Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

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"So it's not Master Liaokong, Zen master didn't come for such an important matter, why does he look down on us?"

Kou Zhong asked a little bit, this feeling of not being taken seriously obviously made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Han Fei stepped forward and asked, "Master Bu'an, are you trying to stop me?"

At this moment, he was holding an old man's face, looking very majestic.

"Amitabha, as a Dharma protector, I have the duty to protect the temple."

"Please also put down Heshibi, the poor monk will save his life and let everyone leave safely."

Monk Bu'an clasped his hands together, his face was benevolent and kind-eyed, and his temperament was convincing.

However, Han Fei would not return it to him.

You know, the Jingnian Temple and Cihang Jingzhai both wear the same pair of pants.

"Master Buan, I am sure to win He's Bi today, if you have any tricks, just use them."

"In this case, let's see the trick!"

As soon as the words were finished, Monk Bu'an held a golden Buddhist staff and slammed it down with force.

Han Fei flickered and dodged lightly, but the floor under his feet was not so lucky.

"Boom~"

After a loud noise, the ground exploded, and countless stone dusts flew all over the sky.

Seeing that he missed the blow, Monk Bu'an twisted the Buddhist staff and smashed it with more force.

He seems to have refined the method of body training, and his personal strength has reached the point of terror.

Even the very heavy Buddhist staff still seemed light in his hands.

The ear-piercing sound of breaking wind came, but Han Fei did not choose to dodge, but decided to face the enemy head-on.

He pulled out the long sword he had prepared, and then swung it forward vigorously, directly chopping on Monk Bu'an's Buddhist staff.

"Clang~"

The white sword flashed across, and the Buddhist staff broke in the middle, and half of it went back the same way.

Monk Bu'an stretched out his hand to block it, but the shock in his heart was beyond belief.

"who are you?!"

You know, the Buddhist staff in his hand has a long history, and it is the weapon of the Dharma Guardian Vajra in the past.

Not only is it safe from water and fire, but also the sword is hard to hurt. It is made of black copper from outside the sky.

For ordinary people, let alone destroying it, even making a little trace, it can be said to be as difficult as climbing the sky.

But now, Han Fei buried this treasure in the tomb of history with just one sword strike.

What's even more frightening is that this sword is just an ordinary sword, not a magic weapon.

It can be seen from this that in terms of swordsmanship alone, the sword bearer may have reached a level that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"who am I?"

Han Fei touched the fake beard on his face, and then said in a low voice, "Old man Zhuo Bufan, he's just a swordsman."

"However, this old man has mastered swordsmanship for the first time, and he is loved by friends in the world, and he is nicknamed... Tianlong Sword God!"

"Heavenly Dragon Sword God?"

Monk Bu'an's expression became serious. Although he had never heard of this person before, if he dared to use this nickname, he knew it was definitely not easy.

Today, I am afraid that the enemy will come!
Thinking of this, Monk Bu'an's eyes dimmed, but he soon regained his firmness.

Perhaps, he already knew that he had no chance of winning, and he might not even be able to save his own life.

However, he has no intention of backing down, because it is his duty to guard the temple!
"Go ahead."

Monk Bu'an said softly, his eyes full of firmness and determination not to fear death.

The golden light shone on his body, and at this moment he seemed to have become a real Buddha.

Seeing him so tragic, Han Fei was a little confused. What is the situation now? ?

I'm a thief, I specialize in stealing things, not a wanted criminal who came to kill people.

What you are doing now seems to be heroic, do you think it is handsome?What a fool!

Closer to home, the monk who is not angry with all his strength.It's really a bit of a strange doorway.

His whole body is hard, like gilt gold, and a pair of thick iron arms have the ability to break gold and stone.

"Swipe~"

There were a few crackling sounds, and Monk Bu'an punched Han Fei in the face.

In an instant, the sky was filled with shadows of fists.

These fist seals are not only massive and powerful, but also the wind of the fist sweeps around, with a violent golden vigor.

There is no doubt that he is very strong, very strong, so strong that it is difficult for ordinary people to match.

It's a pity that his opponent is also very strong.

"Boundless Sword Qi!"

After a low drink, what followed was a soaring Changhong and a heart-rending sharpness.

Before everyone could react, the sword had already hit the fist marks all over the sky.

In an instant, everything disappeared.

"Okay... so fast."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Monk Bu'an couldn't regain his senses for a long time. This sword is really approaching the extreme.

He has lived for nearly 60 years, and he can be said to have rich experience, and he has some understanding of the swordsmanship of various sects.

But such a fast, cold, precise, and beautiful swordsmanship has never been heard before.

"It seems that the outcome has been decided."

Looking at the monk Buan who had no fighting intentions, Han Fei couldn't help but shook his head. It really was too cold to be at a high place.

And his actions hurt the old monk's self-esteem, and a burst of anger burned directly from the bottom of his heart.

"Why is the outcome already decided? Who told you that the outcome is already decided? I'm not dead yet!"

Obviously, he wanted to defend his trampled dignity with his own life.

Han Fei was speechless: "I'm not angry with Master, I really came to steal things, so stop thinking about it."

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, Monk Buan sneered:
"It's really a good strategy to use words to make me relax my vigilance, and then defeat me without any effort!"

"It's a pity that the old monk has rich experience and will definitely not be deceived."

"Don't fix these fake things, just come here!"

???

Han Fei's face was covered with black lines, he was suffering from persecution paranoia, right?Have you been to the hospital?
However, the condition is so serious that the hospital may not be able to cure him.

Since it doesn't make sense, let's not explain it anymore.

"Let's go, don't waste it here."

Han Fei turned his head and said to the two behind him, and then planned to take them out of here.

Suddenly, a voice came: "Amitabha, the three benefactors are waiting."

Han Fei followed the voice and saw a young monk looking at him.

The monk has a handsome face, a slender figure, a divine light in his eyes, and an extraordinary temperament on his body.

"Are you... Zen Master Liaokong?"

Han Fei asked tentatively, because this person was indeed much stronger than Monk Bu'an.

Not only his appearance, temperament, but also his martial arts cultivation are far superior by a large margin.

The young monk said softly: "It is the poor way."

really!This monk is not simple.

Afterwards, Han Fei asked, "Master Zen is also here to stop me? You should know that there is no chance of winning."

Liao Kong in front of him is worthy of being a genius of the sky, and he has reached the high level of the Primordial Realm before he turned forty.

Looking at the world, they are also the top group of people.

But compared to Han Fei's comparison, it still seemed dwarfed, and might even be vulnerable.

Seeing this, Liao Kong shook his head: "I'm not here to stop you, not even to ask for He's Bi."

"Oh?"

This actually made Han Fei interested. He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd.
(End of this chapter)