Looting three thousand against the world

Chapter 27 029: Proud War

"Amitabha!
Donor, the poor monk said earlier that you are not my opponent. Although your "Lingbo Weibu" movement technique is very clever, but the donor's own strength is not as good as the poor monk. "

The sweeping monk didn't continue to attack, and looked at Ming Hedao with his hands clasped together.

Now that he has proven his own strength, he believes that Minghe has already understood the gap between the two.

"Ms. Qiushui, stop watching the show! If you keep watching, I will be killed." Ming He held his slightly painful chest, and said to Li Qiushui, who was standing below watching the show.

"Hey! Can you be smarter, kid? This monk is a legendary master, and we may not be his opponent even if we join forces.

If I were you, I would go back and practice for another ten years to reach the grand master, and then come to Shaolin Temple to make trouble. "

Li Qiushui scolded Minghe softly.

"Master, will you help me? When Master was dying, he asked you to guide me in practicing exercises. If I die here, would you be worthy of my Master?"

Ming He saw that Li Qiushui didn't seem to intend to help him, so he simply moved Wu Yazi out.

"Okay, I'll go crazy with you kid today."

After hearing Wu Yazi's name, she chose to help Minghe, and she came to the martial arts arena with Lingbo microsteps, standing behind the sweeping monk.

"Benefactor, the poor monk never said that he wanted to take the life of the benefactor. The poor monk just asked the benefactor to put down the butcher knife and leave the mountain."

The sweeping monk's face darkened when he heard Minghe's words, thinking that Minghe was too good at making things up.

"I will put my harsh words here today. If I don't kill Murong Bo and get the "Yi Jin Jing", I will never leave."

After Ming He had already uttered harsh words, he fixed his eyes on Murong Bo, looking for an opportunity to kill Murong Bo with one blow.

"Almsgiver, why bother? The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you will be right when you turn back."

After hearing Ming He's cruel words, the sweeping monk sighed and said helplessly.

"Master, help me hold this monk, I will find a chance to kill Murong Bo."

Ming He gave instructions to Li Qiushui, before Li Qiushui agreed, Ming He bypassed the sweeping monk and looked for an opportunity to kill Murong Bo.

"Hurry up, I won't last long."

Li Qiushui shot two white rainbow palms to attack the sweeping monk. She didn't expect to defeat the sweeping monk, she just hoped that she could hold the sweeping monk for Minghe.

"Amitabha, One Finger Zen!"

The floor-sweeping monk shook his head helplessly, and with a flick of his fingers, he once again directed at Li Qiushui's two white rainbow palms, shooting out two internal forces.

Li Qiushui's Baihong palm was as fragile as a piece of thin paper in front of the sweeping monk's one-finger Zen skill, and was instantly pierced.

Then in an instant, two internal force attacks popped up again, and Ming He was waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Old monk, you have no morals!

Why do you want to shoot me, you should shoot Li Qiushui. "

Minghe saw the sweeping monk shoot two shots of internal force towards him, so he hurriedly leaned on Lingbo and took a small step to avoid it.

In the end, he just avoided one internal force, and another internal force hit Minghe's chest again.

In order to make Minghe more honest this time, the sweeping monk increased his strength a little bit, and this internal force instantly knocked Minghe to the ground.

"Old monk, let me say it again, get out of the way, don't really think that I'm afraid of you."

Minghe looked at the holes in his clothes on his chest, on which he could see fist-sized bruises, which were all caused by the internal force of the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has been controlled by killing intent.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Old monk, today I would like to ask the almsgiver to return to the right place. "The sweeping monk put his palms together and recited a Buddha's name.

"If your Buddha said this to me personally, I might still consider whether to give him face, but you are not qualified to do so!"

Minghe's whole person's momentum changed instantly, giving people the feeling of being the only one.

"Master, you step back. Today I want to see if this old monk can stop me."

After Minghe asked Li Qiushui to step down, he was about to hang up, which triggered Honglian Yehuo.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a wave of white mist around the Ming River. The so-called white mist is actually the water molecules in the air. After contacting the high temperature of the Ming River, it is instantly evaporated, resulting in mist.

"This is?"

The group of "heroes" who watched the theater were extremely surprised when they saw this scene.

"Old monk, give me a punch."

Minghe saw that the sweeping monk was distracted, so he punched the sweeping monk directly.

When Minghe was about to hit the sweeping monk with a punch, the sweeping monk's seemingly slow deep hand blocked Minghe's fist, but the speed was surprisingly fast.

With a sound of "Ziz", billowing white smoke came out from the sweeping monk's hand, exuding the smell of barbecue.

The sweeping monk quickly took his hand back. When the sweeping monk just held Minghe's hand, he felt as if he was holding a hot iron.

"Haha, roasted pig's feet?"

