Taoist chanting

Chapter 592

Tu Kun "Teng" stood up, how could he allow outsiders to run on the audience so rudely, so what if he looked powerful?

Qianglong still doesn't overwhelm the snake. It's hard to say who will win if he hasn't fought.

He sneered and said, "Tu is overthinking himself, so he will accompany the two guests who came from afar to do a few tricks, so that no one will laugh at us for our poor reception. I wonder who will come first?"

He looked at the scholar Lu Changyuan, and his words were stinging, mocking the two as uninvited guests.

Monk Fabao stood up and said, "Don't trouble fellow Daoist Lu, I'll come."

He folded his hands together and bowed to Fayuan who stood up slowly: "Brother, let's watch from the wall. After I win the fellow Taoist, I will talk to my brother about Buddhism."

Fayuan had no choice but to put his palms together to advise: "Don't do any evil, do all good, and purify your mind!"

"Senior Brother's words are very true, but what I have cultivated is Vajra Glory."

Monk Fabao stepped forward and chased several miles into the air, not to speak, and punched Tu Kun three miles away in the air, as if there was a loud thunderbolt out of thin air. Crisp and neat.

Tu Kun pointed two fingers in the middle of his right hand, and the golden glow disappeared in the air.

"Bang", the violent fist hit the place where Tu Kun had just stood up, fluctuating violently. Tu Kun dodged one step before he could not wait, and continued to widen the distance with the magic weapon monk, and all the afterimages were defeated.

Vibrating with force, the wind swept across the surrounding area hundreds of feet away, flying sand and rocks on the island.

Seeing the power of the punch, Zhang Wenfeng, who flew up to watch the battle, was in a dark state of mind, Wufu is so unreasonable.

Fa Yuan murmured: "Vajra Fist, root seal, Vajra is not broken!"

What the foreign monk learned and what he learned were two directions, he couldn't persuade him at all, and he was far from returning to his peak state at this time, so there was nothing he could do.

Lu Changyuan was not worried about the sparring in the air at all. He sat alone on the stone bench and saw the teapot steaming. He picked it up and filled the fine porcelain teacup in front of him. The reactions of several people in the air.

He has been walking in the practice world for hundreds of years, and he can tell if there is anything wrong with the tea.

Fabao Monk gained momentum and was not forgiving, he chased out with one step, punched and hit, a cold light suddenly appeared from the sky behind, and stabbed at the back of Fabao Monk's neck.

"Dang", the magic weapon monk didn't bother to dodge at all, there was a slight golden light flashing on the neck, Tu Kun tried his best to use himself as bait, and used the trick in the clever sword art to sneak attack with the flying sword, but returned in vain, and the flying sword was shaken out Hundreds of feet away, he escaped into the air and disappeared.

Tu Kun's stature lowered and he flashed. He was able to use the rustic spirit to fight against the island, and narrowly avoided the subsequent punches. He felt a little bit bitter. The protection and attack of the magic weapon monk were too abnormal. Well, he couldn't bear a punch at all, so he had to use his brain to give that guy a hard punch.

Monk Fabao hit the empty space several times in a row, and shouted: "Don't run away, if you have any powerful tricks, just greet me, I will force it all."

"A good man, with kindness!"

If Tu Kun believes the opponent's words, he will be a ghost, and intrigue is also a kind of combat power during a battle.

He raised his hands, and dozens of large wheeled rocks smashed his head and face at the magic weapon monk's bald head. A layer of yellow dust filled the air, and a huge force of gravity suddenly acted on the body of the magic weapon monk who was standing still.

The magic treasure monk couldn't bear it, and fell three feet downwards, a golden light flashed on his body, stabilizing his figure.

"Small skills, come up with some powerful means, don't make me look down on you."

As the monk punched upwards, the strength of the fist was solid, and the sound of explosions was continuous. Dozens of stones that hit him were broken into pieces of stone powder by the fist, and the dust that was raised was billowing in the air.

The moment the monk retracted his fist, a big rock in the air swelled instantly and turned into a giant, like a hill smashing towards the relatively small magic weapon monk. To block.

Tu Kun clasped his hands together and slashed down hard.

The magic treasure monk shook his arms, shaking the gravitational bondage to create a gap, his left palm and handprints changed several times in an instant, and he punched the boulder with his right hand without hesitation, making a vajra look like glaring.

