Chapter 633

"Xuanming doesn't ask the reason. As long as he is in the Jianghu and has a bad reputation, he will fight when he meets him. Therefore, xuanming has always been restricted by fahua temple. If xuanming is not a strong Taoist, fahua temple may even imprison him."

After listening to Qin xiangtian's introduction, Shen Lang looked at xuanming with great interest. Such extreme people are often martial arts talents, because only such persistent people can go further on the road of martial arts.

Xuanming walked down the steps step by step, his momentum rising, as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father, and his eyes stared at Qin xiangtian.

Qin xiangtian is not afraid of the gods. He calmly looks at xuanming. On the whole continent of gods, Qin xiangtian is really not afraid of anyone except those major forces and hidden old monsters. Although xuanming is not weak in the Jianghu, it is still unknown which is stronger or weaker.

Click!!!

The ground under xuanming's feet cracked inch by inch and spread around like a spider's web.

Qin xiangtian's clothes fluttered and the hunting exploded. Their momentum kept colliding in the air. Some fallen leaves on the ground were blown around.

An invisible barrier radiated in front of Shen waves, easily blocking the afterwaves of the collision between Qin xiangtian and xuanming momentum.

Shen Lang and others did not intervene, but quietly stood aside and watched their battle.

The little monk of fahua Temple saw Qin xiangtian and xuanming move their hands, quickly turned and ran to the depths of the temple and reported to the top.

Boom!!!

Xuanming and Qin xiangtian reached the peak of their momentum and hit one punch one after another. The two punches collided in the air. A terrible momentum broke out between them.

The place where Shen Lang and others were at this time was an ambulatory. There were painted red columns on both sides of the ambulatory. Under the aftershock of the two people, they cracked, crumbled and would collapse at any time.

Qin xiangtian and xuanming didn't care where it was, but their bodies changed rapidly and began to fight fiercely.

Qin xiangtian's fists are wrapped in Green Qi. Each fist has great power, but xuanming is not weak. Xuanming cultivates a powerful fist technique "Vajra fist" of fahua temple. It is said that Vajra fist was created by the most powerful ancestor of fahua temple in his later years. Although it is not the ultimate martial arts, it is also the top.

Those who practice Vajra boxing must have a firm attitude all the time and should not have any distractions in their hearts. In fahua temple, except for the strongest ancestor, only two monks have successfully practiced Vajra boxing. The two eminent monks who have practiced Vajra boxing are people with exquisite Buddhism. They can practice only to protect fahua temple and make great wishes.

However, xuanming relies on his extreme hatred. Only his hatred for the people of the devil road goes to two extremes with the two eminent monks, but at the end of the extremes, they are firm beliefs and come to the same goal by different ways. Therefore, xuanming can cultivate Vajra boxing.

Every fist of xuanming looks like angry King Kong. Originally, xuanming has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is like the Dharma protector King Kong of Buddhism. At this time, it's like King Kong is alive.

Looking at the fierce battle between them, Yuan Zhenyang and others behind Shen Lang were watching attentively. Only Shen Lang looked into the distance with his eyes and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Bang bang!!!

The pillars on both sides of the cloister finally couldn't bear the aftermath of the battle between Qin xiangtian and xuanming, and collapsed. Hundreds of meters of the cloister pushed Jinshan down the jade pillar, and a piece of dust rose, covering the surrounding buildings with a gray veil.

Shen Lang and others didn't move at their feet. All the bricks and tiles were blown away by their true Qi, which didn't affect them at all.

Qin xiangtian's right hand crossed his chest and hit xuanming with a powerful punch. The shocked xuanming kept retreating. At this time, Qin xiangtian quickly sealed his hands, and a huge gold seal suddenly hit xuanming.

Xuanming ejected a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down.

"Imperial seal"

This is a very powerful skill in the Heart Sutra of Emperor Qin. At this time, it was played by Qin xiangtian. Its power is very terrible. Among the strong people of the Tao, Qin xiangtian's strength is definitely the top.

"Stop."

When xuanming was defeated by Qin xiangtian, a loud cry came from afar, and then a round of Buddhist seal with the word "zhe" fell from the sky and shrouded Qin xiangtian.

At this time, Qin xiangtian, because he had just used the emperor seal, his true Qi had not recovered, and he was simply unable to resist the Buddha seal.

Boom!!!

A powerful feather arrow suddenly shot out from behind Shen lang. before the seal of the Buddha fell, it was broken by an arrow and dissipated between heaven and earth.

After the Buddha's seal was broken, an old monk with white beard and white eyebrows came quickly from a distance. The monk had the same distance between every step, but his seemingly unpleasant step came to Shen Lang and others in the blink of an eye.

"Almsgivers, please calm down. It was xuanming who bumped into several almsgivers because of our poor discipline in fahua temple."

Shen Lang stood there quietly all the time. The old monk came here at the beginning of Qin xiangtian's fight with xuanming, but he didn't do it until xuanming was defeated by Qin xiangtian.

Qin xiangtian looked at the old monk badly, but Qin xiangtian unexpectedly didn't do it, as if he was very afraid of the old monk.

"Who are you?"

Li Zong slowly put down his Zhentian bow and asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, I'm the first martial arts hall in fahua temple. I felt xuanming fighting with benefactor Qin when I was nearby just now, so I rushed here. Alas, it's still a little late, but benefactor Qin wasn't hurt, otherwise my fahua temple can't explain to the Qin family."

The old monk lowered his eyelids and sighed.

"Elder martial brother, Qin xiangtian's hands are covered with blood and his body is full of evil debts. I want to transform him on behalf of the Buddha."

Xuanming, with blood on his mouth, stood behind the old monk, with blood red eyes and roared.

"Presumptuous, xuanming, benefactor Qin is the brother of the Qin family leader. You are so rude today. Where do you put our fahua temple?"

The old monk glared angrily at xuanming and scolded him.

Although xuanming is jealous of evil, it doesn't mean he has no reason. After the old monk's reprimand, xuanming glared at Qin xiangtian, not in words.

Just as the old monk made amends to Shen Lang and others, another group of monks came in the distance, and the little monk who went to report was also among them, following behind the monks.

Some of the monks are kind-hearted, some look cold, and some have no expression. However, the monks are almost dressed, all wearing blood red cassocks, but the crystal stones inlaid on them are different.