Thunder Martial

A strange monk saw his masquerade at first sight and then died following him, threatening to give himself a book without secrets, no stones to give away for free.

Purple doesn't believe anything about pie drops from the sky, and they don't seem to have any plans.

“Heh!” “Heh!” “Psst! ”

The second type of lightning has passed away, purple has barely understood the true meaning. At this moment, the speed far exceeds the normal true realm, like an electric light, is constantly flashing.

His speed is fast, ordinary mortals, can't see clearly, even some monks, just feel the flowers in front of him, a light flashed through.

This is already extremely fast.

“Little benefactor, you and I meet is the fate. Old benefactor, I will save you from the darkness. What's wrong with being a bright and upright person from now on? ”

Purple did not turn around, did not go to see the monk, but the voice of the latter always rang behind itself and was always a distance.

He dared not turn his head, but he could imagine that the other party was less than three meters away from him. Even if the speed was exceeded, Purple did not leave the other side.

Cold sweat has wet its entire body, purple feels bad, suspecting that the other party is one of the three major forces.

“Is it a genius of the Tripartite Powers? God kill the court is not like, as for Yunxia City, it is not like, is it Wuzong, but how can Wuzong have monks? ”

Purple sweated so cold that she couldn't look back and still dare not speak.

“Little host, you're so stubborn.” The monk said.

“Monk, you go, different paths do not plan each other, you and I are not a part of the way, I don't want you to rescue me, I have work to do.” Purple is tough to say, but very nervous.

“No, you and I are lucky, old man, I have a heart of goodness, broadly united, today I see little friends struggling in the dark, I must help you, the donor has no stones, it is free of charge without secrets, just hope the donor turns around.” Young monks still insist.

Unlike purple body electric light, young monks only walk one step at a time, but each step gives a shrinking feeling.

“Master, I don't need to be rescued. Go find someone else. There are many suffering people now, and I can still insist that the Master leave.” Purple Buddha is already scared, this monk is too weird, he is old and old, he suspects that the other is an old monster to return to the child, his strength is unpredictable.

“Master, stop, this is your fate and mine, I will not leave you without saving you from the darkness. ”

Young monks are weird, obviously under thirty, but they look old and autumnal. He was fat, had good eyebrows, shrunk like an inch under one step, his face was not red and he was not breathing. All he could do was shake the fat around him, like a Mileva.

“Master, I have no reason for you. I have to go, please don't follow me.” Zijuan was about to cry and met such a strange monk.

He came to the city with confidence, with the good idea of killing Ling Yun and the good desire to improve his strength, but did not expect to meet such a strange monk on the first day of the city.

“Hey... Master, why is this necessary?” The monk sighed low.

“Master, forgive me for your mercy.” Hearing each other sigh, Purple thought they were loose and opened up again.

“In that case, I have no choice but to strike, and when good intentions are not understood, there is nothing but strength and goodness, so that whoever does not enter Hell will enter it. ”

Between the sounds dropped, Purple felt a cool breeze behind him, as if someone approached him, immediately after which he felt his shoulder pressed by a big hand.

“Master, you look alike.” Feeling the wind behind him, the purple face changed, the only way to do it, a low drunk voice, he instantly turned around, surrounded by silver light, the thunderbolt's true qi had surged wildly, instantly punched.

This punch, like a mountain, is as big as a mountain, under terrible pressure.

The monk's face was unchanged, his expression unchanged, his palms stretched out easily, blocking his fist, and he shouted the Buddha, “Amitabha Buddha! ”

“Boom!”

A loud noise appeared, purple felt his mountain, hit a steel fortress on top, not only indestructible, but also sent out a strong anti-seismic force, his fist light was instantly dispersed, at the same time the whole person was shocked to the ground, the five organs and six organs of the body rolled over, real qi disorder, spit out a breath of blood.

At one stroke, Ziqian was actually shaken to vomit blood.

“Who are you exactly?” Purple glanced at the monk, his face was appalling, the other party was not old, but his strength was strong but a mess, just a simple palm, and he shocked himself.

“Amitabha Buddha, the old man is the one who takes you out of the shadows.” With his hands together, the monk is solemn, with a faint golden glow, like a cultivated Big Buddha.

He went to that station, breathing heavenly, as if merging with the heavens and the earth, with a faint golden light all around him, Bao Xiang solemnly blocked himself from going.

Purple turned around and found that he didn't know when to go to a dead end, which was a dead end.

“Bald donkey, push me to the dead end. Are you trying to kill someone to silence me?” Purple eyes suddenly become cold and obviously don't think this majestic guy will be good.

“Master, you look like a monk, not a bald donkey.” The monk's voice dropped and he stepped forward, clearly young, but said he was old and old.

“Dead bald ass, try to kill me, then don't get any better.” Purple eyes already have a killing intent, now it's time to desperate.

