Chapter 189 Golden Bell Cover VS Island Country Kendo
The day begins in the morning. The red rising sun hangs high on the horizon like an egg yolk. It emits soft and non-glaring light to dispel the darkness and illuminate the earth. The water droplets on the grass tips are shining with crystal light.
This is a small county town that is 70 or 80 kilometers away from Shangjing. There are rooftops and streets and alleys. Maybe it is still early, so the small county town is still deserted.
White mist-like smoke was already rising from the bakery on the street. A white-haired old man holding a cane bent over and slowly walked out of the street.
The old man walked, trembling, swaying, stumbling, and swaying all the way. He was about to fall to the ground, but miraculously he stood up again.
When he walked to the bakery, the old man took out one yuan with trembling hands, then took two sorghum buns and continued to "shake" out of the town.
"This old man is very cool!" A little girl with two braids on the back of her head in front of the bakery looked at the old man walking away in confusion, tilted her head, thought for a while, and then smiled and hummed.
Xiaoqu turned around and walked into the store
After all, this small county town is located in a remote area, and the houses located here are also many years old. In addition, the walls are blackened and gray due to the greasy smoke from the small businesses on the street for many years, just like an old man dressed in rags.
Covered with dust, it looked tattered and dilapidated from beginning to end.
There is a forest in an inaccessible place near the county seat. There is a trail in the woods. An old man coming out of the town is walking on the trail.
The steamed bun in the old man's hand had disappeared. At this moment, a burly man suddenly strode up the path in front of the old man. He had a bald head, yellow clothes, gray cloth shoes, and white socks. The man was actually a monk. The monk was thirty or forty years old.
Outside, he has a dark face and is as tall and strong as an iron tower.
The black-faced monk took one step and the ground seemed to tremble. Good guy, Lu Zhishen, the flower monk in Water Margin, was nothing more than that!
In this refreshing morning, on a remote forest path, a white-haired old man met a monk as powerful as an iron tower. This gave off an inexplicable and weird feeling.
The old man and the monk passed each other. The monk was walking like a dragon and a tiger. The strong wind brought by the monk caused the clothes on the old man to stick to the old man's body.
The old man continued to walk forward tremblingly, but the great monk behind him suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at the old man's back with two sharp eyes like blades.
"Hmph! Dare you pretend to be a ghost in front of the Buddha?" The black-faced monk suddenly became furious. His big palm stretched out like lightning, his five fingers were bent like steel hooks, and he grabbed the old man's vest with one claw.
It was already the end of August, and autumn was approaching. The forest path was already covered with a thin layer of fallen leaves. The black-faced monk grabbed it with his claws, and a strong wind immediately stirred up the fallen leaves on the path to fly to both sides.
Experts will know if there is any as soon as they take action. The black-faced monk grabbed it with one claw, extremely sharp, and he actually used Shaolin's authentic powerful Vajra finger finger force.
Seeing that the black-faced monk's claw was about to catch the old man's vest, the old man suddenly rushed forward, and the crutch in his hand suddenly cracked, and saw a flash of cold light, a burst of sword energy, and a cold sword light.
Straight into the black-faced monk's sharp claws
The old man rushed, turned around, and drew the sword. His movements were smooth and smooth, all in one go. It was incredibly fast. This was simply not something an old man could do.
The black-faced monk ignored the sharp sword light, and the claws and knives collided together instantly, making a clanging sound, like metal hitting each other.
Vast energy fluctuations erupted from where the claws and knives struck, and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred up and flew out in all directions. The trees on both sides of the path shook violently, and their leaves flew.
The black-faced monk and the old man stepped back three feet at the same time.
"The Golden Bell Cover, one of the four great magical arts of Shaolin?" blunt Chinese, not an old voice. At this moment, the old man's back is no longer curved, his eyes are no longer cloudy, and he does not look old at all.
"Haha! Buddha was lucky enough to intercept a garbage man from an island country and ask, are you the Yagyu God of Killing or that ghost-eyed evil sword?" The black-faced man laughed and pointed at the old man.
"I'm very curious, how did you see through me? Is my disguise skill bad? I can't deceive you?" A heart-stopping death anger began to surge from the old man's body.
"It's because you pretended to be too similar, but you exposed your flaws." When the black-faced monk said this, he was already secretly channeling his inner strength, ready to attack at any time.
