1057. Chapter 1057 Chapter 1054 Prajna VS Jiekong (3)
"Donor Ye, if you don't go first, I have no chance of defeating this guy." Prajna said in a low voice.
"No, you go first." Ye Xiong said.
"If I lose this game, we will be much more passive. If you go up, we should be able to win this game."
Master Prajna just saw Ye Xiong take action. He almost killed Du Xingsun with one sword. If he faced Jie Kong, he would definitely win. When Yang Xinyi wins another match, he will definitely win the competition. Otherwise, he will be in a
A very passive situation.
Ye Xiong insisted that he go up, but he had no choice but to jump into the formation and face Jie Kong.
"Master Jie Kong, please." Prajna Heshi.
Prajna went to Longyin Temple several times in an attempt to seize the Zhengqi Fruit. Jiekong had an accident with him a long time ago. Now that he became his opponent, he immediately took action without any nonsense.
I saw him suddenly shout loudly, the sound was like ringing a bell, everyone around was shocked by his voice, the momentum spread in all directions, people with low cultivation level retreated one after another, looking shocked.
Every time Jiekong stepped out, there was a roaring sound.
As his steps moved forward, his momentum also increased.
In the blink of an eye, Jie Kong arrived in front of Prajna and slapped it with his palm.
Suddenly the wind howled, dust and smoke billowed, and everything was shrouded in sharp smoke, as if a violent wind was blowing.
The accumulated momentum exploded at this moment.
Everyone in the audience was shocked by this momentum and retreated one after another for fear of being affected.
Especially the masters of ancient martial arts. They have never seen such a powerful palm technique, which can cause wind and thunder as soon as they strike.
"Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. Unknown masters, your disciples really deserve your personal inheritance." Suodan had nothing to say.
Yesterday he was defeated by the nameless monk with a palm. He is still frightened, so he said some words to flatter him.
"Amitabha, for a monk, martial arts comes second and virtue comes first." The nameless divine monk replied.
This face is really calm.
Last night, Suodan wanted to wipe out the Immortal Sect. The nameless monk’s words were implying that he had no morals!
Sodan felt bored and walked aside.
Back on the field, Prajna showed no fear in the face of Jie Kong's powerful momentum. He opened his arms, his body bones rattled, his clothes flew away without any wind, and he suddenly attacked with a punch.
At first, the two sides did not use any special skills, but fought with fists and palms.
The real energy is surging, the energy is raging, sand and rocks are flying, and the real energy is rippled.
The weak people simply could not withstand such great pressure and fled away for fear of being affected.
"Honey, who do you think will win among these two?" Ye Xiong deliberately tested Yang Xinyi's eyes.
"The two of them are in the same realm, and their vitality is about the same. I guess the winner will depend on who has the most magical powers." Yang Xinyi expressed her opinion.
Ye Xiong nodded, he thought so too.
Masters of the same level compete to see whose spells and foundation are stronger.
At this moment, the changes on the field suddenly occurred.
Jie Kong stepped forward with his feet, and his body seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless as a mountain.
He put his palms together and moved his right palm across the void.
As he moved, his momentum rose rapidly.
This set of actions is very familiar to Ye Xiong. It is the supreme magic of Longyin Temple, the Big Hand Vajra Seal.
The nameless divine monk used this move to deal with him at the beginning. If the evil spirit hadn't taken action, he would have been turned into meat. Thinking of the power of this move, he still has lingering fears.
When Jiekong uses this move, although it is not as powerful as the nameless monk, it is still powerful and invincible.
Prajna's face became serious, he didn't dare to be careless, instead of retreating, he advanced and punched out in the air.
Like a tiger howling and a wolf howling, the fist turned into a phantom of a tiger, roaring and striking at Prajna.
His original intention was to destroy Jie Kong's momentum first when he activated the Big Hand Vajra Seal.
In a martial arts competition, the more powerful the move, the longer it takes to accumulate momentum and the stronger the attack power.
