Chapter 49 One Punch

Seeing the figure behind the old monk, Pan Hongsheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

He also knows clearly that although this set of boxing is not to the point of a unique skill, at least it can't be seen in Songshan Shaolin, and there are very few Dharma fists like the other party.

Looking at every action of Dharma Master behind him like a living person, Pan Hongsheng already knew that he was afraid he could not even take a punch.

"The teacher's father is really strong." With a heavy face, Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhang Bowen, who was lying on the ground and was almost unconscious, and said with a dry smile.

"Your strength is not high, but you have made rapid progress. You have reached this point in less than a year." He nodded with a smile, and the old monk said indifferently.

"That may not be your opponent." Hehe smiled, Pan Hongsheng stepped back slightly for a few steps, and raised his fist in an instant. The golden halberd in mid-air seemed to buzz, and the virtual shadow of the ancestor of Dharma was far away.

To be honest, Pan Hongsheng doesn't have a bottom. The other party's strength is in a small state of perfection, and he is only in the early stage of refining his spirit. There are almost four layers of difference between the two, and each layer is very different.

He nodded with a smile. The old monk gently stepped back half a step, raised his hands, and the cyan light that had been hidden in Jing'an Temple was released again. The master of Dharma behind him glared at Pan Hongsheng as if he had come to life. His right fist was slightly raised and bombarded towards his position!

Looking at the old monk's movements and the movements of the master Dharma behind him, Pan Hongsheng's face changed and he did not retreat. He changed his fist to palm and pushed it towards the other party. The golden halberd in mid-air was also shining, and a layer of light golden light rushed to the cyan fist of Dharma.

The gap between the two immediately appeared. The old monk in the small perfect state could control the condensed real light at will, but Pan Hongsheng had no choice. From this aspect alone, Pan Hongsheng could not be the old monk's opponent, even a move.

"Wo!"

The light emitted by the golden halberd was almost melted by Dharma's fist at the first time. At the same time, the power was not reduced to Pan Hongsheng. If Pan Hongsheng can't stop it, I'm afraid he will be smashed into mud.

Taking a deep breath, Pan Hongsheng exerted his strength to the extreme, and the golden light between his hands became more and more brilliant, but his face was slowly turning white.

"The fate is irreversible, Amitabha!" The old monk showed compassion on his face. In a blink of an eye, this punch had reached less than ten meters away from Pan Hongsheng. At this time, Pan Hongsheng made a move that made his face change.

Completely emptied all the defenses in his whole body. Pan Hongsheng used all the real swords to estimate that countless mouths were cut out by the hunting blades all over his body because of the removal of the real sword. In just one moment, several wounds had burst out blood.

With enduring the severe pain, Pan Hongsheng knew that he only had this opportunity. The golden true color of his fists had turned into pure gold. At the same time, a huge suction suddenly burst out at the next moment of the arrival of Dharma Fist!

Heavenly Tao, coexistence!

That's right. Just like fighting against Bao Tucheng in the Pan family at the beginning, Pan Hongsheng was forced to use this life-fighting method again. The next step was certainly successful, but once he didn't catch it, his whole body would be torn by a huge force almost instantly.

After all, he removed all the defenses all over his body, and even the most basic circulation of Zhenang was applied to his double fists. In this state, Pan Hongsheng and even Zhang Bowen could hurt him.

The cyan light in mid-air gradually turned golden at the speed of the naked eye, and Pan Hong began to gushe blood from the corners of her mouth, ears and eyes, and her face turned red. She gritted her teeth like crazy.

"Bang!" The huge explosion exploded beside Pan Hongsheng in an instant. At this time, a figure rushed over as if teleportation, pulled up Pan Hongsheng, who had been in a coma, and then threw it aside.

"Amitabha, God has the virtue of a good life. I will let you go once first." With a sigh, the old monk slapped Pan Hongsheng, and then walked towards Zhang Bowen again.

I have to say that Pan Hongsheng's thinking is indeed too simple. The strength of Bao Tucheng is completely different from that of the old monk. Pan Hongsheng's next move of Bao Tucheng is laborious. How can the old monk in the face of small perfection into his own use?

Moreover, small perfection means that it is already a cycle of perfection. With Pan Hongsheng's strength, it is impossible to defeat the other party. Even if it is also a small perfection, the two are very slow to distinguish the winner for a while.

Looking at Zhang Bowen, who was already in a coma, the old monk's face changed again and again. As a monk, he naturally knew how much karma it would cause for him to do so, but if he didn't do so, I'm afraid that more people would be harmed. At that time, it would be even more difficult for him to escape. He could only blame no one in the world and the heavy burden. It fell on me.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, Zhang Bowen was instantly sucked into the old monk's hand, and when the old monk was preparing for Zhang Bowen to completely destroy the evil spirits at the same time, an incredible scene appeared.

Pan Hongsheng's blood, which was stained on the old monk's hands, slowly flowed towards Zhang Bowen. In the blink of an eye, it was absorbed by Zhang Bowen, and the old monk who turned his head and looked at the ground changed his face.

There is no red on the ground, and all the blood has been absorbed by Zhang Bowen!

"Amitabha, God really accumulates virtue and does good deeds, and leaves a line in everything. In this case, I will leave here. I hope you can change your evil and return to righteousness next time!" After meditating for a while, the old monk suddenly sighed, turned around and worshipped the Guanyin statue in Jing'an Temple. The master Dharma behind him disappeared in an instant, and then he took three steps out of thin air and disappeared without a blink of an eye.

In Jing'an Temple, everything seemed to have not happened. After half an hour, a blood-red light gushed out of Zhang Bowen in an instant and slowly condensed into an ugly face in mid-air. He looked at Pan Hongsheng in horror, rose to the sky and slowly disappeared into the night sky. At this time, Lao He, who had just left Shang slowly appeared again with a smile on his face. He looked at Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen, who were still in a coma, and flew towards the blood light.

No one knows what happened in Zhoushui Jing'an Temple. The whole city is still lively and prosperous. The bald gang and several other gangs are fighting. The mayor of Zhoushui City is busy and suddenly gets the approval. Yang Tiezhu walks out of the room that he has been closed for a few days. Ning Caier looks at the sky from afar. .

Everything is as usual.

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