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One hundred and ninetieth chapters Shenwei Rin Rin

Chapter 197: Divine Majesty

Among all the sudden appearance of warriors, the only enemy in Huigang's heart was the man in gray who had just attacked. Whether he was fighting with the shadow warrior or fighting with two alienated warriors, he was most wary of the two of them standing there and not moving, so he never used all his strength and finally waited for it.

In a very short time, according to Huigang's calculations, the two soldiers behind had already slashed one hundred and seventeen swords. The old swordsman in front of him said this and instantly felt that the stabbing sword in his hand had changed. A numbness spread along his true energy and his arms. The force on his body suddenly relaxed, and the speed of his operation slowed down.

Huigang was shocked and spread his arms. The soldiers who had just arrived behind felt a sudden surge of force. Although they could control their direction in the strong wind, they took a few steps back. The monk took this opportunity to turn to the back.

The giant eagle in the sky was too big. Under the cover of the wings, the monk still did not jump out of the range of the strong wind. He had already left the carriage for hundreds of meters. He had just stood up straight on the ground, and there was a slight surge in front of him, almost subconsciously. Huigang's heel gently knocked on the ground, and the man seemed to be smooth and retreated a few steps on the ground.

At that moment, the gray-clothed swordsman's stabbing sword had arrived in front of the monk, without any movement or trend, just pointed to the monk's eyebrows.

The black sting sword had turned green, and Huigang's true energy in his body was running wildly, and there was still a vague feeling in his body, as if it was a sign of poisoning when he was walking in the world in his previous life.

However, the monk knew that hiding was not a solution. The sword on the opposite side was extremely fast, and the power on it was not obvious at all. However, the monk knew that the opponent's power was not much weaker than himself, and he might have won the use of skills. After all, he is an outsider in this world.

Since skills and speed cannot win, then use force to suppress it. Huigang stroked his left foot and pushed it flat with a steadily palm. At this time, the opponent's sword tip had already stabbed towards the front, and the purpose was still to the monk's eyebrows. The monk did not dodge or avoid it, and pushed it flat with one palm. It seemed as if it was slow, but it reached the center line almost at the same time as the opponent's stabbing sword. Although the scene was raging, a huge airflow was raised on the ground by the palm that Huigang pushed.

This airflow intertwined with the strong wind in the sky, making an extremely harsh howling sound. The gray-clothed swordsman might not have expected such a huge force. When a powerful force came in his chest, he instantly appeared in another direction in front of the monk.

In the blink of an eye, the swordsman in gray had appeared in mid-air more than a dozen times, changing different directions to try to bypass the monk's palm wind, but the huge palm wind was surprisingly wide and there was no way to hide. He could only retreat. A faint gray mist immediately appeared on his gray clothes, wrapping up his entire body and retreating under the push of the palm force.

Since the power has recovered to its peak, the true energy of the Yijin Jing has been emitted with all its strength, the Holy Power of Light has been emitted with all its strength, the Seventy-Two Skills of Shaolin, the Prajna Vajra Palm, and the Arhat Moves Mountains.

Neither the alienated warriors nor the warriors who had been firing short crossbows just now, they did not approach, but surrounded the carriage. The long swords in the hands of the two alienated warriors flew over and cut the iron plate-wrapped carriage carriage, and there was no one inside.

Then the palm power of the monk Prajna Vajra palm arrived, and the powerful force of Haoran almost became a huge plane. No one or object could stop under this plane and were knocked away. Only the old swordsman in gray seemed to move towards the back, but he couldn't move at all.

The mage stood still and seemed to be shocked because he was frightened. He flew continuously in his hands. The top of the wand slowly shone. In the dusty air, he couldn't see clearly, but Huigang and everyone present were not affected at all.

A yellow light flashed and rumbling on the land in front of Huigang. The land began to condense and form continuously. Several earth elements made of soil slowly stood up. The monk's palm power had just stopped. As the two earth elements slowly approached, the figure of the gray-clothed swordsman floating to the distance suddenly disappeared.

Even Huigang's skill was full of strength, he breathed for a moment, paused, moved his feet, and slapped three palms alternately.

Use all your strength to do it, Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, Prajna Vajra Palm, Three Split Waves!

