Xu Lang was stunned and could not figure it out. Just when he was about to end the operation and the perfect ending, he encountered the murderous hand of the sweeping monk. Who is this old monk? Isn’t he a monk who protects the temple in Shaolin Temple? How could he use the martial arts of the Songshan Sect? Why did he help the Songshan Sect?

Xu Lang was full of doubts.

Just when Xu Lang was stunned, the old monk attacked again, without giving Xu Lang a chance to breathe, as if he was going to kill him.

There was a huge "Great Compassion Hand" in front and behind, but now it was attacking Xu Lang from all directions, leaving him with no choice but to retreat and no choice but to escape.

Damn, old monk, what are you going to make a fuss? Shouldn’t we two be in the same group? Why are we all good at beating our own people? Xu Lang complained in his heart.

This time, Xu Lang further verified a truth: in this world, wherever there are people, there will be right and wrong, and no one can rely on him. Only by improving his own strength is the bottom line.

Only by being hard can one be considered hard! Only by being hard can one win!

Of course, it’s not that Xu Lang is full of pessimism about the world and others, but one thing after another makes him understand that only when his fist is hard enough can he protect himself from harm and protect the person he loves from harm.

Some people are trustworthy and worthy of trusting their lives, but some people are ultimately unreliable. This is Xu Lang's enlightenment at this moment.

That day, if the sweeping monk had not descended from the sky, turned the tide and saved him and everyone, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Who would have thought that this old monk would go against him in a few days?

Well, since you want to kill me, how can I wait quietly for you to slaughter? Although I can't beat you, even if I bite you, I will still bite my hair.

After thinking about it, Xu Lang jumped up, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the big hand, and actually grabbed a "Great Compassion Hand" in front of him. With another force, he heard a "plash", just like a sound of a glass cup falling to the ground and shattering. In the blink of an eye, the "Great Compassion Hand" in front of him seemed to have been broken by himself.

Xu Lang hurriedly used his "golden left hand" again, using the same method, trying to break the three "great compassion hands" on the left and right behind the back. However, before he could respond again, the "great compassion hands" that had been shattered by himself just now returned to its original form in an instant and grabbed them from four directions with the other three "great compassion hands".

Just when Xu Lang was shocked, he suddenly realized that a "Great Compassion Hand" suddenly fell over his head, and it was larger than the other four, just like the Tathagata Buddha slapped Sun Wukong on the ground with his palm.

At this moment, Xu Lang was attacked all over his body, and it was a peerless magical skill he had never experienced before. For a moment, he could not find a way to break the enemy, and even using the "Golden Left Hand" seemed a little powerless.

However, Xu Lang has never been a person who is willing to fail. Even if he dies, he will die on the road to charge.

Xu Lang used his left hand to open the way, grabbed it hard, and then pulled it hard, which was like tearing the space apart. However, before, it was like grabbing a curtain in his left hand. With a force, it would tear it apart, which was very easy. In other people's words, this is the so-called "space law" of Western martial arts. It can tear the space apart, just like breaking the glass barrier surrounding him.

However, now, Xu Lang used the same trick again with the "golden left hand" and used the so-called "space law", but felt that what he was holding in his hand was no longer a curtain, but a kind of hard as steel, which could not be torn apart at all. Not to mention tearing it apart, his left hand felt a burst of pain. You must know that his left hand was also as hard as steel, while the surrounding "space" was harder than steel.

Xu Lang was shocked and sighed!

What about God, what's going on? Xu Lang said in horror!

And the ethereal voice laughed: "Hmph, ignorant child, do you think you can really deal with me if you get a little fur from Western martial arts? Not to mention you, even the main gods in the West may not dare to enter my China to cause trouble. You are just lucky to learn some fur and dare to disturb Western martial arts in my China border. If I don't destroy you, who will destroy you? Besides, I dare to say that you didn't learn it with your heart, maybe it was just a stolen move, which is in line with your usual style! Humph, today, let you see the true power of Chinese martial arts!"

Xu Lang was so angry that he couldn't help but curse: "Old bald donkey, what do you mean? What do you mean by my usual style? Do you mean I am good at stealing? You are insulting my personality! Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

As Xu Lang said, he used his hands and eyes to summon the seven-colored Buddhist beads in his eyes. His eyes suddenly kicked round and large. In an instant, seven Buddhist beads of seven colors appeared in Xu Lang's two eyes. They were rotating at high speed, and seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple flashed. Finally, they quickly froze to "green", which means that Xu Lang can already use the four colors of red, orange, yellow, green, and green.

However, Xu Lang is now able to use only one color, and can only choose one to use it at a time. He believes that if four types can be used at the same time, or several of them are arranged and combined in different orders, there will definitely be different effects.

However, Xu Lang's understanding and control ability of the "Seven Colored Buddhist Beads" in his eyes was only at the "fur" stage, and he could not achieve more development and utilization.

However, just as Xu Lang used the green beam, he saw that the green beam could swing freely with his thoughts and hit wherever he pointed, just like shooting a balloon not far ahead with an air gun. With a "bang", the "Great Compassion Hand" in front shattered and disappeared. When he raised his head, the "Great Compassion Hand" above his head was also destroyed by the green light.

The old monk seemed to see that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly removed the other three "Great Compassion Hands" and said, "Good boy, he can actually control the green beam. Although I am a Buddhist, I don't know much about the power of the seven-colored Buddhist beads.

Humph, although the seven-color Buddhist beads contain supreme power of Buddhism, it’s a pity that you have too little experience and cannot control the seven-color Buddhist beads. Since that’s the case, it’s better to leave the seven-color Buddhist beads to me for safekeeping, so that I can find a more suitable destined person.

You are not at all! You are not worthy!”

The old monk said, as if he was exercising his skills again.

The reason why he said "it seems" is that Xu Lang only feels that such an old monk exists. In fact, the old monk has not appeared at all. While this makes him upset, he also feels that his crisis has come.

To be honest, Xu Lang seems to have felt a sense of fear or crisis since his debut. This old monk was obviously playing the game and wanted to take back his seven-color Buddhist beads. It was a fatal move. What annoyed is that although he has many plug-ins, he has undergone major upgrades. Even if he is a master, he is more than enough to deal with ordinary masters.

However, now he is facing a "god"-like existence like a sweeping monk. Xu Lang felt that he was a little powerless and had an ominous premonition. He seemed to be destined to fall into Shaolin Temple in Songshan in this life. He was beaten to death by a perverted master like Jin Yutang a few days ago. Now, he has encountered a "sweeping monk" who is even more powerful than Jin Yutang. Xu Lang feels that this joke is too big. Isn't this a playful person?

The unwilling soul in Xu Lang's heart drove him howl and soared into the sky. He wanted to capture the old monk, even if he died, he would die on the way to charge.

At the same time, the old monk also used all his skills to meet and appeared within Xu Lang's vision. It turned out that the "Sweeping Monk" who had a kind-eyed and god-like appearance that he saw that day has now become the executioner who wants to kill himself.

………

Jiangdu, Longteng Villa, Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Ah...hiss..."

Xiao Yuruo, who was sitting in the living room drinking tea, suddenly sighed. When he opened his mouth, he saw blood on the tip of his tongue.
Chapter completed!