"Boom", the huge flying stone was fixed in the air for a moment by the magic weapon monk's fist.

Monk Fabao suffered a huge shock. As soon as he fell to the ground, he stomped on the hard rock and made a big hole. The whole body was shot like an arrow, and it wiped the edge of the boulder that fell again extremely quickly. Amidst the deafening sound of the stone falling to the ground, it pierced through the air and attacked Tu Kun who was several miles away.

The speed of the previous attack was not the same as before, and the counterattack came unexpectedly viciously.

"Hide!"

Zhang Wenfeng shouted, that monk is inhumanly powerful.

A huge boulder with a size of twenty feet can be punched in the air and hover for a moment, which is simply shocking.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a Tier [-] warrior could be so powerful.

Breaking through all spells with one force, with such powerful defense and boxing skills, it is no wonder that he was able to walk out of Duxian Island safe and sound. I am afraid that the islands that the monk passed by would cause a lot of casualties, which is terrible.

Before Tukun became invisible, monk Fayuan quickly transmitted a few words to remind Tukun to pay attention to protection.

He was worried that the Mang monk, the magic weapon, would beat up the earth protector.

Monk Wu, who practiced "King Kong's glaring eyes", did not abide by the precepts of the monks, drinking, eating meat and killing people are commonplace.

Once again, the magic treasure monk punched in vain and smashed into the air. He raised his head and let out a loud roar. The sound wave oscillated and spread, and quickly spread several miles away, forcing Tu Kun, who had turned into yellow dust, to have nowhere to hide.

This King Kong lion roar instantly superimposes the six-character Buddhist sounds of Om, Ma, Ne, Ba, Mi, and Hum, and there are eight subtle changes under one roar, which is one or two times stronger than that of Monk Fayuan at his peak, and it is shocking. Tu Kun was slightly dizzy.

After such a long distance, it still has great power.

Tu Kun knew something was wrong, he had nowhere to hide, waved his hand, and the sword light flashed in the distance.

A huge fist shadow savagely punched Tu Kun in the air.

The yellow dust fragments were scattered everywhere, but there was no trace of Tu Kun. The magic weapon monk was so angry that he turned around to look around. The earth spirit was full of tricks and escaped with a similar amulet. This was the first time he met such a well-beaten guy .

Monk Fayuan hurriedly shouted: "Junior brother, stop! Fellow Taoist, admit defeat, don't fight any more."

Tu Kun appeared several miles away with a gloomy face, surrounded by a smear of golden light. He collected the essence of earth movement and used secret methods to refine the "Return Substitute Talisman" on the fourth-order earth chip to help him out of the predicament at a critical moment.

It's not enough to just be beaten, and it's a fart.

As long as there was a slight chance that he could break through the tortoise shell of the monk whose body was tempered more than a magic weapon, he would fight for a while even with the rare amulet that he didn't have much at hand.

"Acceptance!"

Monk Fabao said a polite word with no expression on his face.

He also felt aggrieved when he saw Lu Changyuan flying from the viewing platform by the sea, he looked at the young Taoist priest: "Zhang Daoyou, let's fight first."

After a half fight, my hands were itchy.

I hope that the Taoist priest named by fellow Taoist Lu to compete with each other by name can make him feel addicted.

"Junior Brother, no!"

"No, you can't fight him with the magic weapon."

Two voices came at the same time, namely Monk Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan.

The magic weapon was very depressed. Listening to them, it seemed that he couldn't beat the Taoist priest?

Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the black cloth bag at his waist, and touched the stone figurine of the dead ghost in the bag with his palm. The figurines are dark in color, with a dark sapphire luster. He thinks that the current Yin soldiers should be able to display their fourth-level strength, right?
Of course he didn't want to waste his last chance to die for the magic weapon monk.

Even if the magic weapon monk is hacked to death, the loss outweighs the gain.

Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan prevented the magic monk from competing with him, which made him surprised and curious. Does he have any means to defeat the magic monk?Why doesn't he know himself?

"Why can't we fight with him? Or fellow Daoist Lu, fight with him first, and I'll do it later."

Monk Fabao was very stubborn, so he had to break the casserole and ask for clarification.

Lu Changyuan shook his head and said with a smile, "No way! I won't lie to you!"

There is no room for return.

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(End of this chapter)