Arrogance!

This is what every Buddhist person thinks, and it is a shame that thirteen heavenly and human masters have formed the "Thirteen Holy Monk Formation", and they are so underestimated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The hearts of everyone in Yujing Mountain were excited, no one knew the power of this formation better than them, the skills of the thirteen people were condensed together, and they could almost be compared to the peerless masters of the Broken Realm!

Between the rotation of the formation, each person is good at different exercises, as if in a wheel battle with thirteen masters of the Broken Realm, no matter how extraordinary a person is, he has to be restrained.

Rumble!

Xiao Chen made a move, gathering momentum to the extreme, thundering out, punching out, rippling layers of ripples, the golden huge fist mark seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, he killed thirteen people in front of him.

"Mighty King Kong Fist", "Mighty King Kong Palm", "Mighty King Kong Finger" are all Shaolin stunts, and it is indeed rare to be able to be fierce and fierce.

Although these thirteen people were angry in their hearts, they had gone through a hundred years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, and their shots were unambiguous, and the star universe in the formation became more and more vast.

"Let me come!"

The formation changed again, and an old monk in gray had already faced Xiao Chen, his arms were different from ordinary people, his bones were amazing, his palms naturally drooped enough to reach his knees, and his fists burst out, like a dragon.

This collision is really shattering, and the ghosts are terrifying!

The two sides attacked, the true yuan was surging, sweeping in all directions, and every time they collided, the long-armed old man had the upper hand with the powerful skills of the twelve people behind him.

Xiao Chen was not discouraged at all, but let out a long roar, his golden body collided with the other party, and the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded for hundreds of miles. made Shi Feixuan and others on the side both shocked and admired.

In the blink of an eye, thirty moves have passed, and the long-armed old monk's mouth bursts. Wow spat out a mouthful of blood, and his fist was powerful. After all, his body is not as good as Xiao Chen, who carried "King Kong is not bad".

Just as he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, this formation changed again, and he was slapped on the chest with a flower in front of him!

Boom~

The flesh and blood body is like fine iron brass, with a loud bang, Xiao Chen was caught off guard, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!

The earth and rocks under his feet cracked, and Xiao Chen had already pounced on him again. Too fast, the palms pierced through the sky, and it arrived in front of the master of the palm like a bolt of lightning, and the palms exploded, like the sun exploding, and the palm shadows in the sky bombarded the person's body, as if a thousand hands were coming to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

With fist to fist, palm to palm, since this old monk injured himself with his palm. When he was about to return a tooth for a tooth, his gesture changed, and thousands of arms suddenly turned out behind the golden figure in the martial arts phantom.

"Brother Chen's "Thousand Hands Like Palms" is already in full swing, and this great monk is going to suffer. Erzhu was holding a one-man-tall black broadsword. I spent a lot of time watching the game from the sidelines.

Everyone has already seen that the solidity of Xiao Chen's physical body has long surpassed common sense, and the depth of the true element of internal strength. I'm afraid that these hundred-year-old monsters are far behind, and they have an innate advantage. If it weren't for the fact that this formation was really tight, the opponent's plan would have been defeated.

Just be prepared for a long time. Xiao Chen's true yuan was exhausted, and when his true yuan was sufficient, the outcome was really unknown.

Rumble!

The shadow of the palm in the sky is like a thousand hands of the Buddha, suppressing all kinds of evils, this old monk has been slapped three palms before ten moves, and the blood and qi are sluggish and the face is like gold paper.

"It's nothing more than you can only control the method, the old monk has to go home and practice more!"

Xiao Chen was full of spirits, and his mouth was even more ruthless, and the injured old monk rushed to his throat with a mouthful of blood, almost wanting to spurt blood.

"The devil cub is too deceitful!

With an angry shout, an old man holding a magic sword had already attacked Xiao Chen's side like a shapeshift, there were no superfluous moves, returning to the basics of swordsmanship, and the sharp aura made Xiao Chen's cold hair stand on end!

