The middle-aged man was like a wind around Kongjian and kept attacking, but Kongmi stood still like a reef, no matter how strong and complicated his offensive was, he was not moved, but single-mindedly urged the defense of "Golden Bell Jar", waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. The sound of 'clang' in the field resounded, and the remaining gray-clothed man could only watch the two fight in amazement, and had no ability to intervene.

At this point in the battle, the weakness of Kongjian's kung fu has also been exposed, and like Kongwen, the shortcomings of his body are the shortcomings they share. "Golden Bell Jar" kung fu defense is unparalleled, but light skills are not his forte, and the other "Dragon God Legs" he learned is also a leg method that focuses on offensive ferocity.

Therefore, in the face of a middle-aged man with extremely dexterous skills, Kongjian can only focus on defense.

However, the name of "Golden Bell Jar" is not just talking after all, no matter how the middle-aged man bombards and splits, I always stand still, and the middle-aged man's offensive is tricky and fierce, but I also feel helpless, like a mouse pulling a turtle - I can't start!

In this way, the scene is actually stalemate.

"The golden bell jar, one of the four great divine skills of Shaolin, is really extraordinary, it seems that you have reached the eighth level of skill, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to resist my palm shadow!" The middle-aged man saw that he could not break through the opponent's golden bell jar defense, and his heart couldn't help but move, and he immediately withdrew and retreated, no longer doing these useless skills.

In the eighth level of the Golden Bell Jar, the internal strength cultivation has reached the realm where the whole body is not injured by sharp weapons, and there are only three inches left in the whole body. And if it doesn't hit the practitioner's three-inch door, it will be difficult for outsiders to break through the defense of the golden bell jar from the outside.

It is precisely knowing this that middle-aged people will withdraw and step back to entangle too much with Kongjian. However, this is enough to prove from the other side that this person is well aware of the characteristics of "Golden Bell Jar", and it is very likely that a group of Shaolin's lost kung fu is in their hands. As soon as he thought of this, Sora's gaze at the middle-aged man became more and more intense.

The short fight between the two was extremely brilliant, and the afterglow that erupted alone shook the gray-clothed disciples who were close to them to death, and only a few people who were a little farther away were lucky enough to save their lives. However, they have also been frightened by the fierce competition between the two, how dare they rashly approach the two who are competing against each other?!

The middle-aged man received the order of the master to come to slaughter the fire qilin, but before he saw the face of the fire qilin, he was almost wiped out, and he had the heart to kill the empty sight in his heart!

Now that the battle with Kongjian has been unconquered for a long time, he is also very anxious in his heart. At the moment, there was a strange roar, soaring straight into the air, condescendingly urging the palm power, and in an instant, the surging white energy emerged layer by layer, and the waves swarmed to the empty view below.

This palm is no different from the palm technique used in the previous fight, but the true qi urged is very different, and the power is naturally several times stronger, and the palm power is like a real water tide, hitting the top of Kongjian's head!

"Is it the Yi Jin Sutra of the White-level Futu?!" Kong Jian was stunned, and recognized the internal kung fu used by the other party at a glance. He has been with Kongwen for a long time, so he naturally recognizes this magic skill.

The opponent's offensive was extremely fast, and he had no time to think, so he urged the golden bell jar without thinking at the moment, and tried his best to defend it. Hearing only a loud sound of 'bang', Kongmi was shocked by the opponent's palm force and took a few steps back, his face couldn't help but turn white, and dense cracks appeared on the golden giant bell that appeared around him, and there was a momentum of complete shattering.

After repelling the empty sight with one palm, the middle-aged man in mid-air couldn't help but be happy, and with the strength of fighting each other, he rose up again, and attacked again. To say that the middle-aged man with the white-level Futu Yijin Sutra, if he was measured by his real ability, he would definitely be several times stronger than the golden bell jar of the eighth level of Kongjian. However, the kung fu of "Golden Bell Jar" itself is known for its strong defensive power. As long as his cover door is not broken, even if the enemy's internal kung fu is several times higher than his, it will always be difficult to inflict any real damage on him.

Moreover, since the door of "The Golden Bell Jar" is the only weakness, its protection must be extremely thoughtful, but where is it so easy to find?

