True Immortal of the Netherworld

On the square of the martial arts arena.

Monk Sanshi, a disciple of Hongyitang, and Murong Yu, a lay disciple of Lanyitang, are fighting.

Monk Sanshi used his rock skills as the foundation, blessed the tiger boxing technique, and launched a series of fierce attacks.

Murong Yu kept using magic techniques in his hands, using the Earth Escape Technique. His body shape was as mysterious as riding on the waves, fighting and retreating at the same time.

He repeatedly used the "Mountain and Stone Technique" eighteen times in a row, and eighteen hills of five to six feet in size hit the three-stone monk opposite him one after another. It's better to say it's an attack than a defense.

At this moment, Monk Sanshi was like an attacking tiger. He punched head-on without any hesitation.

When the fist was punched out, the sound of explosion buzzed throughout the place, like a tiger roaring in the forest.

"Boom boom boom..."

The eighteen hills that Murong Yu sacrificed with the Earth Escape Technique were all turned into half-broken stones under Monk Sanshi's fist.

Judging from the scene, Murong Yu had no room to fight back.

The audience in the stands on the side of the fight between the two men booed loudly.

"Boy in blue, can you only run?"

"This is not a runway, it is a fighting arena."

"Master Three Stones, break this kid's legs quickly."

...

The two people on the square were attacking and defending, but they were also constantly fighting wits in their hearts.

As one of the four sons of Buddha and Tiger, Monk Sanshi thought in his mind: "Although this Murong Yu just dodges, he can activate the mountain and stone technique eighteen times in such a short period of time. It can be seen that his attainments in the first level of earth escape are not trivial. My cultivation is at the peak of Yuanhun Realm, and his cultivation is at the top of the second level of Yuanhun Realm, which is only half a step behind me. I am good at close combat. If he is like this. If you use the same tactic as flying a kite, you will catch him sooner or later. It is better to take advantage of the situation and defeat him with one strike."

Murong Yu deeply felt the pressure brought by the opponent's Sanshi Monk's powerful boxing skills, and thought in his mind: "Same as the news I received before, this Sanshi Monk is really a master in physical training. If I confront him head-on, my defense will be fully activated. , I may not be able to withstand his full blow, but I, Murong Yu, will not lose. Sometimes, wisdom is far more lethal than strength."

Murong Yu's eyes were focused, and the earth-colored light on his feet flickered, and his figure continued to retreat, left and right, like chasing a wave. Every time the Sanshi Monk approached, Murong Yu would just get out of the way.

At this moment, Monk Sanshi's punch landed close to Murong Yu's side, and the explosive wind caused Murong Yu's figure to stagger.

Monk Sanshi's eyes were sharp, "Boy, you can't stand it any longer. Let's see where you go. I'll show you how powerful my great monk's fists are. Break your legs! Give them to me!"

With a decision in his heart, Monk Sanshi fully improved his Yuan Gong. The red cassock outside his body was beating like a ball, and the pressure emitted was rising steadily. A circle of pressure rose on the surface of his left arm, and the impact of the void made a hissing sound. His arm And his fist was instantly "petrified".

In this way, Monk Sanshi's fists have turned into giant "stone hammers".

Monk Sanshi shouted: "Watch the move!"

The sole of his foot suddenly hit the ground.

"Ta!" There was a crisp sound.

The extremely solid cast gold ground beneath my feet was stamped with a half-inch deep footprint by Monk Sanshi.

The next moment, the figure of the three-stone monk soared into the air and landed in mid-air above Murong Yu's head like a tiger preying on prey.

In mid-air, the three-stone monk punched out his fists one after another.

"Boxing Technique - Rock Tiger Cannon!"

Punch out!

Tiger roars!

The great monk's fists floated, and in just an instant, more than a hundred tiger-head-shaped fists exploded.

From top to bottom, hundreds of tigers roared, leaving no blind spots within a radius of twenty feet.

The attack routine of the Three Stone Great Monk is to use brute force to transform the soul power of rock and earth attributes, and then directly suppress the air with the power of a tiger.

Qi's punches and strikes are quite direct. It is more destructive than spiritual magic attacks.

The crowd in the stands exclaimed.

"The young man in blue is going to die."

"What a powerful tiger fist technique."

"Who can avoid this?"

"Even if you don't die, you still have half a life."

Seeing Murong Yu on the ground, there was no room to dodge.

But when he saw a hidden smile on Murong Yu's lips, he didn't know when a string of simple brown stone beads appeared in his hand. Looking carefully, each bead is engraved with a solemn pattern of a seated Buddha.

Murong Yu quickly twisted the stone beads with his hands, and silently recited secret words in his heart: "Escape stone beads, blessed by the soul of Buddha, Kunzang magic circle..."

The surface of the string of brown stone beads suddenly became aura, and the pattern of a sitting Buddha came to life.

At the moment when Monk Sanshi's stormy fist was about to fall on Murong Yu's head.

Murong Yu's figure suddenly became blurred, and the surface of his body quickly turned to stone.

"Boom boom boom..."

Countless tiger-shaped fists hit the place where Murong Yu stood.

In an instant, rocks collapsed, strong winds rolled back, the square shook, and golden light splashed.

When the force of the fist dissipated, clear fist marks appeared on the gold bricks on the surface of the square, and more than one punch was punched deep into them.

Murong Yu's petrified body had turned into ashes under the blow of the fist.

The figure of Monk Sanshi fell to the ground with a thud.

His consciousness stirred, "Huh? It was the Stone Escape Technique that made him run away. I wonder what kind of treasure the string of stone beads in this kid's hand just now is. It can perform such a fast Earth Escape Technique in such a short period of time. It’s no ordinary magic weapon.”

