Infinite Battle

"Master, it's not a good habit for you to sneak up on me halfway."

Jiang Shang's voice was low and he looked at the hanging monk who sneaked up on him.

"Amitabha, the donor slaughtered our Buddhist gate, Jinshui Temple, for no reason. He should have known the consequences of such an act."

Monk Xingkong's eyelids drooped and he spoke plainly about Jiang Shang Tu Temple, seeming to be indifferent to it.

"You monk is quite interesting. If you block me tonight, do you want to avenge your descendants of the Buddha?"

Jiang Shang looked at Monk Xuankong's plain appearance and became interested. The sarcasm in his words was particularly obvious.

"Amitabha, it's a sin. Seeing that the donor showed no remorse, I can't believe that the poor monk will go on a killing spree today. He's offended."

As soon as the Xuankong monk finished speaking, he rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hand, and they suddenly exploded, with a fierce sound of breaking through the air, and struck towards Jiang Shang's face. The Xuankong monk followed closely with the Buddhist beads in his hand, made fists with both hands, and rushed towards Jiang Shang. Come from the middle gate.

Seeing that the monk didn't say much, Jiang Shang took action directly. He didn't think what he was thinking. He waved his left hand to the Buddhist beads that were shooting toward him, picked up the sleeves of the Black German Five Emperors robe, and put it in his hands. All the beads, which contained the power of the hanging monk, were taken down.

Bang...

Then the right fist came from behind the sleeve and hit the hanging monk's right fist. As the two fists collided, a strong wind pressure spread in all directions from the place where the two met. , the sleeves of the two of them were rustling under the pressure of the wind.

Fist to fist, veins popped up on their colliding arms. As the stalemate continued, there was a roar on Jiang Shang and Monk Xuankong, burning with illusory forms of dark red and gold energy.

Seeing that the punch failed, Monk Xuankong turned his other hand on his abdomen, slapped Jiang Shang with his palm, and drank in a deep voice.

"Great Hands of Mercy."

This palm was unremarkable, as if there was no threat, but Jiang Shang, who was so close, was attacked by the hanging monk, and countless goosebumps instantly rose.

has a problem!

Seeing this, Jiang Shang shook his left fist and stepped back. The unpredictable steps of the hanging monk followed him like Jiang Shang's shadow. His left palm slapped Jiang Shang's face without hesitation. abdomen.

"Old bald donkey,

You really thought I was afraid of you. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude. "

Seeing the Hanging Monk like this, Jiang Shang had a cruel expression on his face, rolled up the sleeve of his arm with his right fist, and slashed at the Hanging Monk's left arm like a battle ax with his right arm.

Although I don't know what the name of Monk Xuankong and this great compassionate hand is, but since Monk Xuankong is pressing forward step by step, Jiang Shang cannot retreat again and again, exchanging injuries for him. Jiang Shang has never been afraid of anyone.

Bang...

The hanging monk's whole body was pressed very low, his right leg was bent, his left leg was pulled back, and his left palm struck Jiang Shang's abdomen with the Great Compassionate Hand. A layer of wind pressure visible to the naked eye surged from Jiang Shang's abdomen. And out.

Jiang Shang's clothes instantly swelled up, and all the muscles and bones inside seemed to have turned into diamonds at this time, extremely hard. However, the palm of the hanging monk had no idea what it was about. Jiang Shang could only feel the internal organs in his abdomen. There was a pain and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Jiang Shang received a hard palm from the hanging monk on his abdomen, and then his right arm was like a real battle axe. With the sound of bones breaking, the hanging monk's left arm was cut off by Jiang Shang Qigen. Thick blood flowed from the hanging monk's left arm. gushed out.

There was no movement between the two of them, but they secretly went all out in such a fierce fight, causing blood all over their bodies to spurt. At this moment, the left arm of the hanging monk was broken, and the blood all over his body was like a flood that had opened a floodgate, and he could no longer control it. .

As his left arm was cut off, the muscles on the hanging monk's face twitched. He pulled back his left leg and swept out with a sweep of his leg, scraping off a layer of bricks and stones on the ground, with splashes. The left leg swept over the masonry fragments.

Regarding Monk Xuankong's purpose, Jiang Shang was very clear in his heart. Monk Xuankong's move at this time was obviously to force Jiang Shang back. How could Jiang Shang fulfill Monk Xuankong's wish?

Immediately, his right leg moved forward, his whole body pressed forward, and his weight was placed on his right leg, so that one leg of his right leg penetrated the masonry on the ground, and it was three points into the ground before stopping.

As soon as Monk Xuankong saw Jiang Shang's movements, he understood that Jiang Shang would rather receive his blow forcefully than give him a chance to retreat. At this time, it was impossible to withdraw his legs and retreat.

Bang...

Jiang Shang's whole body was shocked. His right leg, which was three-thirds of the way down, was moved sideways by the hanging monk's leg, plowing out a dent in the masonry on the ground.

Jiang Shang only felt that one leg of the hanging monk was as strong as a high-speed car. The power of its leg was extremely fierce, more than a little stronger than that of the wise monk.

Jiang Shang stepped hard with his left leg to the side, forcing himself to stabilize his sliding posture. Then, using his right leg that was deeply sunk in the ground as a fulcrum, his left leg instantly shot up under the strong centrifugal force, like a bullet. Like a barrel, with strong wind pressure, it bombarded towards the hanging monk.

Jiang Shang's kick forced the hanging monk, who wanted to retreat, to find a way to deal with it under the strong pressure of death. Before Jiang Shang's left leg could reach, the powerful wind pressure had already hit, knocking the hanging monk's His face was extremely distorted.

The hanging monk's expression darkened, he drew a circle with his left and right legs, and his whole body sank steadily down to his waist and hips. He waved his right hand in front of his chest, clasped his hands together, and spoke with a loud voice.

"King Kong worships Buddha."

Following the movements of the hanging monk, the golden illusory light on his body suddenly swelled and turned into a golden glaring Vajra, protecting the hanging monk's entire body inside his body.

boom...

Strong wind pressure visible to the naked eye followed, and Jiang Shang fell from the air with one leg. The color of the golden angry-eyed King Kong on the hanging monk suddenly dimmed, and it suddenly became extremely dim, as if it might break at any time.

The ground where Monk Xuankong was standing sank downwards, and his whole body sank deeply into a pit in the ground. Under such a strong blow, the left arm that Monk Xuankong had managed to control was broken. A blood arrow spurted out.

Jiang Shang was unyielding and saw that Monk Xuankong was seriously injured. He retracted his left leg and tried to move towards Monk Xuankong.

"stop!!!"

As a fierce shout came from a distance, a spear shot towards Jiang Shang from a distance. The spear was surrounded by green aura, and there were even wisps of white air above the spear head. Accompanied by a strong whistling sound, the spear passed over the hanging monk's head and went straight to the door facing Jiang Shang.

Jiang Shang's body jumped forward for a moment, his foot slipped, he stepped sideways to get out of the way of the spear that was shooting at a high speed, and grabbed the barrel of the spear. Incomparable surging power came from the spear, and Jiang Shang's whole body was hit by the force of the spear. , sliding all the way backwards.

The cyan Gang Qi on the spear and the dark red Gang Qi in Jiang Shang's hand exploded against each other. Jiang Shang stepped back with both feet, turned his whole body, held the head of the gun with both hands, and lowered his body forward, the soles of his feet The next step was full of fireworks.

As soon as the person came, he drank loudly

"You two dare to attack me in Jintian City privately, you don't take me seriously at all."

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