Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Nine The Fighting Techniques of Jinguang Temple (Continued)
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Jinlong opened his mouth and roared.
Qingyue's dragon roar soared into the sky, directly canceling out Xu Rui's soul-stirring voice.
Seeing his surprised look, Liao Yin not only felt proud.
"If I had known that you were proficient in the secret method of the soul path, how could I not have been more careful as a poor monk? Let me give you a taste of the power of one of the three most powerful magical powers of our Jinguang Temple, 'Celestial Dragon Zen Singing'."
The golden dragon behind Liaoyin once again solidified a bit.
"Ouch!"
The clear and joyful dragon roar surged towards Xu Rui like an angry wave.
"Tianlong Zen Sing? Humph."
Xu Rui's heart moved, and a white tiger tattoo appeared on his back.
Before coming here, he brought Kunlun's blood pattern puppet talisman over, just in case.
I didn't expect that this would come in handy.
"Roar!"
The domineering tiger roared directly at him with overwhelming domineering power.
One dragon and one tiger, competing against each other.
Although it was just a sound, the dull drum-like collision sounded as if two giant beasts were really fighting.
However, Xu Rui's 'White Tiger Roaring Filial Piety' is a magical power that consumes less mana and is more powerful than Yin's 'Tianlong Zen Sing'. After a few collisions, Liao Yin quickly fell into a disadvantage and was hit by Tiger Roar. of shattering.
Liao Yin's expression changed, he violently waved the demon-subduing vajra to disperse the sound, and said sternly at the same time.
"You two fellow Taoists, please don't hesitate any longer, otherwise you and I will die in this arena today."
Hearing what he said, a trace of determination flashed across Lu Xiong's face.
A lengthy curse rang out from his mouth.
The rich earthy charm spreads all over the body.
"Wutu Vajra Body."
A loud shout.
Wow.
The surrounding soil was like rolling waves, rushing toward him quickly.
In just a moment, he was included in it. When everything stopped, a rock giant more than two feet tall appeared in everyone's eyes.
Seeing this, Liao Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
This is Lu Xiong's unique skill to press the bottom of the box.
Wutu Vajra Body, he was the only one who understood the eighth-level Taoism.
"ah!"
A dull roar exploded from the mouth of the rock giant.
Looking at Xu Rui, he rushed forward with big steps.
With such a heavy body, every footfall was like a small earthquake.
The charge is really impressive.
Xu Rui saw it and smiled faintly.
"Interesting, I can do it too."
Feng Sanlang, who was sitting in his stomach, shone brightly.
Boom.
The soil under Xu Rui's feet seemed like gushing spring water rushing up into the sky.
Soon, a three-foot-tall earth-yellow rock giant with spiritual patterns carved on its surface appeared at Xu Rui's feet.
The appearance of two behemoths once again shocked the attention of everyone around them.
Looking at the original Lu Xiong, Xu Rui's heart moved.
The spirit of the earth beneath his feet punched out.
It was like a giant cannon roaring and the void shaking.
Boom.
The two fists collided, and Lu Xiong's Wutu Vajra body was knocked four to five feet away. He fell to the ground in a panic, rolled out of the ring, and flattened a reed shed.
Xu Rui activated the spirit of the earth, and his huge body rushed forward violently.
"not good."
Liao Yin's expression changed, and he activated the Demon-Conquering Vajra without any reservation. It suddenly transformed into a four-foot-long Demon-Conquering Vajra, and smashed down like a collapsed pillar, with astonishing power.
If Xu Rui is allowed to kill Lu Xiong, their weakened strength will not end well.
Gongsun Xun also understood the same truth. He gritted his teeth, held the sword in both hands, and suddenly flew into the air. The body and sword merged into one, turning into a three-foot-long sword light that reached the sky. With an astonishing roar, it slashed straight at Xu Rui.
Seeing this, everyone knew that the three of them had fought tooth and nail.
Xu Rui looked solemn.
Looking at the demon-conquering vajra flying towards him, he violently waved the thunder mace in his palm.
The mighty thunder exploded, and he roared forward with a more fierce attitude.
At the same time, he gave Gongsun Xun a flat push with his left palm.
The white tiger holds the palm of the sky.
Accompanied by the earth-shattering tiger roar.
A four-foot-long giant palm slammed towards Jianmang.
At the same time, he controls the spirit of the earth to punch out.
Boom!
Card!
The shocking collision was like dozens of tons of explosives exploding.
The deafening sound resounded throughout the mountains.
Above the arena, the torn air turned into a lingering mist.
The arena that was originally a complete piece and reinforced by Dharma has been completely shattered.
The sword marks and palm prints all tell the story of the brutal fighting.
After everyone tried their best to calm down and looked towards the field, they immediately showed shocked expressions.
Lu Xiong's Wutu Vajra body has been completely shattered, and he is lying in a pile of earth and rocks, with blood spurting from his mouth and nose, his eyes closed tightly, and he does not know whether he is dead or alive.
Gongsun Xun's clothes were in tatters, and he was lying on his back in a palm print that was three feet wide and eight feet deep. His face was like gold paper, and his breath was like a gossamer.
Because the monk's condition was slightly better, he reluctantly sat on the ground instead of lying down, but his skin was torn all over, his chest was covered in blood and flesh, and he was almost penetrated by lightning.
