Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"Is it necessary for me to answer you?" Nan Feng does not compete and does not want to explain. He is not the villain who likes to expose his weaknesses in the movie. As long as someone asks, he will show his trump card. Jing also doesn't think that the sweeper can turn the tables, but is it necessary?

"What a terrifying palm, actually splitting the earth!"

"Who is that master, who can actually compete with that Nanfeng, why have you never seen it in the temple?"

"Alas! They are all martial arts practitioners, why is the difference so big!"

Outside the martial arts field, Shaolin monks and heroes arrived one after another.

"Bald donkey, if that's the only thing you can do, then drink your hatred!" Nanfeng Bujing spread his palms again, looking coldly at the monk, wanting to decide the outcome with one move.

"Donor wait!"

"Hmm! (⊙_⊙)"

Tiangang Lion Roar!Ahhh! ! !

Listening to Sweeping Monk's words, Nanfeng Bujing gave an instinctive meal, but saw Sweeping Monk's belly drumming fiercely, followed by a loud and harsh voice, Nanfeng Bujing only felt a pain in both ears, secretly said a treacherous voice, and hurriedly lucked out. Air protects the body.

Xuanyin Shield!

Nan Feng Bujing's infuriating energy changed rapidly, and immediately used the "Xuanyin Shield" specially designed to restrain the sound wave power. The hard blue bricks were also cracked. Even if they were separated by hundreds of meters, everyone who came to watch the fun felt a splitting headache, and those with low skill rolled over.

"Bald donkey, you are courting death!"

Nanfeng Bujing, who had been swept away by the monk, was furious. He didn't expect that this old fellow looked like an eminent monk, but he was such a thief, but Nanfeng Bujing thought about it and felt that something was wrong. The strength lies in the ability to group functions. Unless the sound waves are condensed into a line, it will not have much lethality to the masters of the same level. It is impossible for this old guy to not know this, could it be...

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In a secret room of Shaolin Temple, with the vibration of sound waves, several pairs of eyes suddenly opened.

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God kills regret!

Tathagata Nirvana!

"boom!"

Extremely tricky, swallowing dust for several miles, four wild Lingyi, in the smoke and dust, five figures shook each other with thunder.

quite a while.The dust has settled!The martial arts field was full of devastation, as if summoning divine punishment, only five people stood with their backs facing each other, each injured.

"Cough cough..."Tathagata's Palm" is really good!" Nanfeng Bujing spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the few people who had surrounded him with no fear on his face. Possessing a sea of ​​air that is unattainable for ordinary people, among the same rank, there are rare rivals.But fortune and misfortune depend on each other, success is also the original embryo, and failure is also the original embryo!It is precisely because of the massive amount of zhenqi accumulated in "Saint Demon's Origin Fetal", it will be countless times more difficult than ordinary people to purify the zhenqi.Right now, Nanfeng Bujing's infuriating qi is huge, but its quality is still worse than innate qi. In addition, the spiritual qi in the Tianlong world is not sufficient, which makes Nanfeng not competing in "Bingjia Wujing. Scroll of God" Its power is difficult to use to its full potential, so I suffered a dull loss during the battle just now.

The four unknown monks also coughed a few times in succession, watching Nanfeng not competing in disbelief.After a long time, the sweeping monk just sighed and said, "The benefactor's divine power is unparalleled in the world, it is really only seen in his life, the old monk admires, admires..."

"You're not bad, bald donkey, it's the first time I've come here..."

Before Nan Feng Bujing finished speaking, the big monk with a face full of flesh shouted angrily, "Who is the bald donkey talking about? Believe it or not, Lord Buddha, I will kill you!"

The oldest monk, who seemed to be the oldest, chanted a Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, the four monks are empty, it's just a false name, why should you worry about the third one!"

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Outside the venue, everyone was dumbfounded and speechless.In an instant, the martial arts field was smashed to pieces by Nanfeng Bujing and the four monks. Looking at the blackened ground, everyone had only one thought in their hearts: "What a terrifying destructive power! That's all it is, isn't it?"

Xuan Mie shook the dust off his body and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother Xuanjing, let's step back! This Nanfeng is too tyrannical to compete with the four masters, and he may be accidentally injured by staying here!" As he spoke, he pointed to the west.

Seeing that there was a gap of several meters in the west wall of the Yanwu Arena, it was clearly visible even if it was several miles apart. Xuanjing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought, "Fortunately, the strength of their attack is biased towards the west, if..."

Thinking of this, Xuanjing couldn't help but shuddered and said, "What Junior Brother said is very true. If I wait for this, it may affect the performance of several masters. It is better to retreat first and wait for the result."

"Yes, let's go, hurry up..."

Those martial arts practitioners were also quite frightened. Although this kind of earth-shattering duel was rare in a century, it was not as precious as one's own life. That kind of power was like destroying the world, not to mention scaring the baby to death, just scaring the grandfather to death. Not surprisingly, except for a few martial arts practitioners who were fond of martial arts who were unwilling to leave, everyone else retreated.

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Outside the field, Nanfeng Bujing and a few people didn't care, they were all condensed as the enemy in front of them and secretly adjusted their breaths. After a while, Nanfeng Bujing's eyes shot a cold light, saying: "Several monks, next , I will use all my strength! You guys have to be careful not to die!" As the four monks watched in amazement, Nan Feng Bujing took out an alloy long knife and an alloy long sword from the inner space, the sword in his hand. , Nanfeng Bujing's aura was even colder, and the expressions of the four monks sank.

"What a murderous aura!"

The four monks looked at each other, and the floor-sweeping monk said solemnly: "Amitabha! The donor has fallen into a demonic barrier, and the old man will help the donor to liberate the other side!" After saying this, the golden light on his body suddenly skyrocketed.

"Oh hahaha! After talking so much, I'm not going to fight, brother, kill him!" The burly monk laughed wildly, picked up the "Golden Bell Cover", and rushed over to Nanfeng Bujing.

Seeing a few monks move, Nanfeng Bujing raised his sword and slashed horizontally. The sword is the courage of soldiers, and the sword is the emperor of a hundred soldiers. The sweeping monk and the burly monk in "King Kong's Indestructible Magical Art" and "Golden Bell Cover" were also scratched by their strong sword energy, and they did not dare to use their flesh and body to forcefully connect them. , with an intriguing smile on his face.

"Take the weapon!"

Nan Feng did not compete with one move to force the four monks to retreat, and with his backhand he threw eighteen weapons, including knives, spears, swords, and sticks, from the space.

"..."

The four monks watched Nanfeng Bujing retreat to the side, and then looked at the weapons on the ground. For a moment, they did not understand how Nanfeng Bujing did it, and why they gave them these opponents weapons!

Seeing that the few people did not make the next move, Nanfeng Bujing said proudly: "What I want is a battle of brilliance, the blade on the ground is of the same material as the sword in my hand, they can take it themselves, today! If you want to lose, but also let you be defeated!"

"Little white face is so arrogant, today the Buddha will let you see what the wrath of the King Kong is!" The burly monk heard the words, grabbed a mace with the thickness of an ordinary person's wrist, and smashed the ground into a large one with a wave. pit.

The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name without saying much, and went forward to pick up a long stick. The eldest old monk with white eyebrows chose a long sword, while the "little monk" who looked handsome did not choose one. Weapons, he practiced Shaolin's most powerful "Tathagata Palms", his hands are his best weapons.

"Very good, do as long as you can!"