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Chapter 555: Indestructible

Zhang Hong’s choice cannot be said to be wrong, it is even the most correct one. He used his powerful attack power to force back the strongest Samantabhadra King, and then created a gap to join forces with Miaoming to deal with Vajra.

Once King Kong falls, the two brothers will be able to hold out against Samantabhadra's attack for a longer time, and maybe even hold out until the Heavenly Sword strikes him again.

But the prerequisite is that you can severely damage King Kong in one go.

Miao Ming's thirty-two aspects are famous throughout the world, and Zhang Hong's ability to subdue dragons and tigers is even more well-known, but they do not know what King Kong's abilities are.

Vajra was not born in the largest Zhao Temple in Tubo, but in the Sanyang Temple, which has a long history but is small in scale.

Although King Kong is tall, he is a real ascetic monk. To a certain extent, his practice philosophy is very similar to that of Dabei Temple.

In the eyes of outsiders, he should be a strong warrior-type cultivator who is very capable in fighting and resisting, and everyone is on guard against similar skills.

Until he sat cross-legged and took the combined attack from Miao Ming and Zhang Hong.

The two brothers were already prepared for King Kong to take their attacks head-on, and they had already thought of a series of subsequent combos. Although Samantabhadra's finger had arrived, he was still far away. After taking on the finger, it would not prevent the two from continuing to take down King Kong.

The fist and palm hit King Kong at the same time. King Kong trembled all over and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

He seemed to be hit hard by this move.

The number one person in the Tibetan interior, King Kong, is actually just an embroidered pillow. Is he so vulnerable?

The next moment, Zhang Hong and Miao Ming's eyes widened and blood gushed out of their mouths and noses, as if the combined strength of the two men had just hit them.

Two gusts of wind came from behind and pierced directly into the backs of the two men. Zhang Hong and Miao Ming fell from mid-air and landed heavily on the ground.

what happened!

Zhang Hong struggled to get up, but a pair of white shoes had already fallen down, and a lotus flower blossomed at his feet, instantly eliminating the little strength that Zhang Hong had accumulated with great difficulty.

"Buddha has mercy on me. I have never liked killing. If someone spits on me, I will just let it dry up. If someone kills me, it is their own fault. I have only been beaten so many times that my health has improved."

King Kong stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the two people from Dabei Temple who were lying on the ground: "If you two hadn't used such heavy hands, it wouldn't have come to this. Monks don't lie. Since it was said that Shengci Temple will decide where Master Yanhui's body will go tomorrow, then it must be there. I will send Master Yanhui's body to Shengci Temple first, and I hope you two won't be late."

King Kong turned and walked away, trying to lift the big bell, moving with difficulty, and slowly leaving along the original path.

Zhao Yushu watched helplessly as the fight between the four top masters was decided in just a few moves, and he didn't even have a chance to take action.

It turns out that King Kong's skill is to completely absorb damage, and then return it to the attacker intact, and then rely on his stronger body and faster recovery ability to defeat the enemy. This ability must have an upper limit, but he has already achieved perfection in the external view, and no one can force this upper limit except the internal view.

And even if it is forced out, who can withstand such horrific destructive power that will backfire on oneself?

Vajra verbally said that the debate would continue tomorrow, but Zhang Hong and Miao Ming were both seriously injured, and there was still a Samantabhadra King who had not left. Wasn't it obvious that he wanted to kill these two people here and then win the battle tomorrow?

Who can stop King Samantabhadra now?

Heavenly Sword?

How is Tianjian now?

Zhao Yushu looked up suddenly, and the sky was empty.

In the north of Yizhou City, a few breaths ago, all the cultivators in the entire Yizhou City subconsciously looked up. The Shushan Sky Sword fell from the sky. No one knew which inner realm would die today.

The Heavenly Sword is extremely large, but its size keeps shrinking as it falls. Although its visual impact is much less, the sword's power is getting stronger and stronger.

The leader's eyes beneath the mask became more and more solemn. He had been targeted by Dugu Sword Saint. Now even with Gu Changfeng's one-step-a-thousand-mile ability, he would still be hunted down by the Heavenly Sword to the ends of the earth. He could only endure it.

But the power of the Heavenly Sword can actually be strengthened. This old man from Shushan must have selfish motives and wants to kill himself here.

Inner scene against inner scene, heavenly level against heavenly level, I am really not afraid of you!

A red lotus rose from the north of the city, heading towards the fallen heavenly sword from afar.

The leader's entire body turned golden, his spiritual energy no longer surged, and became completely restrained.

Honglian collided with Tianjian.

The Heavenly Sword trembled slightly, as if it was blocked.

There was no joy in the leader's eyes, he knew what would happen.

The next moment, the red lotus began to wither visibly, the petals flew everywhere, and the Heavenly Sword moved forward.

"Well done!"

The leader looked at the Heavenly Sword, which had become the size of an ordinary long sword, roared, clenched his right fist, and smashed the sword hard.

Inside Zhang Yi Tower, Sword Saint Dugu slowly opened his eyes, with a long sword lying across his knees.

"Uncle Master, what does he want?"

Wu Ziteng looked at Dugu Jiansheng with confusion on his face.

Dugu Jiansheng did not answer his question, or he did not know either, he just sighed and said, "The undefeated golden body is well-deserved."

The leader sat on the ground, the golden color on his body faded, and his black robe was stained even deeper by the blood.

"Haha, hahahaha, you old bastard, you really can't kill me!"

The leader laughed loudly, and the broken red lotus rose again, illuminating the sky of Yizhou, as if announcing his victory in this battle to everyone, and his entire right arm had disappeared.

Wu Ziteng didn't know what the leader was trying to do and why he was determined to confront the Heavenly Sword head-on even at the risk of losing his life, but Zhao Yushu knew the answer.

The leader was too proud. He used a trick to lure Yan Hui here, and then relied on the blood sacrifice of the grandmother who protected the religion and his own brute strength to kill Yan Hui and seize the undefeated golden body. He even wanted to take down Gu Changfeng in one fell swoop.

If such a person shrinks back when facing the Heavenly Sword, his life will come to an end.

He is a bad guy and a man who will do anything to achieve his goals, but Zhao Yushu has to admit that he is a man who, after his dreams were shattered, is no longer worried or fearful and dares to face the strongest person in the world.

He wants to be the only cultivator in the world, so he must face the strongest Shushan Tianjian in Yizhou head-on, but it is only convenient for him to buy time for King Puxian.

The Sword Master can kill him again, but the leader will not give the Sword Master this chance again.

"The Lord has won. Haha, the Lord's invincible body has won. Lord Li, why don't you kill me quickly? If you are any later, all your soldiers will be killed. Oh, I also have an invincible body. Come on, chop off my head."

Nong Shouguang looked like a madman, laughing along with the leader.

Li Qi gritted his teeth, jumped up and jumped into the city. Nong Shouguang climbed up and patted the dirt on his body: "Fool, let's see how long you can hold on."

Li Qi fell to the ground, surrounded by thick blood mist.

King Samantabhadra ignored Li Qi and just stood beside Zhang Hong and Miao Ming. He could take their lives with a wave of his hand and there was no need to provoke the Heavenly Sword at all.

Zhang Hong and Miao Ming were already in despair. Not to mention the inner scene in front of them, even Nong Shouguang might be able to kill them both.

"I'm sorry, both of you. My sect is at the end of its rope. I promise that I will send Master Yanhui's remains back to the Central Plains and return them to the Dabei Temple in the future."

King Samantabhadra raised his hand slightly, and then he heard a familiar sound, the sound of drums.