Long live the best

Although Feng Lao was short and thin, he didn't move at all.

Juezhen, on the other hand, staggered back with a burly body, his face pale.

He was originally injured, so how could he beat Lao Feng?

"Hmph, come again!" Jue Zhen went mad, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, completely ignoring the influence.

The two rushed together to fight again, and touching each other's hands was a deadly move.

The faces of the monks in Chaotian Temple changed, and they looked at Huisheng, as if they were asking him to make up his mind. If this continues, even if Abbot Juezhen wins, it will not end well.

And what can Huisheng do?

He could have stopped it, but He Jue was too impulsive and couldn't hold his breath.

His face was ugly, seeing Qin Yun's cold face, a trace of deep darkness flashed in his eyes.

Then, turning his head to see Juezhen who was fighting with his bare hands, a trace of sadness and pity flashed in his old eyes.

The war continued.

After half a stick of incense.

Shattered Buddha statues, smashed Zhumen, trampled through the ground.

Juezhen let out a lion's roar, his veins bulged, and he continued to take the initiative to attack, but it failed.

It feels like a fight between trapped beasts!

On the other hand, Feng Lao, with a rickety body, possessed a terrifying power unimaginable to ordinary people, and Jue Zhen's face became paler and paler when he raised his hands and feet.

After more injuries, Juezhen finally lost!

His ribs were cracked by a punch, and he fell heavily on the ground, smashing the ground with spider web-like cracks.

"Ah!" He vomited blood, with incredulity and fear in his eyes.

Sent for help: "Host, save me!"

Seeing this, Qin Yun sneered.

He glanced at Huisheng who was always silent and had a deep expression.

Deliberately snorted: "Help, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes today, I can't save you!"

"Destroy him for me!!"

The cold voice pronounced the death sentence on him, Feng Lao stretched out his hand like a ghost, and twisted it on Abbot Juezhen's arm.

"what!"

Juezhen resisted, but after being injured, his strength was greatly reduced. To no avail, he screamed and his arm was broken.

Hearing the sound, the pupils of the monks were terrified, and their spines felt cold.

That's the head of monks, who can fight against Juezhen except the host?

In the end, he couldn't last a stick of incense in the hands of Qin Yun's entourage.

Emperor, it is terrible! !

Even Huisheng is extremely afraid!

Suddenly, Qin Yun seemed to feel something.

Turning to look at him, he said without a smile, "Master Huisheng, what do you want to do?"

Chapter 282 This incense, I will burn it later!

heard.

Huisheng's eyes trembled, and under the sleeves, he struggled to loosen his hands with white knuckles.

He wanted to save, but dared not.

In the end, he was extremely unwilling and bowed his head in humiliation.

But there is an evil Buddha roaring in his heart: "If you can't bear it a little, you will mess up and make big plans. Today's matter is considered to be a temple to heaven, and it is considered a poor monk."

"Gongsun Zan was arrested, there is a ghost inside!!"

Seeing him compromise, he dared not speak.

Qin Yun snorted coldly again, glanced at everyone, and threatened: "Whoever dares to collude with Xiliang traitors will end up like this!"

"Give it to me!"

"It's completely useless!"

The cold words seemed to slap everyone in Chaotian Temple.

No matter how angry the monks were, they could only smash their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs!

The word aggrieved filled the hearts of the monks in Chaotian Temple.

"what!!"

Jue Zhen made a miserable voice, and saw that one of his legs was stepped on by Feng Lao, and the bone was bent in a strange shape.

His eyes were bloodshot and his veins were exposed.

"Old thing, don't even think about it!"

He was so angry that he punched out with hatred in his right hand.

Old Feng snorted coldly, and dodged like a ghost, his fist smashed into the air, smashed the ground, and cracks abounded.

"Hmph, dare to act fiercely, the leader of the monk is nothing more than that!"

bass!

Old Feng draws his sword!

Suddenly, a terrifying murderous aura emerged.

Even for Qin Yun, this was the first time he saw the old man draw his sword, and the eruption from that aging body was a bone-piercing chill.

"Your Majesty wants you to die on the third watch, and keep you from getting the fifth watch!"