422 The Hero Is Late

422 The hero is late

"The Sword God comes to the world!"

Zuo Xiaolong pressed his palm down, and a huge sword more than ten meters long suddenly appeared in the sky and slashed directly towards Qin Chuan!

And Qin Chuan's left and right sides were sealed by sword energy, leaving him nowhere to hide!

"Is this how you Wudang say hello?"

Qin Chuan didn't care, but asked with a smile.

"Yes, this is my passion for Wudang Mountain, you have to accept it!"

Zuo Xiaolong said, letting the giant sword directly press down!

"Mingwang Mahamudra!"

Qin Chuan raised his head and made a big handprint directly into the air!

The black Daming King appeared in the air and struck him out with a palm!

"boom!"

The palm of the Ming King hit the huge sword, causing the falling sword to slow down.

The two people once again fell into a competition of internal strength!

Zuo Xiaolong controlled the giant sword, Qin Chuan released the giant palm, and the two were in a stalemate!

"good chance!"

The young master's eyes lit up, he swung his fan, and three bone-transforming needles hit the two people directly.

At this time, the two people's whole body strength was in competition, and they had no time to care about anything else.

But at this moment, Miao'e's figure appeared in front of the bone-transforming needles, and with a wave of his hand, he swatted away the three bone-transforming needles.

"Donor, this is not right."

Miao'e clasped his hands together and murmured, "You shouldn't disturb the fight between the two of them."

"You great monk, why are you so boring!"

The young master curled his lips, "Wouldn't it be interesting if the two of them died like this?"

"Amitabha...sin, sin..."

"If you continue to stand in my way, you will be the first to go to hell!"

The young master said, stretched out his hands, threw out a row of black thread, and wrapped it around his body.

"Forced Puppetry."

A smile appeared on the young master's lips, "After using this move, my strength can be forcibly improved! I can forcibly improve other people's strength, and naturally I can also forcibly improve my own. Master Miao'e, if you don't avoid it, you will You will really die."

The young master said, stretched out his hand, and threw out three flying needles, connected to three silk threads.

His flying needle was as fast as lightning, arriving in front of Miao E in the blink of an eye.

Miao'e stretched out her hand and slapped it. Unexpectedly, the flying needle was not swatted away, but inserted into Miao'e's palm.

"I told you, it's very dangerous now."

The young master smiled proudly and said, "You still want to stop my flying needle. You are really thinking too much."

"Amitabha……"

Miao'e's eyes burst out with light, and the silver needle on his palm was blown away!

"I didn't expect that Master Miao'e is already old. Instead of retiring at home and waiting to die, he comes here to suffer. Why bother?"

"Although I have converted to Buddhism, I am still obsessed with worldly matters."

Miao'e smiled and said, "How can you become a Buddha if your heart is not calm?"

"In that case, let me personally help you become a Buddha!"

The young master said, turned around, jumped into the air, and then took off his hand, throwing out hundreds of black threads!

These black silk threads were all connected with silver needles, densely packed like spider webs, flying towards Miao'e.

Miao'e stood there, not moving at all, but put on a posture that was so breathless, and then roared!

A wave of air erupted directly, and all the silk threads that flew over were washed away and scattered aside.

"What a strong internal force."

The young master couldn't help but praise him. Although Master Miao'e was his enemy now, his vast and majestic Qi really made people couldn't help but applaud and praise him.

He is obviously an old man who is about to be beaten, but he can still have such strength now. He is really not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that people cannot escape birth, old age, sickness and death. Even if Master Miao'e is very powerful, he still has to die in peace!

It doesn't make sense that he is in his prime and can't beat an old man.

"Puppet of Hades."

The young master threw out the silk thread in his hand and twisted it into balls again and again in front of him. Soon it turned into a huge black doll, more than four meters tall, standing in front of Miao'e.

"This is a puppet woven by my master, let's see how you resist it!"

As he spoke, several black threads flew out of the puppet and wrapped around the blade next to it.

These blades were like the sharp claws of the puppet, and it was waved several times.

"Swipe!"

A harsh sound broke through the air, and a pillar next to it was cut into two pieces and slowly slid down.

"Have you seen the power of my puppet?"

The young master smiled strangely, as if he already had a chance to win.

"I saw it."

Miao'e didn't care about the young master's tone, and nodded sincerely, "The donor's skills are indeed profound, and his moves are also very unique, which is admirable."

"Haha, that's right, I am the master of Hades!"

The young master said proudly, "This time, I am the leader of the martial arts alliance. I am bound to win it. Bald Donkey, since you are not interested in the alliance leader, why do you stop me?"

