The monkey king is at a loss, and his bloody eyes are still congealing.

In the first round, Sun Wukong was shocked by Yang Jian's strength, not only did he not get a little cheap, but he was also injured a lot.

And what happened between the lightning and flint, only Sun Wukong and Yang Jian knew how many moves they fought.

One move.

The simplest, and most direct move to fight for strength, the Dinghai Divine Needle smashed on the snow-white spear, and the power of the two gushed out along their respective blades.

At that moment, Sun Wukong almost had an illusion, as if he had returned to his wandering in the East China Sea when he had just come out of Huaguo Mountain, because only at that time did he deeply appreciate his fragility and the infinity of the ocean.

Today, when facing Yang Jian, he still seems to be the little monkey who sits on a raft and wants to pursue the art of immortality, and Yang Jian is the boundless sea that can knock him into the land of no return at any time with a single wave.

Cultivation is an absolute gap, an absolute gap in strength.

Even, Sun Wukong didn't see half a point of seriousness in Yang Jian's gaze, and the other party's gaze was always extremely calm.

It is true that he underestimated the heroes of the world.

But, so what?

Sun Wukong grabbed the golden hoop stick and rushed forward again, the faint fear in his heart disappeared directly, and the figure of rushing forward was still indomitable.

Yang Jian simply took two steps forward, and his figure appeared in the air, flickering lightly twice.

It was the sound of weapons intersecting again, and the ferocious golden hoop stick was accurately framed by the snow-white spear, and then changed the move, and the body of the spear smashed into the monkey's chest, sending the monkey directly away.

But this time, the monkey felt that Yang Jian's strength was suddenly much smaller, and the weapon did not have much impact when it collided.

Yang Jian's voice floated from the front, still calm, but what he said almost made Sun Wukong lose his mind.

"I use all the strength of yours, and if you can hurt me, I will spare you today. ”

These words were originally said by Yang Jian deliberately stimulating Sun Wukong, but in the ears of the Heavenly Immortal Buddha, he was so reasonable and confident, as well as disdainful of this monkey.

Sun Wukong's figure skyrocketed dozens of times, and Yang Jian also used the law to face heaven and earth, and the two figures fiercely hedged against each other.

The spear and the Dinghai Divine Needle intersected again, and it was still Sun Wukong who was repulsed.

Yang Jian's robe was spotless, and Sun Wukong's chain mail even had a few broken locks, and there were already many internal and external injuries on his body.

But Sun Wukong is still rushing forward, his figure is a little stubborn, and his eyes have never wavered.

Even if a saint is here, he will not want him to die in silence, and when his life is threatened, he can only fight with all his strength to win a glimmer of life for himself!

This is instinct, and it is also Sun Wukong's obsession, and it is his only ambition at this time!

Defeat this powerhouse named Yang Jian, even if it was only a shallow scar on his robe......

But the fourth hedging, but it was only two or three simple moves, and it was still Sun Wukong who was knocked away.

Even in these few shots, Yang Jian didn't have any magical powers, but he was just using simple but accurate moves to thwart Sun Wukong's seemingly ferocious, but actually flawed moves again and again

"This is Monkey King?" Yang Jian sneered, "But that's it. ”

"Ahh

Yang Jian still dealt with it simply, and the leisurely stroll-like pace really made Sun Wukong more and more crazy.

In fact, Yang Jian was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart.

This is the monkey that he has spent more than 50 years teaching? Although he only taught the monkey to practice and did not instruct him on the way of fighting, at this time, this monkey only relied on his enthusiasm and did not consider the slightest consequence......

Maybe this is very enthusiastic in the eyes of some immortals, but in Yang Jian's opinion, this is indeed an extremely unsuccessful performance.

What he wants to see is not that the monkey can defeat himself under the condition of equal strength, but that the monkey can calm down in time after being angry, to think, to ponder.

It's not like this, always rushing forward, always fierce, but not changing his tricks at all.

I fought like this for half an hour......

The shouts of killing shook the sky everywhere in Huaguo Mountain, and the demon soldiers fell in pieces where the 1,200 grass head gods passed, and Huaguo Mountain had been cleared out of nearly half of the open space.

In mid-air, the Monkey King, who was already covered in bruises and even had some irregular twists on his left arm and right leg, still refused to fall.

The hands that grabbed the golden hoop stick were a little trembling, and he tried his best in every way, but he was broken by the other party's strength, and he was directly suppressed by absolute strength, and he had no temper when he was beaten.

Yang Jian naturally won't make a dead hand, but he can be regarded as a heavy hand.

If the jade is not carved, the majesty of the monkey really needs to be killed in time, so as not to become a disaster in the future.

"I didn't expect that there would be a character like you in Heavenly Court......"

Leaning on the golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong wiped the fairy blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Yang Jian again.

Just like the initial strength, just like the initial perseverance, just like the beginning, it seems to be fierce to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.

In the roar, there was another ferocious forward.

Yang Jian grabbed the three-pointed two-edged gun forward, but this time he didn't shoot, but just slapped a palm in front of him.

Qiankun was faintly distorted, Sun Wukong's figure rushed forward, and the raised Dinghai Divine Needle smashed towards Yang Jian's forehead a little weakly, but Yang Jian's palm smashed on the monkey's chest before that.