Looking at Xu Rui again, he was still standing firmly on the three-foot rock giant. Although there was a slight sweat on his forehead and his clothes were a little messy, it was not a serious problem.
Compare the two and make a judgment.
hiss…!
Countless people took a breath of cold air.
They never expected that ‘Qinglin Valley Master’ Xu Zhengyang’s strength was so profound!
The prestigious Jinguang Temple hosted Master Yin, the 'Purple Faced King' Lu Xiong and the 'Lord of the Fire Cloud Island' Gongsun Xun, and they were severely defeated.
It’s incredibly strong!
Xu Rui took a deep breath and exploded in an instant. He also consumed a lot of mana.
If he hadn't become increasingly diligent in his cultivation, most of his thirty-six-foot dantian would be filled up, and his mana would be twice that of an ordinary person, but he wouldn't be able to withstand such consumption.
He looked at Yin coldly.
"No matter how many treacherous and deceitful you are, you will still be killed by me today."
"Amitabha, today this poor monk died for the righteous path, and he died without regrets." Liu Yin put his hands together and his eyes were shining.
"Hmph, if you let your tongue bloom like a lotus flower, you will not escape death today."
Xu Ruigang was about to take action.
"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist Xu."
A bolt of red lightning flew over.
Xu Rui activated the spirit of the earth and broke it with one punch.
When I looked again, there were already two more people in the field.
One is a fat tutu holding a shovel; the other is an old monk wearing gray robes and holding a rosary.
"It's the 'Tiexin Toutuo' and 'Golden Arhat' from Kuzhu Island in the East China Sea. I didn't expect them to come too."
“Now there’s something good to watch.”…
Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, and Liao Yin also breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, he put on a show just now, and as expected, someone intervened.
Looking at Xu Rui not far away, there was a hint of pride on his face, and he thought to himself: "Even if you are strong, you are still just an ant in the face of the mighty situation, being played around by a poor monk."
"Amitabha, I have met Daoist Fellow Xu."
The old monk in gray clothes raised his palm and whispered the Buddha's name.
Xu Rui looked cold, "Do you want to plead for them?"
"There is a saying in Tao that 'it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies'. I am willing to be a middleman to resolve the misunderstandings between several Taoist friends."
"Hahaha…!"
Xu Rui laughed, full of sarcasm.
"Misunderstanding? One of them thinks I killed his wife, the other wants to avenge his friend, and the last one wants to kill Duobao. How much do you think you can solve this so-called 'misunderstanding'?"
The gray-clothed old monk's eyelids twitched and he was about to continue when he was interrupted by Xu Rui.
"And when they were fighting with me just now, you didn't come out to complain about the misunderstanding. Now that I've won and I'm about to kill them, you show up."
"If I give up, who do you think you are?"
"Get out, or I'll kill you too."
The old monk in gray clothes was trembling with anger.
"Ami...that Buddha is indeed a demon, incomprehensible, simply unreasonable."
"Brother, what are you talking about with him? Let's go up and see how much power he still has to speak arrogantly." Toutuo said angrily.
The two were just about to make a move.
"etc."
Xu Rui said.
"Devil, it's too late for you to beg for mercy." Tie Xin Toutuo said coldly.
"Begging for mercy?" Xu Rui smiled coldly, his eyes like lightning, sweeping over the people around the ring.
"Anyone else who wants to explain the misunderstanding or wants to kill me, the evil devil, please come forward."
"Amitabha, I, the Jinguang Temple, will do my best to eliminate demons."
An old monk wearing cassocks jumped onto the ring. Although his cultivation was not as good as Yin's, he was still in the late stage of foundation building. With him taking the lead, a group of monks from Jinguang Temple ran up.
"Master Liao Kong is right. When it comes to slaying demons, I will do my duty in the right way."
With the noise, more and more monks came running up, and soon the arena was filled.
Although they were afraid of Xu Rui, there was strength in numbers, and hundreds of them gathered here, so they were not afraid anymore.
Even the gray-robed old monk and Tutu became arrogant.
"Xu Zhengyang, you can just pay for your own money today. Otherwise, you, the devil, will die without a burial place." Tie Xin Toutuo, holding a handy shovel, said unruly.
A group of people around him echoed.
"idiot."
Xu Rui was too lazy to pay attention to him and said loudly.
"Is anyone coming up again?"
Several people who were about to make a move were quickly stopped by their companions.
"Brother, why are you stopping me?"
Several young people were dissatisfied, and they wanted to get involved. After success, they could brag to others and kill Xu Zhengyang, the 'Master of Qinglin Valley' who was well-known in the spiritual world.
At that time, no matter where you go, people will look at you.
"Idiot, don't you think this is something we can participate in?"
"So many of us are afraid of him, Xu Zhengyang?" the young people said indifferently.
"Others are not afraid, we are afraid. You have all seen the fight just now, but the power of the aftermath is so amazing. If we encounter, we will either die or be injured. In addition, you don't look at Xu Zhengyang's face with so many people around.
Is there any fear at all?"
He glanced at Xu Zhengyang, who was standing calmly on top of the rock giant.
"He must be faking it."
The young man was a little dissatisfied.
"Don't worry about whether it's just pretending or not. Just be honest."