Seeing the exact same expressions on the sweeping monk and Ding Chunqiu, Minghe couldn't help laughing, he knew that the sweeping monk would definitely be able to stop him, so he deliberately tricked the sweeping monk.

Seeing Ming He continue to attack him with punches, the sweeping monk spread his hands and slapped Ming He several times in a row.

With the last palm of the sweeping monk, Minghe was sent flying more than ten meters!
After Minghe stabilized his body, he just felt a little pain, but it was just a superficial injury. If the sweeping monk hadn't been merciful, it wouldn't be a superficial injury.

"Old monk, if you are in a hurry to retreat now, you will be at your own peril."

Facing what Minghe said, the sweeping monk just clasped his hands together, shook his head and said:

"Benefactor, now that you've turned your back on the shore, you're in a hurry."

"You... see the trick."

The old monk Minghe was so angry that he was speechless, and the monk was still trying to persuade himself.

Minghe's fists condensed the red lotus karmic fire and turned into a fire fist.

He threw out both fists, and two red lotus karmic fires shot out with his inner strength to attack the sweeping monk.

"Moco's Judgment: Three Goes to Hell"

The sweeping monk didn't dare to underestimate the two red lotus karmic fires. He shot two inner energies at the same time with the middle fingers of both hands. It has to be said that the sweeping monk is really powerful.

Most of Shaolin Temple's 72 special skills are perfected by him.

The two internal forces collided with the red lotus karmic fire, and the karmic fire burst instantly, sparks splashed on the ground, and the two internal forces of the sweeping monk were also exhausted.

"Take another trick from me!"

Minghe made a seal with his hands, and the red lotus karmic fire began to gather on his chest. After a period of energy accumulation, a fireball with a diameter of one meter finally appeared in the eyes of the world and flew towards the sweeping monk.

"Prajna Zen Palm"

The sweeping monk used the "Prajna Zen Palm" known as "Shaolin's first palm". The internal force of one palm formed a big handprint, and slapped Minghe's big fireball.

The big mudra of the sweeping monk hit the fireball, but instead of extinguishing it with one palm, the fireball burst into more than twenty red lotus karmic fires and continued to attack the sweeping monk.

"Doroye Fingers!"

Seeing this, the sweeping monk quickly used the Duo Luoye finger in the 72 special skills. He flicked his ten fingers in turn, like polo flowers blooming, and several internal forces were released from his fingers.

Honglian Yehuo was hit by a series of internal forces and exploded, and at an unknown time, Minghe suddenly appeared beside Murong Bo who was already seriously injured.

Ming He is now a humanoid soldering iron, he punched Murong Bo fiercely with one hand.

It was too late when the sweeping monk found out, Ming He's iron fist mixed with red lotus fire, hit Murong Bo's chest.

The sound of "Ziz" kept ringing, white smoke billowed, and the clothes on Murong Bo's body were also ignited, making Murong Bo's whole body wrapped in flames.

"Hey, complete task three, kill Murong Fu's family, and get 100 points."

"Haha, old monk, now that Murong Bo is dead, do you still fight?"

Ming He pointed at Murong Bo who had turned into a fire all over his body, and said with a smile.

"Amitabha!
The old monk wants to ask the benefactor for advice. If the benefactor wins, the poor monk can lend the "Yi Jin Jing" to the benefactor for a look.

If the benefactor loses, please don't come to Shaolin Temple to trouble us in the future. If we burn incense and pay respects to the Buddha, we will only treat it as a courtesy. The sweeping monk looked at the dead Murong Bo, clasped his hands together and sighed.

"Okay!" Minghe readily agreed. From today's situation, it can be seen that it is impossible to get the "Yi Jin Jing" without defeating the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please do something!" The sweeping monk nodded.

"The old monk sees the trick, the flying dragon is in the sky!"

The dragon chant sounded, and the internal force was released from Minghe's palm, forming a fire dragon. After the fire dragon uttered a dragon chant at the sweeping monk, it rushed towards the sweeping monk ferociously.

"Dingzhu Subduing Demons is the supreme divine art!"

The sweeping monk took down the string of prayer beads hanging around his neck and put them in his hands. The [-] prayer beads mixed with the sweeping monk's inner strength flew out to attack the fire dragon.

"bump!"

The two collided together, the fire dragon collapsed and exploded, and one hundred and eight rosary beads instantly turned into powder. Flames and strong winds swept the entire martial arts arena. As the leaders, Minghe and the sweeping monk were instantly enveloped by flames and strong winds.

Afterwards, the ground of the martial arts arena was covered with cracks, blood overflowed from the corner of Ming He's mouth, and black and blue were seen on his upper body.

The condition of the sweeping monk was similar to that of Ming He, with bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his temples, which were originally grey, were blackened by the fire, and his robes were in tatters.

(End of this chapter)