Auto Chess in the Heavens

Chapter 238 Sword Qi Machine Gun

"Amitabha, it is inevitable that the benefactor will be backlashed by hostility in the future, and I can only offend you today."

The sweeping monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, his face was compassionate, and then he slapped lightly with his palm.

Prajna palm!
One of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, the drizzle of the palm is silent, and it is infinitely powerful when hitting the enemy.

A trace of ridicule flashed in Lin Lang's eyes, and he slapped it away with his backhand.

Prajna palm!
"boom!"

The palm strength of the two exploded, and the violent vigor caused hot air waves to roar out, Xiao Feng was startled, and quickly hugged A'Zhu to protect him.

"Old monk, follow a certain move from Lin!"

Lin Lang flew up and pointed out with a breathless energy.

No phase robbery!

Hearing only a faint noise in the air, the floor sweeping monk leaned his body, dodged the finger at will, and shot Lin Lang quickly with the same "Wuxiang Jiezhi" backhand.

"Boom!"

The big lavender bell shook the fingers away, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the sweeping monk's eyes.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar, this is one of the top martial arts that he has not mastered.

Born in Shaolin, he naturally knew how powerful the golden bell jar was.

After some testing, he already knew that Lin Lang's internal strength was not inferior to his.

In addition, the other party has practiced into a golden bell, and he suddenly felt unsure.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor..."

"Give you a dead head!"

Lin Lang interrupted the nonsense of the floor-sweeping monk, and leaned forward. His palms were slightly bent, and suddenly turned into a pair of zhenqi sharp claws and rushed towards the floor-sweeping monk.

Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!
The floor-sweeping monk waved his sleeve robe, and under the boost of zhenqi, the sleeve robe was like a magic weapon, fighting with Lin Lang's zhenqi claws.

"it is good!"

Lin Lang laughed, and finally met someone who could fight!
As soon as his gesture changed, the zhenqi claws changed and became more fierce.

Nine Yin Claws!

"laugh!!"

The sharp claws and the sleeve robe clashed several moves, and sparks splashed one after another, shocking everyone.

With a smile on his face, the sweeping monk leaped up and swept towards Lin Lang.

Vigorous King Kong legs!
Not to be outdone, Lin Lang also turned around and swept away.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded impressively, and the sweeping monk was repelled by the huge force, and his right leg was slightly numb.

"Amitabha, what kind of legwork is this that is so rigid?" He said with a serious face.

Lin Lang patted his trouser legs easily, and said with a smile: "This trick has no famous tricks. It is Lin's own unique technique, called upside-down golden hook, which was born for scoring goals!"

"Goal?"

The sweeping monk frowned. Before he could figure it out, he felt the wind of fists whizzing towards him, and he was startled.

"boom!"

He pushed with both palms, and the three-foot air wall was activated in front of him again, knocking back Lin Lang's pair of iron fists.

Lin Lang shook his palm, and said to himself, "This tortoise shell is really hard enough, and even ten layers of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and Dacheng Golden Bell Shield can't break through this Qi wall."

"Lin doesn't believe in this evil anymore!"

He gritted his teeth and suddenly stretched out his right index finger.

The fetters of the sword fairy, blessing!
Six Veins Divine Sword!

"call out!"

A sharp sword aura surged out, but before the sword aura pierced the air wall, Lin Lang shot another sword aura.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Then, Lin Lang rested his elbows on his waist, his palms were trembling, and sword qi shot out from his five fingers one after another, endlessly shooting at the three-foot aura wall of the sweeping monk.

Relying on Lin Lang's tyrannical zhenqi and the special effect of the bondage of the sword fairy, the six-veined sword is like a machine gun with sword qi, and the overwhelming purple sword qi rages out.

The floor-sweeping monk was shocked, his true energy was shocked, and the three-foot air wall solidified a lot again.

"Puff puff……"

Endless sword energy was shot at the air wall, and the pale golden three-foot air wall flickered slightly, barely supporting it, and beads of sweat oozed from the floor sweeping monk's forehead, which showed that it was not easy.

"call……"

After a while, the air wall exuded a faint light, and there was only a thin inch of the three-foot air wall left, but it still barely resisted this wave of offensive.

The sweeping monk, on the other hand, was sweating profusely and his arms were trembling.

"Amitabha, the benefactor can make the Six Meridians Excalibur so superbly, even Duan Siping, the founding emperor of Dali, is far behind. It is really a formidable young generation."

Lin Lang was panting heavily, his face was slightly pale, and less than [-]% of the Jiuyang Zhenqi in his body began to recover quickly.

"Hehe, old monk, you're not bad either, this can't break your three-foot wall of qi, Lin is convinced!" He said slowly.

Although Lin Lang was calm on the surface, he was shocked in his heart. The sword energy of the Six Meridians Excalibur is not like that of the "Endless" realm.

When it comes to the sharpness of the sword, even Dugu Qiubai's "no sword wins with a sword" is not as good as it.

What's more, his self-created "Sword Qi Machine Gun", the overwhelming sharp sword Qi, even if the Xiangyang city wall is opposite, it may be riddled with holes.

But such an astonishing sword energy couldn't break through the tortoise shell of the sweeping monk!
Has this world been magically changed again?
On the other side, Xiao Feng and the others were completely stunned, they never thought that there would be someone in the world who could practice martial arts to such an extent that they were almost god-like!
At this time, the sweeping monk said: "Almsgiver, since we are not going to win or lose, why don't we go to the old monk's residence to have a rest.

As for the matter of taking the lead, I will definitely give the benefactor a satisfactory answer! "

"Haha."

Lin Lang chuckled, "I don't need to worry about you, old monk."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and instantly condensed into a large purple handprint, and suddenly rushed to the Jingyuan beside him.

"boom!"

The door of Jingyuan was broken, and Lin Lang dragged out two black figures with one hand.

The sweeping monk's heart skipped a beat, then he shook his head and smiled.

"The two benefactors sneaked into my Shaolin, what is the reason?"

Lin Lang glanced at the sweeping monk and smiled lightly.

He looked at Xiao Feng, "Hero Xiao, one of them is the leading brother you are looking for!"

Xiao Feng's expression was full of anger, he stepped forward and tore off the scarves of the two of them, and suddenly froze.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked, the appearance of one of the men in black was [-]% or [-]% similar to Xiao Feng.

And when Xuan Ci saw another man in black, he said in horror, "Murong Bo, you're not dead!"

Murong Bo ignored Xuan Ci, he glanced at his side with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "I didn't expect it to be you, a Khitan!"

Xiao Yuanshan didn't expect that the enemy he thought about day and night was also hiding in Shaolin, and had been by his side all these years.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, then looked at Xiao Feng, his face softened.

"Do you know why I look so similar to you!"

Facing the person in front of him, Xiao Feng felt an inexplicable sense of closeness in his heart.

"Why?"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed out loud and patted Xiao Feng on the shoulder.

"Son, I am your father!"

Xiao Feng's face was shocked, before he could speak, he saw Xiao Yuanshan suddenly pulled off his collar, and there was a wolf pattern printed on his chest.

"This……"

Xiao Feng also opened his collar, revealing the same wolf pattern.

"You are my father!" He said with ecstasy.

"That's right, I am your father, your real father!" Xiao Yuanshan laughed.

"father!"

"Good son!"

"father!"

"Good son!"

The corner of Lin Lang's mouth twitched, he inexplicably thought of the dynamic picture of Xiao Feng's father and son on the Internet, showing the gray wolf on his chest.

(End of this chapter)