Yang Zhao was a disciple of Mahaye, and this relationship was almost well known. (.) However, the little prince had almost never shown force in Jile Temple, so except for the five tribes, the rest of the sect lacked an intuitive and clear impression of him. When Mahaye was seriously injured and became a useless person, Funanda went down the mountain to enter Daxing, which undoubtedly played a role like a magic needle for the sea of ​​calm. In addition, this crazy monk in India was good at bewitching people's hearts, and he deliberately showed his skills in public several times, giving the impression of the viewers was extremely profound. After repeated repeated, in the eyes of ordinary disciples of the sect, he seemed to think that Funanda's ability was several points higher than that of Mahaye.

However, at this moment, Fu Nanda's mouth of blood spurted out, not only made the fight between himself and the King of Henan public, but also clearly told everyone around him that he had been forced to lose and lose by Yang Zhao before he even took a formal move. The gap in strength between the two sides was even more disparate than the age gap between the two sides.

All the disciples of the Jile Sect present were stunned and at a loss. Most of the disciples and confidant soldiers brought down from the Jile Snow Field of Funanda were defeated by the King of Henan and became useless people with completely destroyed martial arts. At present, the disciples who followed the Crazy Monk of the Indian Zhu were all the original disciples of Jile Temple. After a while, everyone suddenly woke up from their dreams and then hurriedly retreated and gave up a large open space. However, they were full of fear and caution, fearing that they would suffer from the disaster of fish in the pond. Seeing this, Funanda couldn't help but feel angry, angry, hatred and angry.

Fu Nanda's mouth was blood-blooded, pressed his right hand on his chest, his body was shaking, and his situation was in a mess. Compared with the unpredictable and profound monk's appearance that he had shown before, it was a world of difference. When Yang Zhao saw his appearance, he couldn't help laughing and said, "If you really unite with Brahma, no one in this world will be able to defeat you Fu Nanda. But now it seems...haha, it turns out that you are still far from this supreme realm. No wonder you speak as one and keep silent. It is obvious that you know that you want to cultivate such a state and have no hope in this life, so you are going to be self-satisfied."

After all, the Crazy Monk of India is a very wise man. After hearing what Yang Zhao said, he not only was he shocked but not angry, but also felt a sudden remorse. He knew that he was in trouble at this moment and the situation was extremely unfavorable. If he could not quickly defeat the situation, then not only would he have a full ambition to complete the flow of water, but he might even be unable to save his life. However, the only way to do this is to have a burning boat and fight with the water. And that faint glimmer of life depends on whether he can not be shaken by the other party and immediately restore the same and unconventional state of unity with Brahma.

When a master fights, whether the true energy is strong, whether the moves are exquisite, and whether the reactions are quick, these conditions are actually second-hand. The most important thing is the mentality and momentum of the two sides. Fu Nandao was forced to retreat, but instead aroused his strong will to survive, and he vowed to make a complete turnaround with his own strength. He yelled in Sanskrit twice in Sanskrit and stood up slowly. Only in this thought, the whole person's momentum seemed completely different from the previous embarrassment. He looked calm and natural, standing proudly like a mountain and a mountain. Although he did not show any posture to fight, he did not show any flaws. The mad monk in the Indian country was still standing alive, but he had already combined with Brahma and integrated. Therefore, in Yang Zhao's spiritual sense, he became a strange state that had disappeared but was everywhere like Brahma.

In terms of the profoundness and mystery of spiritual cultivation, Fu Nandao is actually the most powerful and terrifying person among the enemies Yang Zhao has encountered in his life.

The King of Henan narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded, and said in a calm voice: "Funanda, I think that you are not easy to cultivate and are still a disciple of this sect. I will give you a last chance. Give up the battle and surrender immediately, and don't be greedy for things that should not belong to you. Otherwise, you will only become: nothing!"

Fu Nandao smiled and said, "The way to life and death lies in getting rid of it. But if you are not addicted, you cannot get rid of it. If you cannot understand the truth in this, then even if you practice hard, it will be empty in the end. Remember, remember." While speaking, his robe sleeves were free from wind and fluctuated endlessly. The surging and bitter energy was released from the three veins and seven chakras, and then turned into a wild air flow like a storm, storm-like storm, and finally filled every inch of the space in the open space in front of the temple mountain gate, which made people breathe for it.

