Lin Ze was beaten back by the old man Xuanyin for more than ten steps, and under the erosion of the crow god's divine power, he gradually felt overwhelmed, and his body was injured everywhere.

The True Yuan, which was only at the peak of the second order, was finally facing exhaustion, and the distracting thoughts of the Crow God that interfered with him constantly echoed in his mind, and even more affected his punches.

Lin Ze, who was weakening and declining, turned pale, and stepped on the ground with one foot, which was not enough, and he took root in the ground with one foot, and after blocking the punch of the old man Xuanyin, he doubled the color, and the punch hit the old man Xuanyin on the cheek, causing the old man of Xuanyin to fly out.

But just as Lin Ze was about to exchange for a breath of fresh air and slow down the agitated True Yuan, the old man Xuanyin who flew out swept across with one leg and whipped heavily on Lin Ze's neck.

This half-baked Crow God Divine Son really fused his divine power more completely, and was beaten out by Lin Ze, he could still fight back, and instantly reversed the direction, his feet touched the ground, and his body stepped forward again.

The situation that was gradually tilting towards Lin Ze's unfavorable direction became more disparity, and Lin Ze slowly felt a little anxious in his heart.

The old man Xuanyin locked Lin Ze within two steps of each other this time, making Lin Ze unable to get close to him or break away.

As his body became more and more accustomed to the transformation of the Crow God's divine blood, the old man Xuanyin's shots became more and more flexible, but he didn't dare to be too aggressive, and only wanted to drag Lin Ze to death.

In his heart, he always felt that this young man in front of him, who was only at the peak of the second order, had something enough to threaten his own strength.

Just at the end of his wave of offensives, the aura that had originally escaped in the air was reined in by him, the pores all over his body tightened, and the originally powerful tricks became feminine and weird, and the lingering yin energy slowly wrapped around Lin Ze like a poisonous snake, looking for Lin Ze's most subtle flaw, and then issued a fatal blow.

Seeing that Lin Ze was gradually revealing his unbearable appearance, the old man Xuanyin suddenly laughed, even if his physical body reached the terrifying level of a disciple of the Buddha Sect Vajra, how long could his second-order peak cultivation maintain his combat effectiveness?

What he needs is to add a fire to the process of Lin Ze's rout.

Between thoughts, the dark crow divine power of the old man Xuanyin rushed towards Lin Ze, and under the cover of the divine power, the old man Xuanyin suddenly broke through Lin Ze's defense with both hands.

With his feet on the ground, the old man Xuanyin slammed into Lin Ze's chest like a monster.

The proceeds of killing people and exceeding goods, the fourth-order inferior exercises, the collapse of the city!

In an instant, a terrifying destructive force erupted, and all the power in his body was smelted into a single force, which crashed out of his shoulder, like a high-speed truck, and slammed into Lin Ze's chest.

The heavy attack made Lin Ze's chest make a dull loud sound like a hammer drum.

Forcibly enduring the pain coming from his ribs, Lin Ze spurted out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand in the air, and prepared to perform another iron crushing style without hesitation!

However, at the same time, the old man Xuanyin suddenly let out a sharp chirp, and under this scream, Lin Ze's heart was suddenly shocked, and he fluctuated uncontrollably.

"Damn it!"

Lin Ze didn't slow down for a while, the chirping sound was obviously a special spell of the Raven God, which was extremely strange and oppressed the soul.

Boom!

When Lin Ze was in a trance, the old man Xuanyin punched him, beating Lin Ze to the point that his mouth and nose were bleeding, and the whole person fell backwards. The old man of Xuanyin smiled fiercely, his arm stretched out like lightning, and his five fingers were in the shape of claws, and he clasped Lin Ze's left hand.

Secret skill, big dragon claw!

The old man Xuanyin's arms strangled up like a coiling dragon, and the divine power between his claws surged, like a sharp blade, Lin Ze's left hand suddenly twisted open, cracking countless hideous bloody mouths.

Let out a roar of pain.

Lin Ze did not retreat but advanced, taking advantage of his physical body, and after approaching the old man Xuanyin, he slammed his head into the eyes of the old man Xuanyin.

Like the eggshell cracked, the old man Xuanyin also let out a painful roar, and the eyeball of his right eye was like being hit by a boulder, breaking into a paste, his mind was in chaos, and a feeling of nausea and wanting to vomit suddenly came.

Lin Ze was also shocked backwards by his own head hammer, but as soon as his right leg stepped back and fell half a step steadily, Lin Ze stopped his body.

It turned out that the old man Xuanyin was in a dizzy state, and he grabbed Lin Ze's right hand.

"Big Snatching Dragonclaw!"

