After saying that, Hui and the abbot threw the folding fan back.
Whoosh!
The folding fan that was folded back actually made a sound like a sonic boom!
The speed is as fast as a bolt of lightning! It is heading towards Liu Meijun!
Liu Meijun was shocked! She was powerless to dodge!
If the folding fan really falls on her, she will definitely be seriously injured!
At this critical moment, Mr. Feng blocked Liu Meijun and used his internal strength to support a protective shield!
There was a loud bang! The folding fan hit the protective shield hard, rubbing a lot of sparks!
Mr. Feng's expression also changed drastically. He could feel the internal force in his body passing by quickly!
The friction lasted for more than ten seconds, and the folding fan lost its strength and fell down. Mr. Feng was gasping for breath and sweating.
Just one casual blow from Hui and the abbot consumed a lot of internal energy in his body!
Full half!
Hui and Abbot in front of you are so strong!
Even if Mr. Feng is so strong that he can only tremble.
The more than thirty young monks surrounding Mr. Feng were not ordinary monks at all. They were all cultivators with cultivation, and their cultivation was not lower than that of the Martial God!
"Hahaha! Old man, now you know that I am amazing?"
Hui and the abbot looked rampant and looked down at Mr. Feng from a condescending way.
Mr. Feng was also in a state of despair at this time. He knew that he would definitely die today!
Immediately, Mr. Feng shouted: "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 let her
Be your wife! Even a concubine can be made!"
"Mr. Jiang! I'll hold him back! You take Meijun and run away!"
"Mr. Jiang! It's all my fault today. It's me who brought you here! Run away! Don't worry about me!"
After explaining the funeral, Boss Feng roared and rushed directly to Hui and Abbot!
Mr. Feng, a super strong man at the seventh level of Xuan Realm!
Mr. Feng pulled out a long sword from the storage bag and slashed hard at Hui and the abbot’s head!
Hui and the abbot looked cold, stretched out their fingers, and easily clamped the blade!
"Old guy, still want to delay time? Don't worry, none of you can escape today!"
After saying that, Hui and the abbot tried a little harder and clicked! The long sword was actually broken by him!
That is a spiritual weapon! It is not an ordinary long sword!
"Old thing! Take a palm!"
Hui and the abbot smiled fiercely and slapped Mr. Feng with one palm!
This palm was like the Tathagata's magic palm, and golden light was still emitting from the palm of Hui and Fang Fang's palm!
This is the orthodox Buddhist palm technique! Abbot Hui and Fanghe practiced palm technique every day in the temple over the years, and had already mastered it!
Mr. Feng hurriedly faced him with a palm!
This palm also used all the strength of Mr. Feng!
A loud bang! It was like a nuclear bomb exploding in his ear!
Mr. Feng's body fell down like a kite with a broken string, and with a bang, it fell directly in front of Liu Meijun!
And Na Hui and the abbot were unscathed and still looked arrogant!
After Mr. Feng fell to the ground, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, looking very embarrassed.
I saw his chest sinking, looking very scary.
Hui and the abbot frowned: "Huh? I took my palm and didn't die?"
Mr. Feng also frowned. The palm of Hui and Abbot’s just now was very strong. 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 not his opponent, so let me do it."