Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 681 Sacred Heart Avatar

  However, when switching opponents with San Zan, Venerable Guangming was also a little bit speechless.

  He also wants some dough.

  Both in the realm of manifesting sages, he was so miserably suppressed by Baihong, it really degraded his dignity.

  Similarly, the Sword Emperor actually thought so too, but he couldn't open his mouth either.

  The majestic lord of the sword pavilion, the leader of the swordsmanship, only has the power to protect himself, but has no ability to fight back. If he asks for help, how will he get along in the future?

   Right now, the Sword Emperor can only hope that Baihong will be stronger, and he can get rid of Guangming in the Liuli Temple as soon as possible, and then come to support him.

  The nameless holy sword in Baihong's hand suddenly dropped and threw it into the void.

  In the void, the holy sword suddenly grew bigger, and the heaven and earth seemed to be condensed into one. Just the escaping edge made Venerable Guangming palpitate.

   Realizing that something was wrong, Venerable Guangming instantly disappeared into the void, trying to escape.

  But no matter where he teleported, the aura was still firmly locked on him.

  Having gained enough momentum, Baihong suddenly pressed down with his sword finger:

   "Cut!"

  The nameless holy sword crashed down, intending to split Venerable Guangming in two.

  Feeling this terrifying power that was so powerful that it could even beheaded, Guangming didn't care about his face at this moment, and hurriedly raised the nine-ringed tin rod in his hand, and shouted:

   "Three burials, save me!!"

  Guangming's voice resounded all over the world, San Zan looked intently, and saw that the nine-ringed tin staff in Guangming's hand was directly cut off by the holy soldier, and the venerable Guangming seemed to activate some secret method.

  The figure suddenly teleported a hundred miles away, and his face was very ugly.

   "Om, ma, mi"

  The real body of the Buddha with three heads and six arms opened his mouth to chant, and the sound of the Buddha kept rushing towards Baihong, and the three burials didn't have time to attack the sword emperor, so they went straight to Baihong.

  Guangming can't die, at least not now, otherwise, he can't stop Jianhuang and Baihong from joining forces.

   Venerable Guangming heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Sanbuan strike, and at the same time, a trace of pain flashed across his face. The nine-ringed tin rod was a rare magic weapon, but it was a pity that it was cut off by Baihong's sword.

  The Sword Emperor was also determined, and he was about to be unable to hold on any longer. Fortunately, Bai Hong showed his might and lured San Zan away.

   "Heavenly Sword!!"

  The Sword Emperor harnessed the infinite sword energy, and rushed towards Guangming.

   He can't beat the third burial, but Guangming still has some hope.

   What's more, now Guangming's magic weapon has been destroyed, and its strength has dropped a lot.

   It made him more confident.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce battle above Lingshan was even more intense. The battle range of more than ten superpowers was only tens of thousands of feet away. , and even larger.

  The two haggard-faced old monks in Lingshan seemed to have rejuvenated at this moment, and their combat power was close to that of Xiao Jing, and they seemed desperate to fight.

  In fact, it is true that the two of them overdrawn their little vitality and exploded a variety of secret techniques to obtain such combat power. When this battle is over, or even before it is over, they may die suddenly.

  Fighting like a flashback, Xiao Jing encountered a lot of trouble. The two old monks seemed to want to drag him in before they died.

  Lv Fengxian's opponent is the bearded Sanxiu who is wearing a red cassock. The strength of the two is evenly matched, and every time they collide, there will be great movements.

  Lv Fengxian held Fang Tian's painted halberd as if a demon **** descended into the world, and the bearded man held a Zen stick, like an arhat furious.

  Both of them were deeply immersed in the way of qi and blood, and a radius of nearly a thousand feet was shrouded in blood mist.

  The remaining three Buddhist masters are controlling the Lingshan formation, trying their best to resist the five great soldiers.

   Soldiers with condensed qi and blood are extremely lethal, especially the soldiers of the first army shouted in unison, which made the soldiers increase their combat power by three points out of thin air.

  However, many of the ordinary soldiers who gather soldiers have turned pale at this moment. They have strong explosive power, but their endurance is not as satisfactory.

  But no one was holding back, all of them were gritting their teeth and persevering, frantically bombarding the formation at Lingshan.

   This was an intense battle. Thousands of monks in the Lingshan Mountain even bleed to death from some of their seven orifices.

   Xiao Jing saw all these.

   "Town!!"

   Xiao Jing let out a furious roar, and Dharma Prime Minister Qingshan suddenly suppressed an old monk, and he took advantage of this opportunity to use secret techniques to directly launch a life-threatening offensive against another old monk.

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With three consecutive attacks, Xiao Jing bombarded the old monk's body, but the old monk also took advantage of this opportunity to bombard Xiao Jing's body, but Xiao Jing ignored it, and the last blow was printed on the old monk's head above!

   "Boom!!"

  The old monk exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and his primordial spirit flew away, wanting to fight for his life and strike one last time, but at this moment, an extreme sharp edge directly cut through the old monk's body.

  The primordial spirit disappears, the body dies and the dao disappears!

   This blow was sent by Lu Fengxian. Long before Xiao Jing decided to kill the old monk, he had already communicated with Lu Fengxian, and it was only then that he had this prepared blow.

  The vision of crying in the rain of blood appeared, Xiao Jing faced the rain of blood and killed another old monk.

  Now he is the only one left, Xiao Jing is absolutely sure to kill him, the victory is sealed!

