I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

The trajectory of this punch was clearly visible, but it was surprisingly fast.

But visually, it gives people a feeling of slow motion, as if the entire picture is frozen and the fist is moving forward inch by inch.

However, this punch hit the mace in full view of the naked eye, smashing the so-called magic weapon into pieces. Before the bald man could show a look of surprise on his face, the punch had already hit his chest.

"what is that?"

Nezha suddenly saw that wherever his fist passed, there were dots of light, which seemed to shine with some kind of brilliance, but this light was a strange color of black mixed with starlight.

"Space crack!" Yang Jian's expression grew serious, and he said in a deep voice, "This punch... has the power to tear space apart!"

"Are you...are you kidding me? Our holy monk is indeed more powerful than before, but he's not this powerful!" Nezha exclaimed in horror, "This involves the power of the law!"

The bald man didn't move, and Tang Ku didn't move either, but the woman behind the bald man widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

"What's this called... a punch?"

The bald strong man looked at the fist on his chest and suddenly showed a confused look.

"Amitabha, well done, well done. Since you asked so sincerely, I will mercifully tell you. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a giant, born from chaos... Hey, hey, hey, didn't you want to hear it? Why are you dying now? Can't you even hold your breath?"

Tang Ku saw veins bulging on this guy's forehead, blood flowing from all his orifices, and then suddenly burst into a rain of blood, without even a single stubble of hair left.

Together with the Iron Fist Points obtained from defeating the minions before, a total of three Iron Fist Points were immediately earned!

Tang Ku breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did the tiny, hair-like spatial cracks behind him finally disappear. He looked at the woman and chuckled, "I think I won..."

The woman said nothing, but suddenly drew her bow and arrow very quickly, aiming at Tang Ku.

"I knew you weren't trustworthy..."

Whoosh!

The crimson feather arrow suddenly shot towards Tang Ku's head.

You know, this arrow has the power of a small surface-to-air missile. The Taishan Mountain that was just flattened is an example. How could Tang Ku be willing to take on such a powerful magic weapon?

At that moment, he sacrificed himself and flew up, using the immortal version of Lingbo Weibu to dodge at the fastest speed. Unexpectedly, Nezha shouted at the side: "Holy monk, be careful, this arrow can track the enemy!"

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier..." Tang Ku suddenly turned over and avoided the attack of the feather arrow, but unexpectedly the feather arrow turned around and rushed towards him again.

"It's indeed a missile, and a guided missile at that..."

Tang Ku narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Haha, in that case, I won't be polite..."

Just like the ordinary version of Lingbo Weibu, this footwork was also created based on the hexagrams and directions, so it was easy to use to dodge attacks. Tang Ku also discovered that although the arrow was very fast and could be tracked, the way it turned was very awkward. He had to stay in place before he could turn the gun and aim again, which created a certain time difference, giving Tang Ku room to dodge.

bass!

Although the speed of the somersault cloud was not as fast as Sun Wukong's, it covered hundreds or even thousands of meters in an instant and reached behind the woman... Yes, behind her. Right after she shot that sword, she turned around and fled, with no intention of stopping at all.

This woman is not stupid. Not to mention that her opponents are three people, even if there is only one of them, she is definitely no match for them. So she simply lets the Zhentian Arrow deal with Tang Ku and runs away first.

Unexpectedly, she had not flown far when she felt a strong wind coming from behind her, almost hitting her back. She turned around suddenly, only to see the monk's figure flash and disappear, and following closely behind him was the Sky-shaking Arrow that was following her like a thorn in her side.

The Sky-Shaking Arrow needs to stay in place before it can turn. In other words, it cannot change direction while moving, especially at such a high speed.

The woman gritted her teeth, and the Qiankun bow in her hand suddenly emitted a halo of light, followed by another arrow of light shot out. The Zhentian Arrow was extremely precious, and one less arrow would be used, so she should try not to use it if possible. Although this arrow of light was not powerful, it still came into close contact with the Zhentian Arrow and forcibly knocked it off course.

However, that was all she did. A shadow suddenly flashed by and came in front of her. It grabbed her hair without mercy and kneed her in the nose.

boom!

With a loud bang, the woman felt a sharp pain in her head, as if her skull was about to split. The blood from her nose and mouth mixed together and flew everywhere. In addition, several teeth and blood fell freely to the ground.

But that wasn't the end. The woman felt a tugging force on her hand, as if it was trying to snatch the Qiankun Bow from her grasp. Unwilling to give in, she clung to it, only to find her wrist was clamped in place by an iron hoop. Then, a powerful force suddenly twisted her wrist like a twist, completely breaking it. The Qiankun Bow instantly passed into the other party's hands!

"Haha, you're so tough! You didn't even say a word after suffering such injuries!" Tang Ku sneered, turned around and threw the Qiankun Bow, saying, "Here, your family's magic weapon!"

Snapped!

Nezha grabbed the Qiankun Bow and said happily, "Thank you, Saint Monk!"

What Nezha lacks most now is weapons. Although he is not very good at using bows and arrows, it is better than nothing.

Holding the woman in one hand, Tang Ku sneered, "Don't play dead. Weren't you so cheerful just now? Come on, it's time to fulfill your bet!"

Linglongzi barely managed to raise her head. Her face was covered in blood, and while she looked miserable, her injuries were not serious. The reason she was unable to struggle was because her soul had been damaged!

"He... Monk! You... You will... You will die a miserable death!"

Linglongzi said hatefully.

"boom!"

Another punch hit the woman's face hard, and her right eye instantly turned black and blue.

"Sorry, I'm a little hard of hearing. What did you say just now?" Tang Ku narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly.

"Holy Monk, aren't you...going a little too far?" Yang Jian couldn't stand it any longer and tried to persuade her. "She's a woman after all. Aren't you being too harsh?"

Tang laughed bitterly and said, "Woman? Master, take a closer look. Besides her appearance, what else does she look like a woman?"

Before Yang Jian could say anything, Nezha suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Not a woman? Could it be? Could it be a demon?"