Great Dao Ji

The spear thrust forward, Huiguo's face flashed with surprise, and the golden light on the palm of his hand was shining brightly. The strong and powerful internal force burst out while the big tendons in the palm of his hand were jumping wildly.

The air wall pressed down horizontally!

Boom!

The next moment, the air wave roared like the waves of the sea.

In an instant, the ground outside the mountain village shook, and smoke and dust rose up.

Between the two people, it seemed that a twelve-level hurricane suddenly rose, and the corpses around were thrown far away.

"This person"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's faces changed, and they were extremely shocked.

I didn't expect that a person I met on the road could actually fight with the evil monk Huiguo!

As the smoke and dust swept through, the two could vaguely see that the ground under their feet turned over inch by inch at the place where the two collided, and countless earth and rocks flew.

The two thought to themselves that even if they joined forces to face the Dragon Elephant Vajra Handprint, they would only die if they didn't hide!

This An Qisheng actually dared to resist?

"Huh?"

Amid the smoke and air waves, Huiguo felt that his surging internal force was pierced by the spear!

The spear, which had not yet been sharpened, gave him an incomparable sense of sharpness!

Is his long-standing horizontal training kung fu invulnerable to swords and spears able to withstand this spear? He turned his arm and pressed it, and his thick five fingers opened and pressed down, avoiding the spear head and trying to hold the spear body!

"Hmph!"

An Qisheng was a little surprised that the spear did not completely pierce the air wall, but he couldn't help but snorted when he saw the hand holding the spear body in reverse.

The arm holding the spear suddenly turned.

Buzz~

After a turn, Huiguo felt that the spear under his palm seemed to turn into an evil dragon that was awakening from sleep and wanted to choose someone to eat.

The palm holding the hand in reverse couldn't help but clenched into a fist, and a heavy blow deflected the spear.

Then the palm that bounced high slapped down from top to bottom again.

It was still the Dragon Elephant Vajra Seal!

Boom!

The surging internal force instantly swept away the smoke and dust, and the air around seemed to be squeezed and emptied by the violent internal force!

At this time, the disadvantages of the spear in close combat can be seen.

Facing the palm that came at him, An Qisheng's swung spear seemed to be unable to return no matter what.

Huh!

Under the raised white hair, An Qisheng's eyes were cold and his heart was calm.

When the surging internal force rolled in, he moved his body and stepped back half a step. The spear as thick as a goose egg withdrew with the force, and the tail of the spear was stuck on the ground behind him.

Then, as he stretched his arm forward, the unsharpened spear head had already torn through the airflow and dust like a raised dragon head, and resisted the sticky internal force around him that seemed to be real.

From bottom to top, it pierced Huiguo's eyebrows!

At the same time, his arm hanging by his side suddenly raised to his eyebrows, and stretched out with a crackling sound between the joints, and lifted the tripod with one arm!

The quick response made Zhao Yanyan and the other person watching the battle excited.

Just as the two were about to collide again, Huiguo's internal force exploded in front of them!

Boom!

The violent internal force exploded, and its power was even more terrifying than the explosion of a cannonball. The sound of the airflow and sonic boom covered all the surrounding sounds.

In the drifting smoke and dust, Huiguo had already retreated far away with this impact. Before the smoke and dust fell, he had returned to the original place:

"No more fighting."

In the drifting smoke and dust, the long spear hanging behind him hummed, and An Qisheng looked at the little monk expressionlessly:

"You said you don't want to fight, so you don't want to fight?"

Having said that, he did not make a move again.

The little monk's internal force was so powerful that it was incredible, even far beyond Kong San who absorbed the internal force of many people. After two collisions, he did not gain any advantage.

Huiguo blinked his eyes, looking innocent:

"We have no grudges, why do we have to fight?"

"No grudges?"

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped, and the spear in his hand tightened.

Stepping, straightening his waist, leaning forward!

Swiping ten feet, the spear stretched out, like a fierce general riding a tall horse, looking down from a high position to stab the soldier blocking the road to death:

"Are you kidding me?!"

You attack me without any grudges?

You say you have no grudges after the fight?

What a joke!

Woo~

The airflow and the cold iron spear rubbed violently, making a death sound!

The man moved with the spear, and the spear borrowed the momentum of the man.

Under the unity of man and spear, in an instant, the spear was close to Huiguo.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Huiguo shook his head repeatedly.

Under the spear piercing straight, he didn't even dodge, not only that, before the spear reached his body, his burly body was like a deflated ball.

He immediately turned back to his previous thin and weak appearance.

Buzz~

The cold light stopped three inches before the brow.

Before the gun arrived, the sharp airflow had already pierced Huiguo's brow, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from his brow.

It made him look even more weird.

"Little monk, what do you want to do?"

An Qisheng looked indifferent, looking at the little monk as if he was a lunatic.

"Killing is a taboo in my Buddhist sect. Although I occasionally break the precepts, there are reasons. I have no grudges with Mr. An, so I don't want to do it."

Huiguo put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name seriously.

"Aren't you afraid that I will stab you to death with a gun?"

An Qisheng's eyes were a little strange, and he had no idea how this monk's brain circuit grew.

