Chapter 159: In full swing

The monk gently retreated back, and closed his hands and clamped the sword blade. This is the Shaolin boy skill "Respecting Buddha" among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

The soldiers next to him saw that Huigang was in a stalemate and was willing to miss such a good opportunity, and they all attacked with weapons. These soldiers and warriors who had been in battle for many years naturally formed a cooperation, and started the attack first and then. At this time, Huigang's retreat paths up and down, left and right were almost blocked.

The mage and the priests were preparing for the next round of spells. Seeing that this was the fate of death, Huigang felt that his arms and body seemed to be weighing thousands of pounds there. Although his divine power was amazing, his speed and reaction had become less sensitive.

In this place where all the strong are inches, this change in speed is fatal. In this rush, the monk flipped his hands with both hands. The officer holding the long sword was actually driven by the sword. He wanted to let go but felt that his hands had been firmly attached to the hilt of the sword.

He couldn't help but be shocked, but it was too late. He seemed to be a big stick and was being turned on by Huigang. In this dance, except for those guards, the participants could not have been wearing heavy armor. The same is true for this officer, wearing light armor for etiquette.

The people around him did not care about the life and death of this "human stick". The weapons did not look weakened at all. They directly swept up, and saw that the officer was going to die suddenly.

But those very sharp blades touched the officer's body, as if they had touched some extremely hard metal, shattered one after another. It was not over yet. The power of the broken weapon was transmitted along the metal to the body, as if a force was hit on the body out of thin air.

All the soldiers touched each other screamed and fell to the back. Huigang's feet did not move at all, just exerting force on his arms.

The monk transformed the Shaolin Damo Staff technique into this place. The Shaolin 72 unique skills Damo Staff technique swept across thousands of troops.

A huge open space was cleared in front of him, which shocked the audience. Although most of the nobles and powerful people had left here, some people who wanted to see here were not moved.

Seeing this extremely powerful performance, everyone shouted in surprise. Only the simple-dressed old man sitting next to the emperor's side remained calm and as stable as Mount Tai.

The swordsman Blunt, who was guarding the emperor, and the great magician Thorne looked at each other. Blunt spoke strangely:

"This time, it's much weaker than last time."

Master Thorne nodded in agreement, turned around and continued to look at the field. Archbishop Bogus raised his hand and called Cardinal Erding beside him, and whispered something.

The great wizard turned his back to Blunt Sword Saint, and Thorne's eyes flashed as if he was thinking about something.

Their feelings were not wrong. After the monk's attack, although he temporarily breathed, Huigang felt that his internal organs seemed to be rolling over, and his blood was surging. He actually felt like he was about to vomit blood.

The monk was shocked. Since he woke up from his deep sleep, he thought that his body and skills were much stronger than before.

But the move just now swept across the army. It was originally a trivial matter for him, but he never expected that there would be signs of internal injuries.

At this time, a very large area was empty in the middle of the dance floor. The soldiers holding heavy military crossbows had already aimed at the monk, but they did not dare to launch them rashly. The role of the soldiers around them was just to guard.

Huigang quickly took a step back. In the moment of flash, the magic attacks of the mages hit down like a storm. A high wall of fire rose around the monk, surrounding him.

When I heard the continuous explosion sounds from inside, it was obvious that all the spells suitable for the wind blade ice cone fireball that would not affect the surroundings were smashed.

But some aftermath still splashed to other places. Master Thoren, who had been watching intently, frowned slightly, and waved his hand, a blue light flashed, and a shield immediately enveloped the throne. Almost at the same time, Princess Caroline, who was standing there, was also surrounded by a similar small light shield.

However, the bishops and cardinals of the Church of Light did not participate in the attack. More than a dozen people stood in a fixed position and were exercising some magical skills with all their might.

In the fire circle, Huigang's loud shout suddenly came, and an invisible shock attacked the mages who kept emitting spells.

Everyone seemed to be hit hard by the impact from the air. When a magician launched the attacking magic, his first reaction was to first bless himself with a protective magic. All the mages present were elites of the Drew Empire, and the protection he blessed him with great help.

But their protection was still broken, either vomiting blood or falling to the ground. A few strong men were still standing there, their faces were not good-looking, and they all looked at Huigang in the fire wall with horror.

Huigang fell not far away from the roaring magic attack, and it seemed that there was no problem with him. In the attacks just now, there was no major damage to the physical fireball, wind blade, etc.

But there were several mental attacks. If it were in the past, such mental attacks would have been ignored by the monk. Unexpectedly, at this time, he suffered a secret loss, and his reaction and resistance were all lost at that moment.

When the monks saw Huigang standing there without any damage, they were all a little discouraged. However, one of them had very sharp eyes. Seeing that Huigang's arms were hanging down, there was a trace of blackened by flames. They shouted loudly and pointed at the monk and said:

"Look, he was burned by magic!"

All the mages who can still stand are preparing for the next round of attacks as soon as possible. In the past information and descriptions, the blonde young man in front of him is almost immune to magic.

The attacks and defenses of the mages were used to delay time in the palace's defense plan, but now it hurts this person, which makes these people extremely excited.

The priests of the Temple of War were always releasing their morale at the edge, but did not use their best illusion monsters. The priests of the Church of Light also seemed to ignore this scene, and were all focusing on releasing divine magic, not knowing what kind of magic they were preparing.

The only one who could still act was the uninjured warriors, who yelled and rushed up under the influence of war songs and blessing magic.

Huigang felt a little helpless about his current situation, and it was not realistic to run away. But at this time, the monk's heart was really in a desperate situation.

The monk gritted his teeth and walked towards the guards and officers who rushed over. Although the pace was slow, he walked in front of him in a few steps. Huigang's direction had a certain pattern. As he walked, each step seemed to be steadily on the ground.

The hard marble floor will be broken and shattered like thunder, with two fists struck out in a series of times, and the thumb buckles slightly protruding the fist, becoming a tiger-shaped shape.

A warrior in front of him had already changed into a flail in his hand, which was his most advantageous weapon. Seeing Huigang's direction facing him, he quietly swung the weapon and smashed it hard. Unexpectedly, just in the moment of his action, the monk had already turned his body.

The warrior suddenly saw a tiger pounced towards him, and the faint sound of wind caused by the punch was like a tiger roar. Although there were many magical beasts in this world, the image of the tiger was still shocking and he suddenly became frightened.

When he was a little stunned, the monk's heavy punch was already imprinted on his chest, and he had almost no reaction, and he didn't even scream. He could even see the fist in his chest sinking into the chest, and the internal force in the fist penetrated his body and immediately fainted from pain. This was also when the monk was able to barely maintain a Buddhist compassionate heart when his fighting spirit was full of energy.

Otherwise, if this punch hits a vital part, it will undoubtedly die.

This is the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, the Tiger Fist.

Although the monk had already shown signs at this time, he was not like the one in front of him, and could not see the signs. It seemed to be extremely slow, but the weapons of the soldiers around him could not touch his body at all. Instead, someone would be seriously injured and flew up every punch of the monk.

A huge light curtain slowly appeared above the heads of the bishops and cardinals of the Church of Light. The priests of the Temple of War seemed to have received some orders and retreated to the emperor's throne as guards.

In the hall, the soldiers of the Imperial Guards commanded the troops and mages responsible for the palace guards in the hall, gradually surrounding them.
Chapter completed!