Birds chirping and cicadas chirping, the sky is clear, and the sun has reached the top of his head in a blink of an eye, Ling Hu Chong secretly screamed a bad breath, and planned to leave Qingfeng Gang with a heavy sword of Xuantie, and he couldn't help but scold in his mouth, saying that people are old and become fine, this famous "angry King Kong" is really getting older and more confused, and he has been blind for two days and has been harassed by mosquitoes for two nights.

When Linghu was rushing through the forest path, a strange-looking, dark-skinned, golden-yellow guy with golden hair on his head approached him, he was wearing a fiery red monk's robe, humming a little song all the way, and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

"Little Wang Ba Lamb get out of the way, don't get in the way of the Buddha, otherwise I will chop you alive. The golden-haired man looked unhappy, and shouted at the top of his voice.

This forest path is already narrow, and it can't allow two people to pass at the same time, and the golden haired man's face is fierce, and he seems to be very unhappy that Ling Hu Chong does not obediently cooperate to make way, and he reaches out and grabs him.

And Ling Hu Chong is also a peerless genius who breaks the shackles of the flesh and mortal body, the absolute master-level master of the entire Xiaoao Jianghu Shijie, who is arrogant and higher than the sky, how can he give way to a golden ugly ghost. You said to talk well, friendly negotiation, that's okay, actually started as soon as you came up, and planned to use force to solve it, this is really a miracle, it can't be when I make Hu Chong bully.

I saw him raise his hand to block it, and then he bounced away the big hand of the golden retriever man, turned around and slapped the chest of the golden retriever with a palm, and shook the golden retriever out of the air, to the surprise of Ling Hu Chong, the chest of the golden retriever actually shook back a huge liliang, forcing him to take a few steps back to resolve the huge force.

Ling Hu Chong looked at the strange dress of the golden-haired man, his body shook suddenly, and he suddenly realized, gritted his teeth and said: "You can't be that fucking foreign evil monk, King Moro!"

"Haha, yes, Lord Buddha, I am the King of Moro, the monkey in the Central Plains is really interesting, not only the woman is delicate, but even a little white face like you is so sensible, you actually know the honorific name of the Buddha. King Moro laughed loudly, "I have a good eye, in order to show you a reward, I will leave you a whole corpse!"

"Fuck, you son of a bitch! You know, I've been waiting for you here for two days and two nights. Ling Hu Chong trembled, clenched his hands tightly, his fingers were pinched white, and the emotions that had been suppressed for two days finally found a breakthrough and broke out completely.

He suddenly turned into a furious wind, rushed to King Moro, and directly unleashed the most fierce and domineering Eighteen Dragon Descending Palms, slapping King Moro on the chest.

This is the first time he has used this set of palms in the process of fighting the enemy since he learned the eighteen palms of the dragon, and there is no other reason for him, just because this set of palms is powerful and domineering, and the palm is to the flesh, and it is enjoyable to fight.

"Fuck you, a lama doesn't shave his bald head, and he dares to wear such a big handful of miscellaneous hair, his mother is still golden, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

"Let you call King Moro such a earthy name!"

"Let you kill people and set fires in Middle-earth, rape-adultery and plunder!"

"Let you grind, don't come to death sooner!"

"Let your bones be so hard, I'll beat you to death!"

Linghu Chong stepped on Ling Bo's micro steps, constantly flashing, and the domineering palm technique was palm after palm, palm to flesh, and slapped on the body of the Moro Dharma King, making a muffled sound of "pop".

The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending This set of peerless palms has a total of eighteen moves, but it has been used by Linghu Chong three times in a row, which shows how much Linghu Chong has a grudge against him, and the poor King Moro is full of physical skills, but he can't stop such a fierce and perverted palm combo, in just a moment, he was slapped more than fifty palms in a row, the blood in his mouth was vomited unfatally, and the sound of bones breaking kept coming from his body.

Linghu Chong took a long breath, slowly collected the work, enjoyable, really fucking happy, never so cool. He looked in the direction where King Moro had fallen, and was immediately taken aback, and said in surprise: "Is this okay? You fucking this is going against the sky, it's a waste not to make sandbags for such a talent." ”

This extraterritorial trumpet Moro Dharma King is indeed talented, and his martial arts are strong, far beyond the expectations of the old man in Mai, and he has reached the peak realm of the top master, which is not much different from the heads of those famous sects in Middle-earth, with his steel and iron bones, and natural divine power, I am afraid that even the masters of the peerless early stage may not be able to eat him.

It's just that Linghu Chong is the most fierce and domineering peerless palm method to descend the dragon eighteen palms, and there is a Dacheng Jiuyang Divine Skill power bonus, although he didn't use all his strength, but these dozens of palms, not to mention the pinnacle master, even the peerless late stage masters can't bear it, once they are beaten, they will inevitably roll their eyes.

And now, a small extraterritorial horn at the pinnacle of the pinnacle realm can still struggle to get up on his own after so many tricks.

Ling Hu Chong stretched out his thumb to the Moro Fa King, walked up to him, stretched out his palm on his shoulder and said: "What the hell did you eat to grow up, so you won't die! If the ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes face you, I am afraid that you will really suffer a big loss, in order to show respect, I decided to leave you a whole corpse." ”

Ling Hu Chong was about to exert his strength to kill this scourge in one fell swoop, but suddenly his face changed, and Dantian Zhenyuan was out of control. Just now, in order to vent his anger, he used the Jiuyang Divine Skill to use the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, which consumed a lot of true yuan, which actually caused the Jin Dan in the dantian to riot, and a huge suction force extended from the Jin Dan, and all the true yuan frantically rushed to the Jin Dan to replenish energy.

King Moro's expression was frightened, he was already desperate, and he could only close his eyes and wait for death, but he didn't want the god-like young man in front of him to suddenly turn pale and tremble, as if he had suddenly suffered a serious internal injury. Although he didn't know what was going on, he was like a drowning and desperate man grasping a life-saving straw at this time, and there was no reason to let it go.

With all his strength, King Moro slapped his right hand at Ling Hu Chong's dantian, his tone was fast, and he said with extreme excitement: "Dragon Elephant Prajna Ninth Form, suffer death!"

The peerless magic dragon elephant is the supreme protector of the extraterritorial tantric sect, which is divided into thirteen layers, and the palm power is strong and fierce after practice, with the power of the dragon elephant, each palm has the power of a thousand catties, and ordinary people will die if they touch it, and they will be injured if they are injured. The Dharma King of Moro is extremely talented, and he has practiced this magic skill to the ninth layer, so his combat power is strong, and with this magic skill alone, although he has not broken through to the realm of peerless masters, he can also challenge beyond the level, and fight against the peerless early masters without falling behind.

In today's world, no one dares not to dodge or avoid being slapped with all his strength, so he has every reason to believe that this guy in front of him, whose martial arts are so high that he feels desperate, will die under his palm, and achieve his legend, he will turn around gorgeously and turn things around.

The iron palm quickly slapped towards the fatal place of the most powerful opponent in this world, and the corners of King Moro's mouth showed an extremely lewd smile, his whole body trembled, and he was so excited that he urinated directly.