Since Huanxi Monk's external achievements have been great, from the outside to the inside, this is the first time that someone has let his palms feel the pain. Last time, Sun Yifeng just made him feel the burning sensation.

The ability of the monk Huanxi was on his palms, and his lightness skills were really average. After being hit by Zhang Ziling with a punch, he did not go up again but stood there and looked at him.

"Big Buddha, I think you are in pain when you look at these guys every day." Zhang Ziling said to the Big Buddha.

The Buddha is neither angry nor happy, solemn and dignified!

"I'll help you."

"What are you going to do!" the happy monk roared.

"Of course, you have destroyed your Vajra Sect." After Zhang Ziling said that, he punched the big Buddha under his feet.

After the smash, Zhang Ziling landed directly and said to the Hu Ji, "Do you guys hide, don't hurt you. I will watch the Demon Dance later."

The Hu Ji took the tyranny of the monk Huanxiu and did not dare to move, but when the Buddha began to split into pieces and the stone wood-made body fell to the ground, the Hu Ji Ji ran out of the hall in panic.

Because no one pays attention to them anymore, the monk now just wants to break the neck of the person in front of him.

The monks rushed up with a roar. They always naively thought that so many people could kill Zhang Ziling.

But most of the innocence in this world are defeated by reality.

The monk who rushed forward greeted him was Zhang Ziling's palm.

When the palm comes out, there is a dragon roar!

The hot energy directly killed the monk in front, and the monks following him were not much better. They felt like a flying dragon passed by, and then they were all washed away by the energy.

After falling to the ground, I struggled for a few times and then there was no movement.

The remaining monks did not dare to step forward, and the monk Huanxi slapped Zhang Ziling with his palm.

Vajra Prajna Palm!

This set of palm techniques is originally one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, but due to its lack of internal strength, although it is a top-level palm technique, it is difficult to reach the top.

However, after Huo Foreword Tuo arrived in the Western Regions, he spent his whole life working hard. He used this set of palm techniques from the outside to the inside, and now he can practice it until the end and then be hard and soft.

Zhang Ziling used his fist to his palm!

I didn't expect that this fat monk's palm seemed strong but contained soft power. If he was accidentally twisted by soft power, this arm might be ruined.

But Zhang Ziling's boxing skills are not ordinary martial arts.

He tried the fat monk's softness and fist style only went hard and fierce!

"Subduing Dragon!"

The happy monk flew out five or six steps before he completely removed his strength and stepped on his monk's shoes.

"Come on me! If he doesn't die, we will never live!" The monk shouted.

The monks finally rushed towards Zhang Ziling.

"You are really a bunch of guys who remember to eat but not beat them." Zhang Ziling jumped directly into them.

He fisted and freely, and one monk would die with one hand and one punch. In the end, the monks had no intention of resisting, but Zhang Ziling still had no intention of letting them go.

He didn't stop until he killed the last monk.

The monk Huanxi took advantage of this time to recover his physical strength. He would divide life and death within three moves of fighting with others. Because the physical strength he consumed for each move was too great, and today he only had a few moves to fight Zhang Ziling, but it cost him a lot.

"If you don't have to recover, I'll wait." Zhang Ziling looked at him and said. "You'll be dead without any worries.

Those girls, stop crying. After killing this fat monk, I will send you home after you dance. Don’t worry, I am the most trustworthy person.”

"Whoever dies and whoever dies is alive! Not necessarily!" The monk hurried over and rushed over again.

His five fingers become claws, and this time he used the powerful Vajra finger.

This is the ability of the monk Huanxi. Now he is going to fight Zhang Ziling for life.

"Huh! Hoho!"

He inhales and exhales with red eyes.

I saw that the fat all over his body was shaking like rhythm.

Wu Finger directly thought about Zhang Ziling's claws. He was confident that as long as he grabbed Zhang Ziling, the battle would be over.

Hundred miles away

"Yang Erlang, have you ever killed someone before?" Liu Wu said to Yang Guo.

"Killed." Yang Guo nodded and replied.

"We will be stationed outside Bailong Villa tonight, and we will go up Bailong Mountain tomorrow morning." Liu Bao said.

"Boy, that's called Baituo Mountain!" Ouyang Feng said coldly.

Since entering the Western Regions, he has become less talkative.

He was stunned for most of the time. Seeing this, Yang Guo took care of him meticulously, worried about something unexpected happening to him.

Yang Guo smiled apologetically at Liu Bao, but Liu Bao didn't say anything.

"Why don't we go up the mountain tonight?" Cao Xiaojiao asked. He was also full of thoughts along the way.

"The president asked us to wait for him." Liu Bao said.

He didn't like Cao Xiaojiao very much, he could feel Cao Xiaojiao's hostility towards him.

At this time, they had already learned that the world would enter the Western Regions. There was a woman sitting on the throne of the Blood Sword Sect, and she was still a very beautiful woman.

She had long red hair and was covered with weird tattoos.

"There will be bad people in this world." The second disciple said.

"So what, just kill them all." The third disciple sneered. "Master, I'll bring their heads back with me with three hundred people."

They were talking about a tall and thin monk, a man dressed in a literati, and a fat monk who was one size smaller than the Happy Monk, holding a thick and long vajra in his hand.

The three of them walked in.

"Who are you? You dare to trek into my Blood Sword Sect."

"Amitabha, the Khan is worried that you are not the opponent of the World Association, so I will ask me to help you with the fist." The tall and thin monk Baoxiang was solemn.

Everyone in the Blood Sword Sect glared at me, and the third disciple stood up and said, "Shank you? I don't recognize it..."

boom!

The vajra came towards him and smashed the three disciples into a pile of mud.

"Master, am I doing the right thing?" Darba asked after smashing the person to death.

"Yes." Jin Lun nodded and looked at the woman on the throne and said, "Let the blood knife come out."

"Hehehehe...Golden Wheel, I didn't expect you to come." A hoarse and weird voice sounded, and a hunched man walked out of the throne.

As soon as he came out, the woman on the throne stood up immediately.

"Blood Knife! I'm here with a thousand iron cavalry, so listen to me if I do it." Jin Lun said to him.

"Yes, but how do you know where the World Club is?" The Blood Sword Ancestor asked coldly, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.

"There are our spies among them!" Jin Lun said coldly.

"Then let's listen to you." The Blood Knife Ancestor stopped the woman in his arms, and the girl lay on his legs like a cat.

Huo Duduo looked at the girl, and the Blood Knife Ancestor looked at him and said, "Do you like it?"

Huo Du said with a smile, "Xiao Wang dare not ask for things from the ancestor."

"Since you know, just look at it twice." The Blood Sword Ancestor said coldly. "Otherwise, the Ancestor will kill you!"

After the Blood Sword Ancestor finished speaking, Jin Lun pushed Huo Du away.

Huo Du flashed three or four steps, and there was a blood mark on his neck.
Chapter completed!