His fingers fly fast and each finger, like a silver light cast, brilliant silver light, very flexible, like an elf beating.

In that instant, the printing was over, the heavenly dome burst, a big print fell from the sky, a green glow, a silver halo, a scary smell, and smashed straight into the monk's head.

“Master, you've been killing so hard, it seems you've been in the shadows too long.” The monk held his hands together and shouted another Buddha. He went straight ahead and ignored the big imprint on his head.

“Boom!”

Big imprint fell with terrible power and hit each other's head heavily. Big imprint dissipated, but the monk kept moving forward.

This is enough to kill the innate strong without hurting each other in the slightest.

“Blue Peak Slash! ”

With no regard to the appalling, the surrounding body poured out silver light, like a thousand blades, which condensed in front of it, turning into a big blue sword, straight towards the monk.

“Master, why do you have to? ”

Monk Sang-bao is solemn, with a smile on his face, gently clapping his hands, and a light golden glow.

The sword light instantly dissipates when the palm prints are encountered, and the energy of heaven and earth disappears, and the monk remains unimpeded.

“Die, you dead bald ass.” At this moment, either you die or I die, and Purple is no longer merciful. His body flashed and his feet stepped on the lightning bolt and he rushed towards the monk with great speed.

The internal qi and blood growled constantly, like the great waves, the real dragon woke up, the purple punch, the whole fist turned silver, like silver essence, brilliant, with a terrible smell, to fight towards the monk.

After a single blow, the space twisted and the ear burst.

“When!”

On the monk, a ray of golden light emerged, waved a slight stop, the purple fist was blocked, and the sound of metal clashed.

At the same time, it also needs a force of reflection, which retreats from the purple.

“Master, you've been in the shadow for too long. It seems I have no choice but to give you my life.” When the monk's voice goes down, he's already done it.

Previously it was defense, but this time it was an active attack, and he flashed his hand, but with a huge aura, a terrible pressure overshadowed the purple, making his actions extremely slow.

“Drink!”

Purple drinks, lightning in the Dantian real-life Qi is constantly pouring, at the same time, the buoyant Qi and blood in the body is also the sound of a big wave.

He punched up and struck with all his strength.

“Thunderbolt fingers! ”

At the same time, Purple Dragon drank again, and there were many thunderstorms on his body, like a thunder dragon, with terrible thunderbolt power, rushed towards the monk.

“Oh?”

The monk has always had a faint expression, but after seeing the thunder around the purple body, his eyes slightly changed, but the smile on his face did not diminish, wave the palm prints fell.

“Boom!”

When the lightning strikes the palm, it dissipates and collapses, turning into a loss of energy in heaven and earth, while the palm prints come toward the purple, with terrible power.

“Pfft!”

Purple threw up blood, flew upside down, felt a hot pain in both hands, just hit him, almost scrapped him.

“You old baldy ass.” Purple Rage.

“Lord, let me save you, you demon root, must be cleared before you can fall into the magic.” Once again, the monk struck, still floating, seemingly powerless, but with a kind of threat from the summit of Tarzan.

Zi Zheng struggled to resist, but it did nothing to make up for it. He threw up blood again and flew.

Ka-cha! ”

By the time the third palm fell, Purple's hands had been broken and the tingling had spread, making him unable to hold on to tremble, but he had not screamed.

This place is impenetrable. It has been blocked. Purple is irrevocable. It is suppressed by the death of monks and cannot escape.

“Master, you should be practicing hard work, unfortunately, although the work is strong, the object must be extremely reversed, it is very easy to fold, Lao Xu, there are just enough secrets here to help you. ”

Monk Sang-bao is solemn, grinning, but purple how do you think, how do you feel each other's smile is weird, horrible.

A few gentle and relaxed attacks annihilated me and broke my incredibly confident bones.

And his tiger's mouth is shattered, obviously the monk's body is even worse.

“Dead bald ass, what exactly do you mean?” Zixuan lay on the ground, his hands broken and a tingling appeared. He bit his teeth and insisted, not screaming, and a cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

“I'm going to save the Lord!” Monk Bao is solemn, full of laughter, very fat, like a Maitreya Buddha, but he is not merciful, and his hands are harsh.

“Pong!” “Pong! ”

Once again, Kazuo was decisive, and the sound of bone fracture appeared again on Purple's body.

“The opposite is absolutely true, just as easy to fold, Old Tin is helping you.” And the good eyebrows of charity, Bao Xiang solemnly, with a pale golden light all around him, like a big Buddha, but his hands were incredibly sharp, almost obsolete purple, his skeleton was nearly broken.

“Ah!”

Even the violets couldn't bear to scream.

“Dead bald ass!” The purple curse cursed, but the chills rose in my heart. This monk is absolutely extraordinary, absolutely cruel enough to break his own bones, he still laughs, and he keeps saying words of justice.