Chapter 457

The Tiger God's falling from the sky, with violent power, makes the monk unable to support and kneels directly on the ground. Even so, the monk also blocks the Tiger God's attack, but he doesn't suffer much damage.

"Old monk, I didn't expect that your strength is so strong. You're taking my move!" The tiger god roared, and his eyes were full of murderous spirit!

After the monk stood up, he raised his fists high and fell down again with the force of Taishan. His fists penetrated the body and hit the monk's hands again.

The powerful Qi entered into the monk's body directly through the monk's arms, and broke it unscrupulously. A mouthful of blood could not be suppressed between his throat, and the monk suddenly burst out.

But the Tiger God is not easy to suffer, the force is mutual, the huge anti shock force let the Tiger God also suffered a lot of internal injury.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that your whole neighborhood was so terrible that it could destroy my golden bell mask Kung Fu." The monk wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said with a bitter smile.

"Shaolin martial arts really deserves its reputation. A single golden bell shield makes me use all my strength." The Tiger God said with emotion. It seems that Shaolin's martial arts is beyond his imagination and can't be ignored.

"Then take my last move, Jinzhong Tianda." The old monk roared and stood up from the ground. His muscles swelled again and his body grew tall again. His muscles radiated golden light, just like gold. His golden fist became huge. The sound of metal friction could also be heard between opening and closing.

In a flash, the monk had come to the Tiger God, followed by a fist, which was thick and heavy, just like the top of Mount Tai. Hit in the arms of the tiger god chest, the tiger god suddenly like a broken line of the kite, flying upside down, the mouth of the blood continues to spray out.

"I didn't expect you to practice the golden bell cover to the highest level." The tiger god wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and said in shock.

In Shaolin martial arts, the golden bell jar is not a powerful martial art. It is easy to learn but difficult to practice. It is very difficult to practice to the highest level. Few people have been able to practice the golden bell jar to the highest level since ancient times.

However, once the golden bell jar is trained to the highest level, it is covered with copper and iron. It is not inferior to those peerless martial arts.

"You're picking me up." The monk gave a big drink, and his momentum soared again. His body expanded again. He glared at King Kong, and his fists had the power of sweeping everything.

"War." The Tiger God, on the other hand, roars up to the sky with a strong wind. It is vast and boundless, just like a fierce tiger going down the mountain, rushing to the monk with endless killing.

The fierce tiger rubs and collides fiercely with the two powerful forces of the angry eye King Kong, making an earth shaking collision sound. Then the Qi force bursts out, and the smoke fills the air, and it rushes away in all directions.

As the dust and fog fell, the two figures stood with their backs facing each other. The huge body of the monk was restored to its original shape, and the golden luster on his body was dim. It was clear that the monk's whole arm was broken shoulder to shoulder.

Tiger God is not much better. His chest clothes are torn up by strong Qi force, his chest is concave, and the blood on his mouth is constantly flowing out. If not for the Tiger God's evasion in time, I'm afraid this blow will hit his heart, not dead and disabled.

At this time, the Tiger God felt that some people with good strength were coming to the warehouse. They should be monks. As soon as the tiger god frowned, he immediately resisted the internal injury and quickly disappeared.

Just after the tiger god disappeared, a group of monks appeared at the warehouse. They didn't want to see the monks they usually saw. They all looked very strong and powerful, and their eyes were shining.

"What's the matter with you, elder? Who hurt you like this? " The monk who took the lead asked in shock when he saw the old monk.

"I'm fine. I just broke my arm and suffered a little internal injury." The old monk said intermittently.

"Elder, who is it? We must take revenge for it. " The leading monk said angrily.

"There's nothing to revenge for. It's just a fair duel. I'm inferior to others. I've been hurt and have nothing to say." The old monk waved to stop.

"What?" Everyone present was shocked.

Who is the old monk? That's the elder of the inner Temple of Shaolin Temple. He's trained to the highest level with a golden bell cover. He's also one of the top people in the inner temple. Otherwise, the inner Temple of Shaolin will not be led by him this time.

"What's so shocking? You should know that there are many people in the world who are more powerful than me. My injury also gives you a warning. Don't think that the people in Shaolin Temple are arrogant and belittle the martial arts in the world. You should know that there are many forces in the world that don't need to be inferior to Shaolin Temple." Said the old monk.

"Yes, elder." All the monks immediately bowed their heads and agreed.

"Call the police. There is no one alive in the warehouse. Let the police deal with it. The murderer's method is very vicious. But these people are not good people. They deserve to die. When you meet people who use this kind of knife technique in the future, don't provoke each other. Do you understand?" The old monk warned again.

The old monk saw the knife wound on the dead man and knew that the Tiger God's sword technique was terrible and had reached the stage of perfection. If the Tiger God had just fought with himself with a knife, he would not have been defeated by both sides, but killed himself.

"Yes, elder." Although many monks didn't agree, they still respectfully agreed. It seems that the old monk's status and prestige are very high.

The old monk naturally saw the expression of some monks, but he didn't say anything. Sometimes, no matter how much he said, he couldn't live up to his own experience.

"Let's recite a passage of the curse of death. Let's go beyond these souls. Although they are all evil people, the dead are the greatest. After death, all the gratitude and resentment will disappear." The old monk coughed and said.

Although these monks belong to Shaolin Inner Temple and mainly practice martial arts, they still learn Buddhism, so we know more or less about it.

The so-called Shaolin Inner Temple is a kind of protection force of Shaolin. It is mainly composed of monks in the temple. After hard training, these monks are very powerful. However, Shaolin Inner Temple has not been around the world these years, so the strength of Shaolin Inner Temple is unfathomable.

With these words, the old monk showed a smile, his body trembled, and the red blood gushed out of his mouth. He was about to fall down, but he was immediately held by the monks around him.

The old monk's face turned pale, coughed and said with a bitter smile, "I didn't think that this dark force was so powerful.

It's still a good thing for the old monk to burst out. Although he was injured and vomited blood, the hidden danger in his body was solved, and there was no hero for his later cultivation.