Chapter 948 Fist! Intention!
"What kind of creation, you will know after playing!"
"Fight again!"
"！! Do you want to ask you, do you want it?"
"What to make!"
"No!"
Ruo Hong Zhong Dalu.
Dragon Elephant Wusheng,。。。.
Liang Qu's eyes flickered and gritted their teeth.
"want!"
"good!"
The wind was stunned, and he became a sword.
Zhang Longxiang's eyes were like sea, the punches were wrapped around the thunderbolt.
Long hair dance, golden eyes.
The heart jumps madly in the chest, and the fist is gradually getting big,
Liang Qu was chaotic and didn't understand what was going on at all, but he felt an unprecedented fatal crisis from the punch of the dragon elephant!
He was able to hide, but he couldn't hide at all. The whole space was lived. The fist is like a mountain. The punch of Zhang Longxiang started from the beginning, and it was already a fist!
Well!
The pupils were shrunk to the size of the needle eye, and shuddered.
Zhou Tian's scenes change sharply, as if the orange after excessive exposure, bloody nasal!
It is no longer a hanging big temple, the Buddhist sanctuary, is no longer the rain of the late spring valley, the green mountains, but the sand field.
It is a black earth sand field full of human blood, with a strong sun on the head, and the flesh is split and roasted on the five internal organs. Finally, a ray of scorching black smoke was drilled out of the throat.
Changhe Blood Blood?
Liang Qu squinted his eyes.
He was dark, wore a broken armor, half of his hand, and he slipped from his eyebrows from his eyebrows.
Take the horse lamp?
Or did he have never experienced a horse lamp?
What the hell is this! Intersection
What kind of creation is terrible? Intersection
Is he going to kill me?
Well!
Everything changes back.
The fist in the field of vision is still in the bursting of the world, rolling the fist printing, and the blast!
Lei came out of the mountains and fell into the sky.
A mountain of mountains falls from the sky!
It's about to pick this punch.
Sudden.
In Yu Guang, the old monk who stands stands up!
Liang Qu followed the fear, and the hair was upright.
No, no!
Over his eyes, Zhang Longxiang's eyes were murderous, and he was completely indifferent!
Yes.
He wants to kill me! Intersection Intersection
boom!
The Golden Buddha came to the world, the old monk King Kong was angry and blocked, but everything was too late!
Intersection
Dragon Tiger Golden Body Crane.
The golden cracks bloomed above the beams.
Electric light and stone fire, the court, dragon elephant, master, old monk, a few faces flashed in their minds, and all thoughts were disappeared!
From the sternum sword, flesh and blood blew the sand, showing the ribs of Sensen, and the beating heart beating under the naked ribs. Everyone could hear the terrible sound of his heart beating, it was like drumming!
Click!
Waves affect the bones, all ribs are broken, and the fragmented stubbles have been evolved, passing through the orbital corners.
King Yue, the old monk ...
He used so many brands, causal cycles, and finally experienced the prestige of martial arts in person!
Unstoppable!
No comparison!
The toes are free from the ground, and the whole body does not spray blood, turns into blood mist. People make out from the blood mist. Bone and meat three layers!
The ears are full of Mori.
Each organ, every piece of flesh is an unbearable stretching.
Great horror!
The great horror you have never seen before!
Survival!
Survival!
Survival!
Each cell is struggling in pain.
However, the camel is always the last straw. Ten years of galloping water, like a dream bubble, exhausted by the monkeys, the blood of blood mud was broken by the monkeys.
After today, after trial, he fully digested and absorbed, and his spiritual will should have been to the next level.
At this moment, just at this time!
The bottom of the valley was not up, and the exhaustion was not disappeared.
There are five harms.
Destiny, obstacles, confusion, destruction of good roots, and difficulties.
All tiredness, idleness, and slowness, all of which were burst into the horror of this punch, and the three gathered.
boom!
Qi wave exploded.
All things happened for a moment. Thousands of believers only saw umbrella -shaped air waves on the bergamot.
After that, a man flew out and hit the suspended Fulong Temple in the Lake Lake.
