The sudden collision from the underground did not make Luang Pouu tighten his crotch, and he didn't even react. He seemed too lazy to dodge for a while, but he was forced to take this hit.

A wisp of sword energy wrapped in sand and stones drilled into Luang Pure's monk's robe, blew his clothes in a "sloppy" sound. Several holes were penetrated from the monk's robe, and several tiny pieces of gravel flew out. It was obvious that this blow was not easy, but it seemed that the other party was not affected at all.

Wang Lingge glanced under him and said speechlessly: "Why are you so hard?"

Wang Jingzhe reacted very quickly and said, "He should be practicing Buddhist rituals such as protecting the body. It means the same as the Golden Bell Cover. This kind of kung fu must have a Gangmen, and find it..."

"Finish his Gangmen and stab him!" Wang Lingge said gritting his teeth.

Although this trick failed to deal with the other party, after all, Luang Pono is still in the Yin-Yang escape of Qimen Dunjia. No matter how deep his skills are, the two of them have absolute confidence to trap him for a while. If the time is delayed for a while, the three uncles should be able to arrive. At that time, they still have to worry about it, that is, killing people, killing Buddhas, and no one can do it.

The cooperation between Wang Lingge and Wang Jingzhe felt like they were at the same level, because they both knew the Yin-Yang Separation Method, and they didn’t need to be adjusted in at all, just follow a fixed path.

The three of them were limited to a palm-sized place, and Luang Pou Nuo could not get out, but they could not get rid of each other. The other three monks, Quinava, Anando, Kannado and a group of monks were also slightly surprised by the situation that they could not conquer for a long time. They thought the other party was too young and that they were over 80 years old and had been walking in battle all year round. It was probably a matter of being taken down in a moment. Who would have thought that they would have persisted for so long?

Quinava frowned and said, "These two people don't seem to be afraid of this situation. In addition to being a little conceited, are they also helping them? This place is not too far from the mainland. If the incoming is in advance, it will take less than a day or two to arrive, so it's faster."

Kannado shook his head and said, "What else can you do? It's not that I don't know Luang Po's temper. When he takes action, no one can interfere. He is too wary and only has the idea of ​​killing in his eyes. If it weren't for people from the mainland, do you think he would run this time?"

Ananda and Quinava suddenly stopped talking. Luang Pouu enjoyed this process very much. If you intervene at this time, he might even take the help with him and would not accept your kindness to help.

At this time, the Chalas on the ground suddenly got up with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the opposite grass with his eyes, saying, "Master Luang Pou no longer allows us to take action, so we just change our opponent..."

Ananda frowned and looked at him. This proposal is quite a shameful and shameful approach, but I have to say that it is indeed a good suggestion.

Ananda did not say anything, so he acquiesced. After Quinava sighed quietly, she took the lead and walked over. He discovered the movement of the grass. After being stunned, he naturally understood what the other party meant.

At such a critical moment, where do you need to talk about morality? Winning and losing are the key. It is the enemy. Could it be that people can treat each other with courtesy?

Xiaocao's reaction was very plain. He only glanced at the other person with his own eyes, and pretended not to see it, just like a gentle and quiet little woman.

When Quinava was only a few meters away from her, she suddenly took a big step and wanted to jump over with one step. She stepped forward and just came to Xiaocao and reached out to grab it. She felt something was stepping on her feet. The monks of Thailand were barefoot without shoes. Although the soles of her feet were grinding out of a thick layer of calluses, she still felt quite keen.

A tingling pain stretched out from the soles of his feet. Then Quinava heard a crisp "click" sound coming from his chest. He lowered his head in surprise and found that there was a plaque on his neck that originated from the gift of his master to him.

Quinava was quite shocked and unspeakable. This amulet has been with him for fifty years. He has blocked several crises for him. Now he only has one chance to avoid disasters. He has not used it for about twenty years. How could he have thought that the amulet would be destroyed at this time?

A blue-blue beetle flew away from his feet, and Xiaocao was also shocked. While the other party came over, she was also waiting for an opportunity to plot. The Golden Cicada beetle was ambushing on the way he came over, preparing to give the other party a fatal blow, but unexpectedly he was avoided.

Quinava was furious. The amulet that was originally expected to save his life was wasted here. How could it be described as a pity? Quinava roared angrily and stretched out a thin ghost hand and wanted to grab it according to the grass.

There was no flesh and blood, only a skin left, and the nails were still black. If this claw was grabbed correctly, the grass would probably be disfigured if it didn't die.

Xiaocao exclaimed, and Wang Jingzhe next to him also noticed it, and immediately cursed angrily. His cooperation with Wang Lingge suddenly became chaotic. For monks like Luang Pou, only a little bit of energy needed to be messed up, which means there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Bang!" Luang Pono's reaction was quite quick, and he slapped Wang Lingge's chest with a palm, which immediately made a severe pain between his chest and abdomen. Wang Jingzhe was distracted and they were in danger.

At the same time, one of Quinava's hands was about to fall on Xiaocao's face, but at this critical moment, an extremely powerful sword energy suddenly shot from a distance, and it fell to Quinava's wrist very suddenly and accurately.

"Puchi" Quinava's right hand broke from her wrist, probably because it was too sudden and straightforward. His broken hand fell to the ground, and he himself didn't feel any pain, because the blood had not flowed out yet.

The audience was shocked!

Wang Lingge took a deep breath and said lightly: "Have you heard of a sword technique that fell from the sky..."

Wang Jingzhe and Wang Lingge turned around at the same time and saw a fat figure walking out of the woods in the distance, with unruly short hair lying on their heads like a chicken coop.
Chapter completed!