"Amitabha!"

In the face of the attacking piano sound, the two old monks with wrinkled faces recited a Buddha horn in a low voice at the same time, and one of them stepped forward slowly, and the pale yellow robe waved in front of him, and the energy in the sky instantly dissolved without a trace.

"Kill!"

Jin Yan on the horse suddenly shouted, and the seven brocade guards unsheathed their swords at the same time, and slashed suddenly!

Gathering the strength of seven people and the blessing of the fast horse rushing forward, a fierce and violent energy rushed straight towards the two thin old monks.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The current old monk's robe waved again, and suddenly rose outward, instantly becoming a round ball full of true qi, and the robe infused with true qi was extremely flexible, and the strength of the seven people bombarded the robe only to make it sink slightly.

The next moment, the momentum rebounded, and the seven figures suddenly shook, and threw themselves to the sides with the horses under them.

The old monk also took a few steps back, and was once again tied with his companion.

"The poor monk has been entrusted by others, and he has to do it! I hope you will forgive me!"

The old monk who had not moved all this time bowed slightly.

"What nonsense! If you want to fight, you can fight!"

Chen Ziang has been in a bad mood since he came to this world, his face sank at the moment, his body had flashed out of the horse's back, the long sword was unsheathed, and the six solar terms of spring were swung out one after another.

Spring is the season when the grass sprouts, everything recovers, and is full of vitality, but under Chen Ziang's sword, the vigorous sword intent carries a killing intent that deprives others of their lives.

The six-style swordsmanship was swayed at will in Chen Ziang's hands, and the overwhelming sword qi instantly enveloped the two of them, and the sword qi soared, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded.

"Drink!"

In the shouts of the bronze bell Da Lu, a golden fist suddenly emerged under the dense sword qi.

The old monk, who had not moved, stepped forward on his knees and punched wildly.

The howling wind shrouded his fist, and it also shattered the dense and orderly and layered sword qi in front of him.

"King Kong is not bad, I want to see it!"

Chen Ziang's eyes lit up, he put his sword back into its sheath, his body scurried, and he entered the fight.

The mixed yuan boy gong operated, the golden bell jar was launched, the body was like a dragon, and the fist was like a dragon out of the hole, and the first punch hit the chest of the yellowed monk in it.

Yang Tianshi also jumped out with a gun, and the tip of the spear was connected, covering the other monk's body like a lotus.

"Boom ......"

The old monk with the magic of Buddhism's King Kong is not bad, in the face of Chen Ziang's punch, he did not dodge or dodge, his hands were folded, and his mouth suddenly opened.

Lion's roar!

Chen Ziang's eyes were slight, the wind and thunder in his body were shocking, and the fierce sound waves were like a breeze, which did not affect him at all.

Yang Tianshi on the other side had a tense face, the movements in his hands slowed slightly, and the old monk's robe on the opposite side shook and came towards him.

"Zheng ......"

The sound of the piano was agitated, and the Dao energy seemed to automatically identify people, bypassing Yang Tianshi and crashing into the old monk who had broken his skills.

"When ......"

Chen Ziang slammed his fist into the opponent's chest, and the fierce and strong force suddenly exploded, the figure retreated, and the monk's feet directly preached a ravine of more than ten meters on the ground.

"What a hard body!"

Although Chen Ziang punched the other party away, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

The strength of the other party's physical body exceeded his imagination, and even his current golden bell jar was not as good as the other party!

It seems that the degree of physical enhancement varies depending on the practice of cultivation.

For example, if you are in another world, the physical body that has been nurtured by the demon womb is even stronger than it is now.

"Good kung fu!"

The monk's name is Kuzhu, his eyes showed a look of surprise, and he couldn't help but praise it.

His Buddhism Sect Protector Divine Skill had almost reached its peak in the body refining field, but he didn't want the other party's punch to almost break his skill!

Especially the concussive feeling in the opponent's fist, my body can feel a little numb now.

And the other party is not afraid of his own sonic skills, it seems that today's things are not as easy to do as he imagined.

The thought in his heart turned sharply, and the feet of the withered bamboo were slammed, and the broken mango shoes were scattered.

In the crackling of the earth, he had already rushed out, and with a single fist, the Vajra Aspect that his mind had cultivated jumped out and merged with himself.

A strong and indestructible meaning suddenly appeared on the withered bamboo's thin body, and the fist attack was even more to destroy everything in front of him.

The secret method of Buddhism - Vajra Fist Method!

