Those lamas lived on a plateau with a harsh climate and ate beef and mutton as their staple food. They had very good physiques. Moreover, they practiced Tantric Kung Fu in temples. They were all very skilled and fierce in close combat, which was why they defeated Huamen in the last time.
Feat.This time
Suffering an ambush, the hunting arrows approached like a violent storm, leaving them with no place to use them. They could only wave the iron rods in their hands to provoke. However, the arrow rain was too dense and difficult to guard against. Many lamas were hit by arrows and fell screaming.
Go down.
The psychic king's face changed drastically, and he cursed: "Oh no, I've been ambushed." Panicked, he stretched out his hand to pull Koga Junmi, hid behind the car, and swung the heavy black iron beads in his hand to deflect the incoming shot.
Hunting arrows fly.
Koga Junmi complained: "It's your fault. Just because you know how to kill others, I have already warned you that this terrain is suitable for an ambush. You don't believe it. Now that it's good, why don't the whole army be wiped out?"
There was a displeased look on the face of the psychic king, and he thought, can you blame me? Under the circumstances, any man just kept fucking hard and was not in the mood to care about anything else. He hurriedly said: "It's okay, no.
Am I still here? Don't worry, we will definitely be able to break out." He looked at Ximen Lang at the high hill and gritted his teeth and said, "This little bastard is still alive. Yes, I will capture him as a shield.
We can leave safely."
Koga Junmei nodded and said: "This is the only method that is feasible at the moment. Your kung fu is much higher than his, so you should be able to capture him without any problem. Come on..."
The psychic mage said proudly: "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to subdue him. Baby, just wait for me here. I'll be back as soon as I go."
"Well, you go ahead."
Suddenly, the psychic Dharma King flew up and flew straight in the direction of Ximen Lang.
Many members of the Huamen discovered the target in the air and raised their crossbows to aim at him. Hundreds of hunting arrows roared towards him.
The psychic Dharma King has outstanding martial arts skills and is very bold. He didn't take it seriously at all. He waved the black iron beads in his hand and swept away many hunting arrows, like a red vulture flying in the air.
Hundreds of hunting arrows were actually unable to do anything to him. Everyone was surprised and secretly sighed in their hearts, this lama must be too powerful!
Hong Jiao looked at the red lama in the sky and asked in surprise: "Xiao Lang, who is he?"
Ximen Lang showed a look of great hatred on his face and said: "Back to Master, his name is the psychic Dharma King. He was the one who severely injured me. He also said that he would twist Master's head off and use it as a ball to kick, Master.
Let’s go, more than a thousand people take turns playing..."
Hong Jiao's face turned pale with anger and she cursed: "This bastard, your master will deal with him later."
The green-robed ancestor heard that this lama who came over was a bastard who wanted to steal his wife. His ugly face turned the color of pig liver, his muscles twitched violently, and his big copper-bell eyes widened, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
Staring at each other, with burning anger in his heart, he secretly held back a breath of bad breath.
The figure of the psychic king kept flashing, like jumping red clouds, which dazzled everyone. In an instant, he actually flew in front of Ximen Lang and others, and without saying a word, he struck with a palm.
The red palm seemed to be made of pig iron, as if it had just been pulled out of the stove. It was emitting heat, causing the surrounding temperature to rise a bit, which was extremely strange.
When the green-robed ancestor saw the lama attacking his disciple, he snorted coldly and suddenly sprang out from the diagonal stab. His only big hand was clenched into a fist to meet him. In the middle of the fist, it also turned red, which made people feel uncomfortable.
The disgusting bloody smell spread out from between the fingers.
"Peng!"
The fists and palms met, and a loud noise came, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the strong wind stirred up, causing the faces of Ximen Lang and others who were watching the battle to be scratched raw, and they involuntarily took a few steps back.
After one move, the psychic king took three steps back, feeling his arms sore and numb, with a look of surprise on his face. He stared at the ugly face of the tall one-armed monk opposite, and asked in a voice: "Who are you?
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After the fierce confrontation with the psychic king, the green-robed ancestor was also knocked back two steps. There was a strange expression on his face. He was also surprised by the strength of the other party's internal power. He felt the burning sensation coming from his fists and thought to himself,
This lama's Mahamudra Kung Fu has reached its peak. No wonder Xiaolang is no match for him. If I hadn't practiced this Blood Desire Demon Kung Fu, I probably wouldn't have been able to resist.
Among the powerful people in the world, the green-robed ancestor is already one of the top figures. The only defeat in his life was when he was subdued by Zhang Xiaofeng after losing his left arm. If he hadn't lost one of his arms due to the opponent's clever trick, then
I can’t tell what the result will be. The communication on the other side
The King of Spiritual Law is really the second most powerful enemy he has ever encountered in his life, so he dare not underestimate him. At the same time, there is also a hint of excitement on his face. It has been many years since he met a truly strong person, and he cannot fight with all his strength.
Now that I finally met one, I really got what I wanted.
The green-robed ancestor clenched his right fist, and a red mist floated out from between his fingers, and the fishy smell suddenly became stronger.
The expression of the psychic king changed again, and he said in a deep voice: "Could it be that... you are practicing the Blood Demonic Art?" He, who was well-informed, had already seen the clues, and was extremely shocked.
The green-robed ancestor stood there like an iron tower. After the punch just now, the original evil domineering power in his body was undoubtedly revealed. The combination of the shiny bald head, ugly appearance, and tall body, coupled with this momentum
, he seems fierce
The god-like figure makes people feel frightened. He showed a ferocious smile on his face and said angrily: "You bald donkey knows your stuff. Yes, I am practicing the Blood Demon Kung Fu. I am Huamen Ximenlang's master, Lu.
Patriarch Pao is also..."
When the psychic Dharma King heard that the fierce monk personally admitted that he was practicing the Bloody Demonic Art, he felt awe-inspiring in his heart. Damn it, this one-armed monk is really an evil master. You must know that to practice the Bloody Demonic Art, you must suck the blood of living people every day.
Only blood can protect the heart and prevent people from going crazy. If he cultivated to his level, he would probably have to pile up mountains of corpses. It would be too scary!
However, the psychic Dharma King has always been conceited and did not show any fear. He gritted his teeth and said: "Well, I will teach you the Bloody Demonic Technique using the Tantric Magical Technique..."
"Excellent, look at the fist!" The green-robed ancestor rushed over, raised his fist as big as an iron hammer, and struck it fiercely. He also used the Storm God Fist, but because his skill was stronger than that of Ximen Lang,
It is much more profound, and the power of this fist is far beyond the reach of his disciples.
The iron fist came with a fishy smell, and the psychic king hurriedly stretched out his arm to catch it. As the other arm swung, the black iron Buddha beads made a sound in the wind and struck back. For a moment, the two bald heads fought fiercely...