Another fall out, this has happened dozens of times.

"Admit defeat, today you will be defeated after all. ”

Yang Jian's indifferent voice floated in, lying on the somersault cloud, and the monkey king, who could barely get up, bared his teeth, still showing a fierce appearance.

Or, this is the ferocity that he has been suppressing in his heart.

"This monkey is also a character," Nezha muttered softly, Li Jing on the side coughed lightly, Nezha closed his mouth with laughter, and didn't say anything more.

Below, the monkey staggered to its feet and pounced again with scars all over its body.

Yang Jian still only slapped at the monkey spirit where it was not injured, continuing to aggravate his injuries.

In the heavenly court, the immortals who didn't know that Yang Jian had incarnated as the Bodhi Patriarch were praising Yang Jian's invincibility at the moment. But knowing the real powers that Yang Jian has been in Fangcun Mountain for fifty years, this picture is a different situation.

This is to clearly sharpen the monkey's heart, forge the monkey's will, and by the way, sharpen the monkey's spirit.

Yang Jian shot again and again, and every time he didn't choose the monkey's vital point, but every time he would shake the monkey's body.

Although most monks don't understand the Eight or Nine Xuangong, this scene seems to be completely understandable that Yang Jian is laying a solid foundation for the monkey and taking this opportunity to help the monkey practice.

No matter what, Sun Wukong is already on the verge of collapse, as long as Sun Wukong falls, Yang Jian takes this Monkey King back to Heaven to hand over the business, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with Yang Jian.

Heavenly Court categorically didn't dare to really kill this Monkey King, but would give him a lot of benefits like Yang Jian and help him practice all the way, this should be the calculation of Buddhism and the Jade Emperor, and use this to repair relations with Yang Jian......

That's probably what happened.

Maybe Sun Wukong finally calmed down at this time, or maybe he was stimulated by the fiasco of those demon soldiers under the mountain, and he finally had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Sun Wukong rushed twice, although he was easily repelled by Yang Jian each time, but this time, he began to imitate Yang Jian's moves, and even pondered how to add a little injury to Yang Jian.

Even if it was only a little bit, it was the last dignity that his Monkey King could get today.

It's a pity that Yang Jian, who was a little disappointed in the monkey, didn't give him this chance at all.

Yang Jian seemed to be a little impatient, his brows furrowed slightly, and his forehead and eyes suddenly opened.

In the vertical eyes, the mystery of the six reincarnations and the law of the rotation of heaven and earth suddenly appeared, and Sun Wukong was directly fixed in place.

Yang Jian was about to knock the monkey out directly, but he saw a golden light flash in the clouds, but it was a diamond bracelet that smashed on the back of the monkey's head, directly spitting out a mouthful of blood from the monkey, grabbing the Dinghai God Needle, and falling weakly towards Huaguo Mountain.

The diamond bracelet is naturally Lao Jun's treasure, Lao Jun's shot at this time seems to be quite heavy, but in fact, it also saves Yang Jian a lot of trouble.

"Bring this monkey back to Heaven for trial," Lao Jun's voice came from the depths of the sky, Yang Jian gave up his hand, threw out a fairy rope in his hand, and directly tied Sun Wukong with five flowers, and threw it to the heavenly generals.

Then he looked like he didn't care about himself, watched the fight on Huaguo Mountain for a while, turned around and flew back to the chair in the clouds, sat in the chair for a long time, and quietly closed his eyes to recuperate.

The Heavenly General escorted the monkey back to Heaven, but Li Jing and Nezha stood behind Yang Jian and continued to supervise the battle here.

The demon soldiers all over the mountains have been killed and injured at this time.

One thousand two hundred witches are like a sharp blade, tearing apart one defense line after another of demon soldiers, and gradually destroying the mental defenses of these demon soldiers.

The Meishan immortal soldiers who rushed behind these Wu clan disciples were basically unharmed, and most of the time they were cleaning up some demon soldiers who didn't have much to resist.

Yang Jian had said before that if he didn't surrender, he would be killed.

In front of these Wu clan disciples who hated the demon clan, the demon soldiers had no chance to surrender at all, and they were directly swept away by 1,200 witches like autumn wind sweeping leaves.

"Senior brother," Nezha asked thoughtfully, "Is that monkey a disciple of our teaching?"

"No," Yang Jian shook his head, and then exhaled a little bored thinking of the monkey's previous performance.

Originally, Yang Jian didn't plan to let the monkey go to the west to experience the journey, the westward journey was quite repressive of the monkey's own nature, and there was even a small catastrophe of the real and false Monkey King, and Buddhism was afraid that the monkey would secretly do something.

But at this time, Yang Jian really couldn't think of any other opportunities for monkeys to grow and sharpen besides the Journey to the West, which had been foreshadowed by the Heavenly Dao at this time.

He didn't want the monkey to grind out its fangs, but he had to teach the monkey how to think.

One day the general hurriedly came to give an order, saying that Li Tianwang, Nezha and Yang Jian should return to heaven to receive the reward, Yang Jian looked at Huaguo Mountain, and didn't say much, and met the two ladies who were waiting in the sky, and entered the Nantianmen together.

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