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Chapter 202 Central Plains Warrior vs Tantric Old Monk
The Mongolian general's mood is a bit complicated. These two are the bravest and most powerful warriors in the Mongolian people, but they were all killed by the opponent's people after only one win.

In the end, he made a decision, dismounted and walked to a sedan chair in the middle of the army. After asking the people inside, he went to another smaller sedan chair and respectfully invited the people inside to come out.

I saw a white-haired monk walking out, with a string of beads hanging around his neck. The monk's robe was not a single yellow or red, but some fancy colors, with images of devils and goblins painted on them. .

As he walked to the front of the formation, Chen Ziang felt a familiar aura, very similar to that of Falun Dafa King Jinlun.

The strength of this old man is not weaker than that of King Jinlun!

"Have any of you seen my apprentice?" he said, his voice somewhat ethereal.

"Who is your disciple?" Guo Jing asked with a frown.

"Golden Wheel."

Chen Ziang smiled calmly and said, "I saw him in a bamboo forest, but when I came out, he and his apprentices and subordinates stayed there forever."

"It turns out that you killed my apprentice! Come on!"

Holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand, he rushed towards Chen Ziang, his momentum was like a tiger.

Chen Zi'ang also rushed out, and patted the old monk's palm with his palm, without the slightest timidity.

"Bang!!" "Bang!!" "Bang!!"

A series of triple explosion waves sounded, and the dust around the two people flew up, and it was impossible to see the situation inside for a while.

"Your internal strength is so deep!!" The old monk was a little surprised. He has been practicing for decades before he has the strength he is today. This young man is only in his early twenties, but he can already compete with himself.

"If you're that skilled, I'm afraid you'll have to go back and continue to eat fast and recite the Buddha, don't come out and run in these muddy waters." Chen Ziang smiled charmingly, and a force once again blessed Dao's arm and passed it to the palm of his hand.

Just now with this old monk, he still retained a third of his strength!

At this moment, the old monk was not an opponent at all under his full strength. He flew out like a broken kite and fell heavily to the ground.

"You dragon-elephant Prajna kung fu has only reached the same level as Jinlun, so you dare to fight, but don't you know that Jinlun is no longer my opponent?" Chen Ziang mocked.

In fact, it's not that this old monk is not cultivated enough, but his talent is just like that, and Jinlun is a rare genius in Tantric Buddhism for hundreds of years. The ninth floor!

Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong has a total of thirteen floors. Ordinary people reach the eighth floor in their lifetimes. It is already very great. When they reach the ninth floor, they have a detached aptitude. It is even more difficult to reach the tenth floor. , King Jinlun returned to Mongolia to retreat to practice after the defeat, and also broke through to the tenth floor.

Only the last three floors need to spend a lot of time to cultivate. It is said that if someone can live to be a thousand years old, it is possible to reach the No.13 floor.

Chen Ziangguang has learned the essentials of this exercise by virtue of his several experiences in battle with King Jinlun. During his time in Jianzhong, in addition to cultivating the Jade, the Heart Sutra and the Jiuyin Sutra, he took time to practice this technique occasionally. The practice method has now reached the seventh floor.

The old monk was not reconciled, and continued to get up and wanted to slap Chen Ziang. Chen Ziang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his internal force quickly circulated on his arm, and he slapped an extremely fierce palm.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

"Hoohoo!!"

A dragon's roar sounded as Chen Zian swung out, and the majestic and sacred voice of the dragon echoed in everyone's ears, without the slightest falsehood.

The old monk flew out without the strength to fight, his eyes were sluggish, and he was running out of time.

Chen Zi'ang took advantage of the situation and flew out seven more flying knives, flying towards the Mongolian general in a seven-star streak. At this moment, without the protection of Ulihan, the general was shot without the slightest suspense, and fell weakly on the horse's back. superior.

"Expel the humiliation, defend me, Da Song! Everyone, follow me and kill!" Chen Ziang shouted, calling out Su Yan to charge ahead.

"kill!!!"

Seeing that the martial arts leaders all took the lead in charging, the Quanzhen Sect disciples, the Beggar Clan disciples, and a series of people from all corners of the world rushed out first, but the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty took a step slower.

Mongolia can only passively meet the enemy, because their real leader has not issued an order to retreat, they cannot retreat!

Holding the Yitian Sword, Chen Ziang reaped the lives of the Mongolian soldiers like a god descending to earth, but the situation was still not optimistic. The combat effectiveness of those Mongolian soldiers was unexpectedly strong. Three or five ordinary Song soldiers were not a strong match for the Mongolian soldiers. Only people in the martial arts world can compete a little bit.

And after the battle started, seven old monks rushed out of the seven sedan chairs. They were all brothers of the dead old monk, and each of them was stronger than the dead old monk.

Chen Zi'ang, Qiu Qianren, Guo Jing, and Yi Deng each faced an old monk, while the other three old monks slaughtered other Central Plains martial arts masters on the battlefield like loach.

Chen Zi'ang gritted his teeth and fought against the white-browed old monk in front of him, but his mind was all on the surrounding battle situation.
But the old monk's Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong has already reached the tenth level, which is the same as the realm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King in the middle and late stages of The Condor Heroes. Now Chen Ziang can only barely fight him.

"Donor, don't be distracted during the battle," the old monk said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to have so many XZ tantric masters! I underestimated you," Chen Ziang said with emotion.

He knew that there must be masters in Mongolia who killed the Golden Wheel Falun Gong. Sure enough, there were so many old monks who appeared, and none of them were weak.

An old monk who was killing martial arts masters saw that Guo Jing couldn't hold it any longer, and wanted to sneak around from behind.

Just when he was about to attack, suddenly there was a supreme coercive force behind him and a dragon roar resounding through the sky. He looked back and saw a golden dragon slamming towards him.

"Master!" Guo Jing turned his head back excitedly, and found that the person who came was actually Hong Qigong. He had asked the beggar gang to contact him before and let him come over for the decisive battle, but the beggar gang couldn't get in touch with the dragon. The old gang leader of the tail, did not expect him to appear at this moment.

"Drinking is a mistake, drinking is a mistake." Hong Qigong shook his head and patted the old monk with palm after palm. After only three palms, the old monk couldn't hold on, and twisted his neck to the Western Paradise of Paradise .

Seeing that Hong Qigong came, Chen Ziang was full of confidence, and devoted himself to the duel with the old monk in front of him. With a calm mind, the old monk was beaten and retreated.

The situation of the battle gradually turned around.

(End of this chapter)