Monk Wujian shouted angrily: "The Finger of the Thousand Tribulations."
I saw an index finger that suddenly became as big as a planet, carrying the power of a vast world, or a planet, and pressed hard towards Xin Xiaoqi in the formation.
Xin Xiaoqi, however, rushed towards Monk Wujian regardless of the situation.
With a sound of "Boom", Monk Wujian's Thousand Calamity Fingers firmly came into contact with Xin Xiaoqi's body. On top of Xin Xiaoqi's body, a golden cauldron was looming, and a faint purple air was lingering around his body.
.
But even so, the invisible monk's Great Thousand Calamity Fingers directly pressed Xin Xiaoqi to the spot, unable to move.
sunken into the earth.
Seeing this, Monk Wujian chuckled, walked up to Xin Xiaoqi and said, "Tsk, tsk, your body is really good, its strength is several thousand kilograms, and you can actually resist my Great Thousand Tribulations Finger with the strength of your own body.
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Xin Xiaoqi looked at the approaching monk Wujian, and an idea came to his mind. He slowly relaxed the strength of his hands, and slowly relaxed.
"Pfft." Before Monk Wujian came closer, Xin Xiaoqi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Xiaoqi..." Dian Huihui and others shouted in horror.
"Junior brother." When Qing Lingyun saw this, he was so angry that his fair face like a peach turned red, and he shouted: "You are so shameless."
I saw Qing Lingyunhao flipping his wrist and clenching his hand, and dozens of talismans floated out. The dozens of talismans burned and floated high into the sky.
When these talismans came into contact, the light screen of the Sanskrit Sound Formation suddenly made a "rumbling" sound.
The forty or fifty Sanskrit monks who were setting up the formation suddenly vomited blood and were obviously seriously injured.
Seeing this, Monk Wujian roared angrily and punched Qing Lingyun, flying high into the sky. Qing Lingyun in mid-air made a "wow" sound and blood spurted out.
"Senior sister." Xin Xiaoqi shouted bitterly.
But with this movement, more blood spilled out of his mouth.
On the high boulder, Wuyou was afraid of causing trouble, so he shouted softly: "Junior brother, just kill Xin Xiaoqi, and don't worry about the rest! Without further delay, take action quickly to avoid a long night and many dreams."
"Yes, Senior Brother." Monk Wujian smiled ferociously and walked quickly towards Xin Xiaoqi. He saw that Xin Xiaoqi was struggling feebly under the Finger of the Thousand Tribulations, but his eyes were looking at him with hatred.
When monk Wujian came to Xin Xiaoqi's side, Wujian's right hand, glowing with the power of a faint Buddha's light, slapped Xin Xiaoqi's Tianling Cap.
Suddenly, Xin Xiaoqi held up the index finger of the Great Thousand Calamity Finger with one hand, and with lightning speed, he inserted the gray sword into Wu Jian's chest with his right hand.
This sudden change immediately shocked everyone present and stunned them.
Monk Wujian held the gray sword in both hands and said "hehehehe" without saying a word. He looked at Xin Xiaoqi unwillingly.
Xin Xiaoqi said harshly: "You dare to hit my senior sister, if you don't die, who will?"
At this time, dozens of Sanskrit monks came to their senses and shouted sadly: "Brother Wujian."
"Xiao Qi killed well." Qing Lingyun shouted.
"Xin Xiaoqi." Monk Wuyou shouted angrily.
Xin Xiaoqi looked at the Great Thousand Calamity Finger that disappeared in the sky. Xin Xiaoqi understood in his heart that there was an irresolvable hatred between him and Fanyin. He could not hope that no monk could reconcile with him.
Suddenly, he remembered what Qing Ge said before, that Wuyou has an invincible heart. Then his heart skipped a beat and he shouted: "Wuyou, do you dare to have a fair fight?"
