"Master Ye, why don't you go first, I'm not sure to beat this guy." Prajna said in a low voice.

"No, you go first." Ye Xiong said.

"If I lose this game, we will be much more passive. If you go up, this game should be a sure win."

Master Prajna has just seen Ye Xiong take action, and he almost killed Du Xingsun with a sword. If he faces Jiekong, he will win. At that time, Yang Xinyi will win another game and the competition will definitely win, otherwise, he will be in the middle of the day.

Very passive situation.

Ye Xiong insisted on him to go up, but he had no choice but to jump into the formation and face Ji Kong.

"Master Jiekong, please." Prajna Heshi.

Prajna went to Longyin Temple several times, trying to seize the righteousness and fruit. Jiekong had long been surprised by him. This time he became an opponent, and he didn't talk nonsense at the moment and took action directly.

He shouted suddenly, his voice as if he was hitting a bell. Everyone around was shocked by his voice, and his aura spread in all directions. People with low cultivation retreated one after another, with shocked eyes.

Every time Jie Kong stepped out, he made a loud noise.

As his steps progressed, his momentum also rose.

In the blink of an eye, Jiekong arrived in front of Prajna and slapped out with a palm.

Suddenly, the wind was roaring, and dust was rolling, all covered by sharp smoke, as if the wind was storming.

The accumulated momentum erupted at this moment.

Everyone on the field was shocked by this momentum and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

Especially the masters of ancient martial arts, they have never seen such a powerful palm technique that can drive wind and thunder with one move.

"A famous teacher produces a great disciple, a master of unknown origin. Your disciple is really your own disciple." Suo Dan had nothing to say.

Yesterday he was defeated by the nameless monk with a palm, and he still felt scared, so he said something to curry favor with him.

"Amida Buddha, a monk, is the second best, and virtue is the first." The nameless monk replied.

This face is really quiet.

Last night, Suo Dan wanted to destroy the Immortal Sect. The nameless monk said that he was immoral!

Suodan was bored and walked aside.

Back on the field, Prajna faced Jiekong's powerful aura, without any timidity. He opened his arms and his body clattered, his clothes left without wind, and suddenly attacked with a punch.

Both sides initially used no skills, but used their fists and palms to fight.

The true essence is turbulent, the Qi is raging, the flying sand and stones are flying, and the true essence is turbulent.

People with weak strength could not bear such a great pressure at all, and they avoided it for fear of being affected.

"Wife, who do you think will win?" Ye Xiong was determined to test Yang Xinyi's eyes.

"The two of them have the same realm, and their vitality is about the same. I guess they will depend on who has the most magical powers to determine the outcome." Yang Xinyi expressed her opinion.

Ye Xiong nodded, he thought so too.

When competing with masters with the same realm, it depends on who has stronger magic and foundation.

At this moment, the field changes and changes.

Jie Kong stepped on his feet and his body seemed to be rooted on the ground, as if he was still as a mountain.

He put his palms together, and his right palm was swept in the air.

As he moved, his aura rose rapidly.

Ye Xiong is very familiar with this set of actions. It is the supreme magic of Longyin Temple and the Great Hand Vajra Seal.

The nameless monk used this move to deal with him. If it weren't for the evil spirit's attack, he would have turned into meat sauce. When he remembered the power of this move, he still felt scared.

When Jie Kong uses this move, although it is not as powerful as the nameless monk, it is also very powerful and invincible.

Prajna's face became heavy, and she did not dare to be careless, instead of retreating, and punched her in the air.

Like a tiger roaring at the wolf, its fist turned into a tiger's phantom, and it roared at Prajna.

He originally intended to destroy his aura when Jie Kong launched the Great Hand Vajra Seal first.

In the martial arts competition, the more you make the ultimate move, the longer you accumulate momentum and the stronger your attack power.

If the opponent's momentum is eliminated, the power will be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The momentum of the precepts has been completed. A Buddhist sound is chanted from his mouth, spread out his five fingers and slapped it with his palm.

A faint golden light separated from the five fingers and rose in the wind.

Almost instantly, it turned into a huge Buddha palm several meters high and enveloped Prajna.

Looking at the Buddha's palm that was almost substantial and emitted a faint golden light, everyone around was shocked, and was so shocked by the huge magic power contained in it that it could not speak. It seemed to be the legendary Five Finger Mountain.

The tiger phantom and the Buddha's palm quickly collided with each other, and a shocking sound exploded in the air.

The tiger phantom lasted for less than a few seconds before being slapped away by the Buddha's palm, and the remaining power of the Vajra Seal of the Great Hand hit Prajna again.

Prajna had expected that when the tiger's phantom was quilted, he had already accumulated momentum and punched him again.

He hit two punches in a row before he broke through the Great Hand Vajra Seal.

Unfortunately, when he was dealing with the first palm of the Vajra Seal, Jie Kong's second palm had already been slapped out.

Next, the third palm and the fourth palm.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with nothingness, and the boxing technique of Prajna was obviously worse than that of the Great Hand Vajra Seal.

Even if the people off the field do not understand magic, they know from the momentum that Prajna will definitely lose in this battle.

Seeing that Master Prajna was getting more and more embarrassed, Ye Xiong was worried that if he continued to fight, he would be seriously injured.

His figure shook, blocked his face, and said loudly: "Master Jiekong has a profound magic, you have won this battle."

This is to prevent Prajna from being injured, and he admits defeat.

But he knew that instead of stopping, Jie Kong strengthened his vitality and slapped Ye Xiong with a fierce palm.

The golden light and nothingness were slapped hard from Ye Xiong's head in the blink of an eye.

The people outside the field screamed in fear, as if they could imagine Ye Xiong being slapped into meat sauce with a palm.

Ye Xiong was polite, but he didn't expect that he had given up. Jie Kong didn't let him go, as if he wanted to slap him with a palm.

"If a tiger doesn't show its power, you still think that I'm a sick cat."

His anger rose, but he did not retreat but advanced. He handed over his back, pulled out the black sword and slashed it with one sword.

No tricks, no skills.

All they have is anger and a momentum of moving forward.

The black sword seemed to be able to feel his anger. With a buzzing sound, a substantial black sword light separated from the end of the sword, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant sword several meters high, slashing towards the Buddha's palm.

Invincible, destroying and destroying.

The black sword light cleaves the Buddha's handprint in half.

The big handprint was broken, and with a sound of the old man, it turned into a dot of light and disappeared in the air.

The sword light remained unabated and it was chopped down toward Jie.

Jie Kong never expected that Ye Xiong's black sword was so powerful that it not only broke his big hand Vajra Seal, but also slashed in front of him so quickly.

He was also careless and actually forgot to dodge.

When Qianjun was shooting, a figure came in lightning and pulled him out of the field. Only then did he avoid the end of being cut by the sword light.

Jiekong's face was pale and scared to speak, and his face looked so ugly that he looked so ugly.

The one who urgently rescued him was naturally his master, the nameless monk.

"The surname Ye, we two competed, but you ran out to help. Is it shameless?"

Jiekong reacted and cursed in anger.

"I am shameless or you are shameless. I have already admitted defeat on behalf of Master Prajna. Not only do you not give up, but you also want to silence me. This is the quality of your monks in Longyin Temple." Ye Xiong asked coldly.

"you……"

"Jiekong, shut up." The nameless monk shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!