Chapter 366 Ding Ling VS Master Fang Zheng

But this is the state.

It lasted no more than three or five breaths.

Then there was only a crisp click sound, as if something was broken.

Everyone looked intently.

I only heard a loud bang, and then I saw an Arhat being hit by a giant hammer. Amidst the screams, he was thrown for no less than tens of meters and fell to the ground like a rag. His body rolled a few times. Then he stopped, and when he took a closer look, he found that he only had air coming in and no air coming out.

Master Fang Zheng turned pale and became furious.

Just waiting to be scolded.

Boom boom boom!

One by one, the golden Arhats were swept away by the hammer shadow!

They flew out tens of meters like rags, and fell to the ground one by one with bangs and bangs. However, without exception, they were all severely injured. Some were even killed directly on the spot. Judging from their unrecognizable appearance, it was obvious that The death was very tragic.

Qu Feiyan and the others were relieved.

"ah!"

However, Master Fang Zheng's eyes almost burst, and he couldn't help roaring angrily, pointing his finger at Ding Ling:

"Ding Ling, you big devil, do you really want to make an enemy of the world and slaughter all living beings?"

Ding Ling carried the drum, urn and golden hammer and walked slowly towards Master Fang Zheng. His eyes were deep, his face was indifferent, and his voice was cold:

"I've said it a long time ago. I don't want to be an enemy of the world, nor do I want to go against this world. It's you who want to be the one who leads this. You want to be my enemy.

Since you want to be my enemy.

Then be prepared to be killed by me at any time.

Master Fang Zheng!

What do you say? "

"ah!"

Master Fang Zheng roared:

"Ding Ling, you used magic weapons, while our Shaolin Temple used ordinary iron rods. This battle was unfair from the beginning. If you are a hero, you should not do such unfair things."

"Ha ha……"

Ding Ling laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Suddenly, his smile disappeared and his face turned as cold as ice:

"Qu Feiyan is right. You bald donkeys are all hypocritical! It's fair for you to besiege me. It's unfair for me to use magic weapons. Okay!"

Ding Ling put down the drum, urn and golden hammer:

"I'm here today with nothing to try Master Fang Zheng's unique skills from Shaolin Temple!"

"good!"

Master Fang Zheng was so angry at Ding Ling that he didn't know how to respond. When he saw that Ding Ling actually put down his magic weapon to fight against him, he breathed a sigh of relief and his heart couldn't help but lift up.

He glanced behind him, said "Amitabha", and then said:

"If I die, no one in Shaolin Temple can avenge me, remember this!"

Master Fang Zheng sighed.

After all, he overestimated the power of the Eighteen Arhat Formation in Shaolin Temple.

I also underestimated Ding Ling’s domineering and unparalleled power!

I originally thought that the combined efforts of the eighteen first-class peak-level masters in the Eighteen Arhat Formation would be enough to kill a strong man like Ding Ling.

And even if it can't be killed.

It should be possible to retreat.

Now it seems that he has underestimated himself.

He despised Ding Ling.

Our eighteen first-class masters were cultivated by the entire Shaolin Temple and decades of hard work!

They are enough to be passed down as the foundation of Shaolin Temple!

Now it has been shattered.

Master Fang Zheng felt sad, regretful, self-blame, annoyed, deplored, and angry.

He regretted and blamed himself for taking things for granted. He felt that as Taishan Beidou in the world of martial arts, Ding Ling would never kill them!

The regret is that he should not have dispatched the power of the Shaolin Temple. He should have brought the Wudang Clan and others together to investigate the crime.

It is a pity that Shaolin Temple’s decades of hard work were ruined in one go because of the death of the Eighteen Arhats in anger!

"Abbott."

All the Shaolin Temple monks changed their colors.

"Remember what I said."

Master Fang Zheng said solemnly:

"Otherwise, even if I go to the West and see the Buddha, my heart will not be at peace!"

"Yes. Abbot."

All the monks can only obey orders.

It’s just that everyone has bad thoughts in their mind.

"Amitabha."

Master Fang Zheng made a decision, and after giving instructions to all the monks, he strode out and faced Ding Ling:

"Donor Ding's hammering skills are earth-shattering, and his skills are unmatched by others. There is a high probability that I am not your opponent! But I still want to say that Donor Ding has been deeply possessed by the devil. Only by stepping back from the brink in time and returning from the lost path can he truly see my Buddha. On the other side, you can enjoy great freedom and freedom.

If you continue to be so stubborn and unrepentant, I am afraid that once you go astray, even the Buddha will be unable to save you! "

"Master Fang Zheng is very sharp-tongued."

Ding Ling said indifferently:

"It's just that no matter how outrageous your talk is, I won't listen to your nonsense here!"

"Brother Ding, that's well said!"

Qu Feiyan cheered, his pretty face full of joy.

"If Donor Ding is willing to convert to our Buddha, our Shaolin Temple is willing to do our best to help you."

Master Fang Zheng said sincerely:

"This is a rare opportunity. Most people don't get this kind of treatment."

"Thank you, Master Fang Zheng, for your kindness."

Ding Ling smiled slightly:

"I admire your spirit and courage, Master. Not long ago, you wanted to kill me. But now you are trying your best to win over me. Such kindness is very rare. I ask myself that I can't do it. I won't stay with you, Master." Come take a seat."

He raised his hand:

"Let me learn the unique skills of Master Fang Zheng of Shaolin Temple."

"Since I can't make sense, I'll give up my skin and have a good contest with Donor Ding."

Master Fang Zheng took a deep breath and suppressed his boiling thoughts. He activated the Yijinjing. In an instant, his whole body was filled with Qi. Qi was generated from within and kept flowing. Between accumulation and release, it was like a rising tide and thunder!

Boom!

Master Fang Zheng's figure was like lightning. He came in front of Ding Ling and slapped out a palm. This palm looked ordinary at first, but in just a moment, one palm suddenly turned into two palms, four palms, and in an instant, the sky was full of palm shadows, each palm was unpredictable and vast!

The void that was slapped seemed to have the sound of thunder, and from time to time there was a rumbling sound across the sky.

Ding Ling did not advance but retreated, and slapped out the same palm.

The Great Songyang Divine Palm!

The Great Songyang Divine Palm, which was stimulated by the Pure Yang True Skill and the Qi of the Breathing Method at the same time, once it was thrown, it also transformed into countless palm shadows, each of which was hot and violent, like thunder that would explode at any time.

As the palm shadows of both sides were printed together.

Bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions were heard continuously!

As soon as the two fought, they went directly into the highest nest!

But seeing the palm shadows in the void flying over, the wind continued, and thunder was dark. Where the two passed, huge rocks collapsed, trees collapsed, and grass broke, it was like two gods fighting, and the people on the side were secretly impressed.

The people on the side of Shaolin Temple had their hearts in their throats. Seeing their own abbot so brave, they were secretly cheering, and when they were radiant, boom!

Suddenly a loud noise passed by their ears.

When they looked again, they saw that their own abbot had been slapped and flew out more than ten feet!