The Lord of Reincarnation - 52. Chapter 52 The Decisive Battle Is The Temple (seeking Collection)

On the sixth day of June, the White Tiger King made an appointment to fight the second line of the Vatican in Rushe Temple!

Baihuxing Junfangxian!

In recent years, this name has been like a thunderbolt.

People in the rivers and lakes, who didn’t know that this monarch has suddenly emerged, the speed and momentum are unprecedented!

Although there are talents in the martial arts, but this person is simply an anomaly!

Originally unknown, since the Yuan Wu Kingdom Martial Arts Conference suddenly killed the innate, he killed the grandmaster, shocking the world, and the master’s cultivation level is truly unprecedented.

Immediately after a few years of silence, the battle of Grandmaster Baiyunshan suddenly promoted to Grandmaster, overwhelming the six major factions, and later took the first rank of Emperor Yuanwu among the thousands of troops.

Recently, the Bodhi Buddhist Temple has been overwhelming, and he returned after reading all the exercises.

The “one monk, one madman” circulating in the rivers and lakes has long been changed to “one monk, one white tiger”!

Now, how about going to meet the two great masters?

You know, the two channels of the Vatican to suppress the world’s martial arts are super sects with a history of thousands of years, and it is not uncommon for great masters to be produced from generation to generation.

Even though Fang Xian had already been promoted to Great Master, few people were optimistic about him.

The madman of Chu, who was inexhaustible in the past, was not killed in Yuanwu City in the end?

Even so, I don’t know how many martial arts people rushed to such a temple gate, wanting to participate in this rare martial arts event in a century.

Even some old monsters who lived in seclusion were attracted to move out one after another.

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The sixth day of June is sunny.

It is advisable to go out and travel long distances.

Fang Xian walked slowly on the mountain road, wearing a white-gold robe.

The reason why I chose this temple is just because it is close, that’s all.

Outside of the Temple Mountain Gate, a large number of martial artists have already gathered.

It is a pity that they were stopped outside by the innate stick monks of the temple, and only a few well-known senior masters can go up the mountain to witness.

If the temple is the origin of the Fanmen, there are dragons and crouching tigers in the temple, and there are only one hundred and eight Arhat monks in the congenital realm.

These one hundred and eight innate stick monks, together with the six great bodhisattvas in the master realm, set up the’Vajra Arhat Demon Array’, claiming that even if the great master comes, he will drink hate!

In the past history, such a great master of the temple has also appeared in the dynasty. At that time, the first person and great master of the magic way, Xue Guhong, went to the mountain gate and tried to destroy the ancestral court of the Vatican.

As a result, he fell into the’King Kong Arhat and Demon’s Great Array’, fought for nine days and nine nights, and finally died of exhaustion.

Ordinary arena masters, I’m afraid they are not enough for an innate stick monk to fight.

Facing them blocking the way, even if there is a cat scratching in his heart, he can only endure it.

A knife man was stopped outside, scratching his head, and suddenly saw the stick monk in front of him with solemn expression. He saluted a young man in white clothes and let the road go. He couldn’t help but wonder: “Who is this person? Why can he go in? I can’t. ?”

As soon as the voice fell, I immediately got a lot of caring and foolish gazes around.

“Young man, come out, it doesn’t matter if martial arts is not good, you have to show your tricks…” An old man next to him watched Fang Xian leave before he took a breath: “That one, but the master today!”

“Mr. Baihuxing!”

The knife man screamed unconsciously, triggering another wave.

…

Fang Xian Qi Ji Mingming, unknowingly, had already walked to the front of the Temple Mountain Gate like this.

In this case, the temple is not so magnificent and magnificent, there is only one mountain gate, and in front of the gate are two rows of couplets, “Viewing freely empty flowers, and so is a dream.” ‘

Two people stood in front of the mountain gate.

A monk is a monk, a monk is a monk who knows everything, and a Tao is a kendo man.

Behind them, there are hundreds of congenital arhats, all breathing, pulse, and heartbeat seem to be connected together, just like one person.

