Chapter 893 (1/2)
Bang!
At this time, the door of the hall was suddenly opened, and the figure of the monks appeared here.
”You have broken the Buddha statue of the Ming King Buddha!”
When the monks saw the abandoned Buddha statue, their faces changed, and their eyes were full of shock. Looking at Xiao Yifeng, they looked very ugly.
”It didn't look good, so I hit it!”
Xiao Yifeng light said, it seems very indifferent.
”You are so bold that you dare not break the Buddha statue of the Ming King Buddha. You are blaspheming the Buddha. Today you will not be spared!”
One of them, an old monk in the middle stage of entering the holy land, yelled and stared at Xiao Yifeng with murderous eyes. As soon as he shook his body, he shot at Xiao Yifeng.
Three moves to break the sky!
First style!
Shake the sky!
Xiao Yifeng directly displays the first move of the three moves to break the sky, and a breath of terror permeates his body.
Before absorbing the blood crystal, Xiao Yifeng's body power also recovered quickly. With a terrible blow, the void rippled endlessly and became distorted, as if the day had been shaken by Xiao Yifeng's blow.
Boom!!!
Xiao Yifeng, with the power of shaking the sky, bombarded with the old monk in the middle of the holy land. The harsh roar came out, and the two powerful forces constantly pounded together.
The empty air flow around was annihilated one after another, and the terrible afterwave of power rippled, which immediately sent the blue spirit out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Whew!
Poof!
At this time, a flying knife suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the old monk's chest, and a blood arrow shot out.
Suddenly the monk's eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground without any reaction.
Seeing this, the faces of the remaining monks changed.
”Boy, who are you?”
The old monk in the later stage of entering the Holy Land gazed at Xiao Yifeng and sent out a terrible breath of Buddhism and Taoism.
”Does it matter to you who I am?”
Xiao Yifeng hums coldly.
”Well, if you don't say it, you'll have to die!”
The old monk who entered the Holy Land looked at Xiao Yifeng, and the power of his later period burst out, just like a huge mountain suppressing Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng's face was heavy, and an unyielding will broke out in his body to resist the pressure. The five orifices trembled together, releasing an inexplicable force to resist the huge pressure.
Buzz!
All of a sudden, there was a buzz outside. A helicopter appeared above Mingquan temple. A figure jumped down from above. It was the scorching sky, and immediately rushed into the hall.
”Dragon head!”
Looking at Yan Haotian's appearance, Xiao Yi's spirit relaxes slightly.
”Dragon soul dragon head!”
The old monk in the later stage of entering the Holy Land glanced at Yan Haotian. His eyes were fixed and his face was dignified.