Although he failed to successfully break through the defense of the golden bell jar of Kongjian, it has also injured his vitality and greatly damaged his combat power!

The middle-aged man was bent on eradicating the empty view, and now that he saw that the attack was working, he naturally ignored him, and resolutely continued to make moves at the moment, pushing the "Yijin Sutra" straight to the peak realm. He was in mid-air, and once again condescendingly slashed his palm, enveloping Kongmi's entire person in the palm. The strength is like a sword, rotating and shrinking around the golden bell.

The golden bell air cover of the "bangbang!!" The golden bell air shield of the Kumi protector was splashed by the sparks of the palm, the sound was chaotic, and the deafening noise was like metal scraping against each other, which made people upset and impatient.

The protective strength of the eighth level of the Golden Bell Jar was still covered with cracks in the face of such a fierce attack of the palm power, and the shape of the Golden Bell was full of cracks, and it had already begun to show the precursors of collapse, and it was a little unable to resist the opponent's attack. Kongjian's face became more and more pale, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be overjoyed, his spirit was lifted, and his subordinates made strong moves, and at the same time shouted: "The golden bell jar of the eighth level is nothing more than that, I will break it for Lao Tzu!"

So far in the fierce battle, the middle-aged man has blasted dozens of shots with all his strength, and with such a fierce attack output, ordinary people have already exhausted their skills and fallen to the ground. However, the middle-aged man with the white-level true qi of the "Yijin Sutra" just gasped for a moment, and then recovered as before, which is really impressive!

In fact, the true qi recovery speed of the White-level Yi Jin Sutra was almost equal to the output of full strength. That is to say, as long as the middle-aged person is willing, he can maintain the mode of full strength until he can no longer afford the vibration of the magnetic field.

As soon as the middle-aged man shouted, more than a dozen layers of palm shadows suddenly collided with each other, and they exploded in unison, which was his long-awaited nirvana. Each palm shadow is at least equivalent to a blow at the beginning of the white level of the "Yijin Sutra", and more than a dozen palm shadows explode at the same time, which is almost equivalent to three or four middle-aged people shooting with all their strength at the same time, and its power is simply immeasurable.

In the face of such a terrifying blow, no matter how strong the eighth level of the Golden Bell Jar is, it still can't resist it. It was too late to say that it was too fast, and only the crisp sound of "click, click" could be heard, and the golden bell shape formed by the condensation of the true qi of the eighth level of Kongjian suddenly exploded and shattered, and countless golden fragments like essence shot wildly in all directions, and its destructive power was even better than the 'Nine Arrows of Feng Wu' shot with all his might.

The golden fragments shot in all directions, and naturally there were many middle-aged people who shot into the air, but the characteristics of the middle-aged people and even the golden bell jar had already expected such a scene before they made a move, so they were not panicked at all in the face of this scene. He smiled long and hard in his mouth, his eyes flashed with a cruel and cold smile, and his palms waved to protect his body, protecting himself every bit. Just waited for the last wave of aftermath to pass, and calmly stepped forward to end Kongjian's surname.

The Golden Bell Qi Mass of the body was destroyed by external forces, and the magic of "Golden Bell Jar" was broken, and the lifelong penance of cultivation will be exhausted, and the whole body of kung fu will be wasted from then on. The golden light shines with its last rays of light, and then it is about to fall into eternal darkness. The middle-aged man, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but express the joy of victory, but in the blink of an eye, his face still changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost: "Damn!

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden change in the field. The faint golden light suddenly rose again, and it was even more dazzling than before, only dyeing all the mountain walls in all directions a golden yellow.

The middle-aged man who was in the golden light couldn't open his eyes, and there were suddenly warnings in his heart. In a panic, he lost the calmness and composure that a warrior should have, so he just waved out a piece of palm shadow in front of him, and retreated towards the rear with scattered steps. He had barely taken two steps when a whistling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and then an iron fist slammed into his chest without any fancy.

The giant force invaded the body, and immediately broke the bones, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out of the sky, and the middle-aged man seemed to be hit head-on by a giant elephant running wildly, and the whole person suddenly flew out upside down, slamming into the hard stone wall behind him, printing a realistic human-shaped hole.

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