As the spear pierced forward, surprise flashed across Hui Guo's face. The golden light glowed on the palm of his hand. As the big tendons in his palm beat wildly, the strong and powerful internal energy suddenly burst out.
The wall of air presses down!
boom!
The next moment, the air waves roared like waves in the ocean.
In an instant, the ground outside the cottage shook, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.
Between the two of them, it was as if a Category 12 hurricane suddenly rose up, and the bodies around them were thrown far away.
"This person..."
Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's expressions changed, and they were extremely shocked.
I didn't expect that a person I met on the road could actually fight against the evil monk Huiguo!
As the smoke and dust swept through them, the two of them could faintly see that where the two collided, the ground beneath their feet flipped inch by inch, causing an unknown amount of earth and rocks to fly.
The two of them thought to themselves that even if they faced the Dragon Elephant Vajra Mudra together, they would be dead if they didn't hide!
How dare this An Qisheng resist?
"Huh?"
In the midst of the waves of smoke, dust and air, Huiguo felt that his turbulent internal energy was being pierced by a spear!
The spear that had not yet been fired gave him an unparalleled sense of sharpness!
Can he withstand this gun with his already invulnerable horizontal kung fu? He turned his arm and pressed it, spreading his thick five fingers, pressing down, avoiding the gun head, and trying to hold the gun body!
"snort!"
The gun did not completely pierce the air wall. An Qisheng was a little surprised, but when he saw the hand holding the gun body behind his back, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort.
The arm holding the spear suddenly turned.
Buzz~
With a twist, Huiguo felt that the spear under his palm seemed to turn into an evil dragon that was awakening from its slumber and wanted to choose people to devour.
The hand that was held backwards could not help but clench into a fist, and a heavy blow knocked the spear away.
Then the palm of his hand bounced high and came down from top to bottom, and then he slapped it down with another palm.
It’s still the Dragon Elephant Vajra Mudra!
boom!
The surging internal force instantly swept away the smoke and dust, and the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed and emptied by the violent internal force!
At this time, I saw the disadvantages of using a spear when fighting at close quarters.
Facing the deceiving palm, An Qisheng's swinging spear seemed unable to return no matter what.
call!
Under the raised white hair, An Qisheng's eyes were cold and his heart was calm.
When the surging internal energy came, he moved his body and took half a step back. The goose egg-thick spear withdrew smoothly, and the tail of the spear hit the ground behind him.
Then, as he stretched his arm forward, the spear head, which had not been fired, was already like a raised dragon's head tearing through the airflow and smoke, pushing against the thick and substance-like internal force all around.
From bottom to top, it pierces Hui Guo's eyebrows!
At the same time, the arm hanging by his side was suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrows, his joints cracked open, and he lifted the cauldron away with one arm!
The quick response made Zhao Yanyan and Zhao Yanyan, who were watching the battle, feel excited.
And just when the two were about to collide again, Hui Guo's internal force exploded in front of the two!
boom!
The violent internal force exploded, and its power was simply more terrifying than the explosion of a cannonball. The sound of the sonic boom of air flow that was set off covered all the surrounding sounds.
While the smoke and dust were floating in the air, Huiguo had already retreated far away with the impact. Before the smoke and dust fell, he had returned to the original place:
"do not fight."
Amidst the floating smoke, the spear hanging behind him whined. An Qisheng looked at the little monk expressionlessly:
"You said you won't fight, so you won't fight?"
Even so, he didn't take action again.
This little monk's internal energy was incredibly strong, even far surpassing Kong San's, who had absorbed the internal energy of many people. Even after two collisions, he did not take advantage.
Huiguo blinked, looking innocent:
"You and I have no grievances, so why should we fight?"
"No injustice or enmity?"
An Qisheng's eyelids twitched, and he tightened his grip on the spear.
Step up, straighten your back, lean forward!
With a sweep of ten feet, the spear poked out, like a fierce general on the battlefield riding a tall horse, condescendingly trying to kill the soldiers blocking the road with one shot:
"Are you kidding me?!"
Attack me without any grievance?
After the fight, you said there was no injustice or enmity?
What a fuss!
Woohoo~
The violent friction between the air flow and the cold iron gun produced the sound of death!
People move with the gun, and the gun takes advantage of the person's strength.
When the man and the gun merged together, in an instant, the spear was approaching Huiguo.
"No fight, no fight."
Hui Guo shook her head repeatedly.
His body did not even dodge when the spear was stabbed directly. Not only that, before the spear hit his body, his burly body looked like a deflated rubber ball.
He suddenly returned to his former thin and frail appearance.
Buzz~
The cold light stopped three inches before the eyebrows.
Before the gun arrived, the sharp air flow had already pierced the center of Huiguo's eyebrows, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from her eyebrows.
Make it look more eerie.
"Little monk, what do you want to do?"
An Qisheng looked cold, looking at the little monk as if he was crazy.
"Killing is a taboo in my Buddhist sect. Although the monk occasionally breaks the precept, there is a reason for it. There is no enmity between the donor and the monk, so the monk is unwilling to take action."
Huiguo clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, taking it seriously.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll stab you to death?"
