Xiangzi is sturdy and although she is wearing a loose monk's robe, she can also see the protruding muscles on his arms, giving people a sense of strength.

As soon as he made a move, his monk's robe floated and then he stepped forward, leaving two clearly visible footprints on the ground, and a punch hit Wang Cheng with a solid breath.

He stood there as strong as a mountain, looking like a Vajra Guardian!

This is the inheritance of the Vajra lineage of Indian Buddhist Dharma Protectors, and it is the same as the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions in China. However, after its later development, the Vajra Sect became stronger. The Indian Buddhist Sect had to admit that the Vajra Sect is the first combat inheritance of the entire Buddhist.

Wang Cheng's eyes just looked at Xingzi's punch, and then ignored Xingzi's punch. His pace and speed did not decrease, and he still rushed towards Fro who was retreating. His target was Fro. As long as he killed Fro, then Xingzi would not be afraid at all!

Both Fro and Master and disciple Fro and Xingzi were slightly stunned. Obviously, they did not expect that Wang Cheng would ignore Xingzi and act so resolutely.

Anger flashed in Xingzi's eyes, and he shouted softly, and his fist hit Wang Cheng's abdomen like an iron hammer.

Fro also stopped at this moment, and suddenly stood on the ground with his feet. His breathing in his body had been adjusted to the best. His whole body was swelling with blood and his whole body swelled a little again, especially between his chest and abdomen, which swelled like a balloon. I wonder how much breath was accumulated in his chest and abdomen.

Seeing Fro's hands gathering their handprints again and sending out the Tantric Mantra, Wang Cheng snorted coldly, and the breath in his body also exploded at this moment. His feet were pressed against the ground, as if he was walking, and as if he was sliding. A stream of earthly evil spirits flowed and condensed in his heart.

Bang!

However, at this time, Qiuzi's fist also arrived.

A fist like an iron hammer hit Wang Cheng's vital part of the abdomen. Fortunately, he looked happy first, and then the joyful look frozen on his face, turning into a shocked face.

Because, with one punch, Wang Cheng's body just stagnated for a moment, and then a huge force burst out, pushing him away.

Wang Cheng crushed past like a bulldozer. He resisted Xingzi's punch and pushed Xingzi away. He had only one target, that is Fro!

And this moment.

Fro also completed the condensed handprints in the blink of an eye. His hands, which turned into phantoms, suddenly stopped and turned into a fixed Tantric handprint. The adjusted internal aura erupted instantly.

“Bah…”

The fourth Scripture of Fro's Tantric Mantra came, and he seemed to open his mouth and drink it gently, but the sound hit everyone like a big bell.

Wang Cheng was shocked, and the sound waves pressed down like a mountain. His impact speed suddenly decreased again, and his feet slammed into the soil again with another bang.

At the same time, Xiangzi, who was next to him, was not spared, and he was shocked by huge sound waves on the spot. A piece of blood was sprinkled in the air, and his internal injuries were severe.

However, Wang Cheng was still standing here firmly, facing Fro, the two of them were only one step away!

The moment Fro's fourth truth was released, he under great pressure, and suddenly opened his mouth and made a sound: "Le..."

This sound was like the other eight Heavenly Dragon Mantra mantra he just issued. The sound was almost faintly ignored in the Tantric Mantra, and he couldn't even hear it clearly. However, this sound strangely eliminated most of the Tantric Mantra sound waves in front of him, leaving only a part of the violent aura shock waves. It had no effect on him!

Fro's expression was extremely shocked. He sensed the changes in his sound waves at the first time. At this moment, he knew with certainty that Wang **** had mastered the secret method of cracking his Tantric Mantra. The sound just now was not accidental.

How is this possible?

Fro's eyes were full of surprise and disbelief. This mantra for cracking the secret method of the tantric music technique is a secret that is not passed on within the Buddha sect. The Vajra Sect of the Western Regions should not have talent. Why did Wang Cheng?

However, there was no time for him to find the answer.

boom……

The sound shock wave became smaller, and Wang Cheng went up against the trend in the sound wave. He took one step and punched him.

Fro did not dare to continue standing there and emitted sound waves, as he would definitely be beaten. He immediately retreated again, his expression and body were extremely embarrassed, no longer like a Buddha, but like an ordinary person who was fleeing.

The sound waves surrounding everyone were suddenly gone.

Wang Cheng's punch condensed powerful evil spirits, and it was used with all its strength. The condensed aura tended to condense into substance, and almost condensed the evil spirit energy.

Xingzi lay not far away, and saw Wang Cheng's fist approaching Fro in the blink of an eye. He suddenly shouted, "No...stop..."

He knew that Fro could not resist Wang Cheng's punch head-on.

However, Wang Cheng would not listen to him.

The two Indian monks traveled thousands of miles to Wusheng Mountain to provoke, and Wang Cheng's anger was no weaker than that of his master, Taoist Taoist Changhe.

This punch moves forward and I am invincible!

Wang Cheng had only murderous intent in his heart.

When the fist was about to touch Fro, a sense of enlightenment rose in his heart, and the murderous intent in his heart seemed to turn into a breath and spew out. He stomped the ground with his feet, and the evil aura boiled, and a thin layer of gray energy appeared on his fist!

At this moment, a trace of fear flashed in Fro's eyes, and he couldn't help but tremble, but he still couldn't make any effective resistance.

The fist is too fast, and it's too late.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye.

Wang Cheng's fist accurately hit Fro in the chest.

There was no earth-shaking noise.

There was only a low and dull sound, as if he had hit a dull sandbag in a circle.

