What Dusk Jiuge's fist passed through was only the phantom left by Lin Yifan, and Lin Yifan's true body was already behind him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Twilight Jiuge instantly lost the ability to fight and fainted to the ground.

After solving the twilight nine songs, Lin Yifan did not relax, he had already felt the fierce waves of qi behind him coming towards him.

It was Li Chunjun's wine gourd that arrived.

At this moment, the wine gourd was extraordinarily large, the size of a small hill, and it pressed straight towards Lin Yifan.

The floating light and shadow step started, and Lin Yifan passed by a wine gourd the size of a hill.

Before he landed, Lin Yifan heard a burst of Buddhist scriptures.

However, at this time, the Sanskrit sound in Lin Yifan's ears did not have the sense of sacredness of Buddhism at all, and it was more like a demon chanting scriptures.

Lin Yifan's heart was hot, and thousands of selfish desires poured up. The magic sound hooked Lin Yifan's inner desire, pulled him, and wanted to lead him to sinking.

Lin Yifan used his innate immortal qi to protect his mind, suppressed the inner turmoil, and his eyes quickly returned to clarity.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark in front of him, Lin Yifan didn't raise his head, he quickly retreated, and his body quickly withdrew.

Rumble!

At the moment when Lin Yifan landed, the wine gourd fell to the ground, stirring up dust and blocking the view.

Li Chunjun's wine gourd attack was in the air again.

Avoiding the attack of the wine gourd, Lin Yifan's ears caught the howling of the wind, and his head subconsciously turned his head. A hand brushed shoulders with his head.

You can also feel the residual heat left by the friction of the air on your face.

Lin Yifan's expression froze, and without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked it. His feet fell on the door, as if he had landed on cotton.

The Daomen monk behind him smiled strangely, and his body fell not far away like a dandelion with Lin Yifan's foot.

At this time, a water sword slashed and took Lin Yifan's head.

Lin Yifan stretched out his hand, his fingertips poked at the tip of the water sword, and the colliding air waves blew the corners of Lin Yifan's clothes.

When Lin Yifan resisted the water sword, he felt that two figures were rapidly approaching. He caught a glimpse of two figures, one left and one right, continuing towards him.

With the force of two fingers, the sword qi was overflowing, and the water sword instantly disintegrated.

The attack of the two figures also arrived at the same moment.

Lin Yifan kicked his feet and jumped up in an attempt to dodge the left and right attacks.

Li Chunjun and the Daomen monk jumped up as if they knew that Lin Yifan would jump.

Lin Yifan saw that the two were chasing after each other, turned around one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and slapped Li Chunjun and the two with his palms respectively.

Li Chunjun and the Taoist monk were not to be outdone.

Flesh palm to fist, the figure of the three people fighting each other was frozen in the air.

The seven-star bone body in Lin Yifan's body was faintly glowing. The palm power increased greatly, and instantly suppressed the fist strength of Li Chunjun and the two.

Li Chunjun and the Daomen monk were slapped to the ground by Lin Yifan's domineering palms, and Lin Yifan was also hit by the punches of the two and flew to a higher sky.

fell at great speed, and the air blew Lin Yifan's face into paper.

Bang!!!

The two figures quickly rushed out of the ground and attacked Lin Yifan again.

Lin Yifan was not to be outdone and fought head-on.

The three of you, you come and go, I'm not lively.

Lin Yifan's strength is indeed higher than Li Chunjun's, especially after he has a feeling on the barren monument, his strength has been improved again. He once again seized on Li Chunjun's mistake and knocked him unconscious.

In this way, the originally weakest Daomen monk and Lin Yifan himself were left on the field.

After the Daomen monk also had an epiphany on the barren monument, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he surpassed Du Jiu Ge and Li Chunjun at once.

At this time, the Daomen's expression was strange and abnormal, as if he was laughing and crying, his eyes were evil, and his expression was evil, not at all like a Buddhist disciple.

After staring at it for a long time, Lin Yifan found that the Daomen monk seemed to be laughing strangely. But the mouth of the monk of the Daomen is obviously closed, so it shouldn't be without a sound.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and the Dao Gate moved first.

