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The rolling Buddha's voice fell slowly, and countless auras condensed in the surrounding void. These auras swept in and then condensed into the sky, forming a huge bergamot.
A vast, majestic palm exuded dazzling Buddha light, and fell with the head monk.
The huge bergamot also crashed down.
Rumble!
The sky and the earth roared, the rumbling sound was earth-shattering.
The whole ground seemed to start shaking violently.
And Xu Fu below is like an ant, who will be slapped to death by the bergamot.
As the Buddha's palm fell, it covered the sky and the sun, as if covering everything.
Just when the Buddha's palm shook the ground, leaving a huge Buddha's palm on the ground, a flash of sword light shook the sky.
"The point of the sword, broken!"
A beam of sword light shot out from the Buddha's palm, tearing the Buddha's palm apart.
A figure and the sword light seemed to become one, and wherever the sword light passed, the heavens and the earth made a piercing sound.
Go straight to the head monk.
Bang!
The Buddha light of the head monk was condensed, like the sun, surrounding him.
boom!
The sword light fell on the Buddha's light, as if hitting gold and iron, it made a roar.
Jian Guang flew out backwards, and then turned into Xu Fu.
Blood flowed from the corner of Xu Fu's mouth.
"It's such a powerful breath. Sure enough, Buddhists from the West are not so easy to deal with!"
Xu Fu muttered to himself.
"Amitabha!"
The head monk clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed with gold, and he said, "I have to say that the skill of the donor is far superior to ordinary people, but it's a pity, ordinary people are ordinary people after all!"
Wu Kong watched this scene, crouched on the eaves, and shook his head.
This Xu Fu's strength is indeed not weak, he has already reached the level of a monk, and he is not far away from becoming an immortal. However, these monks have already reached the level of immortal cultivation, and they can come from the far west to spread the Dharma. will be weak.
With absolute strength, Xu Fu seemed destined to be killed.
But what he knew about Xu Fu was probably to find the elixir for the first emperor, and went out to find the elixir, so how could he deal with these monks.
Now if Xu Fu was exterminated, who would be looking for the elixir of life?
Tatata!
At this moment, a person walked into the temple. This person was also a middle-aged man, but Wu Kong's first impression was that this person was full of murderous intent.
It was as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind him.
Although it couldn't be compared with the underworld, it was the first time he saw such a terrifying existence in the mortal world.
"Xu Fu, as I said before, how can people in the Buddhist sect be weak? You actually deal with them alone!"
This person seemed to know Xu Fu, and said with some complaints at this moment.
"Even if you come, I'm afraid it's about the same. The strength of these people is beyond our ability to deal with!"
Xu Fu smiled wryly and shook his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and looking gloomy.
"is it?"
The man smiled slightly and walked directly towards the Buddhist disciples.
"After deciding to deal with the Eastern and Western Immortal Buddhas, I have already awakened that my bloodline is not comparable to your Xu Fu!"
"Benefactor, please leave, don't ruin your life!"
The leading monk shook his head and said.
After hearing these words, the middle-aged man kept walking and walked towards the monk step by step.
Just as he got close to the monk, the monk clapped his palm again.
"The Dharma is boundless, since the benefactor insists on sending him to death, I will give him a ride!"
With a palm strike, countless dazzling Buddha lights in the surrounding world shook the heavens and the earth, and boundless spiritual energy swept in, directly hitting the middle-aged man.
Rumble!
These auras hit the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man seemed to emit a real roar, as if the middle-aged man was not made of flesh and blood at all, but made of gold and iron.
"die!"
The middle-aged man gave a loud shout, clenched his fists, and smashed it out.
Nothing fancy, just a punch.
boom!
The fist wind fell on the head monk's surrounding Buddha light.
The Buddha's light around him kept trembling.
The head monk looked calm at first, but the next moment the head monk showed a look of shock, his face turned pale with shock, and when he wanted to back off, it was too late.
A punch landed directly on his body.
The head monk flew out directly, like a kite with a broken string, and hit the temple.
The middle-aged man didn't look at the monk, but looked back at Xu Fu and said, "Give me the sword!"
Xu Fu glanced at the sword in his hand, couldn't help but smile wryly, and then threw it away.
The middle-aged man held the long sword in his hand, as if possessed by a killing god, and the murderous aura was as real as it was.
Cut out with one sword, one after another.