Even people who don't know martial arts can sense how dangerous this sword is, condensing the true yuan and the power of heaven and earth to the extreme, piercing through the gold cave stone like cutting through the clay.

"Be careful!"

Fan Yueyi's expression tightened, and she couldn't help but exclaim, it was really a thrill of this sword, and it had suddenly appeared on Xiao Chen's side.

The old monk's expression was hideous, and his eyebrows were full of viciousness, this kind of swordsmanship was by no means owned by Buddhism, but more like an assassin's swordsmanship.

"Die!"

Xiao Chen saw the hideousness on the old monk's face, saw the bulging green tendons, and vaguely seemed to see the trajectory of the flow of the true yuan.

There has never been a moment like now, Xiao Chen's spirit is highly concentrated, the more critical, the more calm, and his body is walking sideways in violation of the rules, like a stroke of genius, avoiding this sword dangerously.

This is "A Reed Crossing the River" in Shaolin stunts!

Legend has it that Bodhidharma entered the East to preach, and after Emperor Wu of Liang and Bodhidharma talked, Emperor Wu of Liang felt deep remorse, and after learning the news of Bodhidharma's departure, he immediately sent people to chase after him on a mule. When chasing to the middle of the shogunate mountain, the peaks on both sides suddenly closed, and a group of people was sandwiched between the two peaks, Bodhidharma was walking to the river, and saw someone coming, so he broke a reed and threw it into the river by the river, turned into a flat boat, and floated across the river.

And "Crossing the River with a Reed" is obviously more advanced than the legend, why do you need reeds to walk across the sky, and the whole world has turned into a smooth road under your feet.

Xiao Chen was originally just a rough understanding and did not practice in depth, but under the crisis of life and death, he suddenly understood it.

Laugh at!

A wisp of overflowing sword qi knocked off the purple sandalwood bun on the top of his head, and a long black hair was scattered below his waist, like a Xuanshui waterfall, which was swept up by the True Yuan Gang Wind at this moment, and was instantly blown backwards, which was extremely dazzling.

The little girl hid in her mother's arms, staring blankly at the peerless back, and her not majestic body suddenly became extremely tall in her eyes.

Dressed in a green robe, Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh that the battlefield of life and death was indeed the best place to hone people, and the fighting spirit was even stronger.

Zhenyuan was shocked, and some of the torn clothes turned into fragments and scattered with the wind, revealing a sturdy upper body, although there were no terrifying muscles and muscles, but each piece was as powerful as a knife and axe.

Spit out a mouthful of turbidity, a sword suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's hand, looked at it without stopping for a moment, and said to the thirteen people who rushed towards him quickly, "Buddhism has always rarely used swords, just because the swordsmanship is sharp, both sides are bladed, and the meaning of compassion is not in harmony, and your sword technique is even more contrary to the true meaning of Buddhism's sword technique, and today let you see clearly what is the orthodox sword of Buddhism!"

"Hmph, how about my Buddhism, it's not your turn to be a demon thief to comment on it!"

The sword-wielding old man snorted coldly, his words were full of disdain, and the magic sword was radiant, and with a stab, it was close to Xiao Chen's chest in an instant.

Such a swordsmanship is really weird, it was completely born for assassination, and the sudden outbreak would have fallen if it were an ordinary person.

The sword light of the Heavenly Sword flashed, the sword qi exploded, and the "Dharma Sword Technique" was like an antelope hanging its horns, blocking the opponent's sword without a trace.

Bite!

"Ah~!"

The old man's cry of pain came at this time, the palm holding the sword was broken by Qi Root, the magic sword fell weakly to the ground, and the faces of the other twelve people changed their faces and changed their formations again.

A big sleeve is hunting, the wind is howling, and the head and face are slashed towards Xiao Chen's cover, and the inside of the big sleeve is circulating, which seems to be the legendary sleeve and the art of Buddhism in the palm. (To be continued.) )