"Xuan Ming, no matter the reason, as long as he is on the rivers and lakes, a person with a fierce reputation, he will shoot when he encounters him, so Xuan Ming has been confined to the temple by Fahua Temple, if it weren't for Xuan Ming being a strong man, Fahua Temple might even imprison him. ”

After listening to Qin Xiangtian's introduction, Shen Lang glanced at Xuan Ming with interest, this kind of extreme person is often a martial arts genius, because only this kind of persistent person can go further on the road of martial arts.

Xuan Ming walked down from the top of the steps step by step, his body was full of momentum, as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father, and his eyes were staring at Qin Xiangtian with a trace of eyes.

Qin Xiangtian looked not afraid, and looked at Xuan Ming calmly, on the entire Continent of the Gods, except for those major forces and hidden old monsters, Qin Xiangtian is really not afraid of anyone, although Xuan Ming's reputation in the rivers and lakes is not weak, but it is still unknown which of the two is stronger or weaker.

Click!!

The ground under Xuan Ming's feet cracked inch by inch, and spread out like spider webs in all directions.

Qin Xiangtian's clothes were flying, the hunting exploded, and the momentum of the two kept colliding in the air, and some fallen leaves that fell on the ground were blown and flew around.

An invisible barrier emanated in front of Shen Lang, easily blocking the aftermath of the collision between Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming's momentum.

Shen Lang and the others did not intervene, but stood quietly to the side, watching the battle between the two.

The little novice of Fahua Temple saw Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming move his hands, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the depths of the temple, reporting to the top.

Rumble!!!

Xuan Ming and Qin Xiangtian's momentum reached its peak, and they threw a punch one after another, and the two fists collided in the air, and a terrifying power erupted from the two of them.

The place where Shen Lang and the others were at this time was a corridor, and there were red pillars on both sides of the corridor, and under the aftermath of the two of them, they were cracked, crumbling, and would collapse at any time.

Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming didn't care what place this was, but their bodies changed rapidly and began to fight fiercely.

Qin Xiangtian's double fists are wrapped in cyan true qi, between each punch, there is great power, but Xuan Ming is not weak, Xuan Ming is practicing a powerful fist in Fahua Temple, "King Kong Boxing", it is said that King Kong Boxing is a kind of boxing created by the strongest ancestor of Fahua Temple in his later years, although it is not the ultimate martial arts, but it is also considered to be the top.

In the Fahua Temple, in addition to the strongest ancestor, only two people have successfully cultivated, and the two monks who have cultivated into Vajra Boxing are all superb people in Buddhism, and they are dedicated to the Buddha, only to protect the Fahua Temple, and make a great wish, they will be cultivated.

But Xuan Ming relied on extreme hatred, only hatred for the people of the Demon Dao, and the two monks went to two extremes, but at the end of the extreme, they were all firm beliefs, and they all went to the same end, so Xuan Ming was able to cultivate into Vajra Fist.

Between each punch of Xuan Ming, it is like an angry King Kong, and Xuan Ming has long thick eyebrows and big eyes, like the protector of Buddhism, King Kong, at this time, the King Kong fist is displayed, just like King Kong in the world.

Watching the fierce battle between the two, Yuan Zhenyang and the others behind Shen Lang watched intently, only Shen Lang, his eyes looked into the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boom Boom Boom !!

The pillars on both sides of the corridor finally couldn't withstand the aftermath of the battle between Qin Xiangtian and Xuanming, and collapsed violently.

Shen Lang and the others did not move under their feet, and all the bricks and tiles were swept away by their true qi, which did not affect them in the slightest.

Qin Xiangtian's right hand crossed his chest, and he punched out vigorously, and Xuan Ming, who was shocked, kept retreating, and at this moment, Qin Xiangtian's hands quickly sealed, and a huge golden seal suddenly hit Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down.

"Emperor's Seal"

Emperor Qin's Heart Sutra is a very powerful technique in Emperor Qin's Heart Sutra, and it was beaten by Qin Xiangtian at this time, and its power is very terrifying.

"Stop. ”

Just when Xuan Ming was defeated by Qin Xiangtian, a loud cheer came from afar, and then a round of Buddha seals with the word "swastika" fell from the sky and shrouded Qin Xiangtian.

At this time, Qin Xiangtian, because he had just used the emperor's seal, the true qi in his body had not yet recovered, and he was powerless to resist this swastika Buddha seal.

Rumble!!!

A powerful feather arrow suddenly shot out from behind Shen Lang, and before the swastika Buddha seal fell, it was shattered by an arrow and dissipated between heaven and earth.

As the swastika Buddha seal was shattered, an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows walked quickly from afar, and the monk was at the same distance between each step, but the seemingly unfast pace came to Shen Lang and the others in the blink of an eye.

"Donors, please calm your anger, it's my Fahua Temple that has no way to discipline me, so Xuan Ming collided with several donors. ”

Shen Lang has been standing there quietly, this old monk, at the beginning of Qin Xiangtian's fight with Xuan Ming, has already come here, but he has not made a move, until Xuan Ming was defeated by Qin Xiangtian, he suddenly came out.

Qin Xiangtian looked at the old monk with an unkind expression, but Qin Xiangtian unexpectedly didn't make a move, as if he was very jealous of the old monk.

"Who are you?"

Li Zong slowly put down the Heaven-Shaking Bow in his hand and asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is the first martial arts hall of Fahua Temple, just now I was nearby, I felt the breath of Xuanming and Qin Shizhu, so I rushed over, hey, it's still a step late, but fortunately Qin Shizhu was not injured, otherwise my Fahua Temple would not be able to explain to the Qin family." ”

The old monk's eyelids drooped, and he sighed and said.

"Senior brother, this Qin Xiangtian's hands are covered with blood, and he has a lot of evil debts, I want to represent the Buddha and cross him. ”

Xuan Ming, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, stood behind the old monk, his eyes were blood-red, and he shouted angrily.

"Presumptuous, Xuan Ming, Lord Qin is the brother of the head of the Qin family, you are so rude today, where do you put my Fahua Temple?"

The old monk glared at Xuan Ming angrily and reprimanded.

Although Xuan Ming is jealous and hateful, it does not mean that he is irrational, after the old monk's reprimand, Xuan Ming glared at Qin Xiangtian fiercely, and did not speak.

Just as the old monk was making amends to Shen Lang and the others, a group of monks came over in the distance, and the little novice who went to report the news was also among them, following behind those monks.

Some of those monks were kind and kind-eyed, some had cold expressions, and some were expressionless, but those monks were all dressed similarly, all wearing blood-red robes, but the spars inlaid on them were different.