The golden bell's air shield was spinning slowly, and there was a flexible force circulating around it, which completely released the palm force that cracked the monument and cracked the stone, blocking it together with the raised soil and dust.
It was not that Tieshan had never been enemies with warriors who used the Golden Bell Shield in the past. After all, this martial art was really bad, but he had never encountered such a special Golden Bell Shield.
Instead of being strong, he used softness to win, using softness to overcome hardness, and was extremely smooth. Tieshan's opening palm struck the golden bell aura, and it could only exert 60% of its power at most, and this 60% was not enough to break Shen Yi's defense.
The diamond-like figure stood within the golden bell aura, with his face less than one foot away from the palm prints, but this distance was as big as the sky to Tieshan.
"Amitabha."
Shen Yi clasped his hands together, looked at Tieshan, and asked with concern: "Donor, haven't you eaten?"
Otherwise, why would your palm be so weak?
He didn't say it explicitly, but he understood everything.
Tieshan's face suddenly turned red, and he felt that the humiliation he had suffered in his life was not as severe as it was at this moment. This was simply a great shame and humiliation!
He laughed in anger, and the internal energy rushed through the meridians of his hands, making a scraping sound together with the muscles and bones.
Those who practice strong martial arts are not weak in body, otherwise the first thing that strong force will overwhelm is their body. As a disciple of the deputy leader of the Dajiang Gang, Tieshan will naturally not fall short in this aspect as he has the true teachings of a famous teacher.
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He raised his palms, and the palm technique was strong, and there was a round and continuous momentum, as smooth and unobstructed as water, and the dense shadow of the palms was like a dark cloud covering the top, pouring into the golden bell.
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
The air mask kept ringing, spinning and swaying under the dense shadows of palms. Shen Yi stood in it, clasped his hands together, and looked at the shadows of the palms motionlessly.
He used the "Bing" formula to control his energy and shape the golden bell's air shield, which made the already weak defense even thicker, making it as unshakable as a real big bell. To outsiders, it looked really impressive.
, solemn and majestic.
In Shen Yi's opinion, this big bell has two manifestations.
If the special effects are turned on, it will naturally be like a diamond coming into the world, with a majestic appearance. However, if the special effects of the illusion are turned off, it will be like ghosts crying and gods howling, and the thick bell rising from hell, with a faint and confused feeling.
The remaining souls were flying around the big clock one after another, exuding a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.
With the collision between the air mask and the palm power, the wisps of residual soul resentment also came into contact with Tieshan's palms, and the traces of evil influence Tieshan's mind without leaving a trace.
Even if Shen Yi takes the initiative to curb his evil abilities, slight effects will still occur quietly.
The more Tieshan attacked, the angrier he became. There was a vague sound echoing in his ears, and his eyes opened angrily, with streaks of blood appearing. The monk in his eyes looked so hateful.
【Strength!】
He seemed to hear the monk shouting.
【Strength!】
【Hard work! You haven’t eaten, right?】
"Ahhh!"
Tieshan attacked like crazy, sparing no force in every move, and only used all his strength to strike out with both palms.
The palm force broke through the air, making endless explosions, and the surrounding area was also carried by the wind of the palm, kicking up dust.
Ten palms, fifty palms, a hundred palms!
From the violent storm to the silence of the drums, the beating caused tingling pain in the meridians, and both palms were recoiled by the force and bled, but the golden bell aura was still intact.
"Dang~"
The last long bell stopped, Shen Yi clasped his hands together, and the golden bell aura outside his body was already stained with bloody palm prints.
"Amitabha, donor, it seems that the young monk has won."
He calmly stopped the air mask and said slowly.
I have to admire the power of Bing Zi Jue. Shen Yi used Bing Zi Jue to shape the air shield and trap the inner Qi in a bell shape to prevent leakage. Even after enduring this series of strong attacks, the inner Qi was not lost.
How many.
If it were under the bright moon, Shen Yi could even replenish his inner energy at any time to maintain the golden bell's energy shield.
His calm posture caused the exhausted Tieshan Qi and blood to attack his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing the Qi mask bright red.
"You...Vajra Monk Wuwu!" Tieshan shouted angrily, "You and I are at odds with each other!"
'Another one is crazy. It seems that we can't fight with others for too long in the future. If we can fight quickly, we can fight quickly.'
When Shen Yi saw him like this, he knew that this guy was so stimulated that he had lost his mind. He sighed in his heart that this year's ranking list was not good. The 100th place couldn't even stand the stimulation.
You know, Wu Ai was able to fight fiercely with Shen Yi's Xie Ran ability in full swing, and he didn't completely lose his mind in the end.
This number one hundred does not live up to its name, so it is better to be without anger.
"Donor, if you don't call me by this nickname, the monk might still show mercy."
Shen Yi twisted his neck and made a crisp sound, "But you don't know what's interesting."
The golden bell air mask was suddenly removed, and the blood stains on it fell from mid-air. Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed, and a sound like cracking silk came, as if even the air was torn in half.
The fragrant elephant crosses the river!
This Qinggong was used to explode in a short distance, and an explosive reaction force immediately appeared under his feet. The strong wind tore open the fallen blood, allowing Shen Yi to pass through it, and delivered a light punch to Tieshan's chest.
"Peng!"
In the muffled sound, the softness in the fist exploded, and the burly figure flew away like a rag, hitting the young master Shangguan Ming, and the two fell into a bunch of gourds rolling on the ground.
"Master!"
"Iron Master!"
The team doing the dirty work was in a mess, and there seemed to be a fierce murderous intention rising among them, but under the empty glances from behind, the murderous intention quietly subsided.
Young people just fight back and are too lazy to take care of it. At most, they can teach their nephew a lesson, but if the older generation takes action, he will not ignore it.
The monk in white was sitting on the back of the tiger with a smile on his face. He was such a great eminent monk with his calm demeanor. If he hadn't been traveling with him in the past few days and got acquainted with him, Wu Yin would have been frightened.
"Hmph, they are a bunch of cowardless bandits. If they dare to take action, I will look down upon them, monk."
He could sense the emptiness of other people's emotions toward him and curled his lips in disdain.
"Then we'll beat them up, right?" The big tiger under him also curled his lips and said.
"You are the only one who talks a lot."
Kong Kong punched Senior Brother Hu on the head and said, "Senior nephew, let's go. Let's go into the city. Let's find a place to wash up."
He called Shen Yi and asked him to come over, and then the group walked into the city in a swagger and walked through the middle of the funeral procession.
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[On the second day of September, Vajra Monk Wuwu fought against Tieshan, the Kaishan Zhang, outside Yanggu County. Tieshan attacked with more than a hundred moves, but was unable to break Wuwu's golden bell, and was knocked down with one punch. 】
On the city wall, a figure dressed as a scribe watched the whole scene and quickly wrote a line of words on the book in his hand.