"You can take over my Baguazhang, the Yijin Jing is indeed extremely capable." Yang Zhao waved his palm and slashed, shouting: "However, you secretly reserved and did not do your best when you fight just now. You want to deal with me by relying on the white level of the Yijin Jing alone? It's too naive to think. Come on, show your true abilities and show me."

"Haha, hahahahaha~~~" The sad monk smiled at the sky, and suddenly laughed. The light in his eyes burst into tears, and he said with a deep heart: "Ignorance boy, who has not known the height of the sky and the earth, dares to speak out loud! Come on, let you see the supreme power of the Yijin Jing!"

The words were heard. The monk's arms suddenly stretched left and right, and behind him a huge Buddha wheel filled with Buddhist reliefs appeared. The gray-black aura appeared from his body like a volcanic explosion, and his momentum increased endlessly, and three unique golden patterns appeared on his face. Looking at the prelude to his practice, it was the strongest realm of the Yijin Jing: the black-level Buddha!

The four great masters of Shaolin, the boy's skills are the weakest, and their success only reaches the eighth level of the Golden Bell Cover. Although the power of the Golden Bell Cover is strong in practicing the indestructible body of Vajra, although it is too profound and difficult, and later generations cannot reach the twelve levels without a cover. As for the "Mycephala Washing Sutra", it is said that it does not focus on strength, but on spiritual cultivation, and has long been lost. Therefore, the "Yi Jin Jing" is unique, and there is a saying in the martial arts world that "Yi Jin Jing is great and invincible." However, since the founding of the founding of the founding of Bodhidharma, no one in Shaolin Temple has been able to practice the highest level of the "Yi Jin Jing" in hundreds of years. But the sad monk in front of him can do it, why don't you shock others?

In an instant, the powerful true energy of the Black-level Futu in Yijin Jing was like a river breaking through the dam, surging and surging, and it was uncontrollable. At the same time, Pishouxuan and Xuankong were shocked and turned backwards involuntarily. They couldn't even care about their hostility. They just subconsciously tried their best to protect themselves, and staggered backwards. It was still like this when they were in the outer layer of the Black-level Futu true energy storm. Yang Zhao, who was at the core of the storm and was close to the monk who was miserable, was naturally even more invincible.

The thick black air surged in strands, and the miasma was tangled, completely swallowing the little prince. In a daze, all kinds of horror scenes came into my mind. Yang Zhao seemed to have really entered the Infinite Hell, and was forced to endure the endless pain and torture of seven tortures, including fire, ice, rolling oil, cutting flesh, slashing eyes, and hooking the tongue, and could not turn over! Although he knew that this was just an illusion caused by the black-level pagoda, the pain conveyed from every nerve in his body was so clear that it was impossible to distinguish what was true and what was illusion. The Yijin Jing can not only traumatize the enemy's **, but also corrode the thoughts and wills, invade internally and invade externally, and the enemy's fighting spirit can be severely destroyed without blood. It is really incredible and worthy of the praise of "the Yijin Jing in the world".

However, destroying the enemy's spirit alone is not considered to be fulfilled. Yang Su's promise was to get the head of the king of Henan, and he could get three thousand kilograms of gold. How could the monk be willing to give up, but only to subdue the little prince? He had done enough and his internal strength was raised to the peak realm. It was full, overflowing, and he did not vomit. His face, which was always kind and compassionate, had long been distorted by greed, and became as ferocious and strange as a black beast climbing from the eighteen levels of hell to harm the people. With a long and strange laugh, the monk's palm was filled with a rebellious horn mark, and he led his arm forward and slapped it out, hitting Yang Zhao's heart. A muffled sound of "Peng~" suddenly broke out!

The Great Luofu Palm, one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, is invincible and powerful, and is defeated with the black-level Futu skills. The monk miserable is extremely confident and firmly believes that under this blow, the King of Henan will be able to smash the bones of the body and die tragically on the spot. However...

Under the palm of Daluofu, which destroyed the liver and gallbladder, burned the meridians and destroyed the veins, the King of Henan did not shake the tragic roar back as expected, and blood splattered on the spot. After the muffled sound, his feet remained motionless and still stood firm as Mount Tai. In the dark air mass that covered the four directions, a series of crackling sounds were heard, and the scene was strange and inexplicable. The conceited smile was like the lava after cooling, which suddenly solidified on the face of the sad monk. Even though he died, he refused to believe the river.

