Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

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Looking at this tall man, Wu Gong curled his lips and his body expanded accordingly. He didn't like to look up at others, especially a man. But at this moment, an iron fist hit his head. The surface of this fist was covered with golden light, which looked extremely dazzling. It also brought up a fierce wind, as if out of thin air. There was a strong wind of level 12, and everything in the house was blown around. It looked extremely tragic, as if it was a car accident scene.

Wu Gong didn't expect that this guy would actually take action directly.

However, he was not afraid at all. His whole body continued to expand, and green light began to spread and ripple on every part of the body's skin surface.

"Boom!"

The iron fist hit his head hard.

At the same time as the dull sound sounded, Wu Gong suddenly felt that the floor tiles under his feet, which should have been very hard, turned soft. Then, even though his body was still expanding, his perspective continued to move downwards. , was smashed into the depths of the ground like a nail, and the stone bricks originally used to cover the soil flew everywhere, looking messy and very embarrassed.

Seeing that his punch did not blow this man's head.

Outside the door, the strong man dressed as a monk punched him down again.

The iron fist squeezed the air, and the air was squeezed, making a harsh sound, which sounded very harsh and made people feel hairy. at the same time. At the same time, the man dressed as a warrior monk suddenly had a golden light on his body, and he seemed to have turned into a Bodhisattva like Fudo Myoyo. His face was full of majesty, and he looked like a treasure, possessing indescribable wealth. of majesty.

If a monk from the Shaolin Temple comes here, he will find that the set of boxing skills displayed by this hairy monk at this moment are actually the Fudo Mingwang that has been completely lost among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Boxing, and has reached the top level, and the true energy has turned into Buddha's light to protect the body in every move.

Logically speaking, if the strong man in front of him could kill someone at the first sight, he should be full of blood debt, so how could he possibly be able to practice the Fudo Myoou Fist of the Buddha Heart Buddha.

But facts speak louder than words. The man in front of him was pumping his fists and smashing his fists while continuing to release golden Buddha light.

Wu Gong raised his arm to block the iron fist hitting him.

But he didn't expect that the iron fist was extremely heavy. When pressed down, it could even be comparable to a small mountain.

Wu Gong's arm, which was as hard as the roots of a big tree, immediately made the sound of bone cracking under the heavy impact of this iron fist. You must know that Wu Gong's body is particularly tough at this moment. Logically speaking, let alone Whether he received these few punches, ten punches, a hundred punches or even more punches, there shouldn't be any damage at this moment.

But this was not the case. He could clearly feel that the bones in his arms were rapidly collapsing and cracking at the speed that the human body could detect.

This feeling is very uncomfortable. It has been such a long time since Wu Gong felt the pain of being beaten for the first time. This feeling made him miserable. However, as his body continued to expand, the pain of being beaten continued. I feel gradually relieved, and the pain in my body is also relieved.

The man dressed as a monk immediately frowned when he saw this scene.

And without any hesitation, he waved his fist and walked quickly towards the person in front of him. His purpose of coming here was not to kill people, but to save people. In fact, his purpose of coming here was just to save Xiao Li Guanghua Rong. Other than that, other things did not have to happen at all.

Therefore, Wu Gong emerged from the soil before he had time.

The monk immediately walked into the room and began to look for traces of Xiao Li Guanghuarong.

It didn't take long for him to see Xiao Li Guanghuarong, who was hanging upside down from the beam.

Without the slightest hesitation, a stone appeared in the center of his palm and flicked, and the hemp rope hanging on the beam immediately broke. Then he picked up Xiao Li and Guang Huarong did not return the same way, but headed towards He crashed into a window not far away, but he was about to smash the window and escape.

A huge hand grabbed him from behind.

When his palm crushed the air, he unleashed a blow that was no less powerful than that of a monk.

Facing the palm coming from behind, the monk originally ignored it and was about to speed up and rush out, but he suddenly remembered that he was carrying Hua Rong on his back.

Therefore, after a brief thought, he twisted his body, waved his fist, and prepared to hit the back, preparing to use the recoil of the fist to allow himself and Hua Rong to successfully escape.

But what he didn't expect was. Or rather, he couldn't expect it at all.

His fist hit the huge palm hard, but almost the next second, a big mouth full of sharp teeth appeared at the place where it was hit. This big mouth came like that The urgency did not give him any space or time to react.

He could only watch helplessly as his palm was quickly bitten by this sharp mouth and dragged hard towards the center of his palm. Various thoughts were running rapidly in the monk's head. As these thoughts were running, he finally made a decision. He was seen waving his arms crazily, and his true energy was accompanied by light in his arms. Ripple on.

Just like a wooden pestle used to pound medicine, he began to swing around crazily at those sharp teeth. The sharp teeth immediately scratched the skin, but he seemed not to feel anything. The infuriating energy rolled out of his skin. And the wound spurted out, bringing out a large amount of blood, and at the same time, his arm was wrapped in a golden halo. Under this golden halo, he looked more like a Buddha.

However, against the background of the blood, he looked a little weird.

Or rather, full of murderous intent.

A bit like a glaring King Kong.

As he swung his arms hard, the sharp teeth broke.

He finally got rid of the shackles of these teeth and successfully pulled his arm out from between the teeth.

However, although he successfully pulled his arm out, he also knew that he had absolutely no way to leave here now, because the iron tower-like figure had already covered him and Hua Rong.

Looking at this warrior monk exuding golden energy all over his body.

Wu Gong didn't mean to talk nonsense at all. He waved his palm quickly, and the front of the car, which was like a truck carriage, smashed over from the side, shattering the air and causing gusts of wind.

A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on the monk's forehead.

He hugged Hua Rong and retreated quickly. His footsteps left eye-catching afterimages on the ground. Clear footprints appeared in front of him one after another. He retreated quickly, but soon he could no longer retreat. Retreat, because he will soon reach the wall, and once he leans against the wall, he will have no room to retreat.