"No."

Huiguo shook his head: "Without grudges, how could Mr. An kill me?"

An Qisheng was unmoved, and the long spear was still pointed at his brow:

"Then why did you attack me before?"

Hui Guo hesitated:

"It's a long story."

The spear trembled, and An Qisheng asked:

"Then speak slowly."

"What the little monk means is that we sit down and talk slowly."

Hui Guo stretched out her hand and gently pressed the tip of the spear. The cold iron spear was slightly hot to the touch at this time. After firing the spear several times, the spear that had not been fired actually started firing.

Phew~

An Qisheng put away his spear and suddenly smiled:

"Little monk, you are very interesting."

He had already vaguely guessed that the young monk's sudden attack on him was probably to test whether he was used to the Heaven-seizing Spiritual Sutra.

After a fight, it was discovered that he had not practiced this skill before he stopped.

"Both of you, are you done with the fight?"

At this time, Dongmen Ruocai spoke cautiously.

Zhao Yanyan stood silently, looking at An Qisheng with very surprised eyes.

From what she sensed, the internal strength of the big gun-wielding man was not very strong, at least not to the point of condensing the true energy. However, she did not expect that he could actually fight Hui Guo without losing.

You must know that although Longxiang Dharma Temple has declined, its inherited martial arts is still among the best in the world, with few opponents at the same level.

"No fight, no fight."

Huiguo shook his head.

The solemn atmosphere before was actually dissipated.

Dongmenruo felt a little weird in his heart, but he was quickly relieved.

Huiguo is called the Evil Monk rather than the Demon Monk because he is just a human being with quirks and is not a demonic person.

If his actions fall into the devil's path, the Longxiang Dharma Temple with only two people cannot protect him at all.

He had already been killed by a group of heroes.

How could he be allowed to walk openly and honestly in Dafeng?

The sky dimmed, and outside the cottage under the afterglow, a few people randomly found a clean place to sit down.

An Qisheng said in a bad tone:

"Little monk, you can speak now."

"well."

Hui Guo sighed: "It's a long story."

An Qisheng's temples jumped:

"Then let's make a long story short!"

"This starts with the inheritance of our Longxiang Dharma Temple."

Little monk Huiguo sighed again:

"Seven hundred years ago, our Longxiang Dharma Temple was once glorious. Later, we encountered the spirit-stealing demon and almost ended our inheritance. According to the young monk's wishes, if it is broken, it will be broken.

However, the patriarch of Xiao Monk's lineage was expelled from the school, and he still remembered it. After that, he took up the inheritance of Longxiang Dharma Temple alone. After several battles, the patriarch knew that he was not the opponent of the soul-stealing demon, so he turned to Daewoo at that time for help. gun owner

Somehow, the Daewoo Spear Master was persuaded by him and killed the Soul Seizing Demon, but the Soul Seizing Demon Technique was passed down."

Hui Guo calmly recounted what happened seven hundred years ago, her expression extremely calm.

During his narration, several people gradually learned the reason why Hui Guo tested An Qisheng.

"This relic was left by the ancestor."

Huiguo opened his palm and found a red relic:

"This relic was originally black. Once it meets the successor of Tianyi Seizing Spirit Sutra, it will glow red. This is why the young monk tested the donor."

"Tian Yi Seizes the Spiritual Sutra"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo looked at An Qisheng and became wary.

Although they had never heard of this, they also learned from Hui Guo that this martial art was very strange and terrifying. Not only could it absorb other people's skills, but it could also be reborn through reincarnation.

"Donor An is not the successor of the Soul Seizing Scripture. His internal energy is pure and without any impurities. It is definitely not derived from others."

Huiguo pinched the red relic and felt a little confused:

"Perhaps this relic is too old."

An Qisheng was speechless.

The young monk's perception was indeed not wrong, but he did practice the Tianyi Seizing Spiritual Sutra, but he did not seize other people's inner power.

He was just a little surprised.

A piece of relic left seven hundred years ago can still be used seven hundred years later. The old monk is afraid that his realm has reached an incredible level.

As for such people, the Master Seizing Soul, who was helpless, was easily killed by the Daewoo Gun Master.

What kind of realm is the realm of heaven and man?

"The young monk's donkey is gone and he has to buy another one. See you all, donors."

Huiguo patted the non-existent dust on the monk's robe, got up and walked into the night that had completely sunk in with her mango shoes:

"In this bandit's den, the young monk only took half a tael of money to buy a donkey, and the rest was given to the donor An."

The words floated freely.

The figure has disappeared.

"This little monk"

An Qisheng stroked the cold body of the gun and sighed inwardly:

“I can only look for another opportunity.”

Originally, he wanted to use this identity to show off his soul-stealing demon skills this time to divert the attention of the six doors, but when he met such a young monk, his plan came to nothing.

If he had shown the skill of Tianyi Seizing the Spiritual Sutra before, I am afraid that Huiguo would have fought with him to death by now.

"Brother An"

Dongmen Ruogang was about to speak.

An Qisheng's eyes suddenly condensed, and under the crimson moonlight, a person gradually approached.