One person's royal painting

Chapter 60 Breaking into the Sutra Pavilion
No matter how fierce the fighting was outside, a ghostly figure slowly floated in from the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The third floor of the Sutra Pavilion looks very empty. In the center of the third floor, there is a wooden box made of rosewood. The outside of the box is shining with bursts of golden light, and a sense of sacredness is looming.

"Is this Shirley?"

Wang Bing looked at the box in front of him, without any surprise on his face.

Because he could feel that in the corner of this floor, there were still two Dharma Protectors sitting there!
But what is certain is that these two are not as strong as the two they met downstairs just now, which made Wang Bing feel relieved.

"You two, since you let me in, it's not a problem to sit still!" Wang Bing said to the two in the shadow.

The two King Kongs in the shadows were still sitting upright in the corner, as if they had no intention of standing up.

Seeing this, Wang Bing took a step and started walking towards the wooden treasure box in the center of the attic.

It's just that before he took a few steps, arrays of Sanskrit texts suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls.

In an instant, a vast Buddha's light shone towards the surroundings, illuminating the entire dark attic.

At this time, Wang Bing also saw clearly the two monks sitting in the corner. Both of them had long yellow scarves covering their eyes, like two statues of arhats.

Wang Bing regained his composure, stepped forward again, and walked towards the wooden box.

Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter!
At this moment, Wang Bing was only one step away from the treasure box where the relics were placed. He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the wooden box, and suddenly a golden light flashed on his right side!
Snapped!
A big golden hand directly grabbed Wang Bing's right wrist. Before Wang Bing could react, a golden streamer erupted from his left side again.

Arhat Fist!
The fist inlaid with gold leaf slammed towards Wang Bing's head with a domineering wind.

So fast!

A flash of astonishment flashed in Wang Bing's eyes. The monk who was sitting there just now had actually attacked in front of him.

These two monks, who looked alike in appearance, cooperated so tacitly.

One restrained Wang Bing's movements, and the other took the opportunity to attack violently without any verbal communication, let alone eyes.

These two are blindfolded!

Wang Bing was in a bad mood, this time he underestimated these two. If these two blindfolded King Kong were one-on-one, they might not be as strong as the two outside.

But if these two can reach the point where they have a tacit understanding...

That's very tricky.

The Wu Qi on Wang Bing's body immediately spread towards the surroundings, and a huge force instantly filled his arms.

Li Ling!Speedy!

After directly attaching the two elves to his body, Wang Bin shook his right arm violently. After breaking free from the Vajra's hand on the left, he slightly bent his left palm and shifted the fist of the monk attacking from the left outward, and his right fist moved slightly After a pull.

A jet of jet-black Qi was suddenly condensed on his right fist, and he punched the monk's Tanzhong acupoint.

This extremely fast punching speed also made it too late for the blindfolded monk to retract his punches, subconsciously dodging to the right, but Wang Bing turned into a ripple in front of him and disappeared in front of the monk.

That punch just now was actually a fake move.

boom!
Before he could recover, his chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the pain instantly spread to his limbs.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force directly flew it out, and hit the wall of the Sutra Pavilion full of Sanskrit.

boom!
There was no scene of smoke and dust and gravel flying as imagined. The blindfolded monk slammed into those Sanskrit characters and made a sound of metal impact, then half-kneeled on the ground.

"Has the wall been strengthened by Sanskrit? And, what a domineering golden bell cover..." Wang Bin shook his painful fist, his expression slightly dignified.

The monk's golden bell cover is too solid, as if the whole body is made of metal.

It's not that the Golden Bell King has never seen it before. Many people have practiced this kind of body protection technique until they are invulnerable to swords and guns.

It's just that it doesn't matter if he was stunned, just as Wang Bing was still sighing, a strong wind came from behind him again.

Wang Bin leaned down suddenly, letting the strong wind pass behind him. At this moment, Wang Bin pressed his hands on the ground, exerted force with his lower limbs, kicked his legs, and moved towards the blindfolded man behind him. The monk's jaw was kicked.

boom!
This kick with Wu Qi hit the blindfolded monk's jaw, causing him to retreat a few steps involuntarily, keeping a distance from the king.

"I'll go... I figured it out!"

Wang Bing turned his numb ankle and murmured, "It seems that the two outside are in charge of offense, and you two are in charge of defense!"

I kicked this monk just now, let alone whether he was hurt or not, Wang Bing's ankle is numb now.

It's so fucking hard!
Swish!
Behind Wang Bing, the blindfolded monk who was sent flying by Wang Bing also stood up, as if nothing happened, and once again set up an attacking stance.

"Fuck!"

Wang Bing scolded, and now Wang Bing suddenly feels that it seems good to have a good soldier...

Facing these two copper-skinned and iron-boned monks, I am afraid that ordinary fists and feet will not be able to hurt them.

It seems that there is no way...

The Wu Qi on Wang Bing's arms began to change from gas to liquid at this moment.

Tick!
A drop of water like ink slowly dripped on the floor, followed by a second drop, and a third drop.

With more and more "ink" dripping on the floor, the wooden floor that was originally painted with red paint was covered with a thick layer of ink!

Danqing · The Quietness of Hanmo!

Gududu!
The next moment, one bubble after another began to appear on the pitch-black ink, as if something was about to come out of it.

This trick is actually Wang and referred to Zhang Lingyu's Cangtan in the north!
It's just that compared to Zhang Lingyu's Yin Wulei's Northern Territory Cangtan, this can be called a field-level AOE big move, and Wang Bing's Hanmozhiyou is...

Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly sprang out from the ink, and shot towards the blindfolded monk on the left.

Seeing this, the blindfolded monk on Wang Bing's right was about to step forward to help when his feet were instantly entangled by something.

It was a group of thorns and vines, only the thickness of an adult's arm, and directly tied the monk's lower body firmly.

boom!
A crisp voice came from Wang Bing's left side, it was the blindfolded monk on the other side who knocked the black shadow into the air.

It's just that after the black shadow spun in the air, it landed firmly on the ground. This black wolf was as if it had been waxed all over.

"Okay... It seems that the wolf cub can't shake you, so... how about this!"

Gududu!
The ink on the ground boiled again, this time the area of ​​the bubble was larger than before, as if a bigger guy was about to come out of the pool.

"Moo!"

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