Facing the menacing Monk Fan, Tian Quan did not dare to neglect. He quickly asked the woman behind him to move away, while he pulled out his sword, jumped up, and struck the golden palm.
Tianquan didn't know the details of that monk, but seeing that the opponent had an extraordinary momentum, he didn't dare to hold back his hand at this time. He immediately mobilized eight successes, threw out the sword, and made it fly up in the air, heading towards that person like a cannonball. The monk shot away.
At this moment, a circle of solemn and strange purple-gold brilliance suddenly appeared from around the monk. In the holy and solemn golden light, a series of strange and charming lights were clearly visible. Not only did they not repel each other, but they merged together to form this weird scene.
"What kind of kung fu is this?!"
Tian Quan was shocked. He had never seen such a weird martial arts. He saw the monk strike down with a palm, and thousands of brilliance came out with the palm wind, shaking the flying sword.
Tianquan's sword was like a small boat in the stormy waves, overturned by the force of the palm.
Fortunately, Tianquan had quick eyesight and quick hands. When he saw that he was losing, he immediately turned around and stepped back. At the same time, he put the flying sword into the sheath behind his back with a move of his hand.
After Tianquan landed on the ground, his face was extremely solemn. The monk also lowered his voice at this moment. As soon as he stepped on his feet, cracks appeared on the ground. His round eyes were like the eyes of a diamond, and the power in his eyes was even... People dare not look at him.
Tianquan asked attentively: "What kind of strange Taoist kung fu are you practicing, monk? I have never heard of such martial arts in Buddhism."
"Ignorant and illiterate, you and other ignorant people are good at worshiping evil gods. You are as humble as an ant. You don't even know the true Buddha before you. What's the use of keeping your eyes open!" The monk roared angrily, kicked his foot, and attacked like a tiger. Come.
"You monk, you have such a murderous intention!"
Tianquan pulled out the sword with a cold face, condensed his true energy on it, and swung it out boldly. Suddenly, a moon-white light suddenly appeared. The beautiful and cold moonlight dazzled the monk's eyes. At the same time as the brilliance shone, Countless rays of light suddenly shot out from it like missing arrows!
This is Master Tianshu's signature trick, Zuiyue San Nong, and it is also one of Tianquan's tricks to suppress the bottom of the box. The monk was like a reckless man, he just hit out with one palm without caring, seemingly wanting to use a forceful method to strike out. Push to the bottom.
But this played into Tianquan's hands. The Zuiyue Third Movement was originally designed to avoid the weak and use the real. The countless radiances were mostly fake, and the real killing move was still hidden under the moonlight.
Monk Fan shattered the moonlight with one palm, and countless rays of light swept over his body like a clear breeze and spring rain, showing no killing power at all. He couldn't help but laugh mockingly: "It's flashy but not...ah! "
Before the monk could finish his sentence, he let out an uncontrollable cry of pain. It turned out that in the shattered brilliance, an awe-inspiring sword energy pierced through his right leg, leaving a fingertip-sized of blood holes.
Tianquan snorted coldly, sheathed his sword, and said calmly: "Monk, since you are a monk, why are you so murderous? Isn't the Amitabha you chant about every day just to deceive yourself?"
It is the rule of the world to stick to the point and stop. Tian Quan has always been a person who abides by the rules. Unless it is a confrontation between good and evil, or a personal vendetta, he will generally not kill anyone.
This time too, if he wanted that monk's life, the sword he aimed just now would not have been aimed at the thigh, but at the opponent's neck.
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"Demon! How dare you hurt me!"
Unexpectedly, the monk was being unreasonable and Tian Quan's mercy not only did not make him retreat in spite of the difficulties, but instead aroused his boundless anger. Regardless of the injury on his leg, he punched him again.
Wrapped in the true energy, the fist became as hard as copper poured into iron, the golden and copper fist wind roared out, and the purple-gold halo appeared again, hovering around Fan Monk, guarding him.
Tianquan quickly held his sword sideways to avoid the punch, but before he thought, he was hit by the purple-gold light wheel and was forced back more than ten steps in an instant.
After stabilizing his body, Tianquan looked solemn. He couldn't tell what kind of martial arts the nimbus used, but it seemed that he was ready for both offense and defense. He was like a tiger descending the mountain.
It's really hard to know what to do if you stick to the shell of a tortoise.
Tianquan cursed secretly in his heart and asked: "Monk, you don't know what is good and what is bad. You are a monk after all. You are protecting such a dirty place. Aren't you afraid that your Buddhist sect will be shamed?"
"Ignorant man! Die!"
This monk was really unreasonable and had no intention of negotiating. He turned around and punched again. The purple-gold light wheel changed shape again, wrapping the fist and increasing its power by another three points.
Tianquan stood still, pointed his sword at one point, and the sword rose into the air. The force of the sword was reflected in the sky, and seven or eight rays of sword light flashed from above, like iron ropes, blocking Monk Fan's approach.
Unexpectedly, the monk punched out with both fists, his steps were as fierce as a wild beast, and he roared violently. His fists wrapped in true energy were like hammers, smashing the sword light into pieces.
"Such a powerful boxing technique...how about trying Pindao's move Tian Xing Luo Zi!"
Tian Quan frowned, and then changed his sword moves. He turned his left and right hands alternately in front of his chest, and controlled the sword between his fingers, causing it to turn into a line of sky. Then the sky suddenly appeared, and the light group on the sword immediately scattered into stars all over the sky. , like flying missiles flying away, falling abruptly.
"Drink——!"
Monk Fan crushed the ground beneath his feet, and the purple-gold light wheel appeared again and circled around him. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a body-protecting aura in the form of a cassock. None of the falling meteors could penetrate this layer of aura.
"What a turtle shell!"
Tianquan was so frightened that he jumped up high to take back the sword in the air, and then stabbed downwards with the sword. The monk did not dodge or dodge, and he punched straight forward. The fists and swords touched each other, and the surging wind and waves shocked the onlookers around him. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Tianquan relied on his condescending position to suppress Fan Seng, and immediately pursued the victory. The sword came out like rain, and the cold sword light flew and fell. It actually cut the monk's protective aura into pieces, and they fell to the ground like falling flowers. .
Unexpectedly, after breaking through the purple-gold light wheel's aura, the monk no longer had any means of protection, so he made a desperate move and punched out with a forceful punch against the sword aura that could break wood and gravel.
Tianquan's sword energy cut the monk into a bloody man in just a moment, but the monk relied on his indomitable momentum and punched Tianquan's chest hard with his punch filled with true energy.
"puff!"
Tian Quan's body was knocked upside down, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his chest and abdomen. His body flew several feet away. After rolling on the ground several times, he endured the overwhelming feeling of guilt. Fu, turned over and knelt on one knee, leaning on the sword to support himself.
"snort!"
There were more than a dozen sword wounds on the monk's body, and he was bleeding profusely and even horribly. But the scary thing was that this man seemed to feel no pain. Even though he was seriously injured, his expression remained unchanged and he looked at Tianquan with a solemn gaze. He once again assumed a fist-pumping stance.
"Could this guy be a monster..."
Tianquan was taken aback. Although the opponent was definitely more seriously injured than him, what was embarrassing was that at this moment he was in a dilemma, but the opponent was still able to continue fighting. This was really going to be bad... .
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