Chapter 292 (1/2)
Zichen and the monk meet again. It's a very similar scene. It's Zichen who suffered a loss at that time. He broke his bones and took the fire sword.
Zichen clenched his fist and made a strong blow. The air was piercing and shrieking. When he saw the monk, he didn't need to keep his hand and directly hurt the killer.
This evil monk once made trouble for himself several times and forced himself into a desperate situation.
”Amitabha
The monk's whole body, golden and solemn, chanted a Buddha's name in his mouth. He did not dodge Zichen's blow and was ready to resist.
”Bang!”
The dull sound, issued in this remote Hutong, makes the earth shake, Zichen's body shake, two steps back, in contrast to the monk, one step does not retreat, his face is still with a compassionate smile.
”Well, you bald ass, there are still some ways.” In Zichen's eyes, a touch of surprise flashed through her eyes. Although her own attack was not a full blow, it was not something that ordinary demons could block. It was obviously extraordinary that the monk had so lightly blocked it.
”Amitabha, the benefactor really has evil thoughts. Well, today's meeting is a kind of fate. I'll surpass the benefactor, and I'll get rid of the cause and effect. I'll go back to the abyss of misery.” The monk looks solemn and praises the Buddha's name again. The whole body surges with light golden light and strikes Zichen.
Zichen sneered. The dead monk is still here to chew words with him and play tricks on others. However, it can be proved that he did not recognize himself. If he did, he would jump in anger and smoke all over his body.
The purple Chen also greets, the whole body golden light flickers, the perfect body provides the energy, hits the formidable blow.
”Peng!”
Once again, the dull sound was sent out, causing a violent vibration. The two fought fiercely together, like a series of electric lights, playing extremely fierce.
”When!”
The flesh of both men is terrible, and the golden light is bright. Once they meet, they emit the sound of gold and iron, which is louder than the sound of weapons collision, and the clang sound is constantly coming out.
”Bald ass, your strength is no more than that.” Zichen sneers repeatedly, intentionally stimulates each other.
”I am a monk, not a bald donkey.” The monk is still in the costume, the treasure looks solemn and golden.
”Peng!”
Two people hard to a blow, one after another backward, unknowingly, two people have used eight points of strength, now separated, eyes have a touch of surprise.
”I despise the benefactor. It turns out that the benefactor's strength is so strong that I'll offend him more.” The monk put his hands together and sang the name of Buddha.
”Bah, you bald ass, don't put on such a face. If you have the ability to fight, if you don't, you will hand over the map.” Zichen's vicious way.
”Hum!”
The monk's whole body, the golden light flickers, a golden fingerprint points out, toward the purple Chen mercilessly point.
”The benefactor is so stubborn that I will give my best.” Voice down, the golden fingerprint on the light is stronger, the golden light is bright, like pure gold casting, very sharp.
In Zichen's body, Qi and blood are constantly flowing, and the perfect body is displayed. All kinds of energy surround the fingers. The bright golden light is not weaker than the monk at all. The two fingers touch each other in space.
”Bang!”
This time, a bigger noise appeared, the earth trembled, and then a golden ripple spread three meters away.
This is the entrance of the Hutong. There are houses all around. Both of them compress the energy to a point, but release it.
Don't look at the three meter ripples. Once a monk gets involved in it, he will be killed by the ripple.
This time, the monk's expression is no longer calm.
And Zichen also knew the powerful strength of the monk.
It blocked the attack of perfect body.
”Hum!”
With a slight tremor, the monk stretched out his whole right hand. The golden light was bright, like a huge leaf fan, flashing golden light, and fighting toward Zichen, the strong wind was howling, and the terrible energy was flowing.
The powerful Vajra palm is the advanced fighting skill of Buddhism.
”Green peak seal.”
Between the hands of Zichen, there was a breath of mountain like mountain. He fused the green peak seal into the palm print.
”Boom
This time, even the compressed energy also produced a distance collision. The whole land at the entrance of the Hutong was shaking, and the huge sound was far away.
”Peng!”
Feeling that the other side is extraordinary, they no longer try. At this moment, they are more and more powerful, no longer hiding their clumsy. Their powerful fighting skills are compressed within a few meters, and their attacks are more and more terrible.
In Zichen's body, the perfect body constantly provides energy. Although the golden Qi and blood does not soar to the sky, its strength is not weak, but the monk can evade it with strong strength.
Pengpeng's voice constantly sounded, spread to the distance, which attracted many monks to watch, but also did not dare to approach.
”Who is fighting?”
”It seems to be a big man with a monk.”
”Monk, where are the monks from Yongqi city?”
Many friars came and pointed in the distance.”My God, that's a good and evil monk, a real evil spirit.”
”What, he is the good and evil monk, the evil monk who specializes in doing evil things, cheating and stealing, doing everything?”
”Damn it, this dead monk.”
There were discontent voices from the crowd. It was obvious that the reputation of the monk was not good anywhere.
”Boom