Chen Ziang's long sword came out of the sheath behind his back, and the sword qi of the summer heat roared towards the other party.

Both of them were powerful people, and as soon as the servants collided with each other, there was a muffled thunder, and the already potholed ground was even more undulating, and the cracked and towering terrain changed back and forth with the movements of the two.

One of the two is a master secretly cultivated by Da Nei, and Chen Ziang has cross-border experience and martial arts bonuses, and the other is a great virtue of Buddhism, with several top Buddhist protector skills. The two crackled and fought together, and the strong wind howled and swept through a radius of dozens of zhang, making it impossible for people to intervene, and it seemed that it was difficult to distinguish in a short period of time.

On the other side, the Xuyun monk waved his martial arts, stepped on the golden lotus, and his breath was incredible, fighting others alone.

The waving of the robe, whether it was Yang Tianshi's spear, the sword qi swung by the seven brocade guards again, or Fang Yuqiong's piano sound with all his strength, could not get close.

But he is also more than self-preservation, and the offense is insufficient.

The scene suddenly fell into a stalemate.

Fang Yu Qiongyu's hand stroked, the sound of the piano resounded non-stop, and the sound of the piano that could affect the mood of others was useless on the two old monks who were about to enter the earth with half of their bodies, so they could only fight hard with brute force.

Occasionally, she also looked at Chen Ziang, who was fighting with the withered bamboo, and her eyes couldn't help but be full of surprise.

She had seen the skills of her colleague before, although Sun En had several kinds of peerless knowledge, but after all, he was still young, his true qi was insufficient, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing had not been completely opened, so it stands to reason that he might not be able to please even if he was compared with himself.

But now?

A group of his own people worked hard to hold a Void Cloud monk, and Sun En was able to suppress the withered bamboo alone!

He took a body explosion pill, right?

You must know that the two old monks of Withered Bamboo and Xuyun have teamed up to face a Buddhist master who is not left behind by a congenital real person!

The battle situation became more and more intense, and between Chen Ziang and the withered bamboo, there was a sonic boom and waves of air gushing out.

And the seven brocade guards are gradually overwhelmed.

"Monk, if you want to save people, stop me!"

Fang Yuqiong saw that Yang Tianshi and himself were about to be unable to suppress Monk Xuyun, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Wei Zaode's throat on horseback.

"Amitabha!"

Xuyun chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, but his subordinates did not stop at all, and under the onslaught, Yang Tianshi had to retreat again and again.

"What? Do monks want to kill people too?"

Fang Yuqiong's brows furrowed, and her face was anxious.

"Drive!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the rear, and the sound of hooves sounded one after another, and they were all in one.

"What's going on?"

A familiar voice sounded far behind him, and Fang Yuqiong, who heard the voice, couldn't help but feel happy on his face. He hurriedly looked back and shouted, "General, these two bald donkeys have come to intercept and kill the prisoners!"

"Hmm!"

There was a coldness in his voice.

Kong Boren led a hundred sergeants to rush in.

"It's good to be a monk, eat in the temple and chant Buddha! You don't have to pay taxes, it's already the mercy of the imperial court, and you dare to stop the arrest of prisoners in broad daylight!"

"This kind of person should be killed!"

As soon as the killer landed, the surging killing machine had already filled the audience.

The sergeants behind him held swords at the same time, and Kong Boren in front of him drew his swords and slashed!

The murderous aura in the sky shrank suddenly, and all gathered on his blade.

The sharp sword light rushed into the sky, turning into a long knife of true qi more than ten meters, stirring up layers of qi waves, falling from the sky, and slashing the void clouds.

The murderous aura locked on the void cloud, and also pressed his body to sink, facing the long knife falling from the sky, a trace of despair suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the robe outside his body suddenly rose, like a mosquito fighting a fire, wrapped towards the long knife above.

"Thorny ......"

The robe was torn apart, and a figure pierced out from below, heading straight for the battle circle between Chen Ziang and the withered bamboo.

The long knife swept and splashed with energy.

Chen Ziang stepped a little under his feet, and his body rose from the ground.

There was a bang on the ground, and a corpse was thrown out, and a dead bamboo with a broken arm pierced into the grove on the side of the road.

"To chase or not to chase?"

Yang Tianshi's hand holding the gun tightened.

"Forget it, it's important to get down to business!"

Fang Yuqiong looked at Chen Ziang, who was expressionless, and shook her head.