Chapter 575 stabbing you with one finger

After the chest was punctured, the monk could not bear to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was pale.

This arrow, as long as tens of meters, through the chest, the taste is very bad.

Even with the protection of Buddha light, the body of King Kong cannot resist this kind of attack.

The chest is like being hit by a huge hammer. Song Hui's strength is very strong in the same realm.

When the battle was fierce, Chu Yun came slowly from the distant sky.

"Eh, it's Song Hui again."

When Chu Yun saw Song Hui, who was arrogant, he couldn't help saying that he was funny.

This guy is really arrogant and domineering. No matter where he goes, it's like this. It hasn't changed at all.

It seems that he is looking for trouble again.

Two people who were besieged, Chu Yun remembered, one was Guan Bowen, the other was a Buddhist monk.

When dealing with fish monsters, the two men stood up and took the lead.

If it wasn't for them, fish monsters wouldn't be so easy to solve.

For these two people with a strong sense of justice, Chu Yun's impression is good.

On the contrary, Song Hui is not a good thing in itself.

After the big monk was seriously injured, he couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, urge the King Kong fighting body behind him, fight with his hands together, and fight for his seriously injured body, but also stop Song Hui.

Only listen to the void tremor, a roar, the ground sank for several meters, Song Hui was covered by the shock wave released by this palm, and his pupils flashed a little panic.

He didn't expect that even if he was seriously injured, the great monk still had the strength to fight back.

"Big monk, you are good. How about eating me?"

Song Hui just stepped down, and a young man of the same realm stood up beside him, laughing wildly and throwing a fist.

The big monk's eyes were gloomy, and he forced his hand to resist.

"Poof!"

This fist is powerful. He only feels that he has been hit hard. His eyes turn black and his mouth spits out blood.

The young man laughed. His identity is very good. He is also a young master of a big family. He is not much worse than Song Hui.

This is obviously a wheel race.

Song Hui's consumption was a little severe, so he retired one after another and took a rest for a while.

Others, top it right away.

After the big monk supported a round of strong attack, his expression was very reluctant. He could not help but bite his teeth and make a seal to shake the young man away.

"Disciples of Buddhism are really capable, but what can they do?"

"This is the north of Xinjiang, not Dongzhou," cried the young man arrogantly, "dare to meddle here, I want you to die!"

Finally, the great monk gave up his patience and took the initiative to throw out the wooden fish with his wrists turned, and went to the youth to suppress it.

At the beginning, he used the wooden fish to kill the fish monster.

The young man was shocked, took a deep breath and hit his fists to shake the wooden fish back.

"Click!"

A crisp sound, young arm fracture directly, white bone pricked skin, shocking.

The big monk took a deep breath. Although he had the upper hand, he was not satisfied.

This is a simple thing in itself, but the big monk only wants to stop it and doesn't want to complicate it.

"Almsgiver, this is the end of the matter. Why don't we take a step back and stop?"

The big monk frowned and suggested.

The scene is obviously that he has the upper hand, but he suddenly proposes to stop. He is not arrogant or discouraged. He is obviously unwilling to make things big.

The young man clenched his teeth, retreated hundreds of meters, and began to pick up his aura and recover.

Another sneered and walked out: "big monk, I'd like to see you. I can defeat several people in a row!"

Before the monk could speak, the man offered a sword and stabbed it at him.

In the void, there is a crack of tens of meters long, which is shining and impregnable.

In the face of this move, the great monk dare not be slighted at all. He immediately transports his whole body's Buddhist strength and condenses it into a huge hand, which is extremely hard and stands in front of him.

"Hiss!"

The big palm was cut open, the space made unbearable sounds, and several palaces were flattened by the waves.

Each young master's eyes were bright, and he secretly compared himself with the fighting power of both sides.

"Kill the sword!"

The young man is so powerful that he is still a swordsman.

The sword is full of meaning. It is arrogant to kill. It is unbridled and goes forward.

The big monk was clumsy. In a blink of an eye, he had several swords in his body. He was covered with blood and his cassock was torn.

"Poof!"

The great monk couldn't bear this huge force. He spewed blood again and his body was withered.

In the whole void, the energy is disordered, and the whirlpools hiss and hiss, and the cracks are like lightning, constantly passing through the sky.

"It's shameless to fight in circles."

"Buddhist monk is a good man, but it's a pity..."

"Alas!"

Many Taoists dare not be angry.

Seeing that the great monk has no power to fight back, the wooden fish is no longer moving because of the loss of Buddhist control. Song Hui, who has been recuperating, suddenly stands out, bows and arrows, shooting a strong wind.

Obviously, he wanted to kill the monk himself.

"Song Hui, you are really arrogant."

Chuyun walked forward with a smile, treading on the void, step by step.

The whole void was twisted and hissed under his feet.

Hearing this, Song Hui trembled and looked up with disbelief.

When he saw Chu Yun, he could not help roaring: "it's you! It's you! "

"Yes, it's me."

Chu Yun's mouth is curved. Song Hui is not a good guy. He is full of hatred for himself.

If there's a chance, it's better to get rid of it early. It will never happen.

Seeing Chu Yun approaching, Song Hui shivers and suddenly thinks of his means.

It's impossible to speculate on Yu Huajing's existence by common sense that he can be killed by the Seven Realms of Shentong realm.

Who could have thought that he would meet him here.

Boundless fear gradually engulfed Song Hui. His expression was white as if he had asked for his life.

"Song Ge, who is this boy?"

A few young people nearby stared at Chu Yun with displeasure. The big monk who was nosy had not solved the problem, and another one came out.

Song Hui's lips trembled, and he didn't care to answer them. He shouted and ran away.

"Where else can you go in this underground imperial city?"

Chu Yun stretches out his hand lightly and yanks it in the void.

Song Hui's body suddenly seemed to be sucked in and flew wildly.

Chu Yun's eyes were full of pure light, and he gently reached for his finger and snorted, which pierced Song Hui's heart.

Song Hui's body was frozen, and his expression was full of fear. He didn't expect that the other side would be so decisive. He would die if he came up.

"Early death, early life."

Chu Yun's eyes are indifferent, and he doesn't talk much nonsense, leaving only a few words.

Song Hui fell to the ground with a soft body.

"Wow!"

All the onlookers were shocked.

In the distance, Yang Xinyue just came.

When she saw the contradiction between Chu Yun and song Huisheng, she was trying to give advice. She didn't expect the next scene to make her beautiful eyes shrink and lose color.

Song Hui was stabbed to death by someone.

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