Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1527: Fisting heroes (Part 1)
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"I respect your age and call you senior, but judging by your words and deeds, it seems that you are not worthy of the title 'senior'." Liu Wei'an said slowly.
"Boy, do you know how to write the word 'death'?" The wine and meat monk's smile disappeared.
"I'm about to ask for advice!" Liu Weian made a gesture of invitation.
"I'm so angry!" Monk Jiurou was furious. It had been many years and no one dared to let him make the first move. He straightened his shoulders and suddenly appeared in front of Liu Weian.
"Back on the mountain!"
The evolutionists around were all horrified, the wine and meat monk disappeared, replaced by a mountain, huge and boundless, stretching across the universe, breathing hard, and feeling extremely uncomfortable in the chest. They are so far away, and yet they are so uncomfortable, the pressure on Liu Wei'an, who is confronting directly, must be unimaginable.
"Didn't you call yourself 'Sajia'?" Liu Wei'an's eyes didn't even change, and he punched out his right fist as fast as lightning.
"Big Judgment Fist!"
Buzz——
Liu Wei'an's fist collided with the shoulder of the monk of wine and meat. The picture was still at this moment, and ripples rippled in circles. Flying backwards, the buildings further away were reduced to powder inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, Monk Liquor and Meat attacked twelve times in a row, and the strength was higher than the last. Liu Wei'an remained unchanged and responded to all changes, with only one punch.
Crack——
The two separated, Liu Wei'an didn't change his face, and the flush on Monk Jiurou's face disappeared in a flash.
The wine and meat monk is an old monster who is a generation higher than their master. Their master is very afraid of the wine and meat monk. Now, the confrontation between the wine and meat monk and Liu Wei'an not only did not take advantage, but suffered a loss , No one would believe it, even if they saw it with their own eyes, the two felt absurd, how old is Liu Weian?
"Great Judgment Fist!" Monk Jiurou's face was extremely ugly. He glared at Liu Wei'an and shouted sharply, "Who are you, old madman? What's your relationship with old madman?"
"Senior, you have too many things to worry about, watch your fist!" Liu Wei'an took a step forward, a mass of silver light bloomed like a scorching sun, and the aura of judgment from heaven and earth overflowed, not to mention the nearby evolutionaries, Even the zombies showed expressions of fear.
"Boy is arrogant!" Monk Jiurou was furious, and he didn't know where he moved. Gone, replaced by a **** space, the ground is burning with flames, and the sky is raining blood.
"Let's have a taste of Sajia's purgatory on earth 1" the wine and meat monk laughed.
The light on Liu Wei'an's fist quickly dimmed, and the punch reached the front of the wine and meat monk, which had already reduced three levels of power, and was easily blocked by the wine and meat monk.
"How old is senior this year?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"What do you mean?" Monk Jiurou's smile froze. For some reason, seeing Liu Wei'an's calm expression, he was very angry, and at the same time, he felt something was wrong in his heart.
"I have killed a lot of people, and you are one of the most powerful ones I have ever met. If you count 10 people, you can barely be ranked last. It is surprising that you can reduce the power of the 'Great Judgment Fist' I expected it." Liu Wei'an said.
"Shit, you are young, you know what it means to be powerful." The wine and meat monk said angrily.
"The golden people of the golden family, in the eyes of the seniors, are they considered powerful?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"This is a race cursed by the gods, not human beings." The wine and meat monk's breath stagnates.
"Where's the ghost doctor?" Liu Weian asked.
"With the help of the Tongtian Bamboo, I will be trapped to death by the Tongtian Bamboo for the rest of my life, and I will be useless!" Monk Jiurou pretended to be disdainful, but the fear in his eyes could not be faked.
"What about those with double pupils?" Liu Wei'an asked again.
"Have you ever seen a person with double pupils? He was born again?" Monk Jiurou shrank his eyes.
"Live longer is good, and you know more people. There is an old man who guards the bodhi tree and is respected as an earth immortal. Compared with his predecessors, he will not be unfamiliar." Liu Wei'an said.
"I know!" Monk Jiurou snorted.
"How is it compared to seniors?" Liu Weian asked with a smile.
Monk Jiurou stopped talking.
"There is a Taoist priest who is playing chess with the Earth Immortal. I don't need to say the name, but I have already guessed who it is compared to the seniors?" Liu Wei'an took it easy.
"The old miscellaneous hair is not dead yet!" The wine and meat monk's face was ugly.
"There is a person who holds a bamboo sword and kills the enemy thousands of miles away. Senior should be familiar with him, right? With the style of senior, this person should have made trouble for senior." Liu Wei'an said.
Monk Jiurou's expression became even uglier, he stared at Liu Weian viciously, as if he wanted to kill someone.
"There is another person whose weapon is a wooden knife—" Liu Wei'an said.
"Stop talking!" Monk Jiurou said coldly with fierce eyes, "Do you think you have met a few people to prove your greatness? I have killed more people in this life than you have ever met." /
"No, I just want to tell you that you are very good!" Liu Wei'an said.
"You have successfully angered me!" The wine and meat monk's tone was devoid of emotion.
"Senior, to be honest, I admire you for living so long, but it is obvious that you have lived a long life like a dog." Liu Wei'an said seriously.
"I won't let you die so easily!" Monk Jiurou suddenly approached, this time, Liu Weian didn't give him a chance.
"Soul Rescue!"
The figure of the wine and meat monk stopped for a while, Liu Wei'an's mouth overflowed with a cruel smile, and he said every word: "Dark-dark-di-jing!"
The aura of absolute darkness overflowed, squeezing out the blood-red world in an instant, and a round of scorching silver sun broke through the void, coming like a meteor.
"Big Judgment Fist!"
Bang——
Monk Jiurou couldn't believe seeing himself being taken a step back, he was shocked and angry, and shouted: "Blood bergamot!"
The light on Liu Wei'an's fist became brighter and brighter, and he faintly saw the shadow of Shenlei surrounding him.
Boom——
The monk of wine and meat takes a step back~IndoMTL.com~The Great Judgment Fist! "
"Big Judgment Fist!"
"Great Judgment Fist"
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Liu Wei'an punched eight times in a row, and the wine and meat monk retreated eight steps in a row. His face turned purple, and his eyes were angry: "How can you know the unique skills of "Da Lei Yin Temple", you and "Da Lei Yin Temple" What's the relationship between "Temple"?" On his right chest, close to the heart, there was a finger hole, and blood was bubbling.
The wine and meat monk can't understand Liu Wei'an anymore. He knows so many people, and he can still listen to other people's stories. After all, those people Liu Wei'an talked about have endless legends in the Jianghu, but' Asking Xin pointed to 'it's not the same, this is the stunt of "Da Leiyin Temple", which is not rumored. Even the disciples of "Da Leiyin Temple" are not for everyone to learn. Liu Weian clearly has no gradient, and Liu Weian does not have the breath of Buddhism in him.
It is absolutely impossible to pass on the unique knowledge of "Da Leiyin Temple" to a lay disciple.
"Who are you asking me?" Liu Wei'an chuckled, "I won't tell you!"