He stretched out his hand in front of him and stroked Lin Yifan's head in the air.

Lin Yifan faintly saw a Buddha, with a compassionate smile, stretched out his palm to touch his head. As the Buddha's palm approached, the thick Buddha's palm became extremely ugly, and the fingers gradually became sharp and clawed.

The Buddha's hand instantly transforms into a devil's claw.

Lin Yifan's heart fluttered, his chest was sweet, and the qi and blood in his body were rushing, and he was about to rush out of his throat, but he swallowed it hard and deeply.

"What's going on? I seem to have seen a Buddha fall into a demon. Lin Yifan asked in his heart.

"This is the claw of the Buddha, and according to legend, the Buddha's hand crosses the people's fruits. When the Buddha becomes a demon, the Buddha's hand will also become a demonic claw. It seems that most of the evil qi is on this little monk. The voice of the desolate monument sounded.

"That means I was really touched by the Daomen monk just now?" Lin Yifan suppressed the tumbling qi and blood in his body and said in a muffled voice.

"So to speak. But shouldn't the point be that the evil qi is in the little monk's body?"

"Damn, can you touch my master's head casually? No, I want to get back to the field. Lin Yifan was indignant.

He also raised his hand and touched the bald head of the Taoist monk.

His movements are ethereal and dashing. With a unique charm, there is a surge of fairy energy.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

The Immortal Hands in the Temporary Worker Cultivation Manual.

Being touched by Lin Yifan's hand like this, the face of the Daomen monk changed drastically, he was hideous and terrible for a while, vicious and vicious, and compassionate and peaceful for a while, and the sacred came out of the dust.

The two different states of Buddha and Demon are constantly switching between him and his body.

Gradually, the face of the Taoist monk returned to the appearance of the previous monk, and it was no longer weird.

Lin Yifan thought that his immortal stroking hand would play a role in helping the Daomen monk completely suppress the evil qi.

Daomen smiled strangely at Lin Yifan, and the black qi on his body soared.

Lin Yifan heard the black qi around the Daomen monk from time to time, and the demon voice laughed.

It seems that the Taoist monk has completely fallen into evil.

Seeing the great change in the appearance of the Daomen monk, Lin Yifan was startled.

The current Dao Gate is simply scary, the nails are crazy and they are automatically dyed black.

The monk's shoes were torn by sharp toes, and they were also black nails.

Crying and smiling face, thick black lips.

"Boy, you have to hurry. If you don't hurry up and force out the evil qi in the little monk's body, the little monk will always be like this. The voice of the desolate monument sounded.

"Got it, got it. Lin Yifan replied with some impatience.

Lin Yifan's figure turned into a shadow, and he went around behind the Daomen monk, preparing to stun him with a heavy plan.

The head of the Daomen monk twisted exaggeratedly, just facing Lin Yifan's face, grinning.

Lin Yifan subconsciously retreated.

The scratches flashed, and the clothes on Lin Yifan's chest had five more cracked claw marks.

It's just that there wasn't much time for Lin Yifan to hesitate, and the paw of the Daomen monk arrived again.

Lin Yifan pressed a sword finger against the palm claw of the Daomen monk.

The corners of the Daomen monk's mouth turned up slightly, and he let out a hoarse cry. The black gas was like silk, winding along Lin Yifan's arm.

The innate immortal qi in Lin Yifan's body rotated rapidly, and the sword qi of the sword finger burst out.

The black silk was cut off. Daomen did not panic.

The black gas became more and more, enveloping the Dao Gate inside. Lin Yifan's sword qi fell on the black qi and knocked out Xu Xu Mars.

In the black curtain of the Taoist monk, there were three thousand Buddha demons chanting.

Lin Yifan punched out and locked the machine and punched.

The huge fist shadow landed on the black curtain, without stirring up a single wave, worse than the finger of the sword.

"This turtle shell defense is too high. It seems that this is the only way to use that trick. Lin Yifan saw that his fierce locking punch had no achievements, and muttered softly.