Facing Chu Yun's devastating sword.

The ascetic monk looked cold and unmoved.

He raised his hand slowly until the blade fell.

Exactly the same as Chu Yun!

Just grasped the blade with my hands.

The palm of the palm is like a strong wind, and the skin is like copper and iron bones. Accurately grasp Chu Yun's thunder knife.

Clam!

The blade slashed into the palm, and blood was flowing. But the wound was obviously not as deep as Chu Yun.

From this we can see that the ascetic palms are as hard as rocks than Chu Yun! They are indestructible!

"What are you crazy about?"

The ascetic monk's face did not change his expression, and let blood flow from his palm. He opened his thin lips slightly and said, "You can do it?"

Bang!

The ascetic monk raised his leg and kicked Chu Yun in the chest.

The latter's figure shook and was almost kicked away.

But he tightened his arms, holding the blade with one hand and holding the blade with the other hand!

Blood flows faster.

The sharp blade seemed to rub against the finger bones, making a sharp and harsh sound.

"I said. Even if you are made of iron, I can beat you into a piece of scrap iron!"

After the ascetic said that, he kicked the second kick.

Puchi!

Chu Yun's mouth was bleeding and his face was as pale as paper.

But his body still stood tenaciously.

Maybe one day, Chu Yun will be killed in public by a peerless strong man. But he will never be defeated in public!

Even if it is as powerful as an ascetic monk, it will not work!

"And you?"

With both feet in resistance, a strange look flashed across Chu Yun’s pale face: “I was beaten into scrap iron. What are you?”

Bang!

Chu Yun raised his legs. The strong wind suddenly rose!

The right leg was like an iron whip, like a dragon, and rushed towards the ascetic monk's chest!

Puchi.

The old monk's expression changed slightly, and blood flowed out of the corners of his lips.

He actually has such explosive power?

He is more than just a slaughter of iron? He is simply a body of steel!

Bang!

The ascetic monk never admits defeat.

From the time he was insulted as a demon monk in public, he forged a rock heart. In the past eight years, he has been ascetic, with a tenacious will and indestructible!

He wants to defeat Chu Yun alive!

He does not allow anyone to be arrogant and presumptuous in front of himself!

Bang!

"Are women playing too much?" Chu Yun raised his leg and kicked it. A ferocious look appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Legs are weak?"

The ascetic groaned.

Take down Chu Yun's attack.

A mistake was made under his feet, and a blast sounded like a whizz.

Bang!

A punch of the heart piercing foot suddenly kicked Chu Yun in the chest as if there was a thousand pounds of force.

After being kicked, Chu Yun's face suddenly turned from pale to flush. It was extremely strange. It was like a flash of light!

"Grandpa. He will kick Chu Yun to death." Professor Ye couldn't sit still.

"He may also be kicked to death by Chu Yun." Old Ye exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up.

Jin Xifeng, who was still sitting on the sand, squinted his eyes and glanced at Chu Yun and the others with an expressionless face.

The ascetic monk was once a nobleman from the Jin family.

Experts guide the way and prosper the family.

Nowadays, the Jin family has become a celebrity in the capital. Ascetic monks make an indelible contribution.

Of course, he hopes that the ascetic monk will kick Chu Yun to death. He and Chu Yun are incompatible with each other in public and private matters!

In the blink of an eye, the ascetic monk kicked several times one after another, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

His expression changed.

The look that looked at Chu Yun again became strange.

Bang!

The ascetic monk raised his leg and kicked it, but it was obviously not as fierce as before.

The heart of martial arts that has been tempered for decades is slightly shaken.

He had never seen such a desperate fight like Chu Yun. He was unreasonable and had no routine. He would fight with you when he came up and fight with you.

The ascetic monk developed a desire to retreat.

He didn't need to fight Chu Yun like this.

He had enough methods to defeat Chu Yun, but his stunning skills were not used at all.

There is no reason for him to fight Chu Yun like this.

He found himself being brought to the rhythm that Chu Yun was good at, but he was not good at.

He is a demon monk.

The demon monk will not save others by himself and the world.

He wants to taste all the joys of the world and be a happy Buddha who passes through his intestines with wine and meat. Instead of a down-and-out monk who has suffered from suffering.

He let go of the knife in Chu Yun's hand.

This hand has been cut to the point of being blurred.

Although he was able to withstand this bitter flesh, he also knew that it would take a long time to recover.

A woman has two soft objects, and during her recovery, he can only taste it with one hand. This greatly reduces the quality of life of the ascetic monk.

"That's it?"

Chu Yun smiled.

A hideous and arrogant sneer appeared on his face, "I thought you would be stronger."

Chu Yun narrowed his eyes.

He held the hand of the ring knife, but did not let go.

Instead, he raised his foot again.

But this time, he didn't choose to kick. Instead, he kicked.

Not kicking the chest and abdomen.

But kick the crotch! Kick his life!

The ascetic realized it.

His expression suddenly changed, and he tried hard to pull out the knife from Chu Yun's hand.

But Chu Yun's palm was like an iron hoop, as if it was integrated with the ascetic monk's sword, and it was difficult to separate.

"release!"

The ascetic snorted coldly.

The power suddenly exploded.

But Chu Yun's feet kicked the ascetic monk's crotch without hesitation!
To be continued...