Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five: Wuhou Battles the Blood Monk (4)
Su Qinghou stared at the image of the evil Buddha coming toward him. The "evil Buddha" was two feet away from Su Qinghou. Su Qinghou still had his hands behind his back, and he suddenly took action.
This kick was so fast that it was almost difficult to recognize. The toe hit the head of the "Evil Buddha" image, and the "Evil Buddha" image shattered like a broken lens.
The palm of Tianzhu Blood Monk is a double Buddha in one palm.
Then the second Buddha's shadow arrived, this one coming faster and more fiercely.
And the Buddha image that burst out was larger than the first one.
The strong energy lifted up Su Qinghou's clothes and sleeves, and Su Qinghou seemed to be standing in the wind.
Su Qinghou still had his hands behind his back, and Su Qinghou kicked out again. This time it was a double image, and he kicked the second "evil Buddha" image with "bang bang" in succession. The image of the kick was torn into pieces.
It won a round of applause from everyone present.
The two Buddha shadows were kicked to pieces by Su Qinghou one after another, and the ghostly figure of the Tianzhu Blood Monk also arrived.
He sternly let out a Buddha's roar and struck Su Qinghou with a palm.
Because the Tianzhu Blood Monk's body kept flashing and even appeared as a phantom, his palm was also ethereal and strange.
And the Buddha's shadow he had before was to confuse his opponent and prepare for this palm.
Lin Yi stared at the two of them intently in front of the formation. The blood monk's attacks were even more unpredictable today. It seemed that the Tianzhu blood monk was really prepared this time.
Su Qinghou finally took action.
At this moment of sparks of calcium carbide, his right arm was swung like a willow from behind to in front of him, and then he made a light palm, accurately imprinting on the strange palm of Tianzhu Blood Monk.
These two palms of the two people have different approaches but the same purpose. They are both erratic and seem to have little strength.
But only the two of them knew how powerful their palms were.
The moment his palms touched each other, Su Qinghou's body trembled, and the Blood Monk also trembled. However, his figure kept flashing like a ghost, so it was difficult for people to tell whether he was being manipulated by Su Qinghou.
His body was shaking wildly due to the shock, but he was still shaking.
And the strength in Su Qinghou's palm instantly penetrated the Blood Monk's palm.
The Blood Monk instantly withdrew his palm, his figure kept flashing around Su Qinghou, and then kept extending his palm.
Some palms have two Buddhas in one palm, some have three Buddhas in one palm, and some have four Buddhas in one palm!
Images of "Evil Buddha" kept popping out of his palms.
Every Buddha image seems to be chanting the Buddha's name with its mouth open.
In fact, these Buddha names were recited rapidly by the Blood Monk.
For a moment, Su Qinghou's body was filled with ferocious images of the "Evil Buddha" all over his body. The ghostly and shrill sounds of the Buddha's horns echoed in the field one after another.
These sounds, accompanied by the flying "evil Buddha" images, form a strange and shocking picture.
The scene was so horrifying that the heroes watching the battle were frightened.
This Blood Monk of Tianzhu is indeed worthy of his reputation.
Many people with weak skills are dizzy and have hallucinations before their eyes.
It felt like those "evil Buddhas" were rushing towards me.
So they drew their swords and chopped at random, and the scene became chaotic.
Many people exclaimed.
"Damn, this Tianzhu's kung fu is so evil!"
"This is evil power, Mr. Su Hou, you must teach this evil monk a lesson and let him know that our Central Plains martial arts community cannot be bullied..."
Facing the terrifying attack from Tianzhu Blood Monk, Su Qinghou still stood on the spot, seemingly motionless. Like a pine tree standing upright in a storm. However, Linghu Zanghun, Lin Yi, and Wang Guihui, the top masters, saw that Su Qinghou was moving.
Although he is in the same place, his steps are constantly changing at an incredibly fast pace. It makes people feel that he is still standing still.
And Su Qinghou also kept making quick moves.
