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Chapter 104 My Buddha's Compassion
After a while, an old voice with a bit of vicissitudes and shame sounded.

"Amitabha, I'm really ashamed. The old monk has practiced martial arts for nearly a year, but he just opened up the meridians of the whole body."

Wu San heard it thoughtfully, yes, at such an age, the bones can't bear the pain of the initial bone training, if the training is forced, the bones may be crushed.

When he sighed and was about to speak, the old monk's old and firm voice sounded.

"But the old monk has a way to temporarily fix this ability user. Please, little friend Song Wenbo seize the opportunity and kill him with one blow!"

Wu San: "...What about me?"

The talking old monk was walking out from the back of an incomplete attic. He was tall and thin, with six ring scars on his head and an old face.

"The benefactor only needs to protect himself."

Wu San: "I..."

The ability user from the Iron Eagle Kingdom in the distance finally looked away from these dilapidated buildings, his expression still faintly excited, as if there was a big secret in this so-called ancient ruins.

No, as long as there are ancient ruins in the foreign land, there are secrets worth digging inside.

Then there was a look of regret on his face.

It's a pity that this place is in the territory of Daxia, otherwise he wouldn't be so passive. He is the only one who has sneaked into Mingzhou.

But he is also the strongest one.

This capable person is extremely tall, with short messy blond hair, about three to forty years old, with deep-set brows, deep-set eye sockets, a face as sharp as a knife, and an expression full of indifference.

He turned around to look at Song Wenbo and the others, uttering some raw Daxia language.

"Are you coming here to seek death?"

The warriors around were furious when they heard this, and they all came out of their hiding places, looked at this capable user coldly, ready to strike at any time.

Song Wenbo took two steps forward, with a slash of the green blade in his hand, and said coldly: "My husband does something and doesn't do it. Since the founding of our country in Great Xia, we have gone through the flames of war and blood, and we in the martial arts world of Great Xia have never been greedy for life or afraid of death." Seniors, back then the martial arts world poured out all they had, and some monks risked their lives to drive you away, and today I, Song Wenbo, will not take half a step back!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk clasped his hands together, with his head bowed, and walked towards the lightning man step by step. When he passed Song Wenbo, his peaceful aura suddenly changed. There was no wind around him, and his robe bulged.

Seeing this, Song Wenbo couldn't help but say, "Master..."

But seeing the firm back of the old monk, all his words finally turned into deep sighs.

In their current state, under normal battles, they have no confidence in their opponents.

Every time the old monk took a step, his body was raised an inch, his body swelled up, and his breath became even more violent like a stormy sea.

After taking seven steps in a row, his originally extremely lean figure suddenly turned into a burly man with muscles all over his body and a height of nearly two meters.

"Ming Wang Nu, it turns out to be an eminent monk from Dajue Temple!" Seeing this, Song Wenbo understood, with an extremely bitter look on his face.

The Buddha also has anger, and incarnates as the King of Ming, abandoning mercy and sacrificing his life.

The fierce monk shook his head slightly, lowered his folded hands, and then stretched out a posture, neither sad nor happy.

"Where do you become an eminent monk? The old monk's qualifications are dull. He has studied Buddhism in the temple for decades but has gained nothing. He is just impatient. He clearly realized some visualizations of Buddha's anger. At this age, he still travels to foreign lands. To get why."

His lowered eyelids opened and closed abruptly, eyes as big as copper bells stared at the lightning-type ability user in front of him, and he let out a roar.

"Today, I will sacrifice my life to feed demons and break through the barriers of practice! My Buddha is merciful!"

Before the words were finished, the old monk stepped on the front foot, breaking the ground, and the person rushed towards the capable person like an arrow from the string.

Its power was so fierce that the shocking air waves that oscillated made Song Wenbo, Wu San and others more than ten meters away trembled in their clothes and their expressions were awe-inspiring.

The old monk approached the capable person in an instant, but he didn't have the slightest scruple in the face of the thunderbolt released by the capable person that ripped his body apart.

Two big hands stretched out, tightly hugging this ability user entwined by countless electric snakes.

The high temperature inspired by the thunder almost scorched his body black in just a few seconds, and there was a disgusting smell of burning in the air.

"Now!"

As soon as the old monk spoke, a three-foot blue blade came across the sky and appeared above the head of the capable person. The blade of the sword was rippling with silver-white light, which seemed to be able to cut through everything.

"Zhenwu Seven-section Sword."

Song Wenbo, who seemed to come with the wind, chanted softly, and the sound of the sword clanged, and the long sword transformed into three sword lights, as if it was blocking the sky.

This is a lore. After the old monk burned the last essence of his life, he burst into the most powerful state in his life. He risked his life to tie up this gamma-level ability user, just to win this chance of lore.

At this time of crisis, the capable person let out a loud roar, and the lightning coiled around his body turned into a thick thunder snake. When the thick thunder snake moved, it oscillated and released plasma, which melted the old monk's upper body directly, and the dead could not die again. .

Seeing this scene, Song Wenbo's eyes were cold and his expression was icy cold. His real martial arts sword energy suddenly rose, intending to wipe out everything in the world. A mighty sword sound faintly rose from the long sword, which was breathtaking.

Razer gave a sudden pause, and then bit at Song Wenbo at an even faster speed.

The sword energy collided with the Thunder Snake in an instant, and countless plasmas scattered, scorching the surrounding area black. The sword energy was like raindrops, piercing the ground to an unknown depth, and the surrounding incomplete buildings were completely reduced to ruins, and they could not see their original appearance.

After all, it was the capable person who was stronger. Song Wenbo couldn't hold on any longer, his body was scorched black by the Thunder Snake, he spit out blood and flew back backwards. During the crisis, Wu San drew forward and grabbed him with his left hand. Song Wenbo pulled back, pointed his right hand together to form a sword, turned it over and over again, and smashed the attacking electric snakes one by one.

The weak Song Wenbo, who was shocked all over his body, couldn't help but frowned when he saw this scene, and looked at Wu San's back in amazement, as if he didn't expect that Wu San, who did not hesitate to abandon his sword and escaped, would be so accomplished in the way of swordsmanship.

Sensing Song Wenbo's gaze, Wu San snorted softly, "I've already said that I am a peerless swordsman genius!"

During the words, Wu San landed without stopping, and the second after his body exploded and retreated, a thunderbolt as thick as a wrist blasted away their foothold just now.

Seeing this, Wu San retreated violently again without hesitation, shooting tens of meters in succession before stopping cautiously.

He took a light breath, and casually threw Song Wenbo on the ground. Song Wenbo, whose numbness subsided, tried his best to turn his body slightly, and landed gracefully.

Wu San, who was watching, scoffed, but didn't speak, looking at the old monk who had been completely scorched by lightning-type abilities, his eyes were also full of anger.

Not only him, but the warriors around him were even more angry, but everyone also knew that the opponent was powerful, and they were not the opponent's all-in-one enemy at all.

It is difficult for ordinary people to surpass the strength of a large stage, not to mention the iron eagle country's ability users are all kinds of strange, some are very difficult to deal with, and the slightest carelessness will capsize the ship in the gutter.

(End of this chapter)