Seeing the flying knives coming, it was almost just a flash of cold light, and the blade could not be seen at all. Lin Kun's feet instinctively dodge, and the moment his body turned sideways, a series of flying knives grazed his throat, and there was a clanging sound on his chest.
Stabbed into a small tree behind him.
This small tree, which was not very strong at first, was directly pierced by the flying knife...
With a click, it broke at the waist!
The power of this knife is evident!
Lin Kun flashed sideways for a moment, and still quickly came to the incompetent old monk. Although the old monk said that he was a martial monk, he was lucky enough to be favored by his master.
But after all, at such an old age, these two killers are extremely powerful, and they must not let accidents happen.
But Lin Kun's speed was still half a minute slower. If it weren't for Kashaw's flying knife to stop him, he had already reached the old monk and stopped Li En's attack. But because of the slight delay, Li En had already moved ahead.
Came to the old monk.
"Amitabha."
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, looking calm and calm. He seemed not to notice any danger. He also seemed to take life and death lightly, and did not care about the unexpected events he might encounter here.
Lin Kun was anxious in his heart. Incompetent old man, if you really take life and death lightly, don't act recklessly at this time. If you do this, I will feel uneasy for the rest of my life.
I originally thought that the incompetent abbot came here to help, but seeing that he insisted on asking Lin Kun, it was not easy to stop him. After all, this three-thirds of an acre of land is his territory.
And it was the old abbot who first discovered something strange at the foot of the mountain...
Can!
Before Lin Kun could think more, an unexpected scene happened next. Seeing Li En's punch that could shatter the world, he hit the incompetent old monk's chest. The incompetent old monk just raised his hand casually and punched the incompetent old monk with one hand.
Lean's fist was pushed away.
Lien's fist was obviously heading straight for the old monk's chest, but due to this seemingly random move, his fist immediately changed direction and hit a tree behind him.
Boom!
With a dream, his fist hit the big tree, directly making a hole in the tree trunk.
The power of a punch is so...
But was easily pushed away by the old monk?
"Amitabha."
The old monk still had kind eyes, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath. The casual move just now seemed to have used no extra strength. It was like Lien's fist, like a three-year-old child fighting against an adult.
play.
Maybe you think you are very strong, but in front of this old monk, you are like a little baby...
"MD!"
Lien shouted angrily, turned around and attacked ferociously again. He didn't believe that this old monk could be so evil. How powerful his attack was, he knew better than anyone that this old monk could block an attack.
, does not represent him
That's how awesome he is. He does know some Chinese martial arts, such as Tai Chi, Wing Chun, etc. He advocates using force to fight. He was too reckless just now, and the old monk caught a loophole. As long as he has a little
Adjustment……
Lien had already rushed over again, with two murderous daggers hanging on his waist, but he had no intention of drawing out the knives. The old monk in front of him was unworthy in his eyes.
"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. The sin of killing you has committed is too heavy..."
"You are the one to be killed!"
Before the old monk could finish what he said, Lien had already rushed in front of him and struck at the old monk with his fist. His speed was very fast, as fast as thunder.
Bang!
This time, the incompetent old monk used the same move, but this time it didn't work. As soon as his hand touched Lien's fist, there was a muffled sound, followed by his whole body moving backward.
Backing up, his body trembled slightly, and a touch of blood appeared on his originally kind and calm face. (One Zero)
"What a strength."
A flash of surprise flashed in the incompetent old monk's eyes, but his tone remained calm.
"Hmph, your Chinese martial arts are nothing more than opportunistic tricks. They talk about using one's strength to make a difference. To put it nicely, it's actually just a matter of luck. Such tricks will never work in the face of real strength.
Since you, an old bald ass, are seeking death, I will help you."
Before Lien stopped, another series of attacks came over him. In the first move, he only used three points of strength. This three points of strength was definitely enough to deal with ordinary masters. But he didn't expect that he would be attacked by the old monk.
poke.
For Lien, this was definitely a shame in his countless battles in his life, so he next used his strength to more than 70%.
With more than 70% of this strength, he can knock down a cow with one punch, let alone a person. Absolute strength equals absolute self-confidence. This is the essence of Western martial arts and the basis of their personal heroism.
After the incompetent old monk suffered a blow, he did not make any adjustments. While raising his hand to try to push away Li En's fists, he continued to pronounce the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, the old monk still advises you to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.
, you have become a devil inside after killing too much. If the benefactor is willing, the old monk can be your guide and free you from this boundless sea of suffering..."
"Go to hell!"
Lean roared angrily, and punched the old man's chest with his huge fist. The force of this punch was like a rainbow piercing the sun, like thunder breaking through bamboo, and like a building collapsing.
Bang!
The incompetent old monk received a heavy blow and continued to retreat backwards.
Lin Kun felt anxious and shouted: "Senior Incompetent..."
Lin Kun had the intention to come over to Jiuyuan, but the Kashaw in front of him was really difficult to deal with. He was exhausted for a while and had no chance to escape. The Kashaw he met today was definitely the best among all the masters he had met over the years.
Three.
World Killer League...
It’s really in stock!
Lin Kun was already red-eyed. He still had some strength left, but when he met a well-matched opponent, showing his strength too early was tantamount to showing his trump card in advance.
In a duel between masters, the outcome can often be decided in just one breath...
But at this moment, he couldn't take care of that much. Just when he was about to unleash all his strength to rescue the incompetent old monk, the image of the incompetent old monk suddenly changed!
"I killed people when I was ten years old, and I killed at least ten people every year!"
"Before I became a top killer, I killed at least a hundred people every year!"
"My achievements today are all obtained from killing. Do you want me to put down the butcher knife?"
"You Chinese Buddhists always advise people to put down the butcher's knife. Maybe others can, but I will not put down the butcher's knife in my hand. I will only kill you, the old bald donkey!" (Zero One)
"I like killing people. I like to see the people who are killed helplessly struggling and begging for mercy. I like the eyes of despair. Let me see the despair of you old bald donkey!"
…
Lean's eyes seemed to be filled with blood. The more he fought, the more excited he became. On the surface, he seemed calm, but once his murderous intentions became more intense, he seemed to turn into a manic psychopath.
And at this moment, the incompetent old monk was completely blown away by his Changhong Sun punch. He just fell backwards, but now he flew upside down in the air.
The body of the incompetent old monk floated down like a kite. After landing on the ground, his body could no longer bear it, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Incompetent old man!" Lin Kun shouted.
And at this moment, the incompetent old monk wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up straight, looking at Lien who was rushing towards him quickly and decided to give him a fatal blow. In his eyes, which seemed to have experienced a hundred generations of vicissitudes, suddenly,