As soon as he finished speaking, a mountain-like aura surged out from the black-faced monk's body, making his iron tower-like figure even taller and more powerful like Optimus Prime, like a god overlooking the sky, which made people's hearts surge.
Got the urge to worship
The old man took a breath of cold air. The ancient martial arts cultivation of this black monk was unfathomable. It seemed to be no less than that of Chu Qinghou of the Dragon Group.
"Pretending to be too similar?" the old man said in surprise. He didn't understand what the black-faced monk meant by "too similar". He was confident that his disguise technique had reached the peak of confusing the real with the fake, even if he was innate.
It’s not easy to tell the difference between a peerless and powerful person like
"If an ordinary old man were to pass by each other, he would have been blown to the ground by the strong wind when I walked, but you did not change your expression and were calm and collected, hehe!"
"That's it!" The old man suddenly realized
"Don't salivate more than the tea, hit him!" Then, the black-faced monk's body made a fierce "crackling" sound like fried beans. His tall and strong body seemed to get bigger and taller, and the muscles all over his body also squirmed.
It swells up, bulges, and is about to burst out of the clothes
Finally, he roared suddenly, waved his hands, and the clothes on his upper body were torn to both sides, revealing the muscles of his upper body that were as sharp as hills, ravines, and water chestnuts, and as if they were made of copper poured iron.
An astonishing momentum burst out from his body, sweeping in all directions like a gust of wind.
A layer of golden Gang Qi condensed like a substance appeared outside the black-faced monk's body. He was truly an arrogant man! The black-faced monk was like a glaring Vajra, looking down at the sky, exuding an invincible aura that dominated the world.
The black-faced monk seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder. The entire strong body muscles and face were faintly reflected with a bright metallic luster under the light. Even his eyes were shining with a compelling light. This is gold.
The external manifestation of Bell Jar's cultivation reaching the highest level
Speaking of which, if you want to practice hard qigong such as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt to the highest level in your lifetime, you need considerable talent. Most people may not be able to master it in their lifetime. The black-faced monk is born with extraordinary talent.
He is extremely powerful, so he became a body made of copper skin and iron bones.
The old man in disguise, who didn't know whether he was the Yagyu God of Killing or the Ghost-Eyed Evil Sword, experienced the powerful power bursting out from the black-faced monk opposite, and the old man's eyes gradually became fiery.
The magical skill of Golden Bell Shield is truly an undefeated martial art in the world. When you practice it to the highest level, all the shields on your body will disappear. Your body will be like refined steel and invulnerable. It can be said that you are invincible.
"Bang!" The black-faced monk took a step forward, and even the ground shook as if it couldn't bear the powerful force. With this step, the black-faced monk had already crossed a distance of three feet and put a fist on his waist.
, another big iron fist burst out like a powerful spring, the fist wind was fierce, the energy surged into the mountains and rivers, and the violent wind touched the old man's face first.
The old man's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot. Then he appeared on the right side of the black-faced monk. However, he saw a flash of white light, and his unparalleled sword energy struck the black-faced monk's empty door as fast as lightning.
wide open ribs
The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard again. The sharp blade in the old man's hand could not break through the golden aura on the black-faced monk's body. He just chopped the black-faced monk and staggered a few steps to the left. With a sharp and fast knife, he could not break through the black-faced monk.
No harm was done to the black-faced monk
"Island Kendo, you are the God of Killing Yagyu." The black-faced monk's eyes shot out two golden lights, staring at the old man who had already avoided him, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.
The God of Killing Yagyu is a master of swordsmanship in the island country. His cultivation is so high that he is said to be infinitely close to the heaven-level experts in the island country. Such a master is hard to come by. No wonder the black-faced monk's eyes shined as if he had seen a priceless treasure.
The old man didn't say anything, but the black-faced monk couldn't wait to rush forward; the old man had super fast speed and a sharp sword; and the black-faced monk had super strong defense ability and super attack ability.
, the two of them met their opponents in chess, and they were going to meet good talents. As soon as they met, they fought in darkness, and the dust and sand flew.
The strong wind and sword energy that was wildly surging around the two people poured out in all directions, and there were constant vibrations on the ground.
Shaolin Golden Bell vs. Island Kendo, the battle was unprecedentedly fierce. It’s a pity that no one was able to watch the battle, but... was there really no one watching?