The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon, and everything moves to generate momentum.

Momentum is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

The big man who controls the situation is like a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon entering the clouds.

When Zhong Sheng made a move, the Maitreya messenger immediately noticed a strange momentum.

The three incense altars of Sangong, Fenxiang and Wuxin, there are absolutely no such terrifying characters.

A thought popped into his mind, "There are people coming from Hangu Pass."

That's right, only by killing Princess Jialuo and the three thousand skinned ghosts can we have such a terrifying momentum.

A punch to the head, straight forward, and the strength accumulates in sequence.

When he arrived in front of the Maitreya messenger, the power accumulated in his fists had reached an earth-shattering level.

The Maitreya messenger raised his hands and clenched his fists in response. It seemed to be an understatement, but in fact he was a little panicked.

Where did it go?

As soon as Maitreya Messenger pressed on Zhong Sheng's chest, the power was about to explode, and then he felt his palm was empty.

That white lotus is an illusion caused by the low-level operation of the ancient sword, but it is a real attack.

The time it takes for a punch to strike is just the blink of an eye.

But if you don’t use all your strength, how can you withstand a fierce sudden attack?

Boom!

Zhong Sheng raised his hand to grasp the emptiness of the air, seeming to be rippling an existing tree vine.

I stared at Fan Fu with blood on my shoulders, looking up and down, "Which path does he belong to, Ming Chuan, Wu Nuo, or Li Dao?"

Zhong Sheng, the master, displayed the swordsmanship of pressing the bottom of the box, and moved the sword like the wind.

The jingling bells jingled and the white lotus spun was frustrated, and it became messy.

I spread my hands and flexed my fingers, popping up towards this piece of white lotus.

The Maitreya messenger's arm suddenly swelled a few inches, grasped the flaw, and hit Fan Fu hard on the chest.

Zhong Sheng was about to step into the past, when suddenly...

For living beings that travel on land, the power of elephants is first; for those that travel by water, the power of dragons is first.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked around and saw corpses everywhere, including the yellow scarf warrior he had just seen.

For those who were hit, their bones and muscles were broken, their internal organs exploded, and their fur, flesh, and blood were reduced to dust.

That is the terrifying power and the power of the holy image contained in the palm of the Maitreya messenger.

A neat monk's robe was instantly stretched into strips of rags when his muscles swelled.

He is so shirtless.

Such a terrifying force can definitely be an enemy.

"Escape from the Earth."

A man from nearby came to report hastily, "Incense Master, no murderer broke into the formation and killed the deputy incense master."

Zhong Sheng landed on the ground with both feet and blasted all his power into the opponent's body.

Maitreya Messenger's fists bulged instantly, and the huge bulges traveled along the skin and along the arms to the shoulders.

A white lotus suddenly bloomed on the ground on your feet, with petals blooming in layers, forming a spiraling blade.

Zhong Sheng was not surprised. Is there really no way to be invincible?

"Boom!"

Zhong Shengshang consciously raised his head and looked at the opponent's shoulder. The wound that had just been exploded was now scabbed, like a dark red patch. So...

Swish, brush, brush.

Being able to block Zhong Sheng's ancient sword is a miracle.

Fan Fu decisively put away the ancient sword and moved forward. Zhong Sheng judged this, and the ancient sword drew a white rainbow and stabbed for more than ten steps.

It exploded with a bang, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

However, although he could block the sword's edge, he could not block the force poured into the sword's tip, causing severe pain to his bones.

From the pair of punches just now, it cannot be judged that Maitreya Messenger's hand-to-hand combat skills are extremely weak.

The Maitreya messenger looked at the seven roads and saw figures behind him, in front, right and left, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

The surroundings were obviously empty, but I caught a huge rebound force born out of the sky.

The ground shook twice, and the three men present staggered instantly.

It is worth mentioning that the ‘dragon’ outside is still a snake, also known as Naka.

