Life hangs by a thread!
"death!"
Jue Chen, the monk, roared and shook his mind. His huge fist flashed with dazzling golden light and instantly hit Ji’s demon.
The dazzling golden light blows the demon’s cheek like a knife.
Ji goblin heart sank.
"I can’t believe that I am an open Motome witch who has fallen here today …"
This idea has not fallen on the battlefield!
Chapter four hundred and thirty-four Rolling!
A tall, burly figure appeared behind Ji goblin from time to time.
The man reached out his palm and grabbed Ji’s goblin arm, jerking it backwards. Then he clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed it against monk Juechen’s golden fist!
This punch is imposing and seems to poke a hole in the sky to shoot down the sun!
In melee, there are not many people in Kongoji who can fight hard to shake the monks. The glazed palace lady in Xianmen is one of the magic doors, and the overlord temple demon also has this ability.
Other monks of Zongmen should avoid their sharp edges!
Yu Guang, the demon of Ji, saw that the man’s waist was not hung with a waist tag, and he was wearing a coarse linen dress, which showed that he was not a friar of Liuli Palace and Bawang Temple.
If you want to come here, you will definitely suffer a big loss if you choose to give the monk a hard blow!
"Don’t …"
Ji goblin woke up but couldn’t come.
She seemed to see the bloody scene in which the hemp-clad man’s hand was broken and his arm was beaten into a ball, and there was an unbearable look in his eyes.
"Ask for it!"
Feel angry and still show ridicule.
Bang!
Fists collide and burst into a loud noise, such as beating leather!
I feel angry at the monk’s face and ridicule, but it disappears in an instant. My eyes are slightly narrowed and my pupils are contracted into the eyes of a needle!
Ji goblin look dumbfounded.
Juechen felt that the golden light of the monk’s fist was smashed to pieces by the hemp-clad man, and it was scattered like Mars.
Boxing collided with generate, giving off a mass of air fluctuation heat wave visible to the naked eye, with amazing strength!
Hemp man didn’t retreat his fist for half a step!
On the contrary, I felt angry with the monk and my face gradually sank.
Hemp-clad man took her goblin arm and took it behind him. He stood in front of him and looked calm. He stared at the opposite monk like a knife.
The appearance of the hemp-clad man actually calmed the situation for a while.
Juechen monk and Ji goblin are all looking at Ma Yi man, who seems to want to see something from him.
The big man in linen has a rough face, heavy eyebrows, big eyes, high nose and wide mouth. He is tall and tall, with a huge palm and thick fingers.
That fist holds like a pair of hammers!
Ji goblin frowned slightly. She couldn’t see a familiar place in Ma Yi’s body.
It is certain that she has never seen this person before, let alone know him.
But I don’t know where Ji goblins always feel that something is wrong.
Ji goblin tilted his head thoughtfully.
Chueh-chen monk looked at Ma Yi man from head to toe several times, but he didn’t see anything. He couldn’t help but ask, "This donor sect?"
"Sect"
Hemp clothes big fellow said simply
"Amitabha"