Mo Fan blocked the attacks of the Divine Scepter and the Divine Fury, but it was the price of burning blood.

Even if the monk's qi and blood are strong, the blood in his body is also abundant, and when Mo Fan's blood is burned, what can Mo Fan do?

On the other hand, the absolute defense of the divine armor has no problem resisting Mo Fan for one or two hundred strokes, and the effect of the divine scepter can make Mo Fan's strength weaker with every stroke.

If it goes on like this, it will definitely be Mo Fan who dies in the end.

Mo Fan frowned slightly, the scope of this temple was originally the strongest place for the blessing power, the blessing power on this divine armor was stronger than the blessing power of the temple, and the two-layer blessing power was worth a high-grade magic weapon, which was indeed very difficult to deal with.

He also had several attack-type magic weapons in his hands, but whether it was the four swords of punishing evil, killing, exterminating, and exterminating, or the Heavenly Cong Cloud Sword obtained from Ampei Qingming, it was much worse than the divine armor.

He couldn't break through the divine armor, and he was indeed no match for the temple master.

Seeing that Mo Fan didn't speak, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he smiled proudly.

"If you are poor in donkey skills, then become a sacrifice. ”

The four wings behind the hall master of the temple shook, and his body suddenly looked like a meteor, and the divine scepter divine light in his hand shone brightly, and he smashed towards Mo Fan again.

Mo Fan's eyelids raised slightly, and he glanced at the hall master of the Shen Temple.

"Do you think that I only have blood to burn, and you think that only you can unfold the magic weapon of the Mountain of the Gods to control a piece of heaven and earth?"

His fingers lit up, and three things floated around him.

Seeing these three things, Ye Wuya frowned, and his face was much uglier.

These three things were nothing else, they were the three books that Mo Fan snatched from him.

Although the Three Books are not a giant magic weapon that refines an entire mountain like the Mountain of the Gods, it is also a self-contained Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man.

Within the Three Realms, those who hold the Three Books are the Realm Lords.

Mo Fan took out the three books, is this going to be used against the Mountain of the Gods.

"This thing in my hands can fight against your temple gods mountain. Mo Fan held the three books in one hand and said coldly.

The three books are the treasure of the Holy Gate, whether it is dealing with the angel clan of the demon clan or the dark clan, it is a sharp weapon.

The three books were opened, and the mountain of gods was like nothing with him.

At this moment, the hall master of the temple had already arrived at Mo Fan's side, and when he heard Mo Fan's words, he smiled disdainfully.

"Yes, the master of the temple should give it a try. ”

"You don't have this chance, because I'm going to tear you up with my own hands, these things are just to prevent others from escaping, don't leave any of them today. Mo Fan said coldly, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Hells, which made people shudder.

It is true that he can deal with the temple master with the three books, but he wants everyone to see what will happen to the people around him.

So instead of suppressing the angelic blessing with the three books, he wanted to tear the temple master alive with both hands.

He directly threw the three books behind him, and the three books floated straight out of the Mountain of the Gods, unfolding outside the Mountain of the Gods.

In the mountain of the gods has become a piece of ancient immortal academy, the green mountains are towering, the green water is long, a cloud and mist are wrapped in the mountains and rivers, I don't know how high the deletion is, how far the water is, a group of cranes flying in it, it looks like a peaceful and incomparably peaceful, but it also hides infinite killing opportunities.

"Huh?" Many people were slightly stunned and confused.

Ye Wuya was even more puzzled, he once entered the Mountain of the Gods with the Three Books, and the blessing power of the temple failed to do anything to him.

Mo Fan could obviously use the Three Books to fight against the Gods Mountain, but he regarded the Three Books as something to prevent them from escaping.

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sp;“ Doesn't this kid want to live?"

"I think this kid is carried away by anger. Oda Shintoku sneered.

If you are a monk, when you fight against others, you will choose the most beneficial way for you, and you will not dare to be negligent.

This is especially true when a master makes a move.

Because as long as you are not careful, it may lead to death at the hands of the other party.

But Mo Fan did the opposite, obviously overwhelmed by anger.

"That couldn't be better. Carmon breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and said.

Although he didn't want to admit that Mo Fan was stronger than him, it was obvious that he was not on the same level as Mo Fan, and it was best for such a person to completely lose his mind, in this case, Mo Fan would only die at the hands of the temple master.

Seeing the divine scepter in the hand of the temple master, Mo Fan's eyes froze, and his five fingers clenched tightly.

"Taishang Destruction Sutra, Great Destruction Fist!"

A dark red fist immediately rose in his hand, smashing towards the temple master with an endless intent of destruction.

With this punch, the incomparably solid space with the blessing of the angel was finally annihilated, forming a black hole the size of a basin.

"Peng!" a sound sounded like a bomb exploding, and the two touched each other solidly.

At this moment, Mo Fan was as steady as Mount Tai, and although the divine armor on the hall master of the temple was safe and sound, the person staggered back two steps.

"Is this the fist you want to tear me apart with your bare hands, is that all?" the temple master flicked the armor on his body and smiled disapprovingly.

He originally thought that Mo Fan had some hole cards, but his strength was greater than before, so in this case, there was no difference between fighting with him with his bare hands and looking for death.

"The turtle shell on your body is good, you can block me with two punches, but can you block me with dozens of punches?" Mo Fan said indifferently.

After that, the figure flickered, and it was still a big destruction fist.

It's just two punches, so it's too early to be happy.

It was the same punch, the black hole just now was the size of a basin, but this time the area was twice as small, and it still smashed towards the temple master without hesitation.

The sound of explosions ...... "potholes, pits, pits" kept ringing.

With just a few breaths of effort, Mo Fan resisted the eight rods and eight divine wraths of the temple master, and he also suffered Mo Fan's Seven Seasons Great Destruction Fist.

Around, Qinglong and the others and the bigwigs in front of the screen also had a little smile on their faces.

After a few punches, the black hole produced by Mo Fan's fist strength became smaller and smaller, especially the last punch only covered Mo Fan's hand, which was much slower than just now, while the divine armor on the temple master was getting brighter and brighter.

Obviously, Mo Fan had begun to weaken, but the Divine Armor was getting stronger.

"Mo Fan, didn't you say ten punches, I bet that your ten punches will break your arm by the divine armor. Oda Shintoku watched Mo Fan smash another punch, as if he was dying, and smiled contemptuously.

"I bet too. Wu Taiyin smiled coldly and followed.

Anyone can see that Mo Fan is already at the end of the crossbow, and they still won this competition.

The others didn't say anything, but almost all of them had a look of pre-determined expressions.

However, if they saw the expression of the temple master inside the sacred armor, they would not dare to speak like this.

"Oh, yes, then keep your eyes open and see clearly. Mo Fan's tenth punch was swung out gently, as if an ordinary person had punched it.

But. "Click!" a crisp and pleasant sound sounded, shocking the audience.

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