Ximen Qing kept a ferocious smile on his face and slapped Shen Lang on the chest with his palm.
At the same time, Shen Lang also punched him in the chest.
"Boom!" made a loud sound, just like the sound of heavy objects hitting the soil.
The third form of Shen Lang's Seven Injury Fist hit Ximen Qing's chest, making an abnormally loud muffled sound, stirring up several gusts of wind, and making the leaves rustle.
The violent and ferocious smile on Ximen Qing's face suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened!
"Poof!" Ximen Qing's body was blasted straight away, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and a bright red fist mark was printed on the green skin of his chest.
And Ximen Qing's palm had just hit Shen Lang's chest.
"Poof!" Shen Lang spat out a large mouthful of blood without any suspense, and his body quickly fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
Chu You'er's pretty face turned pale, and she rushed forward and hugged Shen Lang's falling body. The two of them rolled down into the middle of the temple's people and a large group of underworld gangs.
Chu You'er was also severely internally injured by Ximen Qing's palm before, and her body no longer had much mobility.
"Shen Lang...Shen Lang, are you okay?" Chu You'er's face showed a hint of panic and she hurriedly helped Shen Lang up.
Shen Lang had two broken ribs, but fortunately he still had one breath left.
Ximen Qing vomited two mouthfuls of blood and climbed up from the ground with difficulty, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
How evil! That kid almost broke through the defense of Xuan Shield Art with one punch. Not only that, he was also injured by the punch!
Ximen Qing really couldn't believe it. This kid was only in the early stages of his cultivation. Why was his combat power so amazing? What kind of weird boxing technique was this?
You know, he was still under the protection of Xuan Dun Jue, and Shen Lang could actually hurt him with one punch!
Without the protection of Xuandun Jue, Shen Lang's punch from the front would probably kill him.
After all, Shen Lang's prediction was wrong. This Ximen Qing is really as haunted as Xiao Qiang.
Ximen Qing stared gloomily at Shen Lang who fell to the ground in the middle of the temple gate, his face changed slightly, this kid is not dead yet!
This is too fake! The Yin-Yang Heaven-shaking Palm he used with all his strength could not kill a martial artist who was in the early stage of the realm. It was simply a big joke.
Judging from the age of this boy, he is estimated to be less than twenty years old, but it is really unbelievable that he can be so strong.
Ximen Qing's face was extremely gloomy. Just in time, Mu Xiu and Shen Lang would destroy him. This kid would die today!
"No... don't come here!" Seeing Ximen Qing striding forward, Chu You'er turned pale and dragged Shen Lang's body hard towards the temple gate.
"You despicable thing, I will die!" Ximen Qing's eyes were filled with anger, he raised a palm and was about to slap Shen Lang on the forehead.
Abbot Baimei immediately stood in front of Shen Lang and Chu You'er, lowered his head to Ximen Qing and sighed: "Amitabha, donor, when is the time to repay injustice? It is better for the donor to put down his obsession and hatred and save a life than to build a seven-level pagoda! "
"Go away! Is a stinky bald donkey worthy of pointing fingers at me?" Ximen Qing snorted, showing an extremely unhappy expression.
Abbot Baimei glanced at Shen Lang, showed a profound expression, clasped his hands and said: "Donor, this injured little benefactor is acquainted with me. I hope that the benefactor will be merciful and merciful, and don't cause more killings!"
"Bald Donkey, do you realize that he has nothing to do with me? I think you are tired of living, right? In this case, I will help you. When I deal with this kid first, you will be the next one." Ximen Qing shouted violently.
"Big...brother! Are we still robbing?" the strong man on the side asked the man in sunglasses.
The man in sunglasses adjusted his sunglasses, became braver, and whispered: "Of course I'm going to rob!"
"This... this big brother, since you can't stand these bald donkeys, let us help you solve it!" The man in sunglasses felt that Ximen Qing must not be an ordinary person. This man is so fierce that he must be an expert.
, he decided to curry favor.
"It's best to kill them!" Ximen Qing snorted coldly. Looking at these bald donkeys acting coquettishly, he felt a deep sense of disgust in his heart.
"Yes! Big brother!" The man in sunglasses responded quickly. This guy has already called him big brother.
"Ahem, it's been a robbery! Get the good stuff out quickly, otherwise someone will die in five minutes or two minutes!" The man in sunglasses took a gun and pointed it at the group of monks, preparing to fire the first shot.
"Amitabha!"
Abbot Baimei clasped his hands together, opened his mouth, and heard a deep Sanskrit sound that resounded in all directions. The trees rustled and the ground shook!
Then, Abbot Baimei pushed forward with his right palm, and an extremely fierce wind swept around, and hurricanes blew in the woods.
For a moment, no one could open their eyes, strong winds were blowing, and there seemed to be countless big golden hands pressing down on the sky.
then.
"ah!!!"
The shouts from the crowd were heard, and in less than a second, all the gangsters in black vests fell to the ground, unconscious like dead dogs.
"Transformation... master of transformation!" Ximen Qing shouted, so frightened that he flew out of his mind!
As a senior disciple of the Yin and Yang Sect, Ximen Qing has also seen Yang Tongtian take action. Only masters of transformation realms can display such amazing palm power!
In this world, there are actually masters of transformation. Ximen Qing was instantly frightened. Who is this old monk?
Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, Ximen Qing trembled all over, his face turned ashen, turned around and ran away, jumping into the dense forest.
Chu You'er was also shocked beyond measure. Even Qingfeng Mountain didn't have a master of transformation. How could this white-browed abbot be such a reclusive expert?
"Huh!" Chu You'er patted her chest and let out a breath. Fortunately, she met an expert to save her, otherwise she and Shen Lang would really be in trouble.
But Chu You'er was a little curious, why did the white-browed abbot say that he and Shen Lang were acquaintances?
Abbot Baimei showed no emotion or anger on his face. He just said calmly: "Amitabha, please tie up these fallen people."
"Yes!" The monk behind him responded repeatedly.
"Thank you so much, Master!" Chu You'er hurriedly thanked Abbot Baimei.
"No need to say thank you, we are destined to meet each other."
Abbot Baimei walked up to Shen Lang, helped him up, turned his right palm, pressed it on Shen Lang's back, and helped treat his injuries.
Feeling a vast surging internal force, Shen Lang's body shook unconsciously.
"This is..." Abbot Baimei frowned when he noticed that a black mass of true energy was rotating at high speed in the center of Shen Lang's Dantian.
Black Qi and extremely active, which is simply unheard of.
Half an hour later.
Ximen Qing finally ran all the way to the city center. His whole body was blackened, he was vomiting blood, and his injuries were getting worse.
He grabbed a mobile phone from a passerby and made a call to someone from the Yin and Yang Gate.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."
Ximen Qing dialed the number n times, but couldn't get through at all.
It seems that the junior disciples of the Yin Yang Sect who have transcended the world have also been killed by two women, Yi Chuixue and Yun Luoxue.