Ripples of violent fighting swept away in all directions like a tsunami.
Shaolin Temple, a thousandyearold temple, may be destroyed once.
No one dares to underestimate the fighting capacity of the master and the strong.
Master Rufa’s face appeared anxious, and his hands folded and he kept chanting the Buddha’s name.
boom
Suddenly, a silver light came down from the sky like a long snake wrapped around Lohan Kong, like a fairy rope tied in a fairy tale.
bang
Bata growled and a figure suddenly appeared, and the right hand in front of King Kong’s forehead pressed the other person’s head with terror.
A palm fell on arhat’s head and exploded.
It’s a pity that this king kong arhat is a puppet, not a living thing. If the jade is not broken, he can fight forever.
Of course, if the king kong arhat is seriously damaged, that is another matter.
The destruction of his head did not affect the combat effectiveness of Lohan Kong at all. His dark wand turned into a ghosting image and hit Bata’s chest.
Mocha’s floating halfright hand blows the bright silver light, which is sometimes harder than a pike piercing the body of King Kong Lohan and sometimes soft as a rope to bind it.
It’s only three minutes, and the fighting capacity is terrible, and Lohan Kong has melted a pile of discarded black iron.
Bata was full of Shaqi aweinspiring eyes, staring at the Ursa Mahayana Hall not far away, humming a Tathagata, hehe.
bang
The right foot raised and slammed on the ground, and the earth was like a stormy wave. A roll of earth waves several meters high swept away towards the Ursa Major Hall.
unbridled
rumble
Suddenly a boom swept from the sutra depository.
The leaver is not a dragon master, but another monk with an old face and a deeper breath.
Shaolin Temple really has a great master, but it’s a pity that it’s too old. Mocha looked at the old monk with a sneer at the corner of her mouth and smiled. Old monk, you are bloody and broken, so you’d better hide away, or today is your death.品茶
Go back
roar
Just as the lion roars, another old monk suddenly appears outside the Ursa Major Hall and roars at the sweeping earth waves.
Shaolin lion roar
Bata’s eyes looked at the sudden appearance of Daxiong Hall, and a roar destroyed the old monk avenue in Tulang. The old bald donkey came out to die when he was old.
Amitabha benefactor should not use force in front of Buddha. The old monk opened his mouth calmly with his hands folded.
Ha ha ha ha
Bata laughed with his head held high. Old bald donkey, I used force in front of this broken Buddha. Can he resist me or can you resist me?
Although the two old monks who have just appeared are masters, they are too old and have a broken blood gas. Even if they are forced to make moves, they are only better than the limit master. In the face of the vigorous blood gas, the master is naturally inferior to the strong.
Sobatagan is not afraid of two old monks.
Amitabha’s benefactor is too grumpy, if you don’t leave Shaolin Laona’s benefactor to lecture and praise Buddha every day, the old monk smiled and looked up with a strange luster on his wrinkled face.
Get out of the way or I’ll tear down your old bones. Bata stared fiercely at the old monk outside the Hall of Heroes.
Brother will be this barbarian repetitive. Another old monk’s hands folded into a ghosting image also appeared outside Ursa Major’s Hall. His eyes flashed coldly, staring at the cold face, Bata and a face of sneer suspended half mocha.
You’re an explosive monk who is merciless. Suspended half mocha suddenly looked at the hottempered old monk.
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Chapter 1245 A static explosion sweeps the sky!
Mocha is suspended and halfbody is full of bright silver brilliance, and her eyes are flashing cold and murderous, staring at the hottempered old monk outside Ursa Major.
When Mocha rebuked Bata, she looked up at the old monk with a faint expression. Then you should be the quiet monk Ciyun.
The poor monk is merciless and the old monk spoke indifferently.
er
Mokabata was stupefied at the same time.
Blasting monks, loving nature and impulsiveness, killing people in a word, killing people in silence, loving clouds, and everything in the world.
But now the character of kindness and nonkindness is like an exchange.
The monk who explodes is not quiet, and the monk who explodes is not quiet.
No matter who you are, Shaolin Temple must be a minister in Yamaraja Hall today. Bata’s fierce eyes are rolling in the sky, and he likes to make moves against ancient Chinese fighters so that he can weaken the overall strength of ancient Chinese martial arts.
Kill Mocha also rebuked a suspended bust like a kite and quickly swept away toward Ursa major.
Behind Mocha, rolls of bright silver are constantly emerging, covering the sky like thousands of arrows moving with him and shooting at the Hall of Ursa Major.
boom品茶
All shook up. The four superstrong players fought with incredible power
Bodhisattva blasting monk Cifei slowly looked up at the swooping Mocha, and a soft smile appeared on his mouth. Buddha is a compassionate ancestor and can cover everything.
boom
A violent momentum spewed out from the blasting monk’s nonbody, which almost instantly turned into a glare. King Kong’s hands were clenched and his whole body was as golden as arhat’s possession.
bang
Bata stepped in, and every step out of the ground shook violently, as if an ancient giant had crossed the world.
The grumpy quiet monk Ciyun suddenly expressed his face and folded his hands and recited Buddhist scriptures.
Great Mystery
Waves of strange ripples spewed out from the static monk’s benevolent cloud and turned into a big wall to resist the gas that bombarded the Ursa Major Hall.
Although I don’t know why the explosive monk’s personality changed greatly, Mocha finally knows what Ci Fei is called explosive monk.
It’s just desperately saburo
The explosive monk’s kindness is not vertical and leaping, and he is half reckless of life and death. The whole body seems to be covered with a layer of gold foil, which looks sacred.
rumble
Mocha’s expression is cold and folded, and his hands waved a bright silver sword as if he had directly broken the fallen monk’s compassion.
Qiang Qiang
A series of sparks flew everywhere.
Exploding a monk’s benevolent body is like creating a bright silver light by mysterious iron. Breaking his skin only stirs up a series of sparks.