Each palm has three levels of strength, three palms and nine levels of strength, and each layer of strength is a great force.

The earth element encountered the huge power in front of it, and its instinctive legs merged with the ground, but it could not resist the power in front of it. In the forces one by one, the body gradually cracked and turned into soil again.

Almost at the moment when it turned into soil, the old swordsman in gray appeared in the void again. At the edge of Huigang's palm power, the old swordsman's expression finally changed from indifference to excitement. The sword in his hand had turned into a red color, as if it was burning extremely hot iron bars.

Although his body was forced backwards by force in the air, he still rushed up and fell and waved the stabbing sword. A thin red line suddenly appeared in the void, cutting towards Huigang. At this time, the monk was slightly panting. He could not do it with all his strength at any time. He had to leave room for himself. Yes, even he could not do it.

Looking at the red lines in front of him, Huigang made a step in the flash with instinct, and a thin line was cut out from the ground, a deep gap, and the soil around the gap emitted a burning breath, extremely high temperature and extremely high power.

‘Hahaha’ laughter came from a distance, and the old swordsman in gray had completely disappeared, but there was a sentence lingering in the monk’s ear:

"Interesting, really interesting."

The strong wind flashing with the giant eagle's wings in the sky was vertically down and colliding with the ground. It was originally filled with such a strong wind. The powerful force burst out from the Prajna Vajra Palm emitted by Huigang with all his strength was not weaker than the power of the strong wind. These black shadow warriors who were free to move in the strong wind were themselves relying on the power of the strong wind to fly and move.

This is also the reason why they avoided Huigang's attack, but this palm force was completely beyond their expectations. Two huge airflows were constantly intertwined and collided in the air. The dark green light armor on their bodies should have been caused by the use of wind and buoyancy, but at this time it became a fatal weapon.

The flesh and blood milling plate, the wizard who summoned the elements of the earth-shaking primitives, his body was trembling. After Huigang pushed out the earth-shaking Prajna Vajra Palm, he instantly moved to the back of the giant eagle. However, in his magical vision, he saw those extremely agile companions being skewed into meat sauce and blood mist in the wild airflow. Even the magic weapons that blessed the magic weapon was twisted by this huge chaotic force.

The frenzied power below has affected the balance of the giant eagle. There are now two people on the giant eagle's head, one is the magician who teleported up just now, and the other is wearing a hood. However, Huigang is not unfamiliar with this person, that is the werewolf Kate I saw before.

He was holding the huge iron book with all his attention and muttering something in his mouth. The giant eagle, which was originally a little unstable, flashed its wings a few times and flew to the sky.

"What are you doing? A damn bastard, let the condor kill the trash of the paladin and capture the daughter of the gods."

The original image of the magician was very elegant and elegant at this time, but he seemed to be the most ungraceful shrew, a shrew who was arguing with the butcher for the price of a copper coin in the vegetable market.

Hearing the name "bad seed", the werewolf trembled indifferently, but he was not angry. The giant eagle seemed to be a lifeless machine and began to flap its wings mechanically and rise rapidly.

Huigang ignored the broken carriage and the fragments of his body all over the ground. He leaned over and picked up a few twisted and dissatisfied iron bars. After a few kneadings in his hands, he turned into a short spear. The monk took a few breaths and recovered his mind. The heat from his palm was pouring on the short spear.

The short spear was slowly getting hot, red and glowing. Huigang looked up at the giant eagle that had already risen very high, slowly stretched out her legs and stole a horse.

The sound of exhaling, the short spear in his hand came out of his hand, and the arrow from the string was faster than that, as if it was a stream of light, it rushed straight into the giant eagle that was getting smaller and smaller in the sky.

Kate, standing on the head of the giant eagle, held the giant book in his hand. The page he flipped now carved a simplified eagle on the thin iron plate

The werewolf Kate's fingers kept stroking the replica pattern, and he could see the vague dry blood stains on it. The giant eagle kept rising, and it looked like a small dot from the monk's angle.

The dust on the ground had long dissipated, and the moon was extremely bright. Huigang threw out his hand. The light on the short spear became more and more fierce, and the range of illumination became larger and larger. But it seemed that the monk below was still constantly adding his own strength, and the breath and energy in his body accumulated on it.
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