“I really can’t say this!”

The incompetent monk said that although he occasionally loses his moral integrity, he is absolutely loyal and firm on big issues of right and wrong. Even if he is beaten to death, he cannot say that.

As a result, Ji Boyi punched him without saying a word.

"Hey, Shuzi is so brave, he dares to bully my incompetent senior brother, so I will hit him with a Yuanmo stick."

The bald monk Wukong, who was thick-waisted and round-armed, immediately glared angrily when he saw Ji Bo Yi's attack, pulled out the big black and thick iron rod from behind, and suddenly hit Ji Bo Yi's punch hard.

The sound of "buzzing buzzing" piercing the air let Ji Boyi know how huge the power contained in this stick was.

"Just in time to try the 'Tai Shang Invincible' I just got on you!"

Ji Boyi's expression remained unchanged when faced with this fierce blow that could smash half of his body into minced meat. In an almost impossible situation, he loosened his fist and turned into his palm, and a thick wall of air blocked the entire body in a matter of millimetres.

Iron rod.

However, the fierce force still made Ji Boyi feel soreness in his wrist. The air wall that was originally thought to be thick enough gradually showed signs of breaking under such circumstances.

"What a fighting king. Let's try this trick again."

He couldn't get any advantage by fighting hard. Ji Boyi's expression remained unchanged, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the originally strong and masculine aura instantly became soft and dense.

Monk Wukong felt that all the force he exerted when he smashed down was absorbed into the cotton. Not only did it not have the desired effect, but he was also shaken by the rebounding force so that his arms were numb and he could hardly hold the big iron.

stick.

"With an open mind, there is no cliff!"

In the midst of the indifferent words, a slender white palm pressed down on Monk Wukong's chest at an unknown moment when he was retreating. Hundreds of consecutive palm strikes exploded into the depths of Monk Wukong's organs.

Open it up and smash his insides into a ball.

"Junior brother!"

The incompetent monk obviously did not expect that Ji Boyi could see through monk Wukong's fighting method in just three moves, and that Wukong, whom he relied on, almost died with one palm.

"Brother, you forced me to do this!"

Stretching out his pale golden arms, Ji Boyi felt the void around him begin to twist. His body, which had been polished to the limit, felt like it was falling apart and in severe pain.

"Are these your Buddha Jade Hands? If you don't experience it yourself, you will never know how terrifying it is!"

While speaking, an elegant and simple long sword fell into Ji Boyi's palm. A Xun Gua and a Li Gua appeared on both sides of the sword blade, forming a move "Fenghuo Family".

The wind assisted the fire, and the sword's intention was dense, yet it was as fast as lightning. Before the incompetent monk could react, the continuous sword energy was already piercing all the chakras of his golden body.

"Damn it, why didn't you pierce the acupuncture point? You actually know the chakras, and the directions are not wrong at all."

Facing the extremely sharp innate sword in Ji Boyi's hand, the incompetent monk, let alone a pair of fleshy palms, would be chopped into jade chips even if it was a real jade Buddha's hand.

"Brother, don't think that you are the only one who has the spiritual treasure. The poor monk's purple gold bowl was rumored to be a gift from the Buddha. You should take a damn good look at it."

The incompetent monk was accidentally hit in the shoulder by Ji Boyi's sword. He immediately became furious and smashed the purple golden bowl out of his hand.

An invisible vast force followed the purple-gold brilliance and pressed down on Ji Boyi, just like the legendary Mount Sumeru contained in it, suppressing him.

"Kanshuidi. Go!"

The Heavenly Forbidden Spirit Baoji game is not the only one. Although the clear water drop looks inconspicuous, it is the strongest defensive item in his hand.

Vast mana poured in, and the blue water droplets exploded instantly, extending a water curtain that covered the sky, blocking the huge purple gold bowl falling from the sky.

"Shock up and down, thunder and lightning are strong!"

Thunder moved in the sky, powerful and powerful. When Ji Boyi used this sword, the endless thunder in the sky seemed to be aroused, thundering, bursting with gleaming luster, and hit the head of the incompetent monk.

"Damn it, poor monk's hair, this is the hairstyle I have had for more than ten years, and you fucking ruined it."

"A monk should have a bald head. You look more pleasing to the eye."

Ji Boyi paid no attention to the incompetent monk's roar, and mercilessly struck out with the innate sword in his palm again with a vicious and swift sword.

"The top stem and the bottom gen are the Tianshan escape hexagram!"

Before the incompetent monk could recover from the previous sword blow, a hidden and fine sword energy had cut off a large piece of flesh from his buttocks.

"Oh, my God, you are serious, don't think that I am afraid of you, Lord Buddha!"

The incompetent monk's cultivation has not yet been revealed. Ji Boyi reserved three points of strength for each thrust of his sword to deal with the opponent's possible outburst of powerful strength.

After a piece of meat was cut off from his buttocks, he seemed to be really angry. He threw out the large string of Buddhist beads around his neck. An invisible forbidden power caused Ji Boyi's body, mana, and spirit to gradually weaken. Stiff and unable to move.

"Look at my trapped magic beads, Buddha!"

It's another forbidden spiritual treasure. This person is really unfathomable. If you can't kill him today, you won't be able to make an enemy of him in the future.