The old man Xuanyin let out a vague scream, and his hands surged with divine power, and he actually wanted to abolish Lin Ze's right hand again!

Lin Ze's eyes widened suddenly, if his right hand was also temporarily abolished, then he would definitely lose. The thought came in an instant, and the [Gale Comes] skill card in his mind suddenly turned into a ray of light and merged into his body.

[Coming from the Wind]: Increases movement speed by 50% for 10 seconds, dodging all physical attacks, and when using this skill again, all effects that reduce your movement speed will be removed.

"The wind will take away the proof that you once existed. ”

Like a woman's gentle chanting, a layer of wind invisible to the naked eye covered Lin Ze's body surface.

The hands of the old man Xuanyin who were about to exert his strength suddenly seemed to be grasping a ball of air, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

When his eyes widened in disbelief, Lin Ze jumped up and kicked him in the temple.

"Drink!"

The old man of Xuanyin, who was kicked three steps back, shouted angrily, his palms were like blades, and the thunder was out of the sheath, but it was like raindrops into the lake, only a slight ripple, Lin Ze's face was indifferent, and he did not suffer any damage!

The wind is coming, and the magic is so magical!

When the old man of Xuanyin was trembling and doubting his life, Lin Ze took a breath of fresh air, lifted it with one arm, his shoulders were like flowing water, the tips of his elbows were like eagle's beaks, and finally his hands and fists were completed in one go, like a dragon out of a hole, specializing in the head of the old man of Xuanyin.

Ten seconds seems like a short time, but for Lin Ze, it can punch a hundred times!

At first, the old man Xuanyin still wanted to fight back, but after punching several times, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, he turned from attack to defense, resisting Lin Ze's offensive to the death.

Lin Ze's first eighty punches were all resisted, but the last twenty punches finally broke up the old man's defense, and smashed firmly on the forehead of the old man Xuanyin, making his skin open and his face blurred.

When the tenth second comes, the [Gale Comes] skill card turns into a streamer and returns to his mind.

Lin Ze Zhenyuan broke through the embankment like a flood, his feet fell to the ground, and his right arm shrank back, as if he was gathering momentum.

This is a matter of life and death.

"Move mountains!"

With the faint sound in his throat, Lin Ze's momentum skyrocketed, and the green tendons of his whole body burst out, and the secret technique from the Xitu Demon Temple instantly raised Lin Ze's physical body to the level of a true Zen wrestler.

As the largest Buddhist sect in the Western Territory, the number of monks who have been sanctified in the flesh of Fumo Temple is the largest in the world.

A hundred years ago, the power of Middle-earth was reshuffled, and the Fumo Temple went from Middle-earth to the west, and the distance of millions of miles was by no means a smooth road, and a large number of high-level secret techniques were lost along the way.

This style of "moving mountains" is one of the formulas in the "Ten Styles of Rulai", one of the three secret texts of Fumo Temple.

Wandering for decades, I don't know how to get into the hands of Lin Guanhai through the hands of a few people, and a few days ago he gave Lin Ze as a so-called additional reward.

The man in white said a fluttering extra reward, but Lin Ze knew how heavy this "moving mountains" was.

However, the fire is smokeless, the leaves fall silently, and the deep affection of people is often needless to say. Lin Ze knows that it is not important to hold it in his heart and put it in his mouth, but not to forget is the most important thing.

One of the three styles that "Ten Styles of Rulai" is missing, and the "moving mountains" style happens to be the most suitable for Lin Ze.

As the most basic of the ten forms, a technique that purely strengthens the strength of the physical body, for Lin Ze, who has taken the vajra fruit and has a perfect physical body, there is no difficulty in getting started, and it is completely a smooth road to practice.

It was learned in just three days, and he barely carved the Sanskrit word "mountain" on his chest with the true yuan, and he was able to perform a half-made pseudo-"moving mountain" style, such a speed even the monks of the Fumo Temple were stunned when they saw it, even if the Buddha under the abbot's seat, at most this was done.

The Buddhist "mountain" character seal on the chest bloomed like an angry lotus in an instant, and the magnificent power was transmitted to the whole body like a rhizome.

There are so many pseudo-gods and evil gods killed by the Fumo Temple every year, and the complete "Ten Styles of Rulai" is even claimed to be not inferior to the Buddha's incarnation!

Lin Ze was like a raging beast, his feet stepped out of a deep depression, and the power gathered from his legs was stirring in his body through the twisting of his waist, and finally rushed into his intact right hand, spreading upwards along his arms, boom!

A punch with a terrifying amplitude is like a volcanic eruption, and the air flow is swept away like a hurricane!

It's not King Kong who wins King Kong, this punch, I can move the mountain!

Destroy God!