.

The sharp sword, the chill is bone-chilling, and everything is going to be cut in two.

But Monk Fang Xuan had a hideous face, and he didn't hide.

Seeing that the fist was about to collide with the firewood knife, he instantly turned his fist into a finger, and one finger hit the blade fiercely, and the fingers of the mortal body collided with the blade of the firewood knife, and he was unscathed.

The fingers are golden, and the moves are fierce, but they are graceful moves, and they have the meaning of being as heavy as light.

Mighty Finger!

Fingering and knife skills are clashing, and the strong are colliding.

Monk Fang Xuan turned into King Kong, and he really made a gesture, with a fist and a claw, all of them had great power.

Although Sun Bairen's sword technique is powerful, he can't move it, and even every time he encounters the other party, he counterattacks with his fists and feet, and the momentum is strong and heavy, if he has the power of a thousand jun.

He had no choice but to deal with it.

With the previous moves of this Fang Xuan monk, he could still use the Divine Foot Sutra to unload his strength into the earth.

But in the long run, every time there was a vigorous bombardment.

He didn't practice horizontal kung fu, and such a fierce and majestic power was no longer something his physical body could withstand.

In the long run, if you have to forcibly unload the force, you are afraid that the meridians of the whole body will be translocated and the bones will be broken.

He could only retreat again and again, and then took advantage of the gap between dodges to swing his sword and slash at Monk Fang Xu.

It's just that the sword fell on the monk's body, which could only shake the golden light of his body into ripples, but it was difficult to hurt his body at all.

"No, not enough. ”

"My knife technique is not sharp enough. ”

Sun Bairen sighed in his heart, his eyes were calm.

The scene he saw in the Divine Sword Villa gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and he wanted to take one of the sword lights he saw that day and use it for his own use.

But no matter how much he thinks, it is always difficult to have any inspiration.

Monk Fang Xu had suffered a big loss under Sun Bairen's knife before, so he would naturally not easily let go of the opportunity for revenge at this time.

Thousand-armed King Kong!

The fist technique is fast and fast, pulling out the remnants of the Dao, if a thousand hands bloom, there are fist shadows in all directions, and there is nowhere to escape.

The fist was like a mountain torrent tilting, and it came mightily, drowning all the enemies in front of him.

"Wait, the flood?"

Sun Bairen's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart was thoughtful.

In the valley, the torrent rolls.

All around, the people were wailing and trying to flee.

It's just that the torrent is rolling, how fast is the speed, where can the feet run?

Suddenly, I saw that before the flash flood, a young Taoist priest led the black-faced young man straight to the front of the flash flood, held the old woodcutter in the young man's hand, and waved it down in the air.

The mountains are flooding, the heavens are angry, the earth is rising and falling, swallowing everything.

One person wielding a knife, how small, more ridiculous than a mayfly shaking a tree.

But it is this knife, the endless ethereal meaning, like a breeze blowing over the hills.

Silently, the rolling torrent was also separated from it, revealing a suddenly open avenue, and the world was clear.

The immortal wields a knife and divides the flood with one move?

There is the true meaning of the knife in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

The picture kept appearing in front of Sun Bairen, which made him a little stupid, and he was deeply immersed in the true meaning of the fairy intent of that knife and couldn't extricate himself.

And he was stunned, but the breath of his body immediately changed greatly, condensed into one, and broke out of his body.

"What?" Monk Fang Xu's fist had already fallen, and the next moment his forehead was in sharp pain, as if he was about to be split in half by an invisible knife.

His eyes were in a trance, and he found that the figure of the young man in front of him had changed, like a supreme sword out of its sheath, sharp and sharp through the air, cutting everything.

Dangerous, so dangerous!

In an instant, Monk Fang Xuan suddenly had a sense of impending disaster, and as soon as his fist was retracted, he instinctively dodged out more than three feet.

He stood there, looking over in disbelief, full of vigilance.

This black-faced young man was full of weirdness, and he suddenly stopped at this moment, as if he was brewing some kind of earth-shattering sword technique!

Before he made a move, he was so fierce!

Once the sword technique is swung, how terrifying is it?

Can't stop it, can't stop it!

Monk Fang Xuan felt jealous from the bottom of his heart.

The instinct of the warrior told him that the sword that was about to come out of the sheath could not be stopped even by King Kong's incorruptible divine skill!

So for a while, he no longer dared to act rashly, and he was ready to take action and adapt to the situation.

One breath... Two breaths... Three-interest ......

But after a full ten breaths, the black-faced young man still didn't make any moves, and Monk Fang Xuan couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

"Could it be that this person is pretending to be a ghost?"

Thinking hard is fruitless, and there is no way to wait so hard!

Monk Fang Xu, as the first disciple of King Kong Temple, how could he be willing to be so passive.

Vajra swings the pestle!

"In that case, let us die. ”

He clenched his fists together, carrying a thousand pounds of strength, as if he wanted to shatter the void and hit his head.

The black-faced boy was emaciated, and he was about to be crushed into a pulp of flesh under such a banging punch.

At this moment, Sun Bairen finally moved.

The picture of the Taoist priest splitting the flood with a knife had already appeared in front of his eyes hundreds of times in just ten breaths.

In the end, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind, and he also learned the appearance of the Taoist priest wielding the knife, raised his arm, and the figure gradually coincided with the immortal's sword.

Monk Fang Xuan suddenly felt that there seemed to be some mysterious change in the aura on the young man in front of him.

However, this kind of change is indescribable, seemingly invisible, but extremely ethereal, and the murderous machine is through the air.

Even he was terrified in his heart.

"Hmph, it's just a seventh-grade martial artist, what kind of wind and waves can he stir up?"

Thinking of this, the fist he swung out suddenly increased a little harder, vowing to punch it and finish the battle.

The firewood knife in Sun Bairen's hand had already been raised, and the action was the same as that of Lu Chunliang's knife that day, but the knife fell, but it seemed to be fluttering without any strength.

"Die!"

King Kong was angry, there was no mercy in the monk's eyes, and his fist had already come to the door of Sun Bairen's face, and he only needed to advance a few more points, and his head could be shattered like a watermelon.

But at this moment, the wood knife had already fallen.

Originally, it seemed to be light and slow, but it seemed to have an invisible opportunity, and everything broke silently.

Click......

Monk Fang Xuan only felt as if his body had been separated from the middle by something.

The golden light on his body shattered, and the whole person flew out upside down, bleeding from all seven orifices, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Behind Monk Fang Xu, a one-zhang wide ravine appeared on the ground, bottomless, not to mention dozens of zhang.

The ravine stretched, and it actually broke down the wall of Kongo Temple and extended to the outside of the temple.