Naruto Heroes Contest

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

Qianyuan endured the severe pain caused by the squeezing of cells in his body, while feeling the infinite power brought by the powerful force.

"Be still and have no doubts. All laws are only clear, the great virtue and the glazed king's law are condensed together."

Qianyuan's Dade Glazed Dharmakaya is almost ten meters taller than Jie Kong's Douzhan Mingwang. Standing together, they look like a father beating his son.

"What a great virtue, the glazed body is the highest state of the Temple of Fire. It cannot be cultivated by people without great merit, great virtue, and great wisdom. How can you, a demon heretic, cultivate it?" Monk Jiekong stopped his attack in shock.

"Why don't I look like someone with great merit and wisdom?" Qianyuan rolled up his non-existent sleeves, revealing his tendons.

"Evil heretic, how did you twist the skills to create such an evil Mingwang phase?" Monk Jiekong's voice trembled slightly, not sure whether he was scared or angry.

"You bunch of bald donkeys are too idealistic. Strength is strength, and ninjutsu is ninjutsu. Who cares about the environment? You can't practice Jade Girl's Heart Sutra." Qianyuan pinched his nose and looked like he wanted to be beaten.

"You and I will definitely destroy you evil heretic." Monk Jiekong's anger surged, and the magic sword in his hand ignited the demon-dispelling flame, and slashed at the great virtue's glazed body.

"You were the one who struck the knife first, don't blame me." Qianyuan drew out the Moli Zhi Tianbao bow from his back and used it as a fire stick to block.

"Why, the Moli Zhi Tian Bow was also taken away by you?" Monk Jie Kong shook his hand, and the magic sword that was about to reach him was forcefully taken back by him. King Douzhan Ming was swept away by Qian Yuan and flew upside down. He went out and crushed several Konoha ninjas to death.

"Oh, you are afraid of this bow." Qian Yuan held the bow with one hand and plucked the bow strings with the other hand, playing a set of Shiba Mo.

"Evil devil, you actually desecrated the treasure bow like this. You will go to the eighteenth level of hell after your death." Monk Jie Kong was trembling with anger.

"I'm sorry, I worship the Immortal of the Six Paths, but I don't believe in the Eighteen Hells." Qian Yuan clapped his treasured bow and walked slowly like a fighting king.

King Douzhan Ming stood up and raised his magic sword again to stab Qianyuan, but the shameless Qianyuan insisted on blocking with his treasured bow. The pedantic Monk Jiekong had to avoid the attack, but was punched away by Qianyuan.

"Do you dare to put down your bow and fight me?"

"Don't dare." Qianyuan chased after him and struck him in the face again. The entire Dou Zhan Ming King's body showed a state of defeat.

"Master Jie Kong, please don't be fooled by him. Only by defeating him can you have a chance to regain the bow." The Hyuga clan leader was anxious while watching the battle. He recalled Monk Jie Kong from the Daming Mansion, and the two were once close friends.

"If you don't shout, I haven't really noticed you. I let you escape last time. Let's see if you can handle it this time." Qianyuan looked at the Hyuga clan leader and smiled sinisterly.

Buddha's Light Sixth Chakra

Qianyuan raised his eyebrows and concentrated his energy for a moment, then shot out a blazing Buddha's light, and the ray from the bucket directly hit the Hyuga clan leader.

"Evils must not be so rampant." Monk Jie Kong flew forward and stood in front of the Hyuga clan leader, blocking the rays of Buddha's light with the chest of Douzhan King's body.

Qianyuan clearly felt that the attack was stagnant, and the chakra output was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, but he did not see any damage to Douzhan Mingwang's body, and his body that was originally on the verge of collapse condensed.

"Damn it, you can actually absorb my positive chakra. There is internal strife in the Temple of Fire. Can the Buddhas just go bare-chested and fight like gangsters?" Qianyuan quickly put away his attack, and the image could not help but appear in his mind.

However, Monk Jie Kong did not feel comfortable at all. He used secret methods to forcibly absorb chakra from others, almost exploding his own body. Unexpectedly, this fake monk had more positive chakra than his own, a serious monk born in the Fire Temple.

"Evil heretics will die" Monk Jie Kong's face was overflowing with blood, and he forced King Douzhan Ming to form six arms, holding various magic weapons, and smashed them towards Qianyuan's glazed body.

"Oh, aren't you afraid that the bow will be destroyed?" Qian Yuan held the bow in front of him and showed an evil smile.

"What's the difference between a bow falling into the hands of evil spirits and being destroyed?"

With a roar, the two Mingwang bodies collided with each other. The smaller Douzhan Mingwang actually knocked Qianyuan's Dade Mingwang to the ground, and the six arms that were riding on him kept swinging down.

Monk Jiekong was not afraid that the bow would be destroyed, but Qianyuan became afraid. After all, the artifact was his own.