At this moment, Murong Yu's voice came from behind Monk Sanshi.

"Monk Sanshi, I am here. If you have the ability, please let me go."

What surprised Monk Sanshi was that the sound did not come from one place.

Monk Sanshi suddenly turned around, and as far as he could see, at the remains of the eighteen hill techniques that Murong Yu had performed in succession, one of Murong Yu's "original bodies" appeared on each of them.

Monk Sanshi glanced at him and took a breath of cold air, "It's a stone escape technique that uses rock objects, and the level is very advanced. With my skill that is good at rocks, I can't distinguish the real from the fake in a short time. It turns out that This kid deliberately threw down eighteen hills just for this one trick."

On one side of the stands, the audience watching the fight between Sanshi and Murong Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that Mr. Murong really has some tricks up his sleeve."

"He actually dodged the great monk's Tiger Fist just now."

"He transformed into eighteen clones."

"Every one looks the same."

"It depends on how the great monk responds."

"Something interesting."

...

Monk Sanshi quickly calculated countermeasures in his mind, "What is true cannot be faked, and what is false cannot be true. Only one of the eighteen Murong Yus is the real body. Since you can't tell them apart, let me crush you all." "

Monk Sanshi's eyes were as cold as an angry beast. He pinched out the magic formula with both hands and suddenly fell to the ground on all fours. A three-foot-sized tiger appeared on the surface of his body.

"Fist technique - tiger kill!"

The next moment, Monk Sanshi got down on all fours, leaving only a shadow behind him before he pounced forward. His speed was staggering.

The Sanshi Monk's style imitates the tiger's punch. The essence lies in the speed of attack and the ability to launch attacks continuously, but the strength is relatively weak.

Just three breaths.

There were seventeen tiger attacks in a row, and with each blow, a tiger claw shape about ten feet in size fell down.

"Boom boom boom...boom boom boom...boom boom boom..."

Seventeen clones of Murong Yu were hit one after another, or their shoulders

The head, or arms, or thighs, or cheeks... were covered in scars, and the seventeen clones of Murong Yu lay limp on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of Monk Sanshi appeared in front of the eighteenth statue, Murong Yu.

"This last one is undoubtedly the true body."

In mid-air, Monk Sanshi raised his body again, and the phantom of the tiger on his body became as solid as real.

He clenched his fists tightly, eyes widened, and swung down.

Murong Yu looked nervous and hurriedly crossed his hands to block.

"boom!"

"Click."

Murong Yu's arms were smashed directly by Monk Sanshi's punch.

"Ouch!" Murong Yu screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

The Sanshi monk showed his true form, strode up, raised one foot and stepped on Murong Yu's shoulder, pressing down.

With a snap, Murong Yu completely fell to the ground.

"Hehe. You boy from the Murong family, don't give up yet, or I will crush you with my three-stone kick." Monk Three-stone said with a proud look on his face.

at this time.

A voice came from behind Monk Sanshi.

"Yeah?"

The voice was very close, but it was also Murong Yu's voice.

"This is impossible?" Monk Sanshi's first instinctive reaction was to look down at the body of Murong Yu that he stepped on, but at this time, it had turned into an ordinary stone. "

"Pfft" sound.

In front of Monk Sanshi's chest, a sharp "stone spear" passed through his chest, splashing bright red. The position of the stone spear was just grazing his heart pulse. If it missed by even one point, it could kill him.

Poof, the great monk Sanshi knelt on the ground, with the corners of his mouth stained red, and said unwillingly: "How did you do it?"

Murong Yu made a secret in his hand, put away the stone spear technique, and stood opposite the three-stone monk. His left shoulder was already dyed red. He smiled proudly, and then said loudly: "In the Golden Buddha Village, when it comes to playing with stones, I, Murong Yu, The aristocratic family is number one. I am Murong Yu from the Murong aristocratic family.”

At this time, Monk Sanshi noticed that there was a string of stone beads at his feet. It was the same string that Murong Yu used before. The Buddhist beads just encircled his two feet, and circles of rock-type spiritual power fluctuations emitted from the surface, which were indifferent and indifferent.

The great monk Sanshi said with a surprised look on his face: "I understand. You used the technique of rock formations to arrange eighteen rock formations in excellent locations. Then you pretended to be unable to dodge and asked me to launch a full blow. You used the power of the Buddha beads to Earth Escape Technique, quickly transfer your body to one of the eighteen mountain and stone bodies. At the same time, you performed the Stone Escape Clone Technique, the ninth time out of the first seventeen times. I had already hit your main body, but your main body was defeated by pretending to be a clone. When I mistakenly thought that the eighteenth clone was your real body, you had quietly ambush the stone bead magic weapon there. Position. When my body fell into it, my soul power and spiritual consciousness were quietly imprisoned by the stone bead magic weapon, making it impossible for me to detect the approach of your real body. Although my cultivation level is higher than yours, this time, But I fell into your trap."

Murong Yu said: "At one go, it will weaken again, and then it will be exhausted. When you launch the third offensive in a row, your failure is doomed."

Ahem.

Murong Yu coughed twice, covered his red shoulders with his hands, and said angrily: "Great monk, your punch really hurt me."

Monk Sanshi knelt down on one knee, rolled his eyes and looked at Murong Yu, who was standing tall across from him. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: "Didn't you see that blood is still coming out of my chest? It hurts me even more."

Immediately, Monk Sanshi pressed his right hand on the wound on his chest. As brown spiritual light flashed, the surface of his wound began to turn into stone at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bleeding immediately stopped.

Whoops! Whoops!

Monk Sanshi's chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.