Yang Zhao sneered softly. The sun and the moon were filled with thoughts, as if there were and there were, as if there were and did not attack, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were, as if there were not, as if there was not, as if there was not defense, and even ignored the attack of the Crazy Monk of India. It was just that we did our own thing, intertwined each other to form a solid wall of air, which was evenly everywhere and thick everywhere. The huge waves of the air wall intersected, and immediately forced out a dull tremor of "Peng~". In an instant, everyone present looked pale, and felt as if a big hammer hit his heart hard, and immediately rolled in and almost wanted to disgust. Fu Nandao was in the brunt of the brutal voice, and his body shook slightly backwards, and the state of union with Brahma was also severely shaken.

If there is a second move in this kind of collision, then the Fan-I-Issue/Material will be completely broken. The result of this battle will definitely end with Fu Nanda's most painful defeat in his life. A terrifying terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and he blew the sound of an earthquake. His body whirling like a top, immediately rolled up a howling tornado and rushed towards Yang Zhao. Not only did he escape from the pressure of Yang Zhao's yin and yang energy wall, but he could still maintain the main attack.

It seems that it is full rotation, but in fact, there are slight differences in the degree of each turn and rotation of Funanda. His body technique is so clever that he has reached the ultimate level of magical skills. And when he rotates to an appropriate distance, he can use his secret yoga skills to attack the enemy like a *** from any angle. Isn’t it easy to resist?

The distance between the two was quickly closer. Yang Zhao sneered, suddenly raised his right arm, opened his five fingers, and reached out to grab it out. This move seemed ordinary, but in fact it had already used the authentic Vajra interpretation. The energy that stimulated on the five fingers was like a knife or a sword, extremely sharp. Any protective true energy in the world would immediately turn into a wet newspaper under his grasp, which was completely vulnerable. Fu Nandao naturally knew it was powerful.

In an instant, he couldn't help but be shocked. But in this situation, he could no longer retreat. The crazy monk in India made his heart aside. Instead, he was like an electric shock. A light burst sound of "crackling" could not be heard from the human tornado, but because of the rapid rotation, he could not figure out what happened. Seeing the two of them passing by, Fu Nanda's lower body still maintained a forward rushing momentum, but the upper body suddenly turned backwards beyond anyone's expectations, just as the upper and lower bodies suddenly turned into two independent individuals with no relationship. At the same time, his right hand poked out from his sleeve, and swept Yang Zhao's back with the help of the rotation centrifugal force, and the offensive was strange and inexplicable.

Yang Zhao turned his five fingers and aimed at Funantu's face from top to bottom. At the same time, the Sun and Moon Qi Wall, which was broken by the tornado, suddenly reorganized again, forming two door panels that quickly closed in the middle. Funantu was in the middle of the two door panels. The Indian monk subconsciously felt that even if his palm successfully swept the back of the King of Henan, it would not cause fatal damage to it. Instead, he was attacked by the Sun and Moon Qi Wall from left to right at the same time, and the consequences were absolutely unimaginable. At the critical moment, he shouted again, twisted his upper body, and returned to his normal posture, then quickly floated aside, trying to avoid it.

Even though he escaped from being beaten by the wall of air, he had undoubtedly handed over the initiative after he avoided it. Yang Zhao chuckled, his mind was clear and empty, without any distractions, and knew that his mind was about to stop, but he wanted to move. He stepped forward, his hands were like a child playing in the water, stirring from left to right.

This is the "Langqi Tail" of Yang style Tai Chi, which was learned by Yang Zhao after he came over with the old ladies who were working out in the park. These twenty-four simplified Tai Chi are purely created for health and bodybuilding. When it comes to lethality, they naturally have no point, and it is even more impossible to be used in actual combat. But Yang Zhao was just doing this. The real killing was the "arahat relief" performed by the King of Henan using the style of Tai Chi.

The sun and the moon qi were as they wanted, and immediately rotated and intertwined each other, forming a huge true vortex that was exactly the opposite of the direction of Funanda's rotation. The Crazy Monk of the Indians was firmly sucked and could not move half an inch. He made a quick decision and suddenly stood firm, like an iron nail in place, swaying left and right like a grass blowing under the strong wind. The most terrifying thing was that his body became as soft as the long grass on the grass, swinging in the wind that only the long grass could make.