If the opponent's momentum is eliminated, the power will be greatly reduced.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Jie Kong had already gathered his momentum, chanted a Sanskrit sound in his mouth, spread out his five fingers, and slapped it away with one palm.
A faint golden light separated from the five fingers and rose in the wind.
Almost instantly, it transformed into a huge Buddha palm several meters high and shrouded Prajna.
Seeing the Buddha's palm that was almost materialized and exuding a faint golden light, everyone around was stunned and speechless by the huge magical power contained in it. This seemed to be the legendary Five Fingers Mountain.
The tiger's shadow and the Buddha's palm soon collided hard, and an earth-shattering sound exploded in the air.
The phantom of the tiger only lasted for less than a few seconds before it was scattered by the Buddha's palm, and the remaining power of the Vajra Seal of the big hand struck Prajna again.
Prajna had already expected it. When the tiger's shadow was captured, he had already gathered strength again and attacked with another punch.
It took two punches in a row to break the big hand Vajra Seal.
Unfortunately, when he was dealing with the first big-hand Vajra Seal, Jie Kong's second palm had already been struck.
Next, comes the third palm and the fourth palm.
Suddenly the sky was filled with empty Buddha palms. Prajna's boxing technique was obviously inferior to the Big Hand Vajra Seal.
The people in the audience, even if they didn't understand magic, knew from the momentum that Prajna would definitely lose this battle.
Seeing that Master Prajna was becoming more and more embarrassed, Ye Xiong was worried that if he continued to resist, he would be seriously injured.
At that moment, his figure flashed, stood in front of him, and said loudly: "Master Jiekong's magic is profound, you will win this battle."
This was to prevent Prajna from getting hurt, so he was admitting defeat.
Unexpectedly, Jiekong not only did not stop, but instead strengthened his energy and slapped Ye Xiong hard with his palm.
The golden and ethereal big handprint was slapped hard from Ye Xiong's head in the blink of an eye.
People outside the court were so frightened that they screamed, as if they could imagine Ye Xiong being slapped into pieces.
Ye Xiong was polite at first, but he didn't expect that he would give up now. Jiekong refused to let him go and seemed to want to slap him.
"If the tiger doesn't show its power, you still think I'm a sick cat."
His anger suddenly rose, and he advanced instead of retreating. He reached behind his back, drew out the black sword with a bang, and slashed it open.
No tricks, no tricks.
Some are just angry and indomitable.
The black sword seemed to be able to feel his anger. With a buzzing sound, a substantial black sword light separated from the end of the sword and swelled in the wind. In an instant, it turned into a giant sword several meters high and struck towards the Buddha's palm.
It is invincible and can destroy everything.
The black sword light split the Buddha's handprint in half in the air.
The big hand seal was broken, and with a loud sound, it turned into a point of light and disappeared in mid-air.
The momentum of the sword continued unabated, and it struck Jie Kong head on.
Jiekong never expected that Ye Xiong's black sword would be so powerful. Not only did it break his big-hand Vajra Seal, but it also struck in front of him so quickly.
He was also careless and forgot to dodge.
When Qian Jun fired, a figure came with lightning and pulled him out of the field. Only then did he escape being split in two by the sword.
Jiekong's face was pale and he was so frightened that he could not speak. Not to mention how ugly his face was.
The one who came to save him urgently was naturally his master, the unknown monk.
"Ye, we were competing in martial arts, but you came out to help. How shameless?"
Jiekong reacted and cursed angrily.
"I am shameless or you are shameless. I have clearly surrendered on behalf of Master Prajna. Not only did you not give up, you also wanted to silence me. This is the quality of you monks from Longyin Temple." Ye Xiong asked coldly.
"you……"
"Jie Kong, shut up." The nameless monk shouted angrily.
Ye Xiong had already admitted defeat just now, and he hadn't even stopped yet. This was really a disgrace to Longyin Temple.