Master Bitter Bamboo still has a solemn and compassionate look, he said with a solemn face: “Master Mo’s words are not good enough. The monk has something to do and something not to do. Since they have met, if they do not do it, it is against the Buddha in their hearts. Amitabha Buddha, will Master Mo do it himself or will the poor monk do it?”
When Draco heard this, he was furious, he was a great elder of Supremes Holy Land, a highly respected being in Supremes Holy Land, and now he was being threatened outright.
“Master Bitter Bamboo, why is this? I have no grudges between Supremes Holy Land and you Kuchan Temple …” said Draco, whose face was not without some annoyance.
“If the poor monk had not come in time, I am afraid that the poor monk’s brother would have been killed by the hand of Master Mo. How can we say that there is no grudge? However, monks are compassionate, and it is better to settle grievances than to make knots. Therefore, the poor monk only needs to get rid of his own demonic nature. I will not kill Master Mo’s life.” Master Bitter Bamboo said.
“You…” Draco got angry and said, “Get rid of my own demon? You can just say you’ve ruined my combat. What’s the difference between that and killing me?”
“That is Master Mo’s own problem.”
Master Bitter Bamboo opened his mouth, his body moved, and his whole body rushed straight towards Draco.
It was as if the wind had risen, green clothes fluttered, and a majestic aura was permeated, a great momentum like the Buddha’s law appeared out of thin air, coalescing from Master Bitter Bamboo’s body, invisibly like an ancient Buddha with a huge body spreading out his Buddha’s palm, thus suppressing Draco.
“Little Saint, you quickly retreat!”
Draco’s face changed drastically, he opened his mouth and shouted, then Draco fully activated his Agist Force, a wisp of saint’s aura diffused from him, he frantically operated his own force, as a half-step Saint Master Stage, such strength in Hyacinth is already extremely extraordinary, fully exploded his own Agist The power of the Agist Force was so amazing that it was like a volcano erupting, spewing out a terrifying amount of energy.
Jason can imagine the terrifying aura that Draco brings when he explodes like that.
However, he and Blood Sword and Darcey were not subjected to any oppressive aura, apparently all of this was resisted by Master Bitter Bamboo’s own invisible Buddhism power.
Without Master Bitter Bamboo’s own great power to block the terrifying power of Draco’s full outburst, I’m afraid that no one on Jason’s side other than him would have been able to stand under the crushing power of this power.
“Baldy, you’re pushing me so hard, I’ll fight you!”
Draco roared, he pushed his full strength, his body sprinted upwards and took the lead towards Master Bitter Bamboo’s exit.
Boom!
Draco’s fist power shook the void, the fist power was filled with a heavy devil aura, a terrifying pressure was diffused, even if it was not a complete saint’s domain, just a fist power with a wisp of saint’s aura inside, it contained an extremely terrifying devil power, a murderous aura was diffused, swept towards Master Bitter Bamboo who rushed forward.
“What is this suffering, Master Mo?”
Master Bitter Bamboo sighed softly, he originally folded his hands, but then pushed out a palm of his right hand fiercely across the front.
An Agist Saint Force manifested itself, magnificent, boundless, with a vague golden aura emerging, and the extremely thin palm seemed to have become a terrifying palm print, cracking the air forward to meet Draco’s active fist.
Bang!
Master Bitter Bamboo’s palm seemed slow, but in fact, it pushed up in a flash of lightning, hitting Draco’s attacking fist, shaking an ear-splitting impact of force.
That is Agist Saint Force, which can only be refined by Saint Master Stage existences!
Immediately after…
“Wha–”
Draco opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his entire body shook violently as if he had been struck by lightning, and he kept retreating.
His fist looked deformed, and did not know how heavy the huge force was bearing down.
The withered palm was like nothing to stop it, but it was still pushing forward like a bolt out of the blue until it finally hit Draco’s chest.
Bang!
Draco’s entire body immediately flew backwards, the sound of broken sternum “click” came from the chest, the mouth again blood spurted wildly, obviously suffered a very heavy injury.
This is the power of a Saint Master Stage powerhouse’s strongest strike.
Even Half Saint, in front of this full force of a blow can not be resisted.
Jason was completely dumbfounded, he knew that this monk who somehow called him a senior brother was extremely extraordinary, but did not know that this old monk’s strength was so strong.
The seemingly light and casual strike under a palm, will Draco such a terrifying strong person to serious injuries.
Saint Master!
These two words immediately popped up in Jason’s mind.
This old monk’s strength was definitely Saint Master Stage, because he could sense the great power that Master Bitter Bamboo himself had gathered, a feeling he had sensed when he was watching Old Mr. Miller fight in Phoenix.
“It’s not bad to be able to withstand one blow from a poor monk. Master Mo, let’s see if you can resist this second strike.” Master Bitter Bamboo spoke, and his whole body rushed towards Draco again.
Draco’s heart was so angry and hateful that he was spitting blood, he really wanted to curse his mother.
This old monk also does not say anything harsh, a set of Buddhist compassionate words, so people want to refute can not refute, but the strike is never ambiguous, basically is to the death of the kind of fight.
This if the second palm shot over, with his current situation, not dead that their owncombat is certainly also to be invalidated.
In Master Bitter Bamboo body movement, towards Draco chase up when, coldly an old and hoarse voice floated far away —
“Bitter Bamboo, a monk is compassionate. This slap is enough to make Draco need half a year to recover from his injuries, so why close in on him and push him into a desperate situation? This slap is punishment enough.”
At the sound of this voice, Master Bitter Bamboo stopped dead in his tracks, and turned his head to the left to look deep into the reckless mountain forest.
After a long time, Master Bitter Bamboo folded his hands and said, “Amitabha Buddha! So it is Master God. Since Master God has come forward, I will withdraw this second palm. If the demonic nature does not change in the future, I will have to become the Bodhisattva of the Earth.”
After saying that, Master Bitter Bamboo walked towards Jason and said, “Brother, this matter is finished, let’s leave first. The poor monk has nothing to do at the moment, so I will walk with Brother Master for a while and have a chat.”
“That, that’s certainly no problem.”
Jason came back to his senses, he smiled and said.
What a joke, let alone why the old monk called him a brother, with the old monk’s unfathomable strength, with him accompanying that is equivalent to a free super bodyguard ah.
This way, who still dare to move?
Those hiding in the shadows of the sprites and demons are sure to retreat, near are afraid to approach.