"Amitabha!"

Feeling this sword of aura with the handle containing killing intent, an old monk sighed. As soon as he closed his palms, the relics in his body trembled violently, and the purest Buddha Sect's internal strength swept out in an instant.

To know.

In the Kyushu continent, Buddhism is thin.

It's not because the Buddhist exercises are weak, it's because they take too long. Take the previous Dragon Elephant Protector as an example, although his physical cultivation has reached the extreme, it has taken him more than 1,400 years of uninterrupted hard cultivation night and night.

What is required for Buddhist exercises is perseverance. What is needed is not only ten years as a day, a hundred years as a day, but even a thousand years as a day.

So.

Among Buddhism, there is polarization.

The weak is too weak.

Too strong to be strong!

Once the Buddhist Sect is cultivated, even the simplest and lowest level martial arts can exert hundreds of times more power than the same martial arts.

Saw.

The old monk's palms were one, and the internal strength of the Buddha was like gold paint and brushed all over his body in an instant, making his whole person look like pure gold infusion, and like the eighteen bronze people of Shaolin Temple.

"This old monk can actually cultivate this low-level martial art to such an extent?" Wang Renjie's eyes narrowed.

"How is this possible?"

Everyone in the Dragon Hall also let out a burst of exclamations.

The exercises used by the old monks are the talisman exercises of the middle grade of the spiritual level - copper skin and iron bones. I don't know how many years of hard cultivation he has had, but he actually cultivated this martial art to the power of a low-grade martial art.

Concubine Yu's eyes narrowed, and she didn't know what to think again.

"Bang!"

The old monk put his palms together, and there was a sound of stone collision. At the same time, a three-color Buddha light rose behind him, and the whole person looked like the reincarnation of the Buddha, and at this moment, he blocked Yang Mucheng's sword of aura full of killing intent!

"Master Yokota's copper skin and iron bones!"

"Good!"

"While he is holding back Old Demon Yang, let's hurry up!"

Ding! Ding!

Seeing the sharp sword that roared from the handle, it hit Master Yokota's chest, and burst into a piercing sound, countless sparks splashed up, and those spiritual swords slammed into his body, as if they had hit a wall, and they all turned into powder.

Seeing this scene, a Dharma protector shouted loudly, and he was already attacking Yang Mucheng with his fists!

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng's pupils tightened, and a wave of internal energy poured into the Star Luo Xuanye Sword, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand became extremely black, as if it contained a black hole, and even swallowed the nearby light!

Then, with a flick of his right hand.

Shout!

In the next moment, the Star Luo Xuanye Sword shot out like an arrow from the string, blasting towards Master Yokota.

I don't know how many years of tempering, the copper skin and iron bones that already possessed the power of earth-level martial arts were still fragile in front of this Star Luo Xuanye Sword. Just listening to the sound of 'click', the Xingluo Xuanye Sword 'poof' tore the Buddha's light, piercing directly from Master Yokota's throat, shooting out of the back of the neck, accompanied by the splash of blood, this Buddhist monk was deeply knocked back hundreds of meters by the powerful power contained in this sword, and was nailed to the mountain rock with a 'ding'!

At this moment, the Buddha's light on Master Yokota's body dissipated, and there was no longer the previous state of Veda descending, Vajra's reincarnation, pure as a dead corpse.

"Do it, who are you doing it to?"

After Yang Mucheng shot out with a sword, he looked at the Dharma protector who rushed towards him with a smile.

It didn't matter what he looked at, but the Dharma protector suddenly had a feeling as if he was being targeted by a wild beast. At this moment, he was like a fried cat, and he involuntarily burned the qi and blood in his body, and his unreserved fists were crushed on the spot.

This is the 'Cross Strangling Fist', which is the ultimate martial art of the Xuan Rank. It is also a kind of boxing technique that is extremely rigid and yang, coupled with the burning of qi and blood, and the power is infinitely close to the lower grade of the ground level.

However.

Yang Mucheng didn't move, and ate the punch he hit on the head!

"Boom!"

It was like a meteorite falling to the ground, and thunder rolling. The huge Tiger King Mountain trembled violently, as if the ground had cracked in a landslide. Under this 'cross strangulation fist', Yang Mucheng's body trembled, and his feet slammed into the ground half a foot deep, and the entire earth was dented at this moment, and countless dense cracks spread out with his feet, and they swept the mountain in an instant.

"What?"

This Dharma protector, who didn't know which sect, exclaimed.

But see.

In the dust, Yang Mucheng stood there like a javelin, the dragon soul armor on his body was only slightly dimmed, but the other party was staring at him unscathed.

"This punch is nothing more than that!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly, and slowly pointed out with a finger of his right hand. This finger seemed to be slow and fast, and just when the Dharma Protector wanted to retreat, it was already a 'snap' on his forehead. At this moment, the people on Tiger King Mountain only felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Shadows Cold Prison, and the uncontrollable chill swept madly all over their bodies.

Everyone just heard a 'click', and a white frost spread frantically towards the whole body along the eyebrows of this Dharma protector. In an instant, fine and dense frost gushed out from the tips of his eyebrows and the roots of his hair. He swept quickly, but his body was still in mid-air, and he was already wrapped in that terrifying chill, turning into an ice sculpture and slamming into the ground, without a trace.

Yang Mucheng directly operated the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique, and every Yuan Infant Peak who was killed by him, the qi and blood were all included in the body in an instant.

When the killing arises.

He simply released the Demon God Sacrifice!

Boom –

Originating from the terrifying aura of the Demon God, at this moment, it directly swept through the entire Gale Tiger King Sect. This martial art, which does not belong to Kyushu at all, once again appeared in front of everyone. The terrifying power was crazy and turbulent, causing countless sect disciples to tremble and couldn't help but want to kneel.

One punch!

One kick!

One finger!

Yang Mucheng's attack showed unimaginable power at this moment.

But.

He seemed to have deliberately avoided Luo Jinsong, wanting to treat this sect master of the Gale Wind Tiger King Sect as a big meal and leave it at the end!

"Bang!"

Regardless of how the elder of the Taiji Yimang Sect begged for mercy, Yang Mucheng's five fingers contracted and his head was pinched alive. When the last trace of qi and blood was collected into the body, the phantom of the Demon God Sacrifice seemed to have condensed a few points at this moment!

"It's your turn......"

Yang Mucheng's eyes drooped, and finally landed on Luo Jinsong's body.

This moment.

Above the entire Gale Tiger King Sect, there was also silence. Of the more than 40 Yuanying powerhouses, none of them survived.

(End of chapter)