"Vajra is indestructible... If I were to go up, the eighteen-stick monk would probably knock me down in a minute." Qin Murong thought to herself, "Only people like Qi Kunlun can have a chance to defeat them."

Eighteen people are of equal strength, full of tacit understanding, and they are each inch long and strong. They are holding solid wooden sticks more than three meters long, forming battle formations, and serial killer moves one by one. If you change someone, you will probably be beaten by sticks in an instant.

The Eighteen Stick Monk was also extremely shocked. They just attacked together, how powerful was that? Even a piece of iron would be beaten into an iron plate, but Qi Kunlun actually supported it with only one hand and pushed it open. What a great power?

"This man is the Taoist Heavenly Lord who came to earth but could not come to earth. How could he be so strong? So outrageous!" The gatekeeper monk was also stunned.

If Qi Kunlun was a little more serious when he was fighting with him just now, he might not have even lost his life and is not at the same level at all.

Just as Qi Kunlun was about to break these stick monks, they suddenly closed them and formed a human wall, with long sticks standing in front of him like guns, blocking his way.

"It's really interesting!" Qi Kunlun squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he had discovered something very novel toy.

"Huha!"

The Eighteen Stick Monk shouted again, gathered or dispersed, flexible and free. Long sticks came out like a spirit snake, irrelevant, and antelope hung their horns.

"The Eighteen Stick Formation, which has been passed down for thousands of years in Bodhi Temple, is indeed well-known. Even Qi Kunlun, a dignified Vajra master, cannot defeat them in a short time. However, when Qi Kunlun reached this level, his physical strength was like a continuous river. In the end, the eighteen people must have exhausted their physical strength and lost it." Qin Murong was also secretly surprised at the strength of the eighteen Stick Monks after forming the battle formation. However, she had good eyesight and could tell at a glance that the other party could not hold on to Qi Kunlun.

Qi Kunlun was like a living martial arts treasure book, and he picked up all kinds of boxing techniques and opened up one by one.

He had no chance to defeat the other party in one fell swoop, because the eighteen people complement each other, even if he tried his best to deal with the wooden sticks that came to him, it would be hasty. Otherwise, what wood in the world would be worthy of his slap?

"What kind of physical strength is this person? I haven't seen any tired after fighting for so long?" The Eighteen-stick Monk also felt a little anxious, and he felt that Qi Kunlun could not be poured in and fire could not be invaded. He defended all their attacks, and his physical strength seemed to be without any consumption, which was really terrifying.

Qi Kunlun suddenly took a half step back and said calmly: "I won't play anymore."

"Stop playing? What do you mean?" After hearing this, the Eighteen-stick monk couldn't help but feel angry. He obviously looked down on them. He had been playing before?

Qi Kunlun nodded, then formed a handprint with both hands, the blood and blood in his body surged, the friction of his throat moved, and the heart and lung function was mobilized to the extreme, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Dou!"

As soon as the mantra comes out, it will stab people's eardrums.

Several monks felt their spirits shook, their eyes dazed, and they felt a sense of fear in their hearts for no reason.

After Qi Kunlun drank the truth, he immediately hugged him, and rushed in to the crowd of stick monks like a cannonball!

"Stop him!" The monks came to their senses and shouted!

Sticks stood up one by one and hit them forward!
Chapter completed!