I saw all kinds of palm shadows, finger shadows, and fist shadows flying like a shower, constantly hitting the images of the "evil Buddha" wrapped around me.
Several crushed "evil Buddha" images were flying around the two of them.
The heroes watching the battle burst into enthusiastic cheers.
Because Su Qinghou used at least a dozen kinds of kung fu.
There are Vajra Palm, Scattered Flower Palm, Lingfei Palm, Broken Golden Finger, Qiankun Finger, Tianshang Fist...
All in all, Su Qinghou could easily master various kung fu techniques, and he could face numerous Buddha images calmly and calmly.
Lin Yi and the others even cheered loudly.
Looking back, his eyes rolled in his eye sockets, as if he was dazzled by Su Qinghou's various tricks.
He shouted excitedly: "Haha, a monkey has seventy-two transformations, how can you, an evil monk, do anything about it!"
While Su Qinghou was deciphering it, he said, "Let me see how many Buddha shadows you have."
Su Qinghou's attacks became faster and faster, and finally the Buddha shadows surrounding Su Qinghou were shattered by him. Then he kicked the Tianzhu Blood Monk that kept flashing.
One kick and seven shadows!
The blood monk retreated hastily, but Su Qinghou did not change his position this time. He swept towards the blood monk.
Su Qinghou's figure also began to move rapidly, getting faster and faster.
Both figures are very fast, like two faint watermarks under the scorching sun. The two figures are constantly entangled in the field, and they are so fast that it is difficult for ordinary people to tell which figure is Su Qinghou and which one is Su Qinghou. Blood Monk of Tianzhu.
Just listen to the sound of fists and palms coming continuously.
The two men's strong energy stirred up clouds of yellow dust in the field.
This makes it even more difficult to distinguish their figures.
At this time, some people shouted at Wang Guihui again.
"Look, hero, you are invincible, you are as beautiful as a flower, you have sharp ears and eyes... How many moves did the two of them have to fight?"
Wang Huihui danced excitedly and laughed loudly: "Forty-eight...forty-nine...fifty-two...haha, that bald donkey was pressed down by the monkey and beaten..."
When people heard what Wang Hui said, they realized that Su Qinghou had the upper hand now.
Then the heroes burst into cheers again.
After an unknown number of moves, the two figures suddenly separated.
The blood monk flew backwards and landed on the ground, then staggered back a few steps, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth. Then he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Su Qinghou also took two steps back. Some blood flowed from his nostrils. Su Qinghou took out a snow-white silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the blood from his nostrils.
The blood on the silk handkerchief is as bright as red plum petals.
Then Su Qinghou looked at Tianzhu Blood Monk and said, "Do you still want to fight?"
The blood monk of Tianzhu said: "I can also learn a few tricks from Lord Marquis."
Su Qinghou stopped talking. The silk handkerchief in his hand suddenly came out and opened in the air, like a cloud flying towards Tianzhu Blood Monk. Then Su Qinghou rose up lightly, and his feet landed on the silk handkerchief.
When he was two feet away from the blood monk, Su Qinghou's feet and silk handkerchief separated.
The silk handkerchief suddenly twisted into a section, like a short stick, and shot at the Tianzhu Blood Monk.
The Tianzhu Blood Monk shot out the "silk stick" with one palm.
At this time, Su Qinghou's figure also reached above him. Su Qinghou looked down from above and struck with a palm.
The Tianzhu Blood Monk raised his palm and exchanged palms with Su Qinghou again. Then he instantly rose up and exchanged palms with Su Qinghou in the air. Then the Tianzhu Blood Monk flew out upside down and separated from Su Qinghou. The distance fell to the ground.
He suddenly recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I lose! Mr. Su Hou is superb in martial arts, I admire him so much!"
No one expected that Tianzhu Blood Monk would suddenly admit defeat.
Even Su Qinghou didn't think of it.
Su Qinghou withdrew his attack and fell down.
The Tianzhu Blood Monk looked at Su Qinghou with a look that was difficult to detect.