Monk Wuyou snorted coldly, and his body rose up. Behind the tall and tall figure, Buddha lights burst out, and a golden Buddha statue ten feet high rose up from behind Monk Wuyou. Monk Wuyou suddenly glowed with golden light, like a star walking on the ground.
little sun.
Xin Xiaoqi didn't dare to neglect, and as soon as his mind moved, the golden and silver bright light armor instantly covered his body. The two met instantly, each raised his fist and hit the other hard.
There was a loud "boom", and Xin Xiaoqi's power, which he had not paid much attention to before, was finally exposed today. Even though it was a force of several thousand weights, it hit Monk Wuyou's Zhang Erjin hard.
"Dang" Wuyou's huge fist seemed to exceed the speed of sound, and without any deviation, it hit the armor in front of Xin Xiaoqi's chest hard.
Xin Xiaoqi "dong, dong, dong" took three steps back.
Without the light heel of the monk's shoes, he repeatedly clicked on the ground and took two steps back.
It seems that after all, Monk Wuyou's boxing skills are powerful, while Xin Xiaoqi's pure brute strength. Monk Wuyou exclaimed in admiration: "Your physical body is as good as my two-foot-long golden body. It seems to be slightly better."
Xin Xiaoqi roared: "Come again."
Monk Wuyou squinted his peach blossom eyes and said disdainfully: "I'm afraid you won't make it!"
I saw a faint purple energy emerging from Xin Xiaoqi's body. Beyond the purple energy, there was a vortex of yin and yang, and the power of the five elements was firmly attached to Xin Xiaoqi's fist.
Monk Wuyou was not aware of it for a moment, but he was blasted several feet away by Xin Xiaoqi, and a few wisps of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Incarnate body, five elements realm! What a good Xin Xiaoqi, come here, come here, I don't believe it, come again."
Monk Wuyou was seen stamping his shoes on the spot and rushing towards Xin Xiaoqi like a cannonball.
Xin Xiaoqi shouted loudly and raised his fist, but this time, the two-foot-long golden body behind Monk Wuyou shone so brightly that Xin Xiaoqi couldn't open his eyes. He saw Monk Wuyou, carrying the two-foot-long golden body.
The huge golden light accurately hit Xin Xiaoqi's fist that carried the energy of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the power of the five elements.
"Dong, dong, dong." I don't know how many punches the two of them exchanged in that dazzling light, but they finally separated.
Xin Xiaoqi's upper body was swollen, looking at Wuyou, gasping for air, and blood foam kept spurting out.
Monk Wuyou also felt uncomfortable. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he said intermittently: "Xin Xiaoqi, I admire you a little. You are the best among the younger generation in the Shangxiao sect in this physical body."
Xin Xiaoqi looked at the two-foot-long golden body of Monk Wuyou and murmured: "It is indeed the famous golden body of two-foot-long gold, it is so hard, but I want to see whether it is your golden body that is two feet long, or mine.
Oh, the flesh is hard, let’s get weapons and fight again.”
"Comparing the physical body with a disciple of Fanyin is rare in a hundred years. In this case, come here, I also want to see if your physical body can compare with my two-foot-long golden body." Monk Wuyou's face was full of confidence.
Authentic. At first, the words about long nights and many dreams had long been forgotten in the back of my mind.
"Amitabha." Wuyou shouted the Buddha's name and took out a golden Zen staff.
"Come on, come on." Xin Xiaoqi waved the gray sword in his hand.
Dian Huihui and Mi Yue on the side looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to say: "It seems that Xin Xiaoqi's sword is unstoppable and indestructible."
"One strike determines victory or defeat." Xin Xiaoqi shouted.
"Come on." Monk Wuyou waved his Zen staff and shouted to Xin Xiaoqi.
"Dang" a crisp metallic sound resounded through the sky, and no monk could be seen. The golden Zen staff hit Xin Xiaoqi's Mingguang Armor hard, but the Mingguang Armor was made of Jin Lingshi.
, the hardness of this golden spirit stone is such that it would take six mountains to melt it. It cannot be broken if it exists from nothing.