Chapter 461 Fist of Wisdom

With this long knife, a young Taoist appeared, with sharp eyes, sharp eyebrows, and a sense of guidance and irreversible taste.

"Amitabha..."

Once again, someone attacked and killed, interrupting Moke's meditation. He praised the Buddha's name in his mouth, and his right fist suddenly punched out, like a Buddhist King Kong, and like antelope hanging horns. The white horse passed through the gap, which was natural. However, there was a kind of wonderfulness. The power of insight contained in it. The vast three-life Buddha power surged, and the Buddha's voice was endless and brazen. I met the colorful long knife.

"Hang!"

The sound of a golden dragon singing sounded. This sound was actually the condensation of hundreds of millions of voices. Moke punched it out. At the moment of collision with the colorful long knife, it seemed to have penetrated all the opportunities. The fists trembled slightly, and hundreds of millions of hits came out, and then a magnificent surged out!

"Wow!"

The young people sprayed blood. Although it was not directly attacked, it was its magic weapon. The colorful long knife was severely damaged by Moke, and there were countless dense cracks on it, which were almost about to break. Moreover, what's more terrible is that this long knife is a medium-quality fairy weapon!

"Wo!"

The colorful long knife turned into a long rainbow and was blown away by Moke, while the young Taoist screamed, and then showed incredible panic on his face. He sprayed a mouthful of blood again and quickly fled...

One punch, a heavy blow to a strong Honghuang genius!

One punch, shake a middle-quality fairy weapon!

One punch, the beginning of Moko's invincible situation!

It seems that it was known that this would be the result. Moke was motionless and showed a contemplative expression on his face. After a moment, he smiled and muttered to himself, "The big hole is magical and integrates the fruit of wishes. This set of boxing techniques has no fixed moves and contains infinite changes. Let's call it the fist of wisdom!"

Sensing that the owners of the four auspicious clouds were approaching him, Moke waited quietly. He keenly sensed that several breaths nearby were hidden, as if he was afraid of its fierceness and unwillingness to take risks. However, this also contains danger. More and more practitioners gather. Once they rush up, Moke will face a cruel challenge.

At the same time, several other Xiangyun owners are also fighting, which is fierce and fierce.

On the bank of a blue lake, the scholar held a crystal pen and faced the joint hands of five people. However, he was methodically. The crystal pen winds like a dragon and snake, writing mysterious words, constantly attacking and not weak at all.

And on an ancient tree, a thin old man was hiding, following the best opportunity, and suddenly shot out. His murderous spirit was full of clouds, and the invisible murderous idea turned into a peerless edge, and his whole body was like a peerless sword out of the sheath.

"Boom!"

The old man's body was full of light and terrible sword light, the sonorous sounded, and the thin old man's spine pushed his bones. Unexpectedly, a white-bone sword handle appeared. His ancient hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, the dazzling sword light, the terrible sound of the sword, and the golden crack stone, making people's soul almost broken, as if the immortal sword.

This old man actually used the spine push bone as the sheath and gave birth to a horrible sword!

The next moment, a shiny white bone sword was pulled out by it, emitting a terrible breath, derived a ripple-like sword wave, and fiercely killed the scholar!

In a mountain range, the beast skin witch teenager flew, exuding the momentum of peerless masters to look at the world, like a king, dominating the world and invincible. Under him, on the messy ground, Chen Heng, a six-blooded body, was obviously killed by brutally.

In a vast mountain range, a sloppy Taoist walks. Every step out, it makes a rumble thunder sound, and the speed is even faster. His clothes are ragged, his hair is scattered, and he is holding a dark ceramic bowl in his hand. His appearance is not good-looking, but he is surrounded by a sharp and domineering golden light, which is deeply frightening. .

On a huge white feather, a girl stood on it, emitting colorful light and a sacred breath. Five flower protectors beside her were fighting, all of whom were strong geniuses who were one against two.

Today, it is still in the early stage. Many strong geniuses have no time to come. The five people have not encountered a strong enemy of life and death, and they have encountered real siege on all sides. In the later stage, the more tragic this kind of fight will become more and more fierce.

"Kill!"

"Kill this bald donkey, let's go together!"

As more and more geniuses gathered, good people roared and launched a direct attack. Suddenly, the scene was full of **, and many practitioners took action and attacked Moke. Many huge and horrible forces gathered and turned into a torrent to kill Moke.

"Rumble..."

The roar of terror echoes, and these attacks converge together, just like a torrent, surging, giving people an irresistible illusion. However, Moke's face was indifferent. He stretched out his palm and suddenly took out the ancient sword. He urged him with all his strength and smashed out with a rumbling sound!

Suddenly, the sword shot out an endless sharp murderous atmosphere, cold, and countless golden horses and galloping roared in the void. It seemed that thousands of troops and horses rushed together, and the spirit of killing was huge, and suddenly collided with these attacks.

Sharp! Sharpness! Senran! Sharp!

The sword shot out the boundless sword spirit, covering the world, like the collapse of the Milky Way in the sky, an infinite, heavy mercury-like river, and the melted gold liquid rolled down, giving birth to a heavy and unbearable weight.

"Rumble..."

The next moment, the roar exploded, and everywhere was full of devastating terrorist forces, energy aftershocks, cracks on the ground, and huge ravines, boulders, trees, everything turned into powder and completely destroyed.

This blow was extremely ferocious. Moko fought against the enemy with a sword, and one person resisted the joint attack of more than a dozen people.

And this is not to mention that after killing this sword, the golden lotus floated under Moke's feet, and his body bloomed golden light, like an immortal King Kong. He didn't care about the wild destructive collision force. Suddenly, he burst out, clenched his palm as a fist, as if he had incarnated thousands, punched out with one punch, either soft, or fast, or mysterious. Or simple.

However, with each punch, a bright hole light bloomed on the fist, and the three-life Buddha light skillfully hit the opponent's weak point, and then burst into the strongest force.

Compared with Moco, the rest of the practitioners who besieged him were too weak. Such a fierce collision made them begin to resist the devastating aftermath of terror in a hurry. Unexpectedly, Moke was like King Kong's immortal body, rushing around without hesitation and hitting the wonderful boxing skills to the top.

"The canopy! Canopy! Canopy! Canopy! Canopy!..."

A series of dull sounds sounded, and then a scream sounded. More than a dozen people who besieged Moke could barely stand, and the rest of them sprayed blood and fell to the ground.

Just that moment, more than a dozen people felt a fist in front of them, blooming bright light. The Buddha's light was simply irresistible, as if it had penetrated all their own changes. Then, a fierce force rushed out, making everyone scream and spit blood.

"Amitabha... Lords, please leave!" With his hands together, Moke's wind was light, as casual as just brushing his sleeves.

"Escape! Run away!"

"He... He... It's too strong!"

In such a situation, everyone is simply frightened. It's really too ferocious. One person has hit more than a dozen people, and it doesn't seem to have really explode. Once this clear-browed monk completely explodes, what kind of terrible power will it emit? Everyone had this idea in their hearts, and then there was a burst of awe, and they wanted to leave immediately.

Moke obviously had no intention of chasing and killing everyone, but these dozen people did not dare to stay here. They were all fecked and began to escape.

"Little monk, what's your boxing?" Someone fled and asked reluctantly.

With no trace of fireworks, Moke smiled quietly and said, "This boxing is created by the little monk. I call it the fist of wisdom!"