Ji Boyi didn't know that this was also what Fang Qinghua was thinking. A few years ago, the incompetent monk's endless array of magic weapons made Fang Qinghua, who had already conquered the invincible opponents of the younger generation, retreat bitterly.

Recently, it was his turn to endure this torture.

"Hmph, Sanbaoyu Ruyi, come out to me!"

In the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, a pure white jade Ruyi suddenly appeared, with cold white light shining, and three lotus flowers blocked the strange sealing power of the trapped magic bead in the void.

"Hey, why does this thing look so much like my Buddhist treasure!"

The incompetent monk originally thought that this time he would be able to make the guy in front of him be honest, but he did not expect that his opponent also had many magic weapons.

This "Three Treasures and Jade Ruyi" has a power that makes his heart palpitate, and seems to be able to damage his origin.

"Damn it, come again and watch my little wooden fish smash you to death!"

Just when Ji Boyi used "Three Treasures and Jade Ruyi" to resist the beads, an orange-yellow delicate wooden fish hit Ji Boyi without any hindrance.

The "Calamity Star Clothes" automatically operated, but they were surprised to find that under the blow of the wooden fish, one-tenth of the power of this defensive magical power was destroyed.

"Damn, look at my 'windy futon', Lord Buddha!"

Under Ji Boyi's disbelieving eyes, the incompetent monk pulled out a gray-white futon from behind his buttocks. As soon as the futon was taken out, countless dark whirlwinds emerged. Once thrown out, it is very likely that Ji Boyi will be killed. Youyi's "Transformation Star Clothes" will be minced, and even his divine body will be scraped into minced meat.

"Hey, you're afraid, it's too late. Who asked you to cut off the flesh on Lord Buddha's buttocks? If you don't want to lose weight, how can this poor monk swallow this breath?"

The incompetent monk wanted to see a look of fear on Ji Boyi's face, but what disappointed him was that not only was he scared, he didn't even have an expression, as if he was a puppet.

wipe!

At this moment, Ji Boyi suddenly showed a weird smile. A flash of bright light pierced out from the incompetent monk's chest, and it turned out to be a sword blade, stained with red-gold blood.

"You too, today, I finally found the opportunity to stab you with my sword!"

Fang Qinghua twisted the sword in his hand very proudly, instantly shattering the heart of the incompetent monk.

"Wow!" Just when he had just pulled out the sword body, a clear sword light flashed across his throat, and a fountain of blood spurted out in front of his eyes, dyeing his cyan gown red.

"Did you forget our bet was on who would behead him first?"

Ji Boyi sheathed his sword and flicked it away, shaking off the red-gold blood on the blade. Then he slowly came to the body of the incompetent monk and quietly observed whether he was dead or not.

"Huh, my heart will be crushed by me, and my head will be chopped off by you. If you don't die, from now on I will eat fast and chant the Buddha's name."

Fang Qinghua shook off the blood from the sword in his palm and inserted it into the scabbard. However, Ji Boyi noticed that there was a wound on his left shoulder and right chest, and there was a faint Yin Qi leaking from it, which seemed to be from the Seven Heavens Demon Sect.

Qi machine.

"What are you going to do? Why are you one hour behind the agreed time?"

"I couldn't hold my sword any longer, so I went to block the people from the Seven Heavens Demon Gate who were let go by you. I have to say that the Dao Jindan level of cultivation is different from that of Daoji, which made me feel the power of death.

taste."

"However, those two old men's energy and blood have declined, their longevity has been exhausted, and their combat power is less than 30%. Together, they are not as good as one Taiyu. In the end, they could only leave two wounds on my body."

After hearing this, Ji Boyi suddenly felt that compared with the madman in front of him, he was really a kind and good-hearted person. At least he would not kill people for no reason, but Fang Qinghua would draw his sword and kill people whenever he was unhappy.

.

"I think it is necessary to suppress the sword cultivator profession, otherwise it will be a huge threat to all major professions."

Ji Boyi knew that it was not that the major sects did not want to suppress sword cultivators, but that the existence of Li Qingting and Jian Zong made them have no choice but to knock out their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs at this time.

"By the way, have you killed everyone in the Seven Heavens Demon Sect?"

"Before I had time, I only killed those two old guys at the Dao Jindan level, and then hurriedly came to find you."

"Come to pierce this flower monk!"

Ji Boyi picked up the body of the incompetent monk and couldn't see anything wrong when he looked left and right. But there was always an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What's going on? If you're worried, cremate his head and body so that no matter what magical powers he has, he can't be resurrected."

As soon as Fang Qinghua finished saying these words, the lifeless head of the incompetent monk in the distance immediately opened its eyes in horror and begged loudly for mercy.

"Two young masters, it is not easy for a poor monk to cultivate this golden body. Don't burn it. The seven lives of hard work are all on it. This is my lifeblood. Those treasures can be given to you two masters.

, just want to pass my dead body."

The resurrection of the incompetent monk immediately shocked both Ji Boyi and Fang Qinghua.

"Damn, why do you feel that your consciousness is so strange? It turns out that it has been accumulated for seven lifetimes. The title of your mantra can be changed three or four times in one sentence."

Ji Boyi looked at the incompetent monk's head with clear eyes. After studying it carefully for a long time, he finally understood the key.

Then, he pulled out his sword and chopped the head into dozens of pieces.
Chapter completed!