Chapter 1,241 The Master of the Shingon Sect

Before he could recover, Ye Bufan's figure came to him in an instant, so fast that he had no time to react.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strong burst of force in the chest, and he hit with a punch, and then flew backwards like a broken sack, and a blood arrow spurted out from the body in mid-air.

Although the other party was a monk, he had no good intentions towards him, so Ye Bufan would naturally not be polite to him.

Although this punch did not kill him on the spot, it still took away half of his life.

At the same time, everyone else also ended the battle. Each of the eight Vajras was beaten to a miserable state, either maimed or injured, and all fell on the hillside.

At the same time, Qianmu Takeo's side was also extremely miserable.

Fire Protector Fran Jianhua's Eye of Lihuo burned him to a crisp on the outside and was tender on the inside. He was hit with an ice palm by Snow Protector Huang Xiaomei, and then an arm was chopped off by a wind blade from Wind Protector Chen Yi.

The poor and majestic Sword Master of the Great Dog Kingdom, a strong man in the middle stage of the Holy Order, finally ended up like this.

Seeing Thunder Protector Xie Changsi coming towards him with great force again, Qianmu Takefu was so frightened that he almost lost his soul and shouted in panic: "Father, save me!"

When he called Ye Bufan and others, they were amused. Was he called daddy after being beaten?

But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed from the side of Mount Koya, and instantly reached the top of everyone's head at an astonishing speed.

"Stop it all!"

With a roar, a huge coercion filled the entire place, squeezing everyone to death.

This aura was so powerful that Xie Changsi, Huang Xiaomei and others were so suppressed that they could hardly breathe and immediately stopped their attacks.

Feeling this powerful pressure, Ye Bufan was suddenly shocked. The person in front of him was a strong man in the late stage of the holy level, and his cultivation level was even higher than him.

I originally thought that the previous monk Guangji was already the strongest in the Shingon Sect, but I didn't expect that there was someone stronger than him.

Looking up, I saw a monk wearing a yellow robe standing in mid-air. His face was lined with wrinkles, making it hard to tell how old he was. He vaguely resembled Takeo Senki.

"Could this man be Takeo Chiki's father?"

Although Takeo Chiki looks like he is only sixty or seventy years old, in fact he is already over a hundred years old. If his father were still alive, you can imagine how old he would be.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, telling everyone in the Dragon King Hall to retreat behind him, and then looked at the old monk.

"Who are you?"

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Before the old monk could speak, Takeo Chiki had already run over in a panic. At this moment, he no longer looked like the sword master he had been before. He shouted angrily: "Father, kill them to avenge me."

This proved everything. This old monk turned out to be a member of the Qianmu family and was also the father of Qianmu Takeo.

This also explains why the Chiaki family is based in Koyasan, and why people like the Shingon Sect came over to help Chiki Takeo.

It turns out that there is such a relationship behind it, and it can be seen that this old monk definitely has a high status in the Shingon Sect.

The old monk flicked his fingers to seal several acupuncture points on Qianmu Takeo's arm, and after helping him stop the bleeding, he said: "Okay, step back."

Then he flashed and came to Ye Bufan: "Chinese, you surprise me."

He knew that the Qianmu family was going to attack Ye Bufan in Mount Koya today, and they also sent Monk Guangji and the Eight Great Vajras of the Shingon Sect.

In his opinion, such a lineup was already invincible, but he never expected that not only would the defeat be miserable, but one of his son's arms would also be cut off by the opponent.

Ye Bufan said: "Old monk, what should I call you? Are you from the Shingon Sect or the Qianmu family?"

"I, the Buddha, have mercy and will satisfy your curiosity before I die."

As the old monk spoke, the kind look on his face disappeared instantly and was replaced by a look of murderous intent.

"In the Shingon Sect, I am Master Guangdou, the leader of the sect, and in the Senki family, I am Senki Takeo's previous sword master - Senki Kojiro.

No matter what happens today, I cannot let you leave the Big Dog Country alive, so you are not allowed to treat me as Master Guangdu, just treat me as a member of the Qianmu family. "

It turns out that this Senki Kojiro is Senki Takeo's previous sword master and his biological father.

After retiring, he entered the Koyasan Shingon Sect to practice Buddhism, and later relied on his lofty status to succeed as the head of the Shingon Sect.

"Qianki Kojiro, you seem to be very confident."

Although the opponent was a strong man in the late Saint level, Ye Bufan didn't panic too much.

"What do you think?" Qianki Kojiro said with murderous intent, "Don't think that having more of you will be of much use. Having too many ants to kill an elephant is just a lie by you Chinese people.

Ants are ants, no matter how many they are, it's useless. If you don't have the slightest ability to resist in front of the truly strong, none of you will survive today. "

Feeling the murderous intention of this old devil, Xie Changsi came over and said: "Lord Dragon King, this hometown

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You guys are very powerful, why don't we join together? "

Others also gathered around. They had already seen that the monk in front of them was too advanced to fight alone.

"No need, you don't need to take action, I will do it myself."

Ye Bufan stretched out his hand to stop the people behind him. If the opponent was only in the middle stage of the Saint level, the advantage in numbers could make up for the lack of cultivation.

However, Qianki Kojiro was already in the late stage of the Holy Level. After reaching the Holy Level, each level of cultivation was completely different, and the number of people alone could no longer make up for this gap.

If everyone takes action together, it won't have much effect and will only increase casualties.

"Sooner or later, you will die. Which one of you comes first? If you are in a hurry, you can come together."

Qianmu Kojiro looked extremely arrogant. Although Ye Bufan defeated Qianmu Takeo and Guangji Monk, he was still far behind him.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "I can handle a bald ass like you by myself."

"Chinese, then you should die first."

After speaking, Qianki Kojiro stretched out his right hand, and it immediately transformed into a big hand of true energy in mid-air, and grabbed Ye Bufan in the air.

The powerful men in the late stage of the Martial Saint's attack were astonishingly powerful, and the entire space seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

Ye Bufan knew that there was a gap in his cultivation, so he did not dare to resist forcefully. He used teleportation in his mind, and in a blink of an eye he was behind Qianki Kojiro and punched him in the back.

"Hey! Sure enough, there are some tricks. No wonder he can hurt my son."

Qianki Kojiro was slightly startled, but without any panic or dodge, he took Ye Bufan's punch forcefully.

Ye Bufan succeeded with one blow, but found that his punch, which was full of thunder and lightning, was unable to break through the opponent's body-protecting Qi. It was like hitting cotton and had no effect at all. It seems that the strong men in the later stage of the Martial Saint are indeed extraordinary. Extraordinary.

Surprised, he wanted to use teleportation again, but unfortunately it was too late. The surrounding space had been firmly locked by Qianki Kojiro's true energy.

"Chinese people, go to hell."

Qianmu Kojiro said and punched Ye Bufan in the face.

Unable to use teleportation, he had no choice but to use Chaos Qi like crazy, and punched him with all his strength.

The two fists collided together, and with a loud roar, Ye Bufan flew backwards like a cannonball. He was unexpectedly thrown hundreds of meters away, and blood spurted out in mid-air.