   Zhang Jing stood in the void, his spiritual thoughts scattered in all directions, trying to find the figure of the Sacred Heart Buddha, but under the realm of the Sacred Heart, Zhang Jing's spiritual power dropped significantly.

   "Amitabha Buddha."

   "Amitabha"

   "A"

  Suddenly, the upper and lower heavens and the earth are all the voice of the Buddha, and the Venerable Sacred Heart seems to be everywhere.

   "Noisy!"

   Zhang Jing's mind moved, and the Emperor's bell rang, trying to suppress all these Buddhist sounds.

  But although the bell rang, it did not suppress the sound of the Buddha. Instead, the two merged together, making the sound of the sound of the Buddha even more distant.

   "Damn, why can't I see it!!"

   "Is that the problem with the divine clock, or did the Sacred Heart Buddha use some great supernatural power?"

   "It's a pity that we can't see through such a shocking battle!"

  Tens of thousands of miles away, sound transmissions of regret circulated in the void.

   "Sacred Heart Tribulation!"

   It was like a raving from a heavenly demon, faintly passed into Zhang Jing's ears.

   Zhang Jing's pupils shrank, and the primordial spirit in the spiritual platform seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. The sound of Buddha continued to spread into the spiritual platform, as if he wanted to disintegrate the primordial spirit.

   "Pretending to be a ghost!"

   Zhang Jing's eyes froze, and his whole body was beating with qi and blood. A sound of dragon whistle came from Zhang Jing's body, and pieces of black and mysterious scales grew out from under Zhang Jing's skin.

   In just a short time, Zhang Jing's whole body was covered by scales, and the maddening sound of the Buddha's voice was gradually blocked by the scales.

  Two black dragon horns protruded from both sides of Zhang Jing's forehead, glowing faintly, and Zhang Jing's eyes even got bigger from the inside out.

   Half-dragon body!

   "Oh man. Demon?"

  The Sacred Heart Buddha's tone was a little surprised.

   "Shemale you ****!"

   Zhang Jing let out a low drink, only feeling that the blood in his body was endless, and suddenly punched in one direction.

   "Boom!!"

  The void is cracked and twisted.

  In the half a year since Zhang Jing established his country, not only has his realm improved, but even his body's qi and blood have been condensed once again, which has brought the power of qi and blood to a small level again.

  The power is even higher than before.

  The Sacred Heart Buddha walked out from another direction, and looked solemnly at Zhang Jing:

   "How did Your Majesty discover the poor monk?"

   "Want to know? I'll tell you when you're dead."

   Zhang Jing stomped on his footsteps, mobilized his qi and blood, and with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, he suddenly blasted towards the Sacred Heart, but during the change of his body shape, he escaped the blow.

  The terrifying punch finally landed on a peak a hundred miles away from Lingshan Mountain, smashing the entire mountain into pieces.

"Humph!!"

  Zhang Jing let out a cold snort, and swung his fists again and again, several punches locked Sacred Heart's whole body energy.

   He put his palms together, and a golden light blocked his body.

  The terrifying punch that could blast through the void did not shatter the golden light, but only cracked it. The Sacred Heart retreated nearly a hundred feet away, and its eyes were unprecedentedly dignified.

  His several means can't help Zhang Jing, and even the force of frontal attack is not Zhang Jing's opponent!

   Zhang Jing's every punch is almost to the extreme of the state of the holy, even if he is a strong man in the realm, it is not easy to meet him.

  The most important thing is that the defense of Zhang Jing's half-demon body is too strong, it is almost watertight.

   Sacred Heart Tribulation affects the primordial spirit, which can be weakened by most of the scales.

   "I said before, if you dare to go to the court to provoke, you have to be prepared for the collapse of Lingshan!"

   Zhang Jing stepped forward and teleported to Sacred Heart.

  The terrifying fist force blasted out again, Sacred Heart even heard the sound of dragon roars, and after a closer look, Zhang Jing's fist force blasted out were clearly roaring dragon heads!

  The void trembled, and the tens of thousands of feet where the two confronted were almost cracked, as if they would not be able to bear the pressure in the next moment.

  The power of heaven and man hidden tens of thousands of miles away, I feel extremely shocked.

  Although they couldn't really see the confrontation between the two, the power that made the void tremble this time and again terrified them. After calculating in their hearts, they found out in despair that if they were themselves, they might not be able to take a single blow.

  The Sacred Heart Buddha was a little anxious, because the longer he confronted Zhang Jing, he suddenly discovered that Zhang Jing's strength was gradually rising!

   Although not so obvious, it is also very scary.

   "Sacred Heart, don't you still not show your real body?" Zhang Jing blasted the Sacred Heart back with a punch, and said with a low drink.

  Before they fought, Zhang Jing had already discovered something wrong with Sacred Heart. He only fought with Yuanshen, otherwise it would be impossible to be weaker than him in frontal strength.

   You must know that when Zhang Jing fought Li Xuantian back then, if Bai Hong hadn’t restrained most of his strength, plus some methods of his own,

   Zhang Jing was suppressed miserably by Li Xuantian.

   Domain Blessing is not just lip service.

  Now Sacred Heart is only fighting with Yuanshen, Zhang Jing instinctively feels something is wrong.

  When Sacred Heart heard the words, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing an evil smile:

   "Your Majesty really want to see the real body of the poor monk?"

  (end of this chapter)