The Maitreya messenger was using his bare hands, but he got the upper hand. A pair of fleshy palms were intertwined so tightly that it was breathable.

In order to show off, he just put on the monk's robe and it was too late to take it off again.

"It's so tough, even a little elephant's skin is so tough!"

The answer came out, and I disappeared into thin air one after another. I burrowed into the ground and hid.

brush

"It hurts, why does it hurt so much?"

I seized the opportunity and stabbed the Maitreya Messenger twice, then slowly moved out of the way.

My ancient sword is extremely sharp and specializes in breaking evil spells, but it can even pierce the oily skin of the Messenger of Maitreya.

The eight altar masters looked at each other, who is that person, who can break into the Xiangji Formation?

I had no time to dodge, but my legs were blown off by the lotus flower, and violent cuts followed one after another.

The face of the incense owner at the incense altar turned pale, and he seemed to be the same person.

Ding-dang-dang, the fingers collided with the blade of the sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Zhong Sheng must deal with it with all his concentration. If he pays even a little attention and his fingertips pass by, he will gouge out my eyeballs.

I tasted the air around me with the tip of my tongue, but I still didn't notice the rise and fall of the clock.

The Maitreya Messenger raised his arms subconsciously. His waist was about as thick as that of a strong man, and his skin was glowing with a platinum-gold oil.

Several white lines rose up and surrounded Maitreya Messenger, sometimes pulling away and sometimes getting closer.

It was obvious to the onlookers that it was the Eight Gong Altar Master who saw Zhong Sheng emerging from the ground with the sword behind him and the person in front.

The Maitreya Messenger was roaring in his heart. Although his skin was broken, the tip of the sword touched his flesh, like a steel needle stabbing hard, and the pain penetrated into his bones.

At the last moment, the Maitreya Messenger felt a warning sign in his heart, and the seed suddenly appeared.

The swords moved like a revolving door, slicing the Maitreya messenger's legs, causing fire to scatter.

Buddhism advocates the power of dragons and elephants, and those who do not have the "Ten Powers" are called the best, that is, the power of ten dragons and ten elephants.

Fan Fu moved his palms and pinched his numb fingertips, "Bai Bald, come and take his life."

But you dared to have an attack. Just now Zhong Sheng punched the Maitreya messenger monk's robe to pieces, leaving rags all over the sky.

At the last moment, the tip of the sword pierced the arm, slightly concave, but did not break the skin.

Zhong Sheng pulled out the ancient sword and stood facing the Maitreya messenger.

"It's all yes."

We are even thinking about how to seduce the tiger and devour the wolf and let Zhong Sheng and Maitreya Messenger fight each other.

The few pieces of material standing next to them were all worried and discouraged.

"Uncomfortable, uncomfortable."

Surprises rang out all around. When the eight men and horses saw this, their comrades were killed one by one, and they were not afraid.

Maitreya Messenger took a deep breath, and his body expanded several times in an instant, and the sound of tearing cloth could be heard.

Zhong Sheng disappeared instantly...

Maitreya Messenger suddenly realized that Zhong Sheng didn't have that move yet.

Huge force was poured into his fist, and he straightened up to meet Zhong Sheng's punch.

The Maitreya messenger pushed hard, forcing Fan Fu to stagger forward a few steps.

Zhong Sheng’s thoughtful words reveal the essence of my martial art, the blood of elephant skin and dragon.

"Oops!"

All of that was done by the Maitreya messenger with his bare hands.

"Are you deceived? How did I emerge from the ground?"

To cultivate the dragon-elephant divine power, you need to start from two aspects, the elephant power trains the skin, and the dragon power trains the blood.

Targets include only the eye sockets, throat, heart and other vital parts.

Just now, my body swelled up in one breath, my strength was small, and I was able to use swords and guns, so I had mastered elephant skin training.

Weak enemy, strong enemy!

It is no exaggeration to say that there is even a corpse in a circle, they are all fragmented and complete remains.
Chapter completed!