Yongming stopped with his palm, only to see Lan He laugh and say, "Old monk, if you are not afraid of death, just make a move on me." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The monks looked over and saw that Lan He's chest was actually densely covered with lines. This bomb did not have much power, it could only cover a range of 100 meters, and his name was "White Thunder"! Because the moment he exploded was white, like thunder and lightning. Lan He looked proud, "I forgot to tell you that this bomb is oppressive." The harder you hit, the easier it is to explode!" As he spoke, a stream of air erupted from Lan He's iron fist, and he punched towards Yongming. Yongming hurriedly came out of his palm to block, but this punch was far from the previous punch, at least ten times the difference in strength, Yongming was knocked back two steps, and there was an internal force attached to the white-eyed monk Yongjing on his back, Yongming got a strong internal force in his palm, and the palm power that was originally only slightly weaker than the iron fist shook the iron fist like a dragon going out to sea.

This is the power of the Shaolin Arhat Formation, the outer eighteen monks are connected with sticks, or isolate the people outside the formation, or assist the four monks in the array. The four monks of the formation eye sit on their backs, no matter which direction the enemy attacks from, they can be easily resolved, not to mention that the internal strength of several masters is complementary to each other, and the power of one person is infinite.

Yongming's help to Yongjing shook Lan He's iron fist, and the palm power turned into a dragon but he couldn't stop, and he wanted to hit Lan He's chest with a palm, but when he thought of the bomb in his chest, he hurriedly raised his hand and went to his shoulder. The change of moves in the air will inevitably make the power much less, Lan He snorted and shook, although it seemed to be fine, but the strength in the shoulder was like a maggot attached to the bone and it was also painful. Yongming's next palm was about to hit Lan He's right shoulder again. Suddenly, Lan He shouted, "Still not helping!?" Another shot came from the air, this time the bullet was twice as large as before, but the speed was also a little slower. Seeing that the bat shot at Yongming, he got up and pointed, and when his strong adamant finger touched the bullet, it actually shattered the bullet.

But he said, "Not good!" As this finger smashed the bullet, the bullet actually spilled blue liquid.

"Bang bang bang!" Three shots flew again, and the bullets hit the four monks around, and the bullets shattered when they hit the ground, revealing a blue liquid. After a few shots, the blue liquid was scattered in a circle around the four monks, and the only gap was where Lan He was.

"What is this?" said Ran, who touched some blue liquid as he shattered the warhead. But he didn't notice anything unusual. It just vaguely felt that something was wrong. The other three monks were also confused, and they didn't know what this was, "Poisonous water?!" Yongchen speculated, "Senior brother, what should I do?"

"Don't panic, it's not poisonous water, but don't touch it at will." ”

Looking at the battle between Yongming and Lan He again, Lan He was slapped in the shoulder again, but due to the taboo on his chest, it was really inconvenient for Yongming to palm, so he only slightly injured Lan He, and he couldn't restrain him.

After the first successful sneak attack, the eagles on the periphery retreated. Because of his speed, the stick monk couldn't catch him. Finally, when Lan He showed the bomb in his chest, he attacked again, and the black shadow burst into the ground, and a stick monk panicked and left, the black shadow had some thin blades on his hands and feet, how could the stick monk block the flying eagle with such a fast speed. The blade was about to cut the throat when he saw it, and suddenly two sticks came separately from the left and right. The Eagle relied on the power of his speed to be fearless, but the power of the stick made his chest ache. The speed of the original rush came to an abrupt halt, and a stick monk came straight to the top of the flying eagle's head again. The eagle had no choice but to retreat, but fortunately he was fast, otherwise he would have to bloom if he hit the ground with this stick.

Feiying no longer dared to underestimate the stick monk, it turned out that the eighteen monks were one. If you don't start yourself, your speed is too fast, so that they can't react and solve one first, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with. But Feiying didn't know that if he hadn't been so vicious at the beginning, the Eighteen Monks would not have used such a ferocious trick.

The Flying Eagle stared at the stick monk in front of him, and only waited for a gap to riot, but the stick monk was also very vigilant, although the flying eagle was very fast, but when defending, it was three or five sticks out together, and the flying eagle could no longer break through, and there were a few times when he was almost hit by the stick.

"Old monk, just sit here and wait for death!" Lan He suddenly stepped back, and at this time, "bang" another bullet exploded between Lan He and Yongming, and the blue liquid separated the two.

