"This monkey is too cunning. It's hard for me to catch up." The Poison Hand Medicine King also ran over panting. His internal martial arts strength is not very strong. He can keep up with the speed of the Fire Monkey only because of the hatred in his heart for Mang Gu. Zhu Ha’s belief.
Soon, Wang Chongyang, Emei Patriarch and others also fell down one after another.
Seeing Ye Long being injured and an old man lying on the ground, everyone frowned slightly.
"Ahem, cough... You are all here to rob the clams. Why don't you all sit down and let's talk about how to distribute the clams reasonably."
An old man with gray hair and shambling steps said while coughing.
Although he looks sickly, no one dares to look down upon him. He is definitely an immortal who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
"What are you allocating! This Manggu Zhuhu is mine!" A domineering voice came, and then a burly man fell from the sky and hit the ground.
He was wearing a dark golden battle armor, with his arms bare, revealing his powerful muscles.
The power contained in that arm is estimated to be able to break a boulder with one punch, and it is purely physical strength without using internal force.
"Hahaha, my Wushen Jue Palace is located in the Northern Song Dynasty. This mango red clam appeared at the junction of the Northern Song Dynasty and Dali. It is obviously coming to my Wushen Jue Palace. Please don't snatch this kind of spiritual object from me. ." Juewu Shen walked around the field without paying any attention to the people present.
"The people of the Bird Country...are absolutely godless." Ye Long's face turned cold. He hated the people of the Bird Country the most.
"Do you feel that you are very strong? Do you think that you are invincible?" Mu Renqing, who has the immortal wind and crane bones, also came.
"Haha, in this Northern Song Dynasty, Dali country? Who can fight with me? Are you strong? Can you be stronger than a pair of my fists?" Jue Wushen laughed wildly.
"Master, I really want to slap his mouth." Long Wu said seriously.
"Someone will teach him a lesson." Ye Long pouted, not intending to let Long Wu take action.
Although this Juewu Shen is powerful and a super master, his real fighting ability is not as good as that of Xiongba... but he dares to challenge the top master in this world? You didn’t even notice that Xiongba was still cowering in the world. Don’t you dare to come to Wuliang Mountain? Except for Ding Chunqiu and Wang Nangu, who here is not better than him? He is really arrogant and arrogant enough.
Where does this godless courage come from?
"No one in the Northern Song Dynasty can cure you, but it doesn't mean that I can't in the Southern Song Dynasty. Let me teach you how to master your skills." Wang Chongyang smiled slightly and fell into the field.
"How can Zhenren Wang take action against this arrogant person? Just a young monk will do it." A middle-aged monk walked into the field.
He has kind eyebrows and kind ears, but he also gives people an invisible evil spirit. It is very contradictory to take both into account.
Wang Chongyang smiled slightly. He had a relationship with this monk once, and he was very powerful. Although he has not reached the ceiling of martial arts, it is not far away. He can still deal with this Juewu Shen.
"Amitabha, this benefactor, you said that no one in the Northern Song Dynasty is your opponent. Can you go down and compete with the young monk." The middle-aged monk clasped his hands and said the Buddha's name.
"In my hands, Jue Wushen will not hurt the unknown. Even Beiqiao Peak was seriously injured by me. Who do you think you dare to challenge me?" Jue Wushen sneered with disdain.
"Amitabha, the leader of the Beiqiao Peak Clan has incredible skills, but he is still young and his internal strength is still insufficient. It is normal for him to lose at your hands." The middle-aged monk said without joy or sorrow.
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"Monk, tell me your name, and let me, Jue Wushen, see what tricks you have in Northern Shaolin."
"Young Monk Thirteen Jue Divine Monk, Xuan Cheng." said the middle-aged monk.
Ye Long was slightly frightened. Is this the master Xuan Cheng who was once praised by the sweeping monk and could not be seen for two hundred years?
A martial arts idiot who is proficient in the seventy-two stunts of the Thirteen Shaolin Schools. He is eager for success, his anger attacks his heart, and his Qi is blocked, leading him to go crazy. Finally, he puts aside his obsession, pursues the Buddha with all his heart, and becomes a generation of eminent monks.
Xuan Cheng should not underestimate him. The sweeping monk gave him a higher evaluation than Qiao Feng.
"This palace master has never heard of the Thirteen Jue Divine Monks. If you want to fight, then fight." Jue Wushen said domineeringly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and rushed toward Xuan Cheng like a cannonball.
Seeing that he had arrived in front of Xuan Cheng, Jue Wushen raised his fist, exuding a gleaming light, and hit Xuan Cheng's chest.
Xuan Cheng remained motionless, and with a low drink, his whole body's energy surged, he picked up flowers with his fingers, then stretched forward and hit Jue Wushen's fist.
"Bang!" Jue Wushen flew out and landed firmly on the ground.
There were cracks on the ground under Xuan Cheng's feet, and there was a layer of strong wind around him, making people unable to help but close their eyes.
"Monk, that's good. You can block my punch. What Shaolin stunt did you use just now?" Jue Wushen clenched his fist and no longer underestimated Xuan Cheng. Although it was just one blow, the two of them had already decided which one was stronger and which one was weaker. Have a general understanding.
"One of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin is the flower-twisting finger. You have already taken action just now. Now it is the young monk's turn. You should pay attention!" Powerful Shaolin stunts.
That powerful palm print struck directly at Jue Wushen.