The Southern King not only did not die under the full blow of the black-level Buddha, but also had strong resistance. However, the trembling and fear that penetrated the pores still drove him to snarl and slapped his second palm at Yang Zhao's head. The palm wind was like a roar of thousands of ghosts at night, and the momentum was even greater than the first blow just now. At that time, Yang Zhao, who seemed to be standing still, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and his tongue burst into spring thunder in his mouth. He shouted: "Du!"

The ten fingers were clenched into two fists, and there was a blue lightning flashing between the fingers. The shouting sounded, the little prince had already raised his arms and chest, and his fists were blasting violently. "Boom~" A deafening thunder exploded and immediately soared into the sky. Infinite ruthless, thunder and lightning were mixed! The thick black air that lingered around him was like a rolling soup and pouring snow, and was torn to pieces by the dazzling and blind light! The sad monk's attack had not collapsed before, and his whole body was shaken back like a cannonball by the fierce and powerful explosion force, and he said in a panic: "How is it possible?"

"Happy, haha, hahaha~ so happy!" Yang Zhao's eyebrows were full of excitement. He raised his arms and laughed loudly, "So amazing! The black-level Futu of Yijin Jing is indeed well-known. I have learned it! The sad monk, come again." The figure shook, and strands of residual electricity emerged from the bottom of his feet, lifting him up and popping it forward. The infinite power of the Four Symbol Mystery is really worthy of its reputation. When the lightning is too fast, the distance between the two is quickly closer. The little prince shouted loudly, and his fists came out to hit the central palace. The devastating explosion thunder slammed forward along the air. The monk who still had time to get rid of the explosion impact and adjusted his body to the best fight state was numb, but he felt his scalp numb, and he couldn't tell whether this was caused by the little prince's fist too strong or his timidity.

At the critical moment of life and death, the meditation work that had been hard for decades was suddenly put into effect again. Abandoned the desire to gain the empty and bright mentality of not staining external objects. The sad monk's panic eyes quickly returned to calm, and three golden marks also appeared on his face. Amid the long chant of "Namo Amitabha", the black-level Futu skills exploded! The elder of the Shaolin Damo Hall twisted his waist and turned over and fell steadily, lifting his legs like lightning, kicking him in a ruthless thunder fist!

The fists and legs intersected, and both the little prince or the sad monk were secretly surprised. They realized that their skills were coincidental. They both rely on explosive power to invade the enemy's body and make devastating destruction from the inside out. In terms of skills, the moves of both sides are equally mysterious and difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom. At this moment, it is impossible to change the moves again. Only by force is to force the strong and defeat the domineering. When the lightning is shining, both sides are also

At the same time, the two domineering and powerful forces hit each other like wild horses, causing a series of explosions and thunder. With the power, the ground occupied by both sides was blown up by earth and rocks, forming a huge pit of ten feet in a radius. Both sides were subjected to the force and recoil and flew backwards. The monk of the miserable retreated five steps in a row, and Yang Zhao only stepped out of five steps, but a drop of red blood beads oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

Pi Shouxuan saw it clearly and shouted: "King of Henan!" The two swords were "knocked~" out of the sheath, and they were trying to come forward to help, but in fact they were looking at the six directions and ready to escape at any time. Just kidding, the high cultivation level of this miserable monk is simply terrifying. In the eyes of "**Dual Cultivation", unless the head sister personally took action and used the seventeenth level of the "Disassembly" of the Heavenly Demon Secret **, it would never be able to restrain the shocking power of the Black-level Futu. If he and Yang Zhao joined forces, there would be no possibility of victory, but he would have to pay or be too great to bear heavy price. With Pi Shouxuan's nature, how could he be willing to help others like this? If it was really an emergency, then he would be punished by the queen of the secret, "**Dual Cultivation" must immediately use the first of the thirty-six strategies, without any hesitation.

The little abacus in Pi Shouxuan's heart was so loud that Yang Zhao was not interested in looking at him for half of his eyes. He only ordered casually: "Take good at taking care of himself and Mr. Bian, don't come over. His palms were slashed, and the black gas that invaded the meridians of the black-level Buddha invaded the arms of the meridians. His eyes were bright, and he shouted to the monk Wuku: "Good martial arts, what kind of leg skills is this?"

The sad monk closed his legs and stepped on the ground, taking advantage of the opportunity to completely force the devastating power in the remaining legs of the "ruthless Thunder" to vent. The ground that had been devastated was destroyed by the devastating hands. The thunder lightning swam along the earth and rocks, and the earth and rocks all passed by were all turned into powder, causing endless rumbling sounds. The power was very intimidating. The elder of the Shaolin Damo Hall paused word by word and replied sternly: "Thunder thunder shaking mountains and rivers shaking the nine states - the leg of the world!"

