A tall and burly figure appeared behind Ji Yaojing at some point.
This person stretched out his palm, grabbed Ji Yaojing's arm, and pulled it back suddenly. Then he made a fist with his left hand and slammed into Monk Jue'ai's golden fist!
This punch was so powerful that it seemed to poke a hole in the sky and shoot down the scorching sun!
In close combat, there are not many monks who can fight with bare hands against the descendants of the King Kong Temple. The descendant of the Liuli Palace among the Immortal Sect is one of them, and the devil of the Overlord Palace of the Demon Sect also has this ability.
The monks from other sects must avoid his sharp edge!
From the corner of her eye, Ji Yaojing saw that this person did not have any waistband hanging on his waist, and was wearing a coarse linen garment. He was obviously not a monk from the Liuli Palace or the Overlord Palace.
Thinking about it this way, if this person chooses to punch Monk Jue'ai head-on, he will definitely suffer a big loss!
"Don't… "
Fairy Ji warned, but it was already too late.
She seemed to see the tragic scene where the big man in linen had his hand broken and his arm was beaten into a bloody mist, and a hint of unbearability flashed in her eyes.
"Asking for trouble!"
The monk felt mocking.
boom!
The fists collided, and a loud noise broke out, like beating leather!
The mockery on Monk Jue'ai's face just appeared, and disappeared in an instant. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils shrank into needle holes!
Ji Yao was stunned and dumbfounded.
The golden light on Monk Jue'ai's fist was smashed into pieces by the big man in sackcloth, and scattered like sparks.
Between the collision of fists, a mass of air fluctuations visible to the naked eye burst out, a heat wave hit the face, and the remaining power was amazing!
The big man in sackcloth didn't even take a step back, his fist was intact!
On the contrary, Monk Jue'ai took three steps back and his face gradually darkened.
The big man in sackcloth held Ji Yaojing's arm and brought her behind him. He stood in front of him, with a calm expression and eyes like daggers, staring at the monk Jue'ai opposite him.
The appearance of the big man in sackcloth actually calmed the situation temporarily.
Monk Jue'ai and Yaoji Ji were both looking at the big man in sackcloth, as if they wanted to see something from him.
The big man in linen had a rugged face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He was tall, two meters tall, with huge and rough hands and thick fingers.
When the fists are clenched, they look like a pair of hammers!
Fairy Ji frowned slightly. She couldn't see anything familiar on the big man in linen clothes.
What is certain is that she had never seen this person before, let alone knew him.
But for some reason, Fairy Ji always felt that something was wrong.
Fairy Ji tilted her head, thoughtfully.
Monk Jue'ai looked at the big man in sackcloth from head to toe several times, but couldn't see anything special about him. He couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "Who is this benefactor?"
"No one has any sect."
The big man in linen said calmly.
"Amitabha."
Monk Jue'ai recited the Buddha's name, his eyes became colder, and he said in a cold voice: "Since you are a casual cultivator, I advise you not to wade into this muddy water, lest you get angry!"
"oh?"
The big man in sackcloth grinned and said aggressively: "I want to take care of it, what can you do to me!"
"Did you know that the girl behind you is a pure girl from the Demon Sect, who kills people without blinking an eye, and her hands are stained with countless blood!" Monk Jue'ai's voice gradually grew louder, containing the divine nature of Buddhism, making a roaring sound.
"There is also a lot of blood in the master's hands."
"I am a Buddhist, she is a demon!"
"so what?"
The two exchanged tit-for-tat words, and the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense and full of chilling meaning.
But at this time, Ji Yaojing's heart felt unprecedentedly calm.
The tall and generous figure in front of her seemed to be able to shield her from all wind and rain, preventing her from being harmed at all!
Even if she is a member of the Demon Sect.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Monk Jue'ai nodded repeatedly. When his eyes opened and closed, two golden lights suddenly burst out, and his momentum surged.
The secret technique of Buddhism, the angry eyes of Vajra!
The secret technique of the eyes can not only affect the monk's mind, but it is also an instant technique that is difficult for opponents to guard against.
"careful!"
When Ji Yaoji saw the angry monk's eyes flickering, she already felt something was wrong.
But just as she spoke to remind her, her voice was drowned out by the Buddhist holy voice of Monk Jue'ai!
"If you choose to protect this girl, you are an enemy of my Vajra Temple, an enemy of my Buddhist sect, and an enemy of the entire righteous immortal sect!"
Monk Jue'ai scolded loudly, every word and every word, his voice was as loud as a bell, and it shocked the mind.
This is Buddhism’s unique sonic secret technique, the Lion’s Roar Technique.
Just now, Monk Jue'ai relied on these two instant techniques to instantly injure Ji Yaoji and gain the upper hand.
Normally, when an ordinary monk is attacked by these two instant techniques, his eyes will sting and his ears will buzz. In panic, he will inevitably become frightened and reveal his flaws.
But the expression of the big man in linen remained unchanged, and there was a strange light in his eyes.
The two golden lights that shot through the air quietly disappeared.
The big man in linen took a deep breath, his chest swelled high, and his whole body seemed to swell a little, like a newly inflated air bag.
The next moment, the man in sackcloth suddenly opened his mouth, interrupted Monk Jue'ai with great force, and shouted: "Fight!"
boom!
One word fell, and it was shocking!
It was like thunder exploding, rumbling and crushing, as if thousands of troops were swallowing up thousands of miles.
Before Monk Jue'ai finished speaking, he was interrupted by a big man in sackcloth. The air in his chest was blocked. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His face turned pale and his momentum was frustrated.
The distance between the two was extremely close. The man in sackcloth took long strides and almost in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the monk Jue'ai.
Boom!
The big man in sackcloth landed heavily on the ground with his soles, causing the ground to shake. After he stood up, two huge ravines were plowed out on the ground, and the soil surged!
Ji Yaoji had a horrified look on her face, her seductive red lips parted, and she looked at this scene in disbelief.
Where are the people here
Even if the pure-blooded ferocious beasts were rampaging past, they would not have such momentum!
Lu Wu, the pure-blood ferocious beast standing behind Monk Jue'ai, originally looked on with cold eyes, but when he felt the aura of the big man in linen, he was also startled. The hair on his body stood on end, and his body swelled completely!
This is the natural reaction of the body of the monster when it feels extreme danger.
At this time, in terms of momentum, the big man in sackcloth had completely crushed Monk Jue'ai!
call!
The big man in linen stretched out his palm and descended from the sky. Carrying an aura that was about to tear the vast earth apart, he slapped Monk Jue'ai heavily.
The palm of the palm is as big as a cattail leaf, with its five fingers spread out, as if it wants to cover the sky and suppress the eight wastes!
Monk Jue'ai had lost the opportunity, and his expression changed in shock. He had no time to take out the Buddhist spiritual weapon from his storage bag, and directly raised his arms to lift the cauldron upwards.
boom!
The palms of the big man in linen fell heavily on Monk Jue'ai's arms.
Monk Jue'ai dwarfed and his feet sank deeply into the soil, even reaching his knees!
At this time, in Ji Yaojing's sight, it was like a great demon god standing tall on the sky and the earth, looking down at the vast sky, stretching out his big hands that covered the sky, and crushing an ant with all his strength!
The dignified descendant of Vajra Temple has no momentum at this moment. He is really no different from an ant in the soil!
Click, click, click!
The two sides are still in a stalemate.
But inside Monk Jue'ai, there were waves of shaking sounds of bones, as if the bones were falling apart, and the friction was constant, making one's teeth feel sore.