Lan He saw that the four monks had been surrounded by the blue liquid, so he shouted to the bat: "Quick!" At this moment, a powerful internal force on his body was released, blowing the blue liquid away from the five people.

Lan He scolded angrily: "I said that you should hurry up." Seeing that the liquid was blown away, Lan He became angry. At this time, Yongming raised his palm again, and it was a Buddha push style. Lan He adjusted the strength of the iron fist to the maximum, and wanted to beat this monk to pieces, otherwise it would be difficult to calm down the anger in his heart. But I found that the fist I swung over was like hitting cotton. Yongming suddenly changed his palm to a finger, which was the finger of the flower.

Legend has it that after the Buddha chanted to the disciples who sat down, someone asked, "What is the Buddha, why the Buddha, why is the Buddha?" Although the person who asked the question only had nine words, it expressed three meanings. But the Buddha Shakya replied with a smile and a smile. The Buddha was originally to throw away all the earthly things, so why should the Buddha cultivators be bothered by the problems of the mortal world? So the Buddha smiled and began to be spread by the children of the Buddhist family, so he had the flower finger that came out later. Although the smile is light, it means that everything in the world is flat. ”

Yongming pointed at Lan He's iron fist, although the iron fist seemed to hit his finger with an overwhelming force, but Lan He knew that his iron fist was not aimed at Yongming at all, or that Yongming's finger kept retreating. Lan He pressed back Yongming with an iron fist, and suddenly a small pain came from the iron fist, like a mosquito bite. "If you can't care so much, this monk will have no way out!" Lan He said in his heart, and after that, he would bump into the Luohan Hall behind him. Lan He's fist had no strength to counteract with a thousand jun's momentum, and his hideous face was not afraid of the two of them joining forces. Yongming stopped retreating, just as Lan Hyuk slammed his fist into his chest with an unresisting acuat. Lan He's iron fist snorted suddenly. "What's going on?" Lan He really panicked now, "What did you do?"

Yongming said: "The power of foreign objects is useless, practicing martial arts is a technique to strengthen the body, and relying on foreign objects is a sideway after all!"

"No way, old monk, how did you break my gloves?" Lan He roared and waved his other hand, and the iron fist slammed into it again. Yongming stretched out his finger and pressed it lightly on the iron fist, and Lan He felt a surge of energy that gently pierced his iron fist and entered the inside of the iron fist, destroying the mechanism inside!

"Bang!" Lan He punched Yongming in the chest again, but he felt that Yongming was like a mountain and did not move. The left fist is also completely broken?

"Donor, turn back to the shore, you have committed a mortal sin, if you are obsessed, I am afraid that you will go to hell!"

Suddenly, there was another burst of gunfire in the air, and this time four or five large warheads exploded near the four monks in a row, and the blue liquid surrounded several people again, and there was no exit. Even Lan He was trapped inside.

"Wait!" Lan He saw this scene with fear in his eyes, "Don't!" he stood up and was about to exit the blue circle. But another gunshot rang out in the air, and a silver light flew over and hit the blue liquid.

"Not good!" Yongming's face changed and he hurriedly grabbed Lan He, and at this moment, suddenly the blue liquid ignited a raging fire, and with a "whew", the blue flames formed a three-zhang high wall of fire. With the crackling sound of the air burning, a quick and short scream was heard......

I saw that half of Lan He's body happened to step on the blue flame, and with the high temperature skin instantly dehydrated, Lan He screamed heartbreakingly, but the next moment the screaming stopped, because only a charred corpse was left in the flames for a moment.

Yongming folded his hands but didn't have time to mourn, because the blue flames made him less than two feet beside him, the hot air made him breathless, and the bomb on Lan He's body made Yongming even more close to suffocating, "Senior brother!" Yongming shouted.

Knowing that the internal force in his body was released again, and another strong wind was released, but after the liquid was burned, it was not like a liquid. Ran was afraid of blowing the fire on the eighteen monks on the periphery. I didn't dare to do my best. Just blowing the fire away, looking at Lan He's corpse, the dense lines on his body were burned to ashes!

"Didn't explode?" the eagle had already hid when he saw the flames burning. At this time, a woman walked out of the bamboo forest, he was dressed in red, and his delicate face sneered: "You are not willing to hand over your life casually, how can he honestly hand over his life in his hands." ”

Feiying's face was gloomy, and he couldn't see any expression on his face, so he pondered for a while and said, "Your work is all arranged?"

"It's just the east wind!"