Ye Long had seen this kind of stunt before. During the battle between Xuanci and She Mei, he used this stunt. It seemed to be called the Great Vajra Palm.
Feeling the cold palm strike, Jue Wushen's arms shook, and his feet suddenly stepped on the ground. A golden halo of light spread all over his body in an instant, covering him.
"Let's see how you can break my immortal golden body!" Jue Wushen laughed and stepped forward to face the Great Vajra Palm.
The Great Vajra Palm struck Jue Wushen's golden halo, making a loud noise.
Xuan Cheng felt his body tremble, and the Great Vajra Palm did not break this man's turtle shell! This immortal golden body is more powerful than Shaolin's golden bell.
Jue Wushen didn't feel much discomfort. He held his immortal golden body and kept swinging his fists to attack Xuan Cheng.
The two of them took action frequently, bursting out with huge power, and explosions were heard.
Under the attack of the two men, pieces of boulders were turned into debris. Xuan Cheng kept using Shaolin's special skills to fight with Jue Wushen. After twenty moves, the two were evenly matched and the fight was fierce.
Although Xuan Cheng is one of the Thirteen Jue Divine Monks and has extremely powerful Shaolin skills, he cannot break Jue Wushen's immortal golden body.
But Jue Wushen felt uncomfortable. His use of the Immortal Golden Body consumed a lot of internal energy. If all his internal energy was exhausted, he would still be unable to defeat the monk, and he would have no choice but to be slaughtered by others.
When it comes to martial arts moves, he only has three killer moves, and he won't use them unless absolutely necessary.
After forty moves, I saw that Jue Wushen's internal strength was insufficient.
"Crack!" Suddenly Xuan Cheng shouted angrily, golden light emitted from his hands, and powerful power surged out of his fists, directly hitting Jue Wushen's immortal golden body.
It's actually again
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One of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, Arhat Fist!
With a soft sound, Jue Wushen's immortal golden body was forced.
He was forced to punch out and shouted "Killing intent!"
Jue Wushen's fist hit Xuan Cheng's heart directly.
If this punch hits Xuan Cheng, Xuan Cheng will be heartbroken and his body and soul will be destroyed.
Xuan Cheng could naturally feel the terror of this killing punch. He did not resist forcefully, but chose to use his dragon claw hand to force Jue Wushen to defend.
However, the two of them were so determined to defeat each other with one strike that they didn't even bother to defend themselves.
"Boom!" Xuan Cheng took a hard punch from Jue Wushen and flew backwards. Fortunately, he had a golden bell that took away some of his strength, otherwise this punch would have been enough to crush his heart.
Jue Wushen's neck was also torn off a large piece of flesh by Xuan Cheng's dragon claw hand.
"Monk, I didn't expect you to be so strong. You delayed the time and waited for my immortal golden body to be unable to hold up before giving me a fatal blow. So cruel." Jue Wushen's face was gloomy.
"Stop talking nonsense, I will capture you, the birdman who brought harm to the Northern Song Dynasty, today!" Xuan Cheng shouted.
He raised his right hand above his head, and his hand seemed to be a flame. He was seen dancing quickly, and the flaming sword energy attacked Jue Wushen one after another.
"Burning Wood Sword Technique! You can slash ninety-nine and eighty-one swords in an instant. This Xuan Cheng has actually mastered it!" Everyone watching the battle was shocked.
Starting from Xuan Cheng, he has already used several seventy-two stunts. No wonder he is called the Thirteen Absolute Divine Monk. Is he really proficient in the thirteen Shaolin Seventy-two stunts?
Feeling the unparalleled wood-burning blade, Jue Wushen's face became solemn.
He roared angrily, and powerful power burst out. Then he fired several punches in an instant, this move was absolutely killing.
As soon as this move comes out, be sure to kill them all, the sky will collapse and the earth will shatter, and all jade and stone will be burned.
Two powerful stunts collided, and Xuan Cheng and Jue Wu Shen flew out at the same time, coughing up blood.
Both of them looked extremely miserable, with bleeding from their mouths and noses.
"Let's go!" Before Jue Wushen could stabilize his figure, he forced himself to perform Qing Gong and fled far away.
Those disciples of Wushen Jue Palace who followed Jue Wushen were so panicked that they didn't dare to stay any longer and fled one after another.
The palace master has been beaten away, are they still left to die?
"Cough cough cough!" Xuan Cheng's face turned pale, and he quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, channeling his internal energy to recover from his injuries.
That absolutely godless punch just now was like a jade stone. He didn't expect that punch to be so powerful. Although the wood-burning sword technique blocked the punch, there was still a lot of inner energy that penetrated into his body, making it so powerful. He suffered considerable injuries.
This battle made both Xuan Cheng and Jue Wu Shen understand the truth. There are so many masters in the world, and they still need to keep working hard, otherwise they will be beaten to death.
"Where's the Manggu Zhuha!?" Suddenly a heartbreaking roar came, waking everyone up.
Wang Chongyang and others all looked sideways and looked at the location of the fire monkey, but where was the fire monkey there? Where are the mango clams!
They had just been focused on watching the battle between Xuan Cheng and Jue Wu Shen, but they had forgotten about Mang Gu Zhu Ha and Fire Monkey!
The person who discovered that the Fire Monkey was missing was still the poisonous medicine king.
"Where is the Dragon Lord?!" Wang Chongyang instantly noticed that there was one missing person in the field.
And that person was the Dragon Lord who he thought was injured just now, but now he disappeared.
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