Chapter 149 Buddhist Vajra (Part 2)

Groan!

The low dragon roar suddenly sounded at this time.

On the arm of the Azure Dragon Lord, a bright azure light burst out.

After a moment, the green light suddenly retracted like lightning and adhered to his arm. The green light overflowed and condensed into green dragon scales that shimmered with green light.

This punch was not an ordinary fist, but a dragon fist.

A punch with power comparable to that of a real dragon landed on the Buddhist Vajra Body of Chicken Soup Monk.

At the moment of the collision, a sound like gold and iron came out from the field.

A circle of strong wind ripples swept away, and the surrounding air suddenly exploded with bangs.

One can imagine how terrifying this encounter was.

No matter how difficult and powerful the physical training of the Chicken Soup Saint Monk was, after receiving this blow, he felt as if he had been crushed by a mountain. His back was curved like a bow, and he was knocked back and flew backwards.

The blood slowly seeped out from the robes of the Chicken Soup Monk. It was clearly a dazzling golden color, but it was more shocking than the scarlet blood.

"How dare you stop me with just a few pounds?" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Lord Qinglong's lips.

Then, he laughed loudly, stepped out fiercely, chased the Chicken Soup Monk, and punched out with another punch without any fancy.

Boom!

The air was compressed so much that it exploded, and everyone could clearly see that the space where Qinglong dominated the fist became slightly distorted.

Clang!

The chicken soup monk flicked his sleeves and stretched out one palm to block the punch of the Qinglong Lord, resisting the sharp green light.

Click!

Immediately, his arm twisted strangely, and the bones seemed to be broken.

The Azure Dragon Lord sneered, his fists danced, and his offensive instantly poured out like a torrential rain, covering Monk Chicken Soup.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The sound of gold and iron erupted crazily, and along with the sound, there were continuous ripples of almost terrifying power.

It was just the aftermath, but the violent force permeating the ripples was enough to make most monks in the world feel numb.

"Buddha in the flesh? It's just a crumbling clay Buddha statue." The cold voice of Lord Qinglong sounded.

"Amitabha." The Chicken Soup Sage's response was the same.

If I don’t go to hell, who will?

boom!

The Qinglong Lord punched out again, and the fist filled with green light hit his shoulder hard.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking came from the Chicken Soup Monk's shoulders, and at the same time, the powerful force directly shook his body and flew backwards.

Uh-huh!

Just as the Chicken Soup Holy Monk flew out upside down, the blue dragon master's legs also flashed with green light, covered with a layer of green dragon scales, and suddenly turned into a sharp scale blade, moving at an astonishing speed. Chicken Soup Saint Monk's chest crossed.

The green light flashed away.

The robe of the Chicken Soup Monk was torn from his chest, and a bloody scar appeared on his chest.

boom!

The Chicken Soup Monk staggered, tapped the void, and barely stabilized his body in the air.

"How long can you hold on?" Lord Qinglong sneered.

Before the Soul Lord could say any more sarcastic words, Chicken Soup Monk stopped listening very rudely. He just lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, with an open-minded smile on his face.

Then he began to recite Buddhist verses word for word.

"Thirty years for all sentient beings like cattle and horses, sixty years for all Buddhas, dragons and elephants."

Those who succeed must not only have extraordinary talent, but also must have perseverance.

At this moment, the chicken soup monk was bleeding from all his orifices, but he closed his eyes and spread his hands calmly.

He was covered in his own blood.

Golden blood.

At this moment, the golden blood suddenly flashed endless Buddha light.

The Buddha's light envelopes the body of the chicken soup monk.

In the Buddha's light, the Chicken Soup Monk was not angry and proud, all the injuries on his body were restored, and the golden blood flowed back.

The Buddha's light gradually dissipated.

Chicken Soup Monk doesn't seem to have changed much on the surface, but he has an indescribable temperament.

He looked at Lord Qinglong and said softly: "Please."

At this moment, how could he still be the so-called invincible? It is clearly already a Buddhist Vajra!

.........

Here, the Chicken Soup Monk used his arms as a chariot to stop the Azure Dragon Master by himself.

On the other side, Gu Qiu and Li Shiyi did not dare to waste their opportunity. They joined forces and for the first time since their debut, they launched a joint attack on the White Tiger Master with more and less.

Among the Azure Dragon Master and the White Tiger Master, the Azure Dragon Master is a town monk and the highest authority in the Huanling Sect, so in theory, the Azure Dragon Master should be stronger.

The Holy Monk of Chicken Soup first held off the Azure Dragon Lord, and the two of them teamed up to deal with the weaker White Tiger Lord, and then went back to "Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu".

A very reasonable tactic.

The difficulty lies in whether Gu Qiu and Li Shiyi can defeat the White Tiger Lord, and can the Chicken Soup Saint Monk survive until that time?

This is an issue that must be considered.

But the three people present really didn't think about this issue.

Because, in the thin line between life and death, the only way to survive is to not think about life and death.

The spiritual energy that filled the sky was lifted up by Li Shiyi's Qi machine, and it suddenly flew into the air.

There are rolling thunders, one after another, coming from the heaven, and they are all projected towards the White Tiger Lord.

Since ancient times, swords have been nothing more than thrusting horizontally, vertically and diagonally, but why is Li Shiyi's Haoran Sword regarded as a new style of swordsmanship, a school of its own?

That's the reason.

What is Haoran Sword?

The sword is cultivated to nourish the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth. If it is not balanced, it will scream, so it is extremely good at resonating with heaven and earth.

At this time, Li Shiyi used his four ounces of power to stir up the secret of heaven.

There are bursts of thunder.

This is undoubtedly a very grand and spectacular sight

"Please go through the tribulation." The space around Li Shiyi has been disrupted by Qi and squeezed to pieces.

Thunder struck from the sky, like a steady stream of water coming from the sky.

The momentum created by Gu Qiu was also not weaker than that of Li Shiyi.

The sword energy around him poured out like a flood filling a lake.

The White Tiger Lord only felt that there was an overwhelming sword move in front of him.

I couldn't tell whether it was a flood or a thunderstorm. I just felt that there was a powerful force that stirred for three thousand miles.

This made him tremble slightly.

The sword moves of the two people in front of them were not only full of vitality and awe-inspiring, but also so exquisite that they were almost Taoist and unbelievable.

At this moment, the White Tiger Master made up his mind to eradicate these two sword cultivators.

Otherwise, in a few years, maybe two more sword immortals will come to this world.

He showed a serious look in his eyes, tapped the void with one toe, and tapped the other toe on the ground one step behind. Without any evasion, he punched straight out.

The huge thunder exploded under the force of his fist, and then disappeared into a burst of purple light.

Then, he stepped forward with his back foot and punched with his left hand.

One punch created a fist that filled the sky, facing the lake-like sword energy, and the collision created a curtain that stretched endlessly.

Both the sword energy and the fist are shortening rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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