The mountain in his palm weighed more than three hundred kilograms on the iron rod, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on it. Luo Yu's hand tightened slightly. The palm technique of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong was fully exerted, and the superimposed weight was no less than a thousand kilograms.
His feet were motionless, the iron rod whirled, the wind whistled, Luo Yu's iron rod of all kinds of beasts swung, shattering the phantom, but stopped an inch away from Lin Su's arm, Hunyuan Gangqi was dented, but not lost
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Lin Su's knuckles were numb with a thunderous fist, and it was three points more powerful than Cang Qiong Palm. However, even so, he still couldn't defeat Luo Yu. The iron rod was made of who knows what, and even his fists and palms couldn't get on it.
Leave no trace behind.
His eyes couldn't help but move from Luo Yu's hands to the strange iron rod. All Luo Yu's attacks came from the iron rod. Apart from anything else, there was nothing to say about the weight and quality.
The iron rod itself is a unique weapon, perhaps a weapon better than the dragon scale sword and the blood shadow sword.
Transforming his fist into claws, Lin Su grabbed the end of the iron rod.
"He found that the stick was unusual." Zhou Yin laughed softly and said: "Unexpectedly, the hero passed all his weapons to Luo Yu. It was only because of my poor eyesight that I recognized this stick.
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Ren Qi said absently: "In addition to the Ziyun Sword of Master Quanzhen and the Crazy Demon Sword enshrined by the Tianmo Sect, there are more divine weapons in the world."
The two people were competing with each other with their infuriating energy. The two sides' infuriating energy were equally matched on the iron rod. Luo Yu suddenly used a palm and grazed Lin Su's ear. The sharp infuriating energy cut his earlobe, and blood dripped.
Drop the neck.
Lin Su followed suit and grabbed Luo Yu's wrist. He opened the arm on the black robe a little, revealing the black bird pattern on the wrist.
"What is that?" Ye Feng shouted.
Zheng Yuheng stared at the pattern, "It's such a familiar pattern."
There were constant whispers in the audience, and they were all talking about Luo Yu's designs.
Luo Yu's eyes were full of anger, and his other hand decisively gave up control of the iron rod and slapped Lin Su's chest.
After taking a few steps back, Lin Su glanced at the iron rod in his hand and threw it down from the ring. Without the iron rod, Luo Yu had nothing to worry about. Even if he slapped him hard, it was still worth it.
Taking a deep breath, he stared at Luo Yu and assumed the starting position of Arhat Fist. He stepped in front of Luo Yu in three steps with Lingxu sword steps at his feet. The basic boxing technique of Shaolin's seventy-two secrets showed its strong side at this moment, and several punches were fired.
Luo Yu retreated straight away.
Big Vajra Fist!
Sky Palm!
Sky-shaking fist!
All kinds of hard and powerful boxing techniques and palm techniques were used together, and the situation on the field was one-sided. Lin Su had the absolute upper hand, and the victory or defeat had quietly changed inadvertently.
But Lin Su did not dare to be careless. Before Luo Yu fell, it was unknown who would lose and who would win. Maybe Luo Yu was hiding a backhand, just waiting for him to get carried away.
Phew!
The patterns on Luo Yu's left and right hands seemed to come alive. The Qingluan Fire Phoenix pecked at Lin Su at the same time. A ball of fire came out of the fire phoenix's mouth, and half of the arena exploded to pieces. The Qingluan hovered above Lin Su's head, sowing seeds.
After a few breaths, a sapling grew on the ring, and the seeds on Lin Su's robe sprouted quickly, becoming one foot tall in a short time.
Taking off his robe and throwing it down on the ring to avoid the intrusion of the fire phoenix, Lin Su suddenly slapped his palm.
Just when the palm reached Luo Yu's front, a Dharma image that Lin Su couldn't tell the details suddenly opened its eyes above the former's head. It had the head of a human and the body of a snake. It was holding a multicolored stone in its hand, and its huge palm was like swatting mosquitoes.
Lin Su was pushed back to the side of the ring.