Around, there are some warriors, Yulongjiao, Guan Sheng, Linghu, and the heads of the six schools are among them.

Yulongjiao’s face was worried, but the other masters looked different.

“Contemplation of freeness in an empty flower, a dream is the same? It’s really good, and I also have a verse here-all active methods, such as dream bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be viewed in the same way. What does the master think?”

“Sure enough, the donor has the nature of Buddha, and it is thought-provoking. Wouldn’t it be nice if you cut your hair into a monk in this monastery and learn about the Dharma?”

The middle-aged monk of Zhifan has a pair of eyes that have experienced the vicissitudes of life, with Buddha nature.

“Haha, I came today to pick such a temple, but not for the rest!” Fang Xian laughed and refused.

At this time, the onlookers believed that the white tiger star monarch was really ready to challenge this thousand-year-old temple with his own strength, and they couldn’t help but lose their voices.

“The two veins of the Vatican and Daoism, advance and retreat together, Fang’s words make it impossible for the veteran to stand by.”

The Kendo sighed.

“Bah… you guy who secretly releases a flying sword to cut me, I am afraid of you?”

Fang Xian suddenly broke out: “Today you will go with this old monk, plus the King Kong Arhat and Demon Formation, I happen to learn it together!”

“Flying sword?”

Outside the court, there was an uproar among the masters, not knowing what Fang Xian meant.

On the contrary, the heads of the sects who have a lot to do with the second line of the Vatican were silent, and they looked at Fang Xian with horror.

They knew that the swordsman’s “imperial swordsmanship” at the bottom of the box, a sword flying immortal, was almost like the method of a person among the gods. They had secretly assassinated Fang Xian, but they had not yet taken the person’s life?

What is the unpredictable level of the martial arts of the White Tiger Star?

“Brother Dao, wait a minute. Today’s battle is unavoidable, so let Lao Na first learn about Baihuxingjun’s brilliant tricks.”

The monk Zhifan strode into the arena, a hazy golden light appeared on his body, and there was a faint Sanskrit meditation.

“What a kind of’Dragon Tiger Power King Kong is not bad supernatural power’…”

Fang Xian praised him, he understood that the pinnacle of this world had a little magical magic meaning.

This is the case for himself, both the swordsman’s “swordsmanship” and the Zhifan monk’s “superior powers”.

With this method, ordinary people will definitely be regarded as first-rate fairy gods and monsters when they see it!

He stepped out in the same step. Originally, there were thick bluestone slabs before the Temple Mountain Gate. At this time, cracks were directly exploded.

Roar!

There was a tiger roar in the void, and all the masters and masters around felt shaken and had difficulty breathing.

This is the invincible fist that Fang Xian has cultivated by sweeping the invincible since practicing boxing!

He inhales, closes his waist, closes his five fingers, raises his right hand high, and hits it with a punch!

This punch is very common, similar to the usual moves used in running rivers and lakes, such as Wuding Kaishan and force-breaking Huashan, it is a simple single punch.

But in Fang Xian’s hands, the power was astonishing, as if a mountain was crushed down.

If the monk does not dodge, he lifts his right hand lightly and directly supports it.

Boom!

Under his feet, the bluestone slab shattered directly, countless tortoise cracks spread to the distance, and the gravel flew randomly.

“Okay, come again!”

Fang Xian laughed, the white tiger hole in his body exploded, and another punch was blasted out.

“Three Tigers Kaitai!”

If the monk continued to parry, the gravel seemed to be stimulated by a strong bow and hard crossbow, flying towards the surroundings.

“Five tigers kill! Come again!”

If the monk smashed it out with his left hand, it is an innate faculty-lowering the magic pestle!

With Dragon and Tiger’s vigorous efforts, the end is powerful, and those who stand in the way are invincible!

“Okay! Seven tigers destroy the world! Come again!”

Bang bang!

The shadows of fists flew, the ground burst, and the air roared.

The strong momentum forced all the masters to retreat, staring at the terrible scene in the field in amazement.