"Amitabha, there is good and evil in this world, and I am somewhat partial. I don't want evil people to get the position of leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Am I a villain? No, no, no, Bald Donkey, you are mistaken. My young master is the biggest good guy."

"How can I see it?"

Miao'e asked.

"Because in this world, people are pests."

The young master said, "Isn't it great that I help get rid of the pests? Even the Buddha should thank me."

"Amitabha, the donor's heart has been twisted."

Miao'e sighed and said, "Donor, how about you come to my Shaolin Temple, eat fast and chant Buddha's name every day, and heal your heart?"

"Not interested in."

The young master waved his hand, "I am only interested in killing people!"

"Sin...sin..."

"Where's all this nonsense? I'm going to kill you!"

As the young master spoke, he flicked the black thread in his hand and controlled the huge puppet to attack Master Miao'e.

Although this silk puppet has a huge body, its movements are very flexible. The blade is like a sharp claw, and it has already arrived in front of Master Miao'e! Master Miao'e stood there, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the blades with both hands.

"when!"

The blade hit it, but Miao'e's hand didn't move at all, as if it were made of steel.

"Shaolin's golden bell is really good."

The young master nodded, "However, it's still far from enough."

As he spoke, the silk puppet controlled by the young master began to twist, and his hands kept hitting Miao'e.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Miao'e kept raising his arms to resist the puppet's attacks.

The golden bell strengthens Miao'e's defense, allowing him to fight this huge puppet with his physical body.

"break!"

Miao'e suddenly stretched out his hands, then clasped his hands together and slapped them together hard!

"Bo!"

A huge golden wave rushed out and crashed into the puppet.

The puppet actually took a step back, but Miao'e continued to step forward and punched the puppet repeatedly.

Although it is made of silk thread and its body is super soft, under Miao'e's attack, the puppet's body was beaten back step by step. It is clear that Miao'e's internal strength is too strong, and even the silk thread can collapse!

"Dragon!"

With a move of the young master's fingers, the puppet's right hand turned into a black dragon, then turned around and pressed forward, attacking Miao'e.

"Arhat strikes the bell!"

Miao'e stepped on her foot and pushed out with both fists!

"boom!"

The black-lined dragon was bent out of the way and hit the side.

The statue on one side was directly penetrated by the black dragon and hit the other side. This shows how terrifying this power is!

But there were several black threads wrapped around Miao'e's body unknowingly, constricting his muscles.

"Soul-breaking!"

The young master tightened his fingers, and those black threads actually dug into Miao'e's steel muscles, causing bloodshot threads to form!

"Master Miao'e, you are old."

The young master said, "If you don't retreat, these black threads will break your bones!"

"There's nothing else about Lao Na, except that his bones are a bit hard."

As Master Miao'e spoke, golden light appeared in his eyes, and then his whole body trembled, as if he wanted to break these black threads.

"Don't think about it, you can't stop doing it."

The young master said, "Although you are indeed very masculine, my black line is to use softness to overcome strength. No matter how strong you are, it will be useless."

"It's hard to say."

A layer of golden light erupted from Master Miao'e's body, and he was like an Arhat alive, resisting the young master's silk attack!

"puppet!"

The entire puppet spread out, and then all wrapped around Master Miao'e! Master Miao'e looked like he was wearing a black woolen coat!

"Bald Donkey, since you insist on dying, don't blame me for being rude. Black and red mourning clothes!"

The clothes seemed to be life-threatening, wrapping around Miao'e's body and sealing his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, making him unable to hear, see, or breathe!

Moreover, the clothes were still slowly tightening, and the skin on Miao'e's body was stretched out with large amounts of blood. The blood seeped out and dyed the black thread red.

"Go see the Buddha, bald donkey!"

The young master laughed heartily, as if he already had a chance to win.

"Om!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out!

Look at Master Miao'e's body, a circle of dazzling golden light burst out!

The black and red mourning clothes were slowly stretched open, and finally exploded to pieces with a loud bang!

Master Miao'e stood there proudly covered in blood.

He looked like an Arhat in the world, clenching his fists and gathering them around his waist.

"Amitabha!"

As Master Miao'e roared, his fists were pushed out from his waist.

"The Kung Fu of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger!"

A golden shock wave erupted from Master Miao'e's hand and hit the young master directly.

The young master was taken aback. He quickly waved his hand in front of him. Countless black threads woven into a thick net, trying to block the shock wave.

But the golden shock wave was unstoppable, directly smashing the black net, and then fell on the young master.

"Ahhh!"

The young master screamed several times and flew more than a hundred meters away. Finally, he crashed into a grand hall in Mount Emei and passed out.

"That's good...that's good..."

Master Miao'e stood there with his hands clasped together and slowly closed his eyes.