"What kind of Dharma is this?" Lin Su has dabbled in Buddhism and Taoist Dharma, but this is the first time he has heard of such a strange Dharma. Nie Lin's dragon and snake Dharma is strange enough, but Luo Yu is even better.
"The Dharma of the ancient goddess Nuwa?" Zhou Yin, who was well-informed, recognized this ancient god at once. She came from ancient myths and stories.
"What a scary aura." Even Ren Yue, who had extraordinary experience, was startled by this sudden Dharma image. It was really not easy for Luo Yu to be able to condense the Dharma image of Nuwa at such a young age.
The audience, who had looked sad just now, suddenly became excited.
"It turns out it's just the phantom of the dharma." Lin Su wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was also a man who had condensed the phantom of the dharma. He could clearly distinguish the difference between the dharma and the phantom.
Qingluan Fire Phoenix sank into Luo Yu's wrist again, looking at Lin Su coldly.
"A mere shadow of the Dharma."
Lin Su snorted coldly, and the Dharma form gathered behind him.
Ye Feng's jaw dropped. Shan Lianheng and Zheng Yuheng were struck by lightning. Was the gap already so big?
Are they too evil, or are we lagging behind?
Lin Su's Dharma Appearance only has a pair of Buddha's hands, but it is a real Dharma Appearance, different from the illusion of a shadow, and is no different from the Golden Buddha in Shaolin.
Luo Yu was surprised, this person was really difficult to deal with.
"One move will determine the outcome."
The hot Qi was boiling, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth formed two huge vortexes in the sky above the ring. The audience on the sidelines felt a sense of suffocation, breathless, and very uncomfortable.
Lin Su's hand changed to a palm seal, and while the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into the Dharma, the true energy from his whole body continued to drill into his right hand along the seven meridians and eight meridians. The burning feeling made his whole arm seem to be burned to the bone.
The slag is too heavy to lift.
So painful.
Luo Yu attacked quickly, and the dozens of different colors of Qi covering his right fist were frightening. Lin Su gritted his teeth, mobilized all his strength, and performed a stunning palm move.
Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!
hold head high!
"puff!"
Luo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and the masculine power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms shattered dozens of zhenqi in his fists. Nuwa, the Faxiang, forcefully used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and immediately staggered and turned into a ray of light.
Luo Yu's back.
call!
The wind blew away Luo Yu's face towel, and an exquisite angelic face with no faults appeared in Lin Su's eyes. With a small cherry mouth, a straight nose, and icy muscles and jade bones, she was clearly a perfect girl.
Lin Su was stunned. He had been fighting with her for so long, but he still couldn't recognize the truth that Luo Yu was actually a girl. He only thought that Luo Yu was petite.
Secretly smiling bitterly, he was the one who preconceived the idea. He was self-righteous and believed that powerful people are all men, but he ignored that women also have masters, such as Ruan Fei of the Frost Sword, Ziwei Sect, one of the ten sects, is a nunnery, and the master of the sect is Shi Yi.
Ranked 13th on the dragon list, who dares to say that she is not strong?
Not only him, almost everyone who was dumbfounded now mistakenly thought that Luo Yu was a man. Who would have thought that a woman could defeat Ren Qi in just a few moves.
Luo Yu felt the naked gazes of everyone and couldn't help but feel angry. He picked up the face towel that fell on the ground and covered it again to make the audience look greedy.
The referee announced: "Lin Su wins."
"Congratulations to Lin Su for becoming the champion of this Bodhidharma Zen Conference."
Lin Su breathed a sigh of relief. He was also at the end of his strength. One move, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, exhausted all his strength. He couldn't even lift his right hand. If he hadn't reluctantly used it, he would have lost.
Most people's attention is focused on Luo Yu, just like those girls are paying attention to Ren Qi, but there are a few exceptions.
Shan Lianheng's eyes lit up, what a domineering palm technique. When did Brother Lin learn the moves? Could it be that he learned and created his own moves?
"The sound just now was the dragon's roar, right?" Zhou Yin asked.
Ren Yue said: "It seems so. I can't understand his martial arts and martial arts more and more."
Chapter completed!