The spear pierced straight, and Huiguo's face flashed with surprise. The golden light shone on the pressed palm. As the big tendons in the palm were beating wildly, a thick and strong internal force burst out.

The air wall presses down horizontally!

boom!

The next moment, the air waves roared like the waves of the sea.

In an instant, the earth outside the village swayed and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

It seemed like a 12-Class cyclone suddenly rose between the two, and the corpses around were thrown away from afar.

"This person..."

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo's face changed, and they were extremely shocked.

I didn’t expect that a person I met on the road could actually fight with the evil monk Huiguo!

As the smoke and dust flowed across the air, the two could vaguely see that the ground under their feet was flipping inch by inch, and there were countless splashes of earth and rocks.

The two thought to themselves that even if they were working together to face the Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Hand Seal, if they didn't hide, they would be dead!

How dare this An Qisheng resist?

“Huh?”

Between the smoke and dust, Huiguo felt that the surging internal force was pierced by the spear!

The spear that had not yet opened gave him an unparalleled sense of sharpness!

Can he resist this shot by practicing horizontal kung fu, which was already invulnerable to swords and guns? His arm flipped and pressed, spread his big five fingers one by one, pressed down, avoiding the gun head, and trying to hold the gun body!

"snort!"

An Qisheng was a little surprised when a shot failed to completely penetrate the air wall, but when he saw that his palm was holding the gun body, he couldn't help but snort.

The arm holding the spear suddenly turned.

Buzz ~

After turning, Huiguo felt that the spear under her palm seemed to turn into an evil dragon that was revived in a deep sleep and wanted to choose someone to eat.

The palm of his hand was clenched and he couldn't help but clench his fist, and a heavy blow knocked the spear to the point.

Then the high-lifted palm slapped it from top to bottom and another palm slapped it.

It is still the dragon, elephant, Vajra handprint!

boom!

The surging internal force instantly swept away the smoke and dust, and the air around it seemed to be squeezed by violent internal force and was emptied!

At this time, we can see the disadvantages of the spear during close combat.

Faced with a piracy, An Qisheng's spear was unable to return no matter what.

call!

Under the raised white hair, An Qisheng's eyes were cold and his heart was calm.

As the surging internal force rolled in, his body moved and he stepped back half a step. The spear as thick as a goose egg retreated with force, and the tail of the gun stood on the ground behind him.

Then, as his arm stretched forward, the spear head that had never been opened was already like a raised dragon head tearing apart the airflow and dust, and it was hard to push the internal force around it that was sticky and as solid as it was.

From bottom to top, he pricked Huiguo's eyebrows and left!

At the same time, his arms hanging beside him suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrows, and the joints exploded and he lifted the tripod with one arm away!

The rapid response made Zhao Yanyan and the two of them who were watching the game excited.

Just as the two were about to collide again, the internal force emitted by Huiguo exploded in front of the two!

boom!

The violent internal force exploded, and its power was even more terrifying than the explosion of a shell. The sound of a sound explosion of airflow suddenly covered all the sounds around.

As the smoke and dust fluttered, Huiguo had already retreated far away with this impact. Before the smoke and dust had fallen, he had returned to his original place:

"No more fight."

Between the drifting smoke and dust, the spear hanging behind her whimpered, and An Qisheng looked at the little monk with a blank expression:

"You said you didn't fight, so you won't fight?"

Having said that, he didn't do it again.

The little monk's internal strength was incredibly powerful, even far beyond Kong San, who absorbed the internal strength of many people. He did not gain any advantage after two collisions.

Huiguo blinked, looking innocent:

"You and I have no grudges, why should I fight?"

"No grievance or revenge?"

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched, and the spear in his palm tightened.

Step, straighten your waist, and lean forward!

With a sweep of ten feet, a long spear was poked out, like a fierce general on the battlefield riding a high-headed horse, and a condescending shot to kill the soldier who was blocking the road:

"Are you playing tricks on me?!"

Do you attack me without any grudges?

After the fight, you say there is no grievance or revenge?

It's a big deal!

Woo ~

The airflow and the cold iron gun were violently rubbed, making the sound of death!

People move with guns, guns borrow power,

With the man and the gun united, the spear was approaching Huiguo in an instant.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Huiguo shook her head repeatedly.

With the spear straight, his body didn't hide. Not only that, before the spear and his body, his burly body was even more like a deflated ball.

He suddenly changed back to his previous thin and weak appearance.

Buzz ~

The cold light stopped three inches before the middle of the eyebrows.

Before the gun arrived, the sharp airflow had pierced Huiguo's eyebrows, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down from his eyebrows.

Make it look even more weird.

"Little monk, what do you want to do?"

An Qisheng looked cold and looked at the little monk with his eyes as if he was crazy.

"Killing is a big taboo in my Buddhism. Although the little monk occasionally breaks the precepts, there is a reason for it. The donor and the little monk have no grudges and grudges, so the little monk is unwilling to take action."

Huiguo put his hands together, recited the Buddha's name with one click, and was serious.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with one shot?"

An Qisheng's eyes were a little strange, and he had no idea how this monk's brain circuit was long.

“No.”

Huiguo shook her head: "No grievances or grudges, how could Master An kill the little monk?"

An Qisheng was unmoved, and the spear still pointed at his eyebrows:

"Then why did you attack me before?"

Huiguo hesitated:

"This matter is a long story..."

The spear trembled, An Qisheng asked:

"Then let's talk about it slowly."

"What the little monk means is, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Huiguo reached out and gently pressed the tip of the gun. The cold cold iron spear was slightly hot at this time. When the gun was fired several times, the spear that had not been opened had already opened.

Huh ~

An Qisheng put away his spear and suddenly smiled:

"Little monk, you are quite interesting."

He had already vaguely guessed that the young monk suddenly attacked him, probably to test whether he was accustomed to the One-Tianyi Spiritual Sutra.

After a fight, I found that he had not practiced this skill and stopped.

"Two guys, have you finished playing?"
To be continued...