The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 696: Lost in a drinking fight

This palm looks ordinary, but in fact it contains hidden murderous intent.

Yang Lian Zhenjia just fought with Zhang Sanfeng and spent a lot of real energy. At this moment, he didn't want to fight with the wine-fighting monk, so he twisted his body and opened a foot away.

The drunken monk's palm failed, and he punched again.

Yang Liazhenjia had a ferocious look on his face, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a red cloud and enveloped his whole body, and then waved his arms to meet him.

"Drunken Monk, you deserve to die."

The wine-fighting monk pronounced the Buddha's name and took action again.

This time, his movements were much slower, but more terrifying than before. With one palm strike, the air seemed to be on fire, and the temperature was so hot that it burned people's skin.

At this moment, the wine-fighting monk seemed to have turned into a flame war god.

The two collided again, and Yang Lianzhenjia groaned and flew backwards.

But the wine-fighting monk also took three steps back, with a look of pain on his face, and the clothes on his body were scorched by the high temperature and became tattered.

"This guy is really weird and physically strong. My cultivation level is far inferior to him." The wine-fighting monk said with a gloomy expression.

He has already seen that Yang Liazhenjia's body does not seem to be a human body, but more like it is made of a special material. It is extremely tough and has surprisingly strong defense power.

Yang Liazhenjia stabilized his body, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, staring at the wine-fighting monk, and said: "Martial arts are outdated after all. I have abandoned martial arts long ago. Facing the gift of the gods, what can you use to fight me? I know how to do it. Let you understand that your so-called martial arts are nothing compared to magical powers."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get over the poor monk first."

The wine-fighting monk snorted coldly, and attacked Yang Lianzhenjia again, using various boxing, kicking, and sword moves to smash down overwhelmingly.

Yang Lianzhenjia was indifferent and ruthless, and his hands moved through the void, invisible and traceless, and the speed was unbelievable.

His hands were as if they were made of steel, and they actually shook the fists, palms, and legs of the wine-fighting monk, making a clanging sound.

"What a scary demon monk."

Zhang Sanfeng felt awe-inspiring in his heart, knowing that he must unite all the disciples today, otherwise he would not be able to defeat this person.

He reached out and took out a few pills from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth. The energy in his body surged, and a surging breath burst out, turning into a flying sword, and slashed out with a whoosh.

The flying sword turned into a bolt, wrapped around Yang Liazhenjia's neck, and then twisted violently, trying to cut off Yang Liazhenjia's head.

But Yang Lianzhenjia just swayed slightly and avoided the attack of the flying sword.

Swish!
Yang Lianzhenjia's eyes glowed with dazzling light, and he pointed at Zhang Sanfeng's abdomen.

Zhang Sanfeng felt as if a majestic amount of true energy penetrated his body, destroying his meridians. He screamed, a large ball of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Doujiu Monk immediately rushed to Zhang Sanfeng's side and helped him up.

"Master, this old demon is too powerful, you have to be careful." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Amitabha, don't worry, Master Zhang. This poor monk will not allow evil spirits to harm the world and do evil."

After the wine-fighting monk finished speaking, he stood up and looked at Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lianzhenjia glanced at him, suddenly grinned, and a circle of dark ripples spread out.

The wine-fighting monk's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly used his strong zhenqi to protect his body, but he still felt a buzzing in his ears, as if countless people were talking in his ears, trying to control his mind.

With a thought in his mind, there was a sharp palm blow in his palm
He slashed towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Liazhenjia's body seemed to be made of gold and iron, and brilliant sparks shot out with every collision, but the wine-fighting monk was shaken back seven or eight steps.

Although he has not made a breakthrough in these years, his strength has grown rapidly. Who would have expected that he still doesn't have the upper hand against Yang Lianzhenjia now.

Yang Lianzhenjia looked sure of victory and said sarcastically: "After I become a god, even the gods can't do anything to me." "Go and die now."

"Amitabha, Yang Lianzhenjia, you have sinned very seriously. Today, this poor monk will get rid of you on behalf of all the people in the world."

The wine-fighting monk said and took action again.

This time, he performed his self-created 'Maha Seal'.

A simple and vicissitudes of Buddha image emerged.

Immediately, the Buddha's Dharma Elephant stretched out his palm and slapped it down. Immediately, a mighty and majestic force collapsed the void and suppressed Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"Tips for carving insects."

Yang Lianzhenjia was indifferent and ruthless, and grabbed it out with one claw. His five fingers were as crystal clear as jade, shining with a cold light, as if he could penetrate the void.

The Buddha's statue was shattered, but Yang Lianzhenjia's body was not damaged at all. Instead, with the help of this counterattack, his speed skyrocketed.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the wine-fighting monk, and his right hand turned into a blade, cutting into the wine-fighting monk's chest.

The wine-fighting monk looked solemn, formed a Buddha seal with his left hand, and blocked it.

The two fought fiercely, each blow containing destructive energy ripples.

In this level of battle, all the surrounding buildings were destroyed, and even the pines and cypresses on the cliffs were swaying and falling.

The surrounding Wudang disciples were swept away by the energy, and their bodies flew backwards and fell to the ground.

The more the wine-fighting monk fights, the more courageous he becomes. Every move he makes is full of power and power. Every move is the highest level of martial arts, and every move contains unpredictable power.

Moreover, the technique he practices is special, it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into his own use. The aura on his body becomes more and more terrifying during the battle.

But Yang Lianzhenjia, who was fighting against him, was even more terrifying, and every move he made stirred up monstrous energy.

"Haha, Drunken Monk, you are still far behind. Defeat me." Yang Lian Zhenjia said arrogantly.

Rumble!
The heaven and earth trembled, and thunder exploded.

A majestic giant peak rises from the ground, a full hundred meters high, towering into the sky, across Changhong, like a wall, pressing down on Doujiu Monk.

The wine-fighting monk's eyes were extremely solemn and he pushed out his palms.

Rumble!
This majestic giant peak trembled violently, then cracked inch by inch, turned into powder all over the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the powder gathered together again and turned into another towering giant peak, which continued to press down.

The wine-fighting monk gritted his teeth, his whole body was boiling with energy, and he stepped out with one foot, crushing the towering peak.

But soon, the fragments of those majestic giant peaks reassembled and turned into even bigger giant peaks, pressing towards the Drunken Monk to suppress him.

The wine-fighting monk roared angrily, his muscles all over his body were tangled, and he waved his hands, and streams of unparalleled energy spurted out from his palms and struck the giant peaks.

A huge roar erupted, and the energy completely tore the giant peak apart.

But soon the rubble regrouped again and turned into a huge peak, pressing towards the Drunken Monk as if there was no end.

The drunkard monk dodged and resisted, but to no avail.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Haha, Drunken Monk, you can't do it. If you continue like this, you will definitely lose. Surrender obediently. As long as you surrender to me, I can spare your life." Yang Lian Zhenjia laughed loudly and said arrogantly.

(End of this chapter)