After saying that, Abbot Huihe threw the folding fan back casually.
Whoosh!
The folding fan turned back and made a sonic boom sound!
It was as fast as a bolt of lightning! It was heading straight towards Liu Meijun!
Liu Meijun was shocked! She was unable to dodge at all!
If the folding fan really fell on her, she would be seriously injured!
At this critical moment, Feng Lao stood in front of Liu Meijun and used his inner strength to hold up a protective shield!
There was a loud bang! The folding fan hit the protective shield hard, causing a lot of sparks from friction!
Feng Lao's expression also changed drastically. He could feel the internal energy in his body passing away rapidly!
The friction lasted for more than ten seconds, and then the folding fan lost strength and fell, while Feng Lao was gasping for air and sweating all over his head.
Just a casual blow from Abbot Huihe consumed a lot of internal energy in his body!
Fully half!
Abbot Huihe in front of me is really too strong!
It was so strong that even Feng Lao could only tremble.
And the thirty or so young monks who surrounded Feng Lao were not ordinary monks at all. They were all cultivators with a certain level of cultivation, and none of them had a level lower than that of a Martial God!
"Hahaha! Old guy, now you know how powerful I am, right?"
Abbot Huihe looked at Mr. Feng condescendingly with a arrogant look on his face.
And Feng Lao was also heartbroken at this time. He knew that he would definitely die today!
Immediately, Mr. Feng yelled: "Mr. Jiang! I will definitely die today! But before I die, I want to ask you something. Please take my daughter out! If possible, I want her to
Be your wife! Even a concubine!"
"Mr. Jiang! I'll hold him back! You take Meijun and run away!"
"Mr. Jiang! Today is all my fault. I brought you here! Run! Leave me alone!"
After explaining the funeral affairs, Mr. Feng roared and rushed directly towards Abbot Huihe!
Feng Lao, a super strong man at the seventh level of the Xuan Realm!
I saw Mr. Feng pull out a long knife from his storage bag, and slashed at Abbot Huihe's head with one blow!
Abbot Huihe, on the other hand, had a cold look on his face, stretched out his two fingers, and easily clamped the blade!
"Old man, you still want to delay time? Don't worry, none of you can escape today!"
After that, Abbot Huihe exerted a little force with his fingers, and there was a snap! The long knife was broken directly by him!
That is a spiritual weapon! It is not an ordinary long knife!
"Old guy! Give me a slap in the face!"
Abbot Huihe smiled ferociously and slapped Mr. Feng with one palm!
This palm is like the palm of the Tathagata, and Abbot Huihe's palm is glowing with gold!
This is the orthodox Buddhist palm technique! Abbot Huihe has been practicing palm technique every day in the temple for these years, and he has already become very good at it!
Feng Lao also hurriedly struck with a palm!
This palm also used all the strength of Feng Lao!
There was a loud bang! It was like a nuclear bomb exploding in your ears!
I saw Feng Lao's body falling down like a kite with its string broken, with a bang! It fell directly in front of Liu Meijun's eyes!
But Abbot Huihe was unscathed and still looked aloof!
After Feng Lao fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood and looked very embarrassed.
I saw that his chest was sunken in, looking very scary.
Abbot Huihe frowned: "Huh? You took my palm and you didn't die?"
Elder Feng also frowned. Abbot Huihe's palm just now was very powerful. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to survive under this palm.
Could it be...
Jiang He patted Mr. Feng on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Feng, you are no match for him, so let me do it."