Time seems to be slowed down.

Master Kong Kong is like a ghost and as fast as lightning.

Even Chen Dong had no time to stop him and could only yell to remind Mr. Long.

The strong wind blows in the face.

Mr. Long, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped in his steps, but in his sight was the old face of Master Kongkong with a peaceful smile.

A room of electric light and flint.

"Wandering Dragon!"

Elder Long didn't hesitate at all, and immediately attacked Master Kongkong directly with his arms wrapped in the strong wind.

With Mr. Long's martial arts strength, he was caught off guard and wouldn't be in chaos.

In close contact, it's too late to retreat, so attacking is the best option.

However.

Facing Elder Long's attack, Master Kongkong did not dodge or dodge. He waved his monk's robes with all his energy, but his right hand faced Elder Long's hands brazenly.

A swish sound!

Elder Long's arms were as strong as bones, and they instantly wrapped around Master Kongkong's right arm.

But just after contact.

"Let go!"

Master Kongkong's tongue suddenly exploded with spring thunder, and his right arm suddenly puffed up his sleeves, becoming as thick as a python in an instant.

Bang!

The terrifying force broke away Old Long's arms in an instant.

Mr. Long's expression changed drastically, and the force from his hands made him lose his balance instantly. His steps faltered and he staggered back.

Master Kongkong did not give Mr. Long a chance to breathe.

After breaking away from Mr. Long in an instant, he immediately stepped forward, bullied himself, and grabbed Mr. Long's left hand with his right hand.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

Master Kongkong smiled warmly, his beard and hair flying, but he exerted force with his right hand.

Click!

Broken bones.

"ah!"

Long Lao's facial features were twisted in pain, and he screamed pitifully, echoing in the woods.

"Old Long!"

Chen Dong's eyes were about to split and he was furious: "Old bald donkey, let me go!"

boom!

In desperation, Chen Dong swung his sword without edge.

The nearly two-meter-tall sword energy was domineering and fierce, heading straight towards Master Kongkong with a devastating force.

However.

Facing the terrifying sword energy that was raging, Master Kongkong's expression remained unchanged, and he lightly dragged Elder Long to take a step forward, dodging easily.

That's the gap.

Elder Long's pained facial features suddenly became ferocious, and with a loud roar, he waved his right fist and smashed Master Kongkong's face.

"Amitabha!"

The strong wind blew against his face, but Master Kongkong chanted the Buddha's name.

Just when Long Lao's fist was about to land on his face, a big hand struck him diagonally, as fast as lightning, and directly clamped Long Lao's right wrist.

Elder Long looked panicked for a moment. It was clear that the distance between his fist and Master Kongkong's face was only half a foot, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the half-foot distance!

Chen Dong, who was rushing towards the two of them, was even more excited at this moment.

He stared hard at Master Kongkong's big hand clamping down on Mr. Long, and murmured in fear: "No..."

Click!

"ah!"

The miserable scream, followed by another bone breaking, echoed in the woods.

Chen Dong's body shook violently, Elder Long's painful and pitiful screams echoed in his ears, and his mind went blank.

His hands were crippled, and intense pain swept through his body.

Mr. Long was sweating profusely, trembling all over, and breathing heavily from his mouth and nose.

If Master Kongkong hadn't grabbed him, he would have even collapsed on the ground.

But Master Kongkong's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even look at Mr. Long.

He slowly raised his eyes, looked at Chen Dong, and smiled warmly: "Chen Dong, can you fight with all your strength now?"

"Fight to paralyze you!"

Chen Dong was completely furious, and his anger was like a volcano erupting.

Elder Long's screams, and even the sound of gasping for cold air, fell clearly to his ears, like thousands of sharp knives, slashing into his body.

"You will fight the poor monk with all your strength!"

Master Kongkong smiled slightly, and when he saw Chen Dong was about to rush forward, he slapped Mr. Long on the back with a fierce palm.

The force is powerful and heavy, as heavy as a thousand pieces of stone.

As Mr. Long screamed, he flew up and rushed towards Chen Dong.

"Mr. Long..."

Chen Dong caught Mr. Long. At this time, Mr. Long looked in pain, his hands dropped, and the wrists of his hands were bright red. The broken bones stained with flesh and blood pierced the flesh and were exposed to the air, which was terrifying.

But after being slapped just now, Mr. Long's mouth was filled with blood.

"Master... leave quickly!"

Mr. Long was so angry that he spat out a vague sentence.

Although the fight with Master Kongkong just now was brief, no, to be precise, it shouldn't be called a fight, but a unilateral crushing.

The gap in strength is like a chasm. Even if Mr. Long knew Chen Dong's strength, he still couldn't determine who was stronger and who was weaker between the two.

Escape is what Mr. Long thinks is the best option at this moment!

However.

"I'm leaving, what will you do?"

Chen Dong hugged Mr. Long. Everywhere he saw was Mr. Long's miserable state, and his heart was bleeding.

"I have no habit of abandoning my family. If I do, it will be after my death!"

The words are decisive and cold and decisive.

Mr. Long immediately panicked and grabbed Chen Dong's arm with all his strength: "Master, don't act out of anger!"

"Young people should act on their own initiative!"

Chen Dong smiled solemnly, raised his head slowly, and locked the master Kongkong in front of him with his cold and sharp eyes: "You speak about Amitabha, but your hands are full of blood and cruelty. Is this what you call Buddhism?"

Master Kongkong met Chen Dong's gaze with a smile on his face and slowly clasped his hands together.

"What this poor monk wants is for you to fight with all your strength. The blood on your hands is nothing but vain. The Buddha sits in your heart."

"A high-sounding, fake monk."

Chen Dong's face was as cold as frost and he was full of anger. He slowly laid Mr. Long flat on the ground and was about to stand up with his sword in hand.

But Mr. Long grabbed Chen Dong's arm again: "Young Master... no, no..."

It was just because of the injury and severe pain that Mr. Long had no time to say a complete sentence, so he fainted and died.

Veins protruded from the corners of Chen Dong's eyes and he trembled twice, but did not stop getting up.

He knew clearly that Master Kongkong came well prepared and would never let him escape easily.

This is a battle with no retreat, and for the sake of Mr. Long and Zhao Polu, he has no reason to retreat.

Either he falls, or... Master Kong Kong falls!

"Okay, okay, I have a bit of momentum and a bit of feeling."

Master Kongkong felt the biting chill radiating from Chen Dong's body and smiled happily.

However.
To be continued...