Chapter 434 Crush!
A tall and burly figure appeared behind Fairy Ji at an unknown time.
This person stretched out his palm, grabbed Fairy Ji's arm, and pulled it back sharply, then clenched a fist with his left hand, and slammed into the golden fist of Monk Jueka!
This punch is so powerful that it seems to punch a hole in the sky and shoot down the blazing sun!
In close combat, there are not many monks who can fight against the descendants of King Kong Temple with bare hands. The descendant of Liuli Palace in Xianmen is one of them, and the devil of the Devil's Overlord Hall also has this ability.
The monks of other sects must avoid their edge!
Out of the corner of the eyes of Fairy Ji, she saw that there was no waist badge hanging around this person's waist, and that he was wearing a coarse linen coat, obviously not a monk from the Liuli Palace or the Overlord's Palace.
Thinking about it this way, this person will definitely suffer a big loss if he chooses to take a punch with Monk Juehan!
"do not……"
Fairy Ji spoke to remind her, but it was too late.
She seemed to see the tragic scene where the hand of the sackclothed man was broken and his arm was beaten into a cloud of blood.
"Ask yourself for trouble!"
The monk felt scornful.
boom!
The fists collided, and a loud noise erupted, such as defeating Ge!
The mockery on the monk's face just appeared, but it disappeared in an instant, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils shrunk into needle eyes!
Ji Yao was stunned and stunned.
The golden light on the fist of Monk Juehan was smashed to pieces by the punch of the sackclothed man, like a spark, scattered and splashed in all directions.
Between the fist and fist collision, a mass of air fluctuations visible to the naked eye burst out, the heat wave hit the face, and the remaining energy was amazing!
The big man in linen didn't retreat half a step, and his fist was intact!
On the contrary, the monk Dengdeng stepped back three steps, and his face gradually sank.
The big man in linen took Ji Yaojing's arm and brought it behind him. He stood in front of him, his expression was calm, his eyes were like knives, and he stared at the opposite monk Jueyan.
The appearance of the big man in sackcloth actually calmed down the situation temporarily.
Monk Juehan and Fairy Ji were looking at the sackclothed man, as if they wanted to see something from him.
The big man in linen has a rough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, a burly figure, a full two meters high, huge and rough palms and thick fingers.
The fist was clenched like a pair of hammers!
Fairy Ji frowned slightly, she couldn't see a trace of familiarity on the big man in linen.
It was certain that she had never seen this person before, let alone knew him.
But for some reason, Fairy Ji always felt that something was wrong.
Fairy Ji tilted her head thoughtfully.
Monk Juehan looked at the sackcloth man from head to toe several times, but couldn't see anything, so he couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "What kind of sect is this donor?"
"No way."
The big man in linen said lightly.
"Amitabha."
Monk Juehan chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes became colder, and he said coldly: "Since you are a loose cultivator, the little monk advises you not to go into this muddy water, so as not to get into trouble!"
"Oh?"
The big man in linen grinned and said aggressively, "I want to take care of it, what can you do to me!"
"You know, the girl behind you is a demon girl, who kills without blinking her eyes, and her hands are stained with countless blood!" Monk Juehan's voice gradually increased, containing the divine nature of Buddhism, roaring.
"There is also a lot of blood in the hands of the master."
"I am a Buddhist, she is a demon!"
"so what?"
The words of the two were tit-for-tat, and the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense, full of chills.
But at this time, Fairy Ji's heart was unprecedentedly calm.
The tall and generous back in front of her seems to be able to shield her from all the wind and rain, preventing her from being hurt in the slightest!
Even if she is a member of the Demon Sect.
"Good, good, good."
Monk Jueyan nodded again and again, his eyes opened and closed, two golden lights suddenly burst out, and his momentum skyrocketed.
Buddhist secret technique, King Kong's angry eyes!
The Eye Eye Secret Technique can not only affect the cultivator's mind, but it is also an instant technique that is difficult for opponents to guard against.
"Be careful!"
Fairy Ji felt that something was wrong when she saw that the monk's eyes flickered with anger.
But just as she spoke to remind her, her voice was overwhelmed by the Buddhist holy sound of the monk who felt hatred!
"If you choose to protect this woman, you are an enemy of my King Kong Temple, an enemy of my Buddhist school, and an enemy of the entire righteous path!"
Monk Juehan shouted loudly, one word at a time, and his voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which shocked his heart.
This is the unique sound wave secret technique of Buddhism, the lion's roar technique.
Just now, Monk Jueyan relied on these two instant techniques to instantly injure the Fairy Ji and gain the upper hand.
Normally, when ordinary monks are attacked by these two instant techniques, their eyes are tingling, and their ears are buzzing.
But the sackclothed man's expression did not change, and there was a strange light in his eyes.
The two golden lights pierced in the air quietly disappeared.
The big man in linen took a deep breath, his chest bulged high, and his whole body seemed to swell a little, like an air bag that had just been inflated.
The next moment, the big man in linen opened his mouth abruptly, but he interrupted the monk Juehan with a strong force and shouted: "Fight!"
boom!
One word fell, and the stone broke the sky!
Like a thunderous explosion, the rumbling rolled over, as if thousands of troops were swallowing thousands of miles.
Before he could finish his words, the monk was interrupted by a big man in sackcloth, blocking the flow of air in his chest.
The distance between the two was extremely close, and the big man in linen threw off his stride, and almost in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Monk Juehan.
Boom!
The big man in the linen stomped heavily on the ground, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake. The ground behind him actually plowed out two huge ravines, and the soil was surging!
Ji Yaojing looked horrified, her seductive rosy lips opened, watching this scene in disbelief.
Where is this person?
Even the pure-blooded beasts ran rampant in the past, they have never seen such momentum!
Lu Wu, the pure-blooded beast standing behind Monk Jueyan, was originally watching from the sidelines, but when he felt the aura of the sackclothed man, he was also taken aback. The hair all over his body stood on end, and his body swelled in size!
This is the natural reaction of the monster's body when it feels extreme danger.
At this time, in terms of momentum, the big man in linen has completely crushed Monk Juehan!
call!
The big man in sackcloth stretched out his palms and descended from the sky, carrying an aura that would tear the vast land apart, and slapped the monk Juehan heavily.
The palm of the palm, with its five fingers open, seems to cover the sky and suppress the Eight Desolations!
Monk Juehan had lost his chance, and his color changed in shock. He didn't have time to take out the Buddhist spiritual artifact from the storage bag, and he directly raised his arms and moved upwards with the momentum of carrying the cauldron.
boom!
The palm of the sackclothed man fell heavily on the arms of Monk Juekan.
The stature of the monk Jueyan was short, and his feet were deeply immersed in the mud, even less than his knees!
At this moment, in the sight of Fairy Ji, there is a great demon god standing in front of him, looking down at the vast sky, sticking out a big hand that covers the sky, crushing an ant!
The descendant of the dignified King Kong Temple has no momentum at this moment, it is really no different from the ants in the soil!
Ka Ka Ka!
The two sides are still deadlocked.
But in the body of the monk who felt anger, there was a sound of skeletal shaking, as if the skeleton was about to disintegrate, and the friction was constant, which made one's teeth sour.