"How can there be any momentum?"

Feeling the vibration from Qianfeng, as well as the strength that was suddenly canceled, Jian Chen was puzzled for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This change came extremely quickly, and just when he thought that there was someone behind the warrior monk who made the move, another powerful force of similar power poured into his body from the Qianfeng stick.

It's not afraid, but it's strange.

Regardless of the strength that was about to blast into his body for the time being, he swept his eyes, and his heart was even more surprised.

The thirteen stick monks, except for the person who shot at him, the rest did not move a single step, only holding the short stick with their hands on the eyebrows, and watched the attack of the two with cold eyes.

At this moment, the person who confronted him was empty behind him, and there was no one to help him.

That's weird......

While Jian Chen was thinking about it, the second force that poured into his body was absorbed by his chaotic internal force, and then recoiled.

This time, his mind was quickly focused on the strength of this recoil, although the strength that came from the warrior monk was not enough to cause him any damage, but he had to figure out the situation first.

Smack!

Sure enough, the strength of this recoil will pour out, and suddenly another force will blow from the other party, and the two will collide and cancel.

"This ......"

Jian Chen's complexion changed again.

Where this power came from, even if he focused on it, he still didn't know, but he could feel that this strength was much more powerful than before.

Smack!

Slap, slap, smack, smack!

In the midst of hesitation, at the intersection of the weapons of the two people opposing the sticks, the crackling sound was like popping beans, and it was endless.

Absorption, recoiling, colliding, canceling, and repeating the process.

The difference is that each time the force that surges in is much greater than the previous gravity.

In this way, when the sound of the detonation reached the sixth ring, its strength was so fierce that it was not weaker than the Ten Thousand Buddha Killings of Enlightenment, and even surpassed it!

When the forces of the two sides collided for the third time, Jian Chen was shocked to find that when each sound exploded, the chaotic internal force in his body, which had been rotating continuously as a protection, was actually affected by the force of the shock and delayed by a few points.

By the time the sixth sound sounded, it had already stopped spinning!

Now his chaotic internal force is no longer like only standing still when he is the first heavy, but it will maintain a rotating momentum regardless of whether he fights or not, the difference is only the speed of speed.

Therefore, at this moment, the chaotic internal force is no longer rotating, which means that the protection of his body against external internal forces has disappeared.

Poof!

A mouthful of bloody arrows erupted and shot straight into the face of the warrior monk opposite, making his already angry and hideous face even more vicious.

After the sixth sound, the thirteenth force that followed rushed straight into the body, without the protection of the chaotic internal force, Jian Chen's five internal organs shook violently, and he was unsteady on his feet, and he took three steps backwards.

The confrontation was immediately resolved.

Fortunately, the sluggishness of the chaotic internal force was only for a moment, and then it resumed its rotation, and suddenly swept away the external force that shook into the body, and stopped the expansion of the internal organ injury in time.

"Thief, how is my Shaolin's Demon Arhat Formation?"

The warrior monk struck a blow, wiped the blood on his face with a long laugh, and showed his madness.

Shaolin ...... Lohan......?

Jian Chen stomped as hard as he could, stopped his retreat, and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

When he was a child, when he was taken by his master to buy daily utensils in Xiuning Town, he once saw the children in the town playing a game.

A group of five or six children, first in rock-paper-scissors, the first one, with both hands on their chests, fell prostrate to the ground, and then the other children pressed him one by one in the order of punching.

Often after a round, there are always two or three people who are pressed and screaming, but they are not tired of it.

At that time, he asked Master, what are these children playing?

Master told him that the name of that kind of play was called stacking arhats.

Stack?

I see!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Jian Chen's mind, and he finally understood what was going on with the thirteen gravity powers before.

One layer, one layer.

It turned out that when the warrior monk made a move before, the other twelve people were hit with a heavy iron rod at the same time, but they were all in the same way as the demon suppression formation, and in a way that Jian Chen didn't know, they transmitted their internal force to the body of the person who made the shot.

In this way, it seems that there is only one person fighting against him, but in fact, it is the combined force of thirteen people!

After the thirteen stick monks saved the Tang King, they moved the world, and they were also the backbone of the Shaolin Temple, and each of them was not as good as Mingjue, but it was not much different.

Even if it was Mingjue's full force blow, it could also make Jian Chen vomit blood, not to mention that the combined attack of the thirteen people, if it weren't for the strength that came in one by one, instead of surging up, I am afraid it would not be as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood and taking three steps back.

After thinking about it, although he vomited blood, he felt a little more comfort in his heart, and he was a little shocked to think that any one of the thirteen stick monks had cultivated so much, so it would be a fart, and it would be easier to wipe his neck directly.

"Come again!"

The warrior monk who shot was angry with a hideous bloody face, roared wildly, and didn't want to give Jian Chen a blow at all, and the iron rod with Qi Mei carried a violent wind and roared towards Jian Chen's waist.

"Brother, stop!"

This time, there was still a sound, but it was not a stick, but a human voice.

The iron rod stopped, and the warrior monk with a bloody face turned his head to look, but it was the one who attacked and stopped Jian Chen.

He was stunned for a moment, and puzzled: "This thief should be killed, why did my senior brother stop me?"

"Of course this son will be killed. His senior brother's face was unexpectedly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "But you step back first." ”

The warrior monk was confused, and couldn't help but follow his senior brother's gaze to his arm.

This look, I was shocked.

The first stick he smashed at Jian Chen was held with both hands, so when he looked at his arms, he was shocked to find that from his lower arm to his palm, the green tendons were bursting, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

It was only at this moment that a strong pain suddenly spread throughout his body.

"It's ...... When?" the warrior monk connected his left and right hands to each other's arm acupoints, and only then did he stop the blood surge, but his eyes were blank.

"Huh. Jian Chen suddenly laughed, looked at him, and said, "Master, you are so shocked that you vomit blood under the thirteen sticks, shouldn't you be injured?"

"You-!"

The warrior monk suddenly became furious, and the lowered eyebrow-raising iron rod was about to be raised again.

Suddenly, one person crossed his hand and stopped in front of him, but it was the senior brother who intercepted Jian Chen first.

Seeing that he just patted him lightly, the warrior monk, who was already desperate, retreated to the rear.

Looking at Jian Chen, he said in a deep voice: "Good kung fu, no wonder Senior Brother Mingjue missed." ”

Jian Chen was stunned, and felt guilty, and said, "Master Mingjue, he...... Is it really dead?"

"Hmph!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the opponent's infinite fighting intent, "Evil thief, if I don't kill you today, how can I be worthy of the spirit of Mingjue's senior brother in the sky!"

"Demonic Silence!"

A good eyebrow-raising fine iron rod suddenly turned into thousands of stick shadows in his hand, splitting his head and covering his face to block all directions of Jian Chen.