I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 22 Monster (for collection)

In the deep forest in early spring, the sunlight was broken by the lush leaves and turned into golden beams of light, and the fine dust could be seen quietly undulating in the air.

The monk who broke the precepts quickly shuttled through the dense forest.

However, suddenly.He seemed to have noticed something, his brows were slightly frowned, his feet stopped moving, and he stood upright, looking around with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes due to injuries.

Although no enemy was found, there was a depressing aura in the air, which made the monk who broke the precepts feel unusual.

Looking up at the sky, a black wild goose fluttered past.

The monk who broke the precepts waited quietly, but the surroundings were quiet and there was no sound.

"Am I worrying too much?"

The monk who broke the precepts had no choice but to pant slightly, and set off to move quickly away from the battlefield.At this moment, his injury is too serious, he must rush back to a safe place as soon as possible, and find a way to heal himself.

call out!
But right now.

A sharp dart flew from a dead corner on the side, carrying enormous power.

The dart first appeared in the dead corner of the monk's gaze, followed by the sharp and ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air.

This also means that the speed of the dart has exceeded the sound, and the power carried in it can be imagined. If it is really hit, even the hardest skull in the human body may not be much better than tofu.

"How brave!"

The precept-breaker monk had long been on guard, and coupled with his rich combat experience, naturally he would not be frightened by such means.

He took a deep breath, the muscles on his arms swelled slightly, and a dark golden luster appeared on his skin, which collided with the darts, making a crisp gold and iron sound.

The monk who broke the precepts felt a slight numbness in his arms.

At the same time, the dart in front of him was also bounced by a huge force, and sank into the trunk of a pine tree not far away.

Swish!
Accompanied by a cracking sound.

A tall and strong figure with a grimace mask appeared in front of the broken monk.

"You are the one who came to sneak attack on the poor monk?" The broken monk narrowed his eyes, looked Su Heng up and down, and then said with a chuckle: "The young people nowadays are really amazing, but they dare to stand in front of Lao Tzu even if they have just refined their blood once. !"

Ordinary warriors have to fight each other before they can accurately judge each other's cultivation.

However, Su Heng and the broken monk practiced the same martial arts. ,

Coupled with the combat experience of the monk who broke the precepts, it can be said that he is not insignificant, and only then when he saw Su Heng for the first time, Su Heng's details were completely exposed.

Although the precept-breaking monk was laughing, he was praising Su Heng.

But his eyes were cold.

Before he finished speaking, he immediately bent his knees and charged forward. He spread his big hands like cattail leaf fans, and his five fingers were reddish and as thick as copper pillars. The ends were wrapped in sharp white air, and they moved towards Su Heng's body. Head shot away.

He is indeed seriously injured now, and the battle in front of him must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise there may be permanent sequelae.

The monk who broke the precepts is a master of the peak of blood refining three times.

Moreover, they are still practicing martial arts in a complete set, so they will naturally have ambitions to hit the realm of a martial arts master, and they will not be willing to stop here.

Watching the broken monk charge towards him.

Su Heng's face was dignified, his center sank slightly, and his arms with silver-white metal gauntlets blocked his left and right sides in front of him, taking a defensive posture first.

boom!
As soon as the defensive posture was set up, the monk who broke the precepts had already collided with Su Heng head-on like a bombardment.

Four thick arms clashed with each other, sending out metallic echoes.

Su Heng felt a tingling pain up and down his arm, and at the same time, a numbness along the muscles, quickly spreading upwards, the muscles and viscera all over his body vibrated slightly, feeling very sick and uncomfortable.

But that's it.

The strength of the monk who broke the precepts has indeed declined seriously.

The strange strength that Shang Qingwu left in his body is constantly affecting this person's strength.

Originally very powerful, at this time the broken monk can only exert about [-]% to [-]% at most, and Su Heng has the talent of copper skin and iron bone to help, and he is good at defense.

These forces did not exceed the limit that Su Heng could bear.

"how is this possible!"

Compared with Su Heng's ease, the expression on the monk's face was obviously much uglier. On his rough, slightly darkened face, he could vaguely see a horrified expression.

"Now it's my turn!"

In front of him, Su Heng raised his head slightly, his mouth parted into a smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, looking a bit ferocious.

boom!
Su Heng pushed forward vigorously.

Like the top horns of a bull, it separates the monks who broke the precepts.

He exerted his strength quickly, and the ready-to-go Dragon Claw Kung Fu splashed out, turning into afterimages and grabbing at the broken monk's throat, face, heart and other vital points.

The monk who broke the precepts has rich combat experience. Although he was slightly frightened by Su Heng's terrifying defensive ability just now, he didn't get flustered because of it.

He quickly adjusted his state.

It was also the shadow of fists all over the sky, throwing towards Su Heng's upper and lower famous families.

Bang bang bang!
What made the monk's complexion change slightly was.

Although Su Heng didn't look very old, his style of play was very fierce, and he used the method of exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting with his life.

Even if he resisted the breaking monk's punch head-on, he still had to try his best to leave a scratch on the breaking monk's body.

What's even more frightening is that the muscles and skin on Su Heng's body are terribly hard.

Even if it was the monk who broke the precepts who punched Su Heng with all his strength, it would only make Su Heng's tall body shake slightly, far from being a fatal wound.

The opposite is true.

With the help of arm armor, Su Heng had extremely sharp solid spikes at the ends of his five fingers.

With all his strength, it was even enough to forcibly scratch, tear, and completely scrap the Tiger Head Saber several centimeters thick.

Although the defensive power of the monk who broke the precepts was astonishing, but he is a body of flesh and blood, and there is a door, so it is impossible to be completely immune to Su Heng's damage. The final result can be imagined under the ups and downs.

Stab it!

The blood on the forehead dripped into the eyes of the broken monk.

There was scarlet in sight.

In the next moment, the monk who broke the precepts felt a sharp pain in his throat.

During the previous fight, the wound torn by Shang Qingwu was enlarged by Su Heng again, the main blood vessel was completely ruptured under the external force, and hot blood spewed out uncontrollably.

The monk who broke the precepts waved his fists indiscriminately, but the power was still passing away after all.

He collapsed on the ground and looked up to the sky.

Under the gray sky, the black geese flew farther and farther until they disappeared completely.

"Really, monster..."

The monk who broke the precepts finally let out a sigh of emotion, closed his eyes, lay on the ground without moving, and let the blood flow everywhere.

(End of this chapter)