No one could see clearly how a golden Zen stick appeared in Zen Master Maipeng's hand. As soon as it appeared in the monk's hand, he knocked a red-robed master out in one go, and hit the red-robed master's chest. A large piece of his chest collapsed, his ribs shattered, and his internal organs were shattered.
The Zen staff is in my hand, and I have it all in the world. At this time, Zen Master Maipong's momentum was not weakened at all, but became stronger. The momentum of the Zen staff waving in his hand was rolling, and the stirring wind was filled with a tingling feeling.
The red-clothed masters just now suddenly felt huge pressure. As one of them was killed by a Zen stick, the other six or seven red-clothed masters attacked even more fiercely.
However, as Zen Master Maipong held the Zen Staff, his murderous aura became more and more fierce. In the reclining Buddha Temple, there was really a reclining Buddha, dozens of feet long and golden.
While Zen Master Maipong was waving the Zen Staff in his hand, he was chanting the scriptures. The sound of chanting the scriptures became louder and louder. There seemed to be a response from the direction of the reclining Buddha, and there seemed to be a response in a trance. It was the power of the reclining Buddha that blessed Zen Master Maipong's cultivation, and the Zen Staff was waving the Zen Staff more and more.
Two or three minutes later, two more red-robed masters died under Zen Master Maipong's Zen staff. All of them were broken bones and tendons, and they died on the spot. After landing, they were silent.
Three of the seven or eight red-robed masters died within a few minutes. The remaining four red-robed masters were no longer able to survive. They were forced to retreat by the Maipeng master, and it was very difficult to resist.
There were two dull sounds of "bang" one after another. Zen Master Maipong's Zen Staff hit the heads of the two red-clothed sacrificers. One of them had his head directly off his neck, flew more than ten meters away, and hit the wall, and a ball of blood burst out. The other person's head was hit into the chest by the Zen Staff, and his legs fell on the stone floor for more than ten centimeters. Even if he died, he stood there straight. This method was violent and fierce, which was daunting.
The only two red-robed sacrificers were so scared that they were sweating coldly on their foreheads. They had lost their fighting spirit and had the urge to turn around and escape.
After killing five or six red-robed masters in succession, he was like a angrily vajra. The power of the Buddha was vigorous and powerful. Although the sound of the scriptures he recited was still continuing, it became smaller and smaller, and the response from the reclining Buddha became increasingly powerful.
Suddenly, Zen Master Maipeng's eyes suddenly widened, and two golden lights shot out from his eyes and fell on the only two red-robed sacrificial masters.
At that moment, the two red-robed head-stricken masters paused, as if they were falling into an ice cave, but they stood there but couldn't move, as if they were shrouded in an invisible murderous intent, and their whole body was numb.
Immediately afterwards, Zen Master Maipong shook his body and came to one of the Red-robed Masters again. A Zen staff fell on his chest again and knocked him away. The Zen staff shook and was about to hit the last Red-robed Master, suddenly, an invisible murderous intent immediately locked onto Maipong's body, causing his body to pause.
There are actually experts hiding here?
In order to quickly kill these red-robed masters, Zen Master Maipeng triggered the supreme mind power on the reclining Buddha and blessed himself. He wanted to deal with these red-robed masters as soon as possible, and there was nothing to threaten him. The rest was the guy named Songen. He looked pretty good in cultivation, but he was definitely not his opponent. If he fought alone with him, Zen Master Maipeng even felt that he would kill him within twenty moves.
Therefore, with one move, almost all seven or eight red-robed surrender masters were killed. After the terrifying Buddha power was removed, his strength would become a stable state.
However, Zen Master Maipong never expected that Songen would bring a stronger master here.
The Zen Staff shook, and Zen Master Maipong looked at a place with a strong energy. Soon, he saw a sacrificial master wearing a purple robe suddenly appearing in his sight. His figure was as fast as lightning, floating directly from the roof of the temple, holding a long knife in his hand, and slashing towards him.
However, there was not only one such terrifying purple-robed savior, but two more flew out from the other two directions, with long swords in his hands floating down.
Zen Master Maipong only saw one of them, and the other two were sensed through the Qi field. In just a moment, cold sweat appeared on Zen Master Maipong.
Just now, when dealing with the seven red-robed masters, he used all the means to put the bottom of his box. At this moment, his momentum was declining, and suddenly three purple-robed masters appeared. Wouldn't he also die here?
Thinking of this, Zen Master Maipong felt as if he was ashamed, but he went backwards to avoid the attack point where the three of them attacked him.
In an instant, the three purple-robed masters attacked and attacked. One of them slashed down the long sword in his hand and landed on his Zen staff, like a dragonfly slashing the water. Then the purple-robed master floated away. Although it only looked like a light blow, the purple-robed master condensed all his power on a point. It seemed that the dragonfly slashed the water, but it was actually a critical blow. The Zen Master Maipong shook his body and moved his body four or five meters away.
As Zen Master Maipong moved his body backward, the other two purple-robed masters rushed to attack on the left and right sides, one of them, the sword technique was like the wind and as brilliant as light, and slashed. In a hurry, the master Maipong had to wave his Zen staff to resist, and barely cut one of the purple-robed masters' long swords, and the other man's long sword also fell down. The man's long sword fell towards Zen Master Maipong's head. Zen Master Maipong picked up the tail of the Zen Staff, barely holding the knife and deviated from his head, but the long sword cut a scarlet wound on his shoulder, which was more than twenty centimeters, and blood gushed out instantly.
After a muffled groan, Zen Master Maipong took seven or eight steps back before he could barely stop.
The last Red-robed Master who was lucky enough to be killed by Zen Master Maipeng, saw that Zen Master Maipeng was injured and thought it was an opportunity. He picked up his long sword and snatched away again. Zen Master Maipeng did not move. When the Red-robed Master came with a knife, he turned slightly and avoided the knife. Then he stretched out a hand and slapped the head of the Red-robed Master.
Chapter completed!