But Fro's body was shocked on the spot, and then a slight explosion sounded in his chest, like a small explosion, exploded like a bomb, and a sticky blood spurted out from his vest. Wang Cheng punched through his entire chest, and some fragments of the organs were sprayed out toward the back and sprinkled on the ground.

The scene was quiet, everyone opened their eyes wide, and at the same time held their breath, watching this very bloody scene.

The Taoist Changhe who was standing behind was shocked and more surprised. He had no idea that his disciple had become so powerful that he could match him.

Wen Donggui and the other two were in a complicated mood, looking at the figure standing there. Wang Chengke is only eighteen years old, and he is so strong. What will happen in the future?

Fortunately, the Wen family has an ancestral teaching: You cannot be enemies of Wu Shengshan.

Of course, Wang Cheng's family and apprentices such as Yang Qingyu and Wang Yuanyuan were all relaxed and happy. The worries and anger just now gradually disappeared, leaving only the joy of victory.

The enemy will definitely be defeated!

Fro's body trembled, and a stream of sticky blood flowed out of his mouth, widening his eyes. His face was full of astonishment and disbelief, and in the face of the strong fear of death, he looked at Wang Cheng and opened his mouth and murmured in a low voice: "You, you, you, Buddhism, Taoism, and practice both, this is impossible..."

Wang Cheng slowly put away his fists, and the bones all over his body made crackling sounds from top to bottom. His heart was filled with evil spirits, and a halo like a skeleton flashed in his eyes. He stared at Fro and said coldly: "I am just a warrior, representing the majesty of my master. The majesty of Wusheng Mountain cannot be desecrated. Today, you will die."

A stream of blood flowed out along the corner of Fro's mouth and the big hole in his chest, gradually draining his vitality, and his tall body slowly fell down toward the back.

His entire internal organs and bones and muscles were destroyed by Wang Cheng's punch, and no part of his body was intact.

Bang……

When Fro's body fell to the ground, he completely lost his breath and looked at the sky full of shock. His eyes were wide open and he looked at the sky full of horror.

"master…………"

Xingzi let out a terrible cry, then rushed towards Wang Cheng and shouted loudly: "I want to kill you, I want to avenge my master... Wang Cheng, you are a demon..."

Although Xunzi was confused, he still had a very organized punch. His boxing skills were not messy and his strength was still concentrated. It can be seen that he had practiced martial arts to the core of instinct.

Bang!

Wang Cheng stood still and withstood his punch with his body. Xingzi's fist hit his chest. Under the impact of a huge and condensing force, his body shook for a moment, and a sting of pain came from his heart and internal organs. But that's all. He just breathed smoothly, and the extremely hot blood flowed by, and the discomfort disappeared without a trace.

This battle brought his internal cultivation of the Earth Demon Fist technique to a higher level.

"You come to my mountain gate to provoke us, and you still say we are demons? Humph, I don't know what's up!"

Wang Cheng snorted coldly and grabbed Xingzi's arm. The cold evil aura in his heart almost overflowed. The hot aura in his body gradually turned into coldness. Killing intent flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Xingzi's arm and suddenly twisted it.

A crisp sound came into everyone's ears.

Xingzi's arm was twisted and deformed on the spot, his bones were shattered, and the broken bone spurs were pierced from the muscles, sprinkling a pool of blood.

ah!

Xunz screamed.

Wang Cheng punched him in the shoulder again, knocking him out directly, and fell to the ground a few meters away, twitching all over, and there was a series of blood on the ground.

Everyone present frowned and felt chill when they saw this scene.

Wang Cheng gave them the feeling that he was the big demon who was focusing on killing.

"Wang Cheng, enough."

Taoist Changhe suddenly spoke out, "Since Fro is dead, let them go."

If he was a Taoist priest Changhe when he was young, he would probably have eliminated the roots, but now he would not do such a thing. The Taoist sect pays attention to the fifty-year-old Tao, evolution forty-nine, leaving behind a glimmer of hope, so everything cannot be done.

Wang Cheng stood there, nodded when he heard the master's words, "Yes, master." As he said that, he looked at Xingzi, who was struggling to get up again, and said in a deep voice: "You leave Wusheng Mountain immediately!"

Xingzi stared at Wang Cheng with hatred, one of his arms was completely destroyed, and his skeletal muscles were smashed by Wang Cheng's evil spirit. Unless Wang Cheng took personal treatment, there was no possibility of recovery. The evil spirit's domineering behavior was nothing more than saying.

"Wang Cheng, I swear, I will definitely come to Wusheng Mountain again."

Xingzi stared at Wang Cheng and Taoist Priest Changhe and said word by word.

Wang Cheng restrained his breath, and the aura of the earthly evil gradually weakened. Pure Yang rose, and his whole body turned into a stove again. He stared at Xingzi and said indifferently: "When you come, you won't need to leave."

Xingzi's eyes swept over everyone present, as if to remember the people present today, then moved two steps to come to Wang Cheng, hugged Master Fro's waist with one hand, and pressed Fro on his shoulder. Fro's body was like a tattered sack, and the gap in his chest had stopped bleeding.

Wang Cheng's eyes instantly condensed, staring at Fro's wound, and stopped bleeding so quickly? He could still feel Fro's body temperature, and even, it seemed, there was a trace of breath?

He suddenly said, "Wait!"

Xingzi carried Fro's body, trembled all over and said loudly: "Wang Cheng, what are you going to do? Don't bully people too much!"

Wang Cheng ignored Xingzi and looked serious. He stepped forward and grabbed Fro's body, his palms slapped Fro's right chest and lungs like steel.

He guessed that Fro did not die completely.
To be continued...