"Where did this pretty boy come from to ruin your grandfather's business?" The great monk may not be a bad person, but his mouth really stinks.
Yue Buqun wasn't angry after hearing this, and just punched him with a seemingly light punch.
This is the twelve-style challenger of the Taishan School, named "Chai Shou", which is actually a thunder hand.
The force of the strike seems to be thunderous, which is the Taishan School's fist and kick skills that are most suitable for Shi Gandang's magical skill. Unfortunately, like Shi Gandang's magical skill, it has very high requirements for practitioners.
If you don't have good internal strength and good muscles and bones, using these twelve postures to beat your hands is not killing the enemy, but committing suicide.
Seeing Yue Buqun's punch coming, Monk Bujie did not give way. He also did not use a weapon and punched Yue Buqun with his hand.
There was a muffled sound in the air, and fists collided with each other, as if two huge rocks had collided.
Monk Bujie's internal strength was far inferior to that of Yue Buqun. The moment they fought, he was pushed forward by a majestic force. His arms shook and his feet felt like stepping on cotton. He retreated seven or eight meters away and leaned against a stone pillar.
Barely keeping his body steady.
"Good boxing skills and good strength!" Monk Bujie praised greatly.
Then he shook his arm and ran forward again, rushing towards Yue Buqun.
"What a monk!" Yue Buqun secretly praised him.
Although he didn't use all his strength in that punch just now, how good is Yue Buqun now?
Even if you don't use your best methods, your internal strength alone is enough to dominate the world.
A punch can have a force of several thousand kilograms at least.
This monk seemed reckless, but his methods were not bad. The few steps he took back were able to remove seven or eight points of the force Yue Buqun had hit. He didn't bear much. What's more important was that he knew that he wouldn't
Although there are no enemies, he still dares to raise his fist again and does not use the water-milled Zen staff in his hand. It is obvious that he is too proud.
Although he was appreciative in his heart, he did not delay the importance of Yue Buqun's move.
The fight was just a few moves. Monk Fujie was fully suppressed by Yue Buqun using his best fists, kicks and internal skills, and was beaten all over his head.
If Yue Buqun hadn't had the murderous intention, he would have died more than ten times.
After the monk was thrown away by Yue Buqun for the seventh time and hit the stone wall, he stopped attacking.
"Your Excellency, you have done such a good job. If I don't give up, I will accept you as a monk!"
"That's it for today. Next time...next time I will definitely beat you." Monk Bujie, who had lost his face after being beaten, had no shame to continue to pester him, and planned to avoid Yue Buqun first.
As he was saying harsh words, he suddenly heard a piercing scream.
From the back mountain of Hengshan Mountain, more sounds of panic were heard.
A black substance like black smoke and a ribbon erupted from the depths of Hengshan Mountain, spreading its teeth and claws around, exuding a strong ominous aura.
"What... what is this?" Dingyi was shocked and took a few steps back unconsciously.
Then he put more force on his feet, flew up to the eaves, and flew towards the place where the black substance erupted.
"This is the evil I mentioned in my letter." Yue Buqun, Yang Buhui... and Monk Bujie all followed.
Dingyi said: "What a terrible smell. That's the Lingyin Pavilion. Junior sisters Dingqing, Dingyun, Dingming and others are all reading scriptures in the Lingyin Pavilion."
"What?"
"Dingqing, don't be afraid! I'm coming!" The great monk didn't give up. He held the Zen staff, but the speed of his feet actually increased by three points.
There's just someone faster than him.
Yue Buqun's figure has turned into a white line.
In one breath, he was already seven or eight meters away from everyone.
In just a few more breaths, I'm afraid we'll be able to reach the scene of the incident.
"This should be a soul silk ghost! It usually has no obvious body and exists in the form of scattered silk threads. It will lock the target based on breathing and heat."
"You have to find a way to gather its threads within a certain range as much as possible, and then attack with fire." Yang Buhui's voice came from behind Yue Buqun.
Yue Buqun and others were in the air, listening to Yang Buhui's words word for word.
The sword box behind him moved first, driven by internal force.
Yunshuo!
go!
The sword flew out of the sword case and shot straight towards Lingyin Pavilion, which was almost surrounded by black silk threads.
In the attic, a little nun opened her mouth wide and held her head high. Her neck and body were twisted into a 90-degree right angle. Black silk threads were continuously drilling into her body along her seven orifices.
In the blink of an eye, the originally plump body shriveled up.
Apparently all the flesh and blood inside it has been devoured.
The other little nuns screamed one after another.
Some people reluctantly pulled out their swords, but they did not dare to really step forward. They just shook their hands and kept moving closer to each other and retreating.
The smoke-like evil, after sucking up one little nun, immediately expanded a bit, turned into two, and pounced on the other two little nuns respectively.
Of these two little nuns, one was quite clever and jumped out of the window in an instant. Although they fell down the cliff, they were lucky enough to get their clothes caught on a branch and hung halfway up the mountain, barely escaping with their lives.
Another little nun with a more outstanding appearance, fair skin, three-dimensional facial features, and even a bit of a Western beauty, was completely stunned.
The sword in his hand kept trembling.
Then he didn't know where the courage came from, and instead swung his sword and rushed towards the evil one.
It's just that her swordsmanship was average and her internal strength was too weak. In an instant, she was entangled by the evil black thread and took away her weapon. She was about to repeat the same mistakes as the little nun before.
At this moment, the Yunsuo sword that Yue Buqun sent up first arrived.
The sharp sword, with the inner power of Zhiyang to ward off evil, slashed at the evil that was like a black thread.
This evil body spread out like black smoke, then became thin and scattered in all directions.
It should have just arrived, and although its form is somewhat special, its actual overall damage is not particularly strong.
That is, when spread out, it looks huge and bluffing.
After eating a human, it also has obvious thinking and speaking abilities.
Intermittent sounds echoed in the pavilion.
"Amitabha! I am the great benevolent and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. If you believe in me, you will become one with me."
"I will take you to fly across the western sky and enjoy the bliss of the west."
The little nuns turned pale, and those who had regained their strength rushed out the door to escape.
The black silk threads gathered together, like a horse, and looked like a multi-headed strange snake, twisting towards the nuns.
The light frost sword flew towards me like it was chasing the wind and the moon.
The two flying swords alternately penetrated each other, like scissors, cutting off these black threads with a click.
The technique is sharp, skillful, and extremely smooth.
Yue Buqun leapt in from the window, two flying swords swam around him, being pulled by them, and struck several times in succession.
Black threads erupted, avoiding Yue Buqun and continuing to pester the little nuns.
"Why are you still standing there, run!" Yue Buqun said, already pulling out the sword hanging from his waist, and started to face the evil spirit.
Many little nuns filed out and ran towards the main hall.
But there was an exception. The little nun who looked like a beauty from the Western Regions did not run away. Instead, she seemed to be brave. She held a sword in her hand and wanted to fight the evil spirits side by side with Yue Buqun.
"Get away!" The mood is good, but unfortunately the means are limited.
Yue Buqun flicked away the incoming black thread with his sword, grabbed the little nun and threw her behind him.
"Dingqing! I'm here to save you!" After a few breaths, the savage figure crashed into the attic.
I happened to see the little nun lying on Yue Buqun's back, panting, with her face flushed and half of her head sticking out.
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