Volume 1 Chapter 338: Winning with Less
The Great Elder is sixty-eight years old this year. He is stronger than the Master of Xuanxin Temple in terms of age, seniority and cultivation. In fact, he was the Master of the previous temple, and he became the Great Elder after abdicating. With the skills of the Eight Gods Temple, he is definitely the best in the entire temple.
"Ah!" He put the Buddhist beads in his hand around his neck, and then his whole body shook. Suddenly, the dark red Lama robe on his body was shattered by the strong energy, revealing his old skin but strong muscles and well-defined ten abdominal muscles.
With another roar, the Great Elder's eyes turned white, and the powerful energy that burst out from his body actually blew away the black smoke and flames around him, and a large amount of ruins were also blown away.
"The giant spirit of the Eight Gods is possessing me!" The great elder shouted again, and the next moment all the muscles in his body bulged, and his figure continued to grow taller, and his power gradually increased. Long red hair actually grew on his hairless bald head at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it grew all the way to the back of his neck.
Until the end, the Great Elder's body became much more muscular than Xuanyuan Pancake, more than three meters tall, and his skin all over his body turned red, covered with a large number of mysterious runes, making the Great Elder look like a flashing word "strong".
After the transformation was completed, the hideous-looking elder exhaled a large amount of white smoke, and then stared at Xuanyuan Dabing with his eyes as big as cow eggs and scolded: "Stupid scum, you have provoked the Eight Gods Temple, and the only result left for you is death!"
The three-meter-tall elder rushed towards Xuanyuan Dabing angrily, and swung his huge fist, which was bigger than Xuanyuan Dabing's head, and smashed it towards Dabing's face. The speed was so fast that even the air was blown up.
It’s a pity that Xuanyuan Dabing’s current cultivation is not inferior to others. Ordinary people can’t see the Great Elder’s movements clearly, but in his eyes, they are commonplace and enough to deal with.
Xuanyuan Dabing leaped back 20 meters with a pair of the most precious Xuanxin Hammers in his hands. The elder in the giant spirit state thought Xuanyuan Dabing was scared, so he sneered and said, "It's too late to run now!"
Then the Great Elder suddenly accelerated and chased after him. Xuanyuan Dabing, who had successfully distanced himself from him, sneered and said, "You don't need to run when we hit you. We just want to be able to swing our hammer!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Prison-Suppressing Technique that Xuanyuan Dabing had practiced was activated, and a faint dark aura emanated from his entire body, enveloping the two Xuanxin Hammers.
If you look closely, you can see that the ground under Xuanyuan Cake's feet has begun to crack, and all the flowers and plants on the surface are crawling on the ground, as if something heavy in the air is pressing them down.
When the dark energy was fully aroused, Xuanyuan Dabing let out a low roar and suddenly swung the Xuanxin Hammer to smash out. This hammer just collided with the huge fist of the great elder.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Xuanyuan Dabing and the Great Elder were both hit hard. Unable to bear the burden, they involuntarily took several steps back. They steadied their bodies almost at the same time and looked at each other with fear.
Xuanyuan Dabing's arm holding the hammer was trembling slightly, and he felt extremely sore and numb, and it was difficult to muster any strength. If he was to be hit again, he would have to change his hand.
The condition of the Great Elder's arm was even worse than Xuanyuan Dabing's. Besides being trembling, sore and numb, blood was still dripping from his fist. The invincible confidence that the giant state brought him also disappeared after this punch. The guy in front of him was very strong, or rather... stronger than him!
The Great Elder was very confused. He didn't know where this group of people with such powerful cultivation came from. They were so young. When did cultivation become so simple? They were just some young boys, but they were so powerful!
Could it be that they are disciples from the eight major forces? But that doesn't make sense. The Eight Gods Temple has never had any direct connection with the eight major sects, and there is no hatred between them. Why would they want to destroy the Eight Gods Temple!
After only one move, the result made the Great Elder think a lot. It was almost impossible to avenge the Eight Gods Temple today. Even if he was lucky enough to defeat the person in front of him, there was still a guy in the distance who was stronger than the master of Xuanxin Temple, and he would still die.
There is no hope for the Eight Gods Temple!
Xuanyuan Dabing couldn't think so much. He was now full of passion. After feeling the power of the Great Elder, he just wanted to have a hearty battle with him to decide the winner.
The reason why he hasn't taken action yet is that he is waiting for his arm to recover. As soon as the numbness and soreness disappear, that will be the time for him to take action!
A minute later, Xuanyuan Dabing moved. He soared into the air, waving a pair of Xuanxin hammers, which gathered together and smashed towards the great elder below.
"Hmph, you are looking for death!" The Great Elder did not expect that Xuanyuan Dabing would dare to take the initiative to attack him. He has lived for so long, how could he not have some fighting skills? He found a flaw of Xuanyuan Dabing, flashed forward, avoided Xuanyuan Dabing's double hammers, then he also flew up and punched Xuanyuan Dabing in the abdomen.
Xuanyuan Dabing in mid-air was horrified when he saw this scene, and hurriedly thought of a countermeasure in his mind. Time was running out, so Xuanyuan Dabing became ruthless and quickly exerted force with his arms, and actually threw the Shangbao Xuanxin Hammer in his hand directly towards the Great Elder.
The speed of the two Xuanxin hammers suddenly increased, and they hit the place where they were supposed to hit ahead of time. As a result, the Great Elder had no time to dodge and was hit in the left abdomen by one Xuanxin hammer. The other Xuanxin hammer hit the same place the next moment!
The Great Elder screamed and was knocked away, with a trail of blood spurting out in the air.
After Xuanyuan Pancake landed on the ground, he laughed and picked up the Xuanxin Hammer again. However, when he turned around, he saw that the three-meter-tall elder wiped his mouth and stood up again.
Xuanyuan Dabing's face froze, then turned angry and shouted, "Come again!"
At the central training ground of the Eight Gods Temple, Jiang Yue was holding a white spear that was emitting spiritual energy and standing ready for battle. His eyes were sharp and his brows were furrowed, but his clothes and armor were a little messy. The tip of the spear was stained with red blood, which kept flowing down the shaft.
Surrounding Jiang Yue stood three monks in Lama robes. They all had older faces, probably nearly fifty years old. The spiritual energy flowing through their bodies was no weaker than the source energy in Jiang Yue's body.
These three people are all elders of the Eight Gods Temple, and behind them lies a corpse of similar age to them. The dead person is none other than the fourth elder of the Eight Gods Temple, who was just killed by a bullet through the heart by Jiang Yue!
Jiang Yue adjusted his panting breath, then stared at the three people, and shouted coldly: "This general has not been on the battlefield to kill the enemy for a long time, and the white wolf in my hand has been thirsty for a long time. Today, the three of you can attack together!"
“How arrogant!” The fifth elder of the Eight Gods Temple said angrily, “Do you really think that our Eight Gods Temple is made of mud? If it weren’t for the loss of dignity and disdain to defeat the minority with numbers, if the three of us attacked together, you, a kid, would have no chance of survival!”
Jiang Yue sneered, pointed the tip of the spear in his hand, which he named White Wolf, directly at the head of the fifth elder, and said in a cold voice: "There were four just now, and now one is dead. Are you still afraid of defeating the minority with the majority?"
Jiang Yue said arrogantly: "I am not afraid to tell you that defeating the enemy with fewer people is my general's motto!"
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