"How shameless."
"Do you think you are Yue Buqun?"
Xiang Wentian’s words immediately aroused public anger.
Master Fang Zheng was even more embarrassed.
"Good tricks, Mr. Xiang."
Master Fang Zheng walked out.
Although he didn’t believe that Xiang Wentian could kill him within ten moves.
But he vaguely felt that this was a trap.
As for what kind of trap it was.
He didn’t know at all.
"Please…"
Xiang Wentian made a gesture of invitation.
His posture was extremely leisurely.
As if he was facing an opponent of a different level.
"Just watch."
Fang Zheng’s true energy condensed.
He walked slowly and made progress.
Just when everyone thought that Fang Zheng was using his most proud Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm.
Roar!
It was the Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar.
It was unexpected.
It cracked people’s eardrums.
The most terrifying thing was that there were dozens of stick monks not far behind Xiang Wentian.
They would also be within the coverage of the Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar.
Fang Zheng’s move distinguished the enemy from the enemy.
However, the sound waves generated by the Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar instantly covered Xiang Wentian.
Xiang Wentian did not move at all.
Even the corner of his clothes did not move.
On the contrary, the stick monks behind Xiang Wentian were caught off guard, and their blood was churning, and they retreated one after another.
Those with weaker skills even had bleeding ears.
Although they were not fatal, the subsequent recuperation was also very exhausting.
"How cruel 500."
Xiang Wentian sighed.
He knew this kind of bald donkey too well.
Knowing that Fang Zheng would never let him go.
And if they wanted to take down Xiang Wentian at the lowest cost, sneak attack was undoubtedly the best choice.
"Such power!"
The failure of the Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar made Fang Zheng realize that Xiang Wentian’s power was beyond imagination.
"First move."
Xiang Wentian shouted.
The man disappeared.
Only a few people on the scene could keep up with the rhythm, and their heads turned to Fang Zheng.
The others were either confused or shocked.
Bang!
Then they only saw a cassock filled with true energy holding up Xiang Wentian.
Directly supporting Xiang Wentian in the air.
"Cassock Demon Subduing Power?"
Xiang Wentian was not surprised, but only mocked.
Then he just spit out his strength.
The cassock shattered.
The true qi exploded like a balloon, making a loud noise.
In just a moment, Xiang Wentian had already soared into the air, and at the same time, a huge palm of qi descended from the sky to kill him.
Boom!
Fang Zheng didn’t dare to take it.
He suddenly bounced back.
But the ground he was on was in trouble.
It exploded directly into a hole three feet deep and nearly ten feet wide.A huge pit (cccb).
Xiang Wentian, whose second attack missed, did not delay for a second and entangled with him like a ghost.
His body movements were a bit strange this time.
One second he was as agile as a raccoon cat rolling.
The next second he was as light as a crane flapping its wings.
Floating left and right, interlaced.
It made it impossible to accurately grasp Xiang Wentian’s specific location.
Just when Fang Zheng had no way to avoid it, a terrifying, suffocating black curtain appeared out of thin air.
This black curtain seemed to represent death and darkness.
The breath it exuded was eerie and strange.
It actually distorted all the scenes covered by the black curtain.
Like a ghost domain.
Like the Ten Thousand Things.
Fang Zheng kept his mind tightly, and the Yi Jin Jing, which was infinitely close to the eighth level, burst out.
Thousand-handed Tathagata?
At this moment, Fang Zheng used the simplest and most proud martial arts to evolve the Thousand Hands, covering and attacking indiscriminately.
But all this became a mirage in the dark.
All were swallowed up.
All were dissolved.
This is the power of the Star Absorbing Art to the extreme, even the light is swallowed up.
It is also the first performance of Xiang Wentian’s comprehension of the Star Absorbing Art to the extreme.
The power of Gu Santong is pure.
And it is the mystery of touching a higher realm.
Xiang Wentian has no confidence.
But Fang Zheng is different.
This old bald donkey has been scheming all his life, and in the end, because his heart is not pure, he has never found his lifelong martial arts.
So far, he is not the real martial arts master that Yue Buqun said.
If it weren’t for his nearly seventy years of pure skills.
If it weren’t for his Yijinjing reaching the top in hundreds of years.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to force Xiang Wentian to use his trump card.
However.
Now everything should be over.
Xingxing Dafa – Reversal!
After swallowing countless palm shadows and absorbing Fangzheng’s Qi.
Xiang Wentian combined the power of the two into one finger. (To read the exciting novel, go to Fulu Novel Network!)
A pure finger.
A finger that points directly to the essence of martial arts and the root of life.
Point it.
The Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm was broken layer by layer.
The protective Qi was also broken.
Hmph…
Everything of Fangzheng was forced to drop.
The heart was also hit.
With a muffled groan, he retreated eleven steps.
"Hahaha…"
"Thank you for your advice!"
Xiang Wentian turned around and floated away.
Before everyone could react, his last words had floated to him: "Qian Shou Fang Zheng, why not do this…"
At the end of his voice, there was only the memory in the valley.
Lin Zhongxiong’s face turned pale. []
He immediately took off the box behind him.
He personally handed it to the stunned Miao Shan, and then grabbed DingThe back of Xiaojia’s collar floated away.
He had just watched carefully.
Xiang Wentian’s last finger was just an ordinary Heavenly Demon Finger.
But that finger directly broke all of Fangzheng’s defenses.
In an instant, it shattered Fangzheng’s heart meridian.
At Fangzheng’s current age.
I’m afraid he won’t be able to survive tonight.
In this battle.
Northern Shaolin lost not only the former abbot.
Not only a martial arts grandmaster.
But the prestige in the martial arts world that was finally restored over the years.
So far.
As long as Xiang Wentian lives one day.
Northern Shaolin will have to live under Xiang Wentian’s demonic power.
"Uncle Master."
"Don’t show off, go back."
The four wonderful people swarmed away.
Fang Sheng, with a sad face, suppressed the whole scene.
He immediately carried his senior brother to the side room.
There were only six of them in the room.
Fang Sheng didn’t waste words.
He fed him a precious life-extending pill.
Then he used his own true qi to help dissolve it.
After a long time.
Fang Zheng finally woke up.
"I miscalculated."
Fang Zheng blamed himself.
He didn’t have high expectations for his martial arts.
But he didn’t expect that he would completely bury the prestige he had accumulated for a century in his old age.
The saddest thing was that he also sacrificed the reputation that Northern Shaolin had worked hard to rebuild for more than ten years.
"Senior brother, don’t…"
"Okay, it’s done, there’s no regrets."
Fang Sheng wanted to comfort him more, but Fang Zheng rudely suppressed the topic.
He then handed the Buddhist beads he carried with him to Fang Sheng.
Then he took out a handwritten note from the shredded clothes and handed it to Miao Di.
"This Buddhist bead is made of the relics of many eminent monks mixed with the bones of great and holy monks. It is the secret treasure of my Shaolin."
"The monks who wear it can avoid going astray to a certain extent."
"As for this handwritten note, it is the result of my years of hard work and enlightenment. You can circulate it for reference."
"I don’t have much time left. Shaolin will rely on you."
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