An Qisheng's eyes were a little strange, and he had no idea what the monk's brain circuit was like.
"Will not."
Hui Guo shook his head: "Without any injustice or enmity, how could Almsgiver An kill this young monk?"
An Qisheng remained unmoved, the spear still pointing between his eyebrows:
"Then why did you attack me before?"
Hui Guo hesitated:
"It's a long story..."
The spear trembled, and An Qisheng asked:
"Then speak slowly."
"What the little monk means is that we sit down and talk slowly."
Hui Guo reached out and gently pressed the tip of the spear. The cold iron spear was slightly hot to the touch. After several times of firing, the spear that had not been fired actually started firing.
Phew~
An Qisheng put away his spear and suddenly smiled:
"Little monk, you are very interesting."
He had already vaguely guessed that the young monk's sudden attack on him was probably to test whether he was used to the Heaven-seizing Spiritual Sutra.
After a fight, it was discovered that he had not practiced this skill before he stopped.
"Both of you, are you done with the fight?"
At this time, Dongmen Ruocai spoke cautiously.
Zhao Yanyan stood silently, looking at An Qisheng with very surprised eyes.
From what she sensed, the internal strength of the big gun-wielding man was not very strong, at least not to the point of condensing the true energy. However, she did not expect that he could actually fight Hui Guo without losing.
You must know that although Longxiang Dharma Temple has declined, its inherited martial arts is still among the best in the world, with few opponents at the same level.
"No fight, no fight."
Huiguo shook his head.
The solemn atmosphere before was actually dissipated.
Dongmenruo felt a little weird in his heart, but he was quickly relieved.
Huiguo is called the Evil Monk rather than the Demon Monk because he is just a human being with quirks and is not a demonic person.
If his actions fall into the devil's path, the Longxiang Dharma Temple with only two people cannot protect him at all.
He had already been killed by a group of heroes.
How could he be allowed to walk openly and honestly in Dafeng?
The sky darkened, and outside the cottage under the afterglow, a few people randomly found a clean place to sit down.
An Qisheng said in a bad tone:
"Little monk, you can speak now."
"well."
Hui Guo sighed: "It's a long story..."
An Qisheng's temples jumped:
"Then let's make a long story short!"
"This starts with the inheritance of our Longxiang Dharma Temple."
Young monk Huiguo sighed again:
"Seven hundred years ago, our Longxiang Dharma Temple was once glorious. Later, we encountered the spirit-stealing demon and almost ended our inheritance. According to the young monk's wishes, if it is broken, it will be broken.
However, the patriarch of Xiao Monk's lineage was expelled from the school, but he still remembered it, and then he took up the inheritance of Longxiang Dharma Temple alone... After several battles, the patriarch knew that he was not the opponent of the soul-stealing demon. I turned to the Daewoo gun owner at the time for help...
Somehow, the Daewoo Gun Master was persuaded by him and killed the soul-seizing demon, but the soul-seizing demon technique was passed down..."
Hui Guo calmly recounted what happened seven hundred years ago, her expression extremely calm.
During his narration, several people gradually learned the reason why Hui Guo tested An Qisheng.
"This relic was left by the ancestor..."
Huiguo opened his palm and found a red relic:
"This relic was originally black, but once it meets the successor of Tianyi Seizing Spirit Sutra, it will glow red... This is also the reason why the young monk tested the donor."
"Tianyi Seizes the Spiritual Sutra..."
Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo looked at An Qisheng and became wary.
Although they had never heard of this, they also learned from Hui Guo that this martial art was very strange and terrifying. Not only could it absorb other people's skills, but it could also be reborn through reincarnation.
"Donor An is not the successor of the Soul Seizing Scripture. His internal energy is pure and without any impurities. It is definitely not derived from others."
Huiguo pinched the red relic and felt a little confused:
"Perhaps this relic is too old..."
An Qisheng was speechless.
The young monk's perception was indeed not wrong, but he did practice the Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Sutra, but he did not seize other people's inner power.
He was just a little surprised.
A piece of relic left behind seven hundred years ago can still be used seven hundred years later. The old monk is afraid that his realm has reached an incredible level.
As for such people, the Master Seizing Soul, who was helpless, was easily killed by the Daewoo Gun Master.
What kind of realm is the realm of heaven and man?
"The young monk's donkey is gone, and he has to buy another one. See you all, donors."
Huiguo patted the non-existent dust on the monk's robe, got up and walked into the night that had completely sunk in with her mango shoes:
"In this bandit's lair, the young monk only took half a tael of money to buy a donkey, and the rest was given to Donor An..."
The words floated freely.
The figure has disappeared.
"This little monk..."
An Qisheng stroked the cold body of the gun and sighed inwardly:
"I can only look for another opportunity..."
Originally, he wanted to use this identity to show off his soul-stealing demon skills this time to divert the attention of the Six Doors, but when he met such a young monk, his plan came to nothing.
If he had shown the skill of Tian Yi Seizing the Spiritual Sutra before, I am afraid that Hui Guo would have been fighting with him to death by now...
"Brother An..."
Dongmen Ruogang was about to speak.
An Qisheng's eyes suddenly condensed, and under the crimson moonlight, a person gradually approached.