This is Fu Nanda's true skill, the ultimate of yoga secret technique, uses natural methods to use strange tricks to defeat the enemy. It makes people unable to attack, and there is no idea what to guard. It is indeed strange and unpredictable. In the moment of lightning, Fu Nanda's dancing reached its peak, and its power has accumulated to reach the peak limit of not being able to vomit. He yelled in a broken voice, kicking his feet hard to the ground, and with the help of the huge explosive power, it stormed out like an arrow. A pair of iron fists lingered on the black aura, and it blasted repeatedly like thunder, using his master's skill at the bottom of the box, "Brahma Zen Zhen". The killing power was extremely fierce, and the inside was filled with unyielding. If it failed, it would be a decisive intention to achieve success!

The secret yoga technique has its limits after all. Especially when Yang Zhao himself had practiced the Brahma-I-One-Civil Method, no matter what kind of magic trick Fu Nandao used, he could only delay for a while. Therefore, even if the Indian monk knew that his situation was not good, he would never dare to delay for a long time. He could only choose to take the initiative to attack to gain a glimmer of hope.

"Brahma Zen Zhen" is divided into two types: big and small, with extremely explosive power. The Brahma Zen Zhen is the ace of Funanda. It will never be used rashly until the moment of life and death. The small Brahma Zen Zhen is more flexible and convenient to use, but it has relatively little lethality. At this moment, he supplemented it with his own elusive magical body technique. In the eyes of outsiders, it seems like in the blink of an eye that the enemy dragon transforms thousands of illusions, covering the sky and covering the sky at the same time, the King of Henan fists from up, down, left and right directions to bombard the Henan king.

Yang Zhao laughed loudly and shouted, "What a wonderful performance. If Funandao, you can't die today, you can join the juggling team next to Tianjin Bridge in Luoyang, and you will surely win applause." As he whispered, he pointed his hands left and right, removed the sun and moon air wall, and did not dodge or avoid it, allowing the thousands of attacks on the little Brahma Tian to tremble firmly on himself.

Although Fu Nandao has lived in the Pure Land for many years, he has ambitions in his heart. Therefore, he has read a lot of classics, history, and books about Middle-earth. Knowing yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Of course, he also understands this principle in "The Art of War". No one in the world can know the power of the Zen earthquake in Little Brahma is better than himself. In addition, Yang Zhao's body is made of copper and iron, and he should definitely be smashed like a piece of mud by himself. However, the reality is completely different from the imagination. Yang Zhao is not only safe and sound, but also has a pair of palms, and the heart of heaven appears on his chest. There is also a god-treasure-shaped god-treasure-shaped body with eight arms, domineering and majestic god-treasure-shaped body, which is exactly the same as that of mud. It is Guanyin!

Authentic Guanyin chaos: Guanyin chaos! In an instant, the fist power of the thousands of attacks on the little Brahma Zen Zhen was forced out of his meridians, and he also used the force to fight, mixed with the two energys of Qianyang and Kunyue to counterattack towards Funanda. This large-scale counterattack was like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. Funanda had only resistance, and no power to dodge. With a terrifying hissing, he was like a wireless kite of the enemy dragon, and was blown to the sky by this sudden storm. He was squirting out a huge mouthful of red blood, and his injuries were beyond measure.

The Crazy Monk of India had undergone yoga asceticism and his willpower was extremely tough. At this moment, he knew that he had no chance of victory anymore. However, even so, he was still unwilling to lose so ugly. He became ruthless in his heart and stopped exerting his injuries. Instead, he activated his true energy with all his strength as if he was crazy. In a flash of his finger, Fu Nanda, who was thrown into the air, turned his waist and adjusted his posture to a state suitable for attack. He swooped down like a meteorite from the sky. All the true energy he had practiced for life was poured into his hands, and it suddenly condensed into a ball of black all over his body, which could not stop expanding and expanding, and it seemed that he could absorb and accommodate the energy of heaven and earth without limit. This was his ultimate killing - the Great Brahma Zen Shake!
Chapter completed!