"Boral legs? What a set of sterling legs!" The King of Henan couldn't help but look excited when he heard this. You know, the martial arts of the Shaolin Yijin Jing have been passed down through the ages, and their reputation is as loud as thunder, and it can be said that everyone knows it. Yang Zhao had heard of it for a long time before he traveled through time. And when he came to this world and became a warrior, the ** who was eager to fight with the Yijin Jing was always hidden deep in his heart and never disappeared for a moment. He finally met this today.

Such a miserable monk, stimulated by the powerful power of the Black-level Buddha, the strong fighting spirit that intended to challenge the undefeated myth of Yijin Jing was even more seduced and flourished, making Yang Zhao completely selfless. At this moment, he was not the King of Henan, nor the General, the Secretary of the Henan Daoxingtai and other messy identities and missions were all left behind. He just wanted to follow the instinct of a "warrior" and enjoy a hearty and pure battle.

The so-called "dominant" means to win with force, regardless of consequences, and move forward. The monk Less and Suffer created these seven leg techniques by himself, which was caused by a deep hatred that affected his first half of his life. Since the leg technique is called "dominant", it not only contains unparalleled and resolute aura, but also has a great mad momentum to block the killing of gods and Buddhas. After sealing for twenty years, it will be like lifting the scars on his own. Recalling the miserable monk Less and then recalling the miserable monk of the miserable past, he has entered a semi-crazy state. He shouted: "Oh, you're so bad! Smile, take my legs again." He rushed forward with great strides, his legs were sequential, and his aura was like a thousand troops flying in iron hooves. His momentum was so magnificent that it was so shocking that it was so shocking that it was so overwhelming!

In fact, Yang Zhao had already known the name of "dominant leg" based on his memory before traveling through time. But at this time, he had a deep impression of the sharpness of this set of leg techniques. He knew that the internal strength of the Xuanjian of the Book of Changes was not enough to deal with the black-level Futu. At that time, he urged the Ganyang chapter of the Wuzi Jing at the same time and shouted: "What a 'thousands of troops and horses shocked the world'." Li fire was in chaos, Kan water drowned Xunfeng You Duize vortex, and fought hard with the hexagram like golden light and black energy. He immediately grabbed the vortex of the Qi that was raging like a level ten storm, and continued to spread out and then spread. Monk Xuankong, who only had the seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, screamed, and could not stand firm and was blown out by the storm. Pi Shouxuan helped the side up and used his skills to protect himself with a nervous expression. His eyes did not dare to blink for a moment and stared at the battle situation in the field. He could only escape immediately when something was wrong.

The Ba Le Gua Zhang made a move faster than lightning, and the two of them had already fought hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Yang Zhao shouted in a deep voice, ferocious and powerful, and the lifelike Arhat appeared in an instant. The monk Leslie Cheung's pupils accumulated and contracted, and shouted in vain: "Six Divine Arts?" But it was too late! The authentic Six Gods Technique "Arhat Removes the Mountain" can be used to make a thousand pounds, and the best way to use force to fight. The Shaolin Damo Hall suddenly felt that the legs were weak, and the leg strength kicked out by the black-level Buddha was gone into the sea like a mud cow. The body couldn't help but lose control, causing a huge exposure of flaws. Half an instant later, the little prince flew over with his palms, forcibly integrating dozens of legs of the monk Leslie Cheung's plus his internal strength, and the fire rushed forward and rushed forward.

When a master fights, the winner is only a slight mistake, and it is enough to be fatal. What's more, it's like now? Seeing that the little prince's palm power surges and hits like a mountain collapse and tsunami, its momentum is definitely not something that humans can resist. The miserable monk is calm in the face of danger, lifts his energy and takes a light step out of thin air, and even rises up from the ground in an impossible situation. In addition to avoiding the "arahan lifts off the mountain" palm power, he also stepped on the little prince with great force. He also slashes the subtleties and ingenuity of the little prince if he doesn't experience it personally, it will definitely be difficult to describe it in words alone. It is the domineering leg "Step as I can ascend to the sky".

As the rabbit rose and falcon fell, Yang Zhao ate three legs in his shoulders and back. With his strong protective energy, he was lucky enough to be hurt. The Arhat turned into a thunder god in a hurry. The little prince dragged wisps of residual electricity all over his body and quickly retreated out of the range of the "dominant leg" attack, and then bounced in again. The "Vajra Armor Removal" punched violently, so fast that the monk had no way to dodge, so he could only fight hard.
Chapter completed!