Everyone was surprised.
Wow.
Rain in sunny.
In the meteorite sky, the water in the center of the Lake Lake was all swinging, as if the water in the sponge was squeezed out, and there were all directions.
The small elephant fired his ears, climbed out of the lake in panic, and surrounded his father's six teeth white elephants.
Wow.
The water squeezed out of the lake walked around the hoof pillar, rolled back, and a touch of blood smoke surfaced.
Xiang Wang:
".....
The light and shadow changes, and the algae float.
The field of vision is getting darker and darkened into the mud, and the sinking into the mud, falling into the boundless darkness.
Wu Sheng's will constantly erodes, the blue light in the clouds flickered, and his physical strength is not available. He has almost no pain, leaving only one feeling.
tired.
Too tired.
It was not so tired to dig the mountains for ten years.
Ding Dian, who broke the Six Demons and Buddha, was beaten to light, even if the strength of thinking is gone, just like the vast sea surface, it is calm to half a wave of waves, leaving only deep black.
However,
The surface of Wuyi's sea can't afford to be half waves, there is only one situation.
The air pressure is extremely low.
Rainstorm is coming.
Suddenly.
The wind blew, and ripples appeared on the sea. It was not bitterness, not pain, but a touch of melancholy.
This one wants to test me, and that one wants to kill me.
Annoyance!
Annoyance! Annoyance! Annoyance!
Annoyance turns into annoyance, annoyance turns into anger, and anger turns into fire!
Crack!
In the spirit.
It was as if something was broken, and as if something was broken.
The vast sea of qi was surging, and under the Dragon Court Fairy Island, specks of sparks were floating, and these orange-red sparks gathered more and more until a certain critical point.
Gift!
A wisp of golden flame rose slowly.
At the bottom of the dark lake, algae swayed, and a pair of golden eyes opened wide!
In the sky, the sparrows frightened by the qi waves did not land for a long time,
Nirvana without residence, on the Buddha's hand.
Long Eying and Long Binglin showed concern.
Zhang Longxiang and the old monk stood side by side, watching silently, without any tension just now.
Gulp gulp.
Endless bubbles gushed out of the Woxiang Lake, and the dead fish turned upside down, emitting a foul smell.
The water was boiling!
"Amitabha."
The monks bowed their heads in silence.
They didn't know what had just happened, but as long as the abbots and elders in the temple didn't make any noise or give any instructions, no matter how loud the noise was, it would be fine.
Poor the innocent fish in the lake.
The Buddhist beads were spinning, and the wooden fish was beating continuously.
Steam was billowing into the sky.
The heat was surging.
The little monk raised his hand to wipe the sweat, but the next moment, his hand froze, and his legs were shaking.
The Woxiang Lake was whirling.
A mass of tattered flesh and blood walked out from the center of the lake. It was not human at all. It was just flesh and blood wrapped around the dislocated broken bones. Two white skeleton legs with rotten skin and flesh alternately stepped on the water and floated up bit by bit. Only the pair of eyes were as bright as flint and sparks!
"Success."
Zhang Longxiang jumped off the Buddha's hand.
At this moment, there are still people who don't know the truth and the reason. Huaikong looked around, bowed his head and chanted a Buddhist name, asking Dixian to stop.
"Huaikong, go quickly!"
"Yes!"
Inside Fulong Temple.
The sound of chanting Buddha was noisy and chaotic.
Buzzing like flies, the golden flames in the sea of qi rose three points, the golden eyes scanned a circle, and finally raised his head, looking at the palm of the golden Buddha, understanding a little, and suppressing the fire in his heart.
"Donor Liang, don't move."
Jumping from a high altitude, Huaikong gave a warning, stretched out his hand and pointed, and the green light spread from the fingertips.
The blurred and mottled flesh and blood were like tender buds moistened by spring rain, gradually growing and closing.
Liang Qu was silent.
After a while.
He turned his head.
Zhang Longxiang stood aside.
"What is that move called?"
"Fist!"
"What kind of fist?"
"It's called 'fist'."
"What is fire?"
"Intention!"
