The black-faced monk was not as fast as the Yagyu God of Killing, so he stood still and unleashed a set of Vajra Fists. The winds of the fists surged out in all directions like a Category 12 typhoon, nearby.
The trees were constantly overturned and fell by strong winds, and their power was unparalleled.
Relying on the skill of listening to the wind to identify the position, the black-faced monk's pair of iron fists shimmering with golden light repeatedly collided with the heavy sword light coming from all directions with great speed. Even if he was occasionally hit by the sword light, the body would only be shaken at most.
The black-faced monk is like a brave Iron Vajra, standing tall and defiant in the center of the storm. His iron fists wave like mountains, powerful as thunder. When he moves, sand and rocks fly. His eyes are shining, as powerful as gods.
It is so fierce that it has no waves, and it is so fierce that one can only look up at it.
The God of Death Yagyu is strong and fast, as fast as lightning. He can only see a shadow transforming into afterimages, circling around the black-faced monk. The long knife in his hand is swung frequently at an astonishingly high frequency. One after another, the knife
The knife was like a thunderbolt, cracking open monuments and cracking stones, tearing the air abruptly, arousing bursts of ghostly cries and howls, and teeth-piercing screams.
Dull and ear-splitting explosions sounded frequently, which was the sound produced when the two people's energy exchanged and collided. The two inhuman monsters were fighting, and all the trees within a radius of ten feet were broken and broken, and finally burst into pieces.
powdered to gray
The grassland is covered with deep pits, and knife marks spread vertically and horizontally from the place where the battle took place.
The black-faced monk was extremely excited. Although most of the punches and kicks he attacked were blocked, the master was lonely. With his current strength, it was considered a blessing to be able to find a master who could fight with him.
The shadows of his fists were like mountains of empty air, and the shadows of his legs were like fire and thunder, and they were crushed. The Yagyu Killer in the center of the violent storm was like a ghost, moving through the unparalleled energy. He seemed to be able to do it with ease, but
Who knows that he is secretly complaining in his heart right now?
The powerful pressure from the black-faced monk was like an insurmountable cloud peak, constantly pressing towards him. Although most of the opponent's attacks were dodged by him, the black-faced monk's fists and kicks were so violent that it was unimaginable.
Every time it collided with his sword energy, it shocked his internal organs and made him feel as if the river was turning upside down.
The golden bell shield is extremely powerful and indestructible. This monk is already invincible. Unless he can split the shield door with one knife, he will be defeated sooner or later.
Yagyu Killing God could only hold on and resist with all his strength. The pressure around him continued to increase. He felt that the whole sky was collapsing, pressing heavily on him, and he felt as if he had experienced thousands of times.
Thousands of years of thunder and wind, the indescribable and terrible pain is still going on, and I don’t know when it will end.
Just when he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore, he suddenly felt the pressure around him lighten up, as if he had walked away from the terrifying Nine Nether Hells and suddenly came to the beautiful world. The whole sky, the stars, the bright moon, the mountains and the rivers were once again
Appearing in his eyes, he felt the preciousness of life and the new beauty.
The God of Death Yagyu is also a human being. At the moment of life and death, people have thousands of expressions and thoughts, but when the crisis is over, there is only one thought left in anyone's mind: escape from death!
Just when the Yagyu Killing God secretly breathed a long sigh of relief, his fast-moving body suddenly tightened, and an unparalleled suction force suddenly emerged in the void, pulling straight towards the black-faced monk.
The body of the Yagyu Killing God was suddenly stunned. The black-faced monk's right hand was pointed at the Yagyu Killing God Ling Kong with five fingers, and then he clenched it into an empty fist and struck out with a palm.
If there was a master who was familiar with Shaolin's unique skills at this time, he would have exclaimed in surprise, because the black-faced monk used an amazing palm technique, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the "Xumi Mountain Palm"
This kind of palm power is extremely difficult to practice. Even if you can master it, every time you use the palm, you still need the luck of riding a horse. The reason why this kind of palm power is extremely difficult to practice is because this kind of palm power has both positive and negative aspects.
Powerful, extremely difficult to control
The black-faced monk grabbed the void with his five fingers. It seemed casual, but in fact, a huge suction force was generated to cover the Yagyu God of Death.
When the black-faced monk clenched his five fingers into an empty fist and struck out with one palm, the suction force turned into momentum, and the immense palm power surged forward like a flash flood.
