Chapter 602 (1/2)

The monk's body shield can resist the attack of the strong in the middle of the Dan Yuan Dynasty. But just one blow made the young man tremble and twist with the spirit soldier, and his face changed instantly.

But since it is known as the strongest mask, nature represents a strong defense. Although the golden mask is twisted, it blocks the opponent's powerful attack.

”Drink

After a blow, the young man's eyes became more fierce, and his spirit and spirit climbed to a peak again. He burst out in his mouth, forced his wrist, and then cut off the second knife.

Lingbing's long sword instantly radiates bright light, and the blade appears a chilling sense. This knife cuts on the light shield at a very fast speed.

The torrent of energy began to surge, and the mask on the monk's body was also cut into by a knife. Then the surface of the mask began to twist wildly, and the destructive energy was surging.

”Click!” And on the whole light cover, there are cracks and crackles. Seeing that the light shield is about to collapse, the energy contained in the long Dao is somewhat powerless.

In the end, it was the strongest defense that blocked the blow. Moreover, after the destruction energy on the long sword dissipated, the crack on the golden mask was restored in an instant.

”Shua!”

When the second Sabre is exhausted, the golden mask is restored again. The young man looks the same. He pulls in the knife directly, swings the knife, and cuts out the third strike. Under this blow, the energy in the youth's body, like a sudden flood of sluice, rushes towards the spirit soldiers in the other side's hands.

In addition to all the remaining yuan force in the body, more spiritual power of the youth also rushes to the long sword. This is a strike that really integrates the essence, spirit and spirit. It contains extremely terrible and terrifying energy.

”Amitabha

Seeing that the last blow of the other side was so strange, the monk put his hands together, and the treasure was solemn, and he recited a Buddha's name. Usually a monk is not like a monk, but when he is like a monk, he is most serious.

After a Buddha's name, the pure golden Buddha power in the monk's body constantly emerges from the Dan yuan and converges towards the golden mask.

Feeling the terror energy contained in the attack, the monk also tried his best to achieve the best defense in an instant.

In the youth's hand, a knife with amazing talent and gorgeous color cuts through the sky like a rainbow, attracting all people's eyes. Seeing this blow, people were either shocked, or surprised, or shocked.

Many Dan yuan felt the powerful energy contained in this blow, and their looks changed dramatically. Under Zhang Haotian's indifferent expression, there is also an accident.

All people's eyes fall on this knife. And then witnessed the shining and dazzling knife light cut to the golden mask.

”Peng!”

There was a sound from heaven and earth, and everyone was stunned.

”Ah, I failed again!” A low sigh of disappointment followed.

Looking at the only handle left in his hand, the young man let out a low sigh and angrily lost the handle. However, before his powerful strike, the spirit soldier could not bear this energy before he was cut on the golden mask, and broke up directly.

”How powerful is that blow? Why can't even the spirit soldiers bear it?”

A group of shocked monks were also full of doubts.

At this time, the powerful energy in the youth's body faded like a tide, and his spirit became weak at the next moment, and his body was even more staggering and nearly fell to the ground.

After the three strikes, the youth felt as if they had suffered a fatal wound. They were not only mentally depressed, but also had no strength at all. And he also instantly from a strong Dan yuan strong, into a man with no strength to bind a chicken.

At the moment, even a miner in Zhenyuan can kill the youth.

Such a huge contrast makes a number of friars turn pale again. Obviously, this is the reason why the fighting power of the other side can not last.

The golden mask of the monk's body has been removed, and he holds the young man who is about to fall down. At the moment, the youth's face is extremely pale, as if suffering from a serious illness.

But the other side's eyes, is staring at the monk, extremely weak voice asked: ”I... Can I do it?”

With that, the young man became expectant and hopeful.

The monk did not open his mouth, and the monks around him were silent. For them, this question is really hard to answer. Pay a high price to hire a guy who can only play three strikes. Before the three strikes, the opponent is king, but after the three strikes, he is like a dead man and needs to be cared for by others.

The young man looked at the monks around him and seemed to find the answer from their faces. His pale face suddenly became gloomy, and his arm which was held by the monk could not help shaking.

”Yes, naturally!” At this moment, the monk opened his mouth.

”What?” Suddenly, there was a flush on the pale face of the young man, but his gloomy expression became full of disbelief.