But it turned out that the black-faced monk rarely encountered an "evenly matched" opponent. He was so excited that he couldn't help but use all his power, and even used the newly trained "Sumi Mountain Palm"
Since the opponent was an opponent with super strong defense, it could be said that he could not kill the Black Iron Tower even if he stood and asked Yagyu to kill the God of Ren, so he had long wanted to retreat.
However, at this time, it was no longer possible for the Yagyu Killer God to escape unscathed. The black-faced monk fired out the "Sumi Mountain Palm" with all his strength. The violent palm force was like the waves of the sea, turbulent and surging, seemingly endless, rushing towards him, avoiding him.
There is no way around it!
Yagyu Killer's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, his chest was rising and falling violently, his nose was expanding and shrinking, and he was breathing rapidly.
"The God of Fury slashes the sky!" The God of Death Yagyu felt the aura of death approaching him quickly. Instinctively, he struck out his most powerful sword. This sword condensed the essence of his lifelong swordsmanship and was so powerful that it was unimaginable.
The killing god Yagyu instantly turned into a meteor falling from the sky. The cold sword light struck the black-faced monk head-on with lightning force. The sword went out without mercy, and the sword returned without leaving any life behind. The killing blow turned the sword into shape.
The thunderbolt struck, thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning split the void.
Both of them were locked by each other's mental aura, and it was inevitable to avoid each other's attacks with palms and knives. There was no other way but to fight head-on.
Almost in a flash of light and shadow, the golden aura and thunderbolt lightning collided fiercely, "Bang!" A hurricane-like shock wave centered on the two people, rolling up the wood chips and weeds on the ground, violently.
swept away in all directions
The disguise on Yagyu's murderous god's face was instantly shattered by the unparalleled power, revealing his true face, a "scarred man" in his forties or fifties.
The hurricane rushed more than ten feet away before it stopped its momentum. Wherever it passed, anything tangible was ruthlessly destroyed and torn into pieces. With this shock wave, a large area of land was cleared around the two of them.
clean area
"Huh——!" The bodies of the black-faced monk and the Yagyu God of Killing were like cannonballs. They were knocked away and flew dozens of meters away. Finally, with a "boom!", they crashed into the woods on both sides of the trail.
For a moment, branches and leaves were flying, and the place where it was hit was a mess.
Lying in the woods, the black-faced monk spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof!" Although the black-faced monk was wearing the most powerful golden bell in the world, and his whole body was invulnerable and invulnerable to water and fire, such a violent impact
, it still hurt him
The two powerful men clashed with each other with all their strength. Their extremely fast speed and powerful force exploded with terrifying lethality in an instant. Even the golden bell could not withstand it!
After taking a few quick breaths to calm down the boiling blood in his chest, the black-faced monk reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from a pile of broken branches and leaves, and his dark face was filled with tears.
blushed
Immediately, the black-faced monk started running, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the entire forest. Wherever he passed, all the trees were directly broken by his strong body like an iron tower. He wanted to kill the Yagyu God of Death.
Monks also have murderous intentions. For island country demons like Yagyu God of Killing, killing them is also a great merit.
"Roar! Damn you guy!" A deafening roar came from the woods. The black-faced monk rushed to the place where the Yagyu Killing God fell. He saw only broken branches and broken wood on the ground, but the Yagyu Killing God had disappeared.
The broken leaves and branches were splattered with splotches of blood.
After the black-faced monk was irritable for a while, he calmed down. When the black-faced monk was about to turn around and walk out of the woods, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he shouted loudly: "Who is this sneaky? Get out of here, Lord Buddha!"
The sound was like a loud bell and like a thunderbolt, but a white figure jumped up from a big tree four feet away, running towards the black-faced monk on the treetops like clouds and flowing water.
The clothes were ripped open, and the visitor arrived in front of the black-faced monk in the blink of an eye. Such a handsome Qinggong
But the person who came was a man wearing white clothes and holding a long sword. This man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was slender and about thirty years old. He was quite chivalrous.
"Wudang Lingxiao has met Uncle Iron Master!" The man bowed to the black-faced monk in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"Are you the direct grandson of Ling Juechen, the God of Heavenly Sword Killing, the one who was sent to Wudang since he was a child?" The black-faced monk looked up and down at the man in front of him in surprise.