The timing of the thin body's attack was simply wonderful, at this time, Fang Fan had not adjusted his body shape, and he was unable to parry in the face of the fierce chains, the chains quickly wrapped around Fang Fan's neck several times, and with a bang, the chains were stretched straight, and the rust on them was also peeled off. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The thin body let out a few hoarse and hair-raising vicious laughter, and his right hand clenched the chain like a hammer, slamming Fang Fan to the ground, and when the hammer head hit the ground, Fang Fan's head must have become a rotten watermelon.

However, when the skull touched the ground, there was no blood splattered and bones shattered as imagined, Fang Fan actually distorted and dissipated like a bubble. At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed behind the head of the thin body, and it stabbed forward like chasing the wind and lightning, and the sharp blade was wrapped with blazing black flames.

Seeing that the head was about to be penetrated, the thin body leaned forward without hesitation, supported the ground with one hand, looked at the sky with both feet, and the whole body swirled violently like a whirlwind.

As soon as Fang Fan left, the high-speed rotating wind suddenly stopped, and the arm of the thin body supporting the ground bent slightly, and his body ejected, standing firmly on the ground.

Fang Fan's heart froze, the hand exposed by his thin body was simply amazing, the wind had become an unstoppable momentum, if he wanted to be still instantly, it would inevitably cause great damage to the internal organs, and even the internal organs would be broken, but the thin body completely ignored the load that the body was about to bear, how confident was this in his own body?

No wind.

There was only the crackling sound of flames bursting.

Fang Fan finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, this was an old man with a withered face, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eyes were black, and he looked as if he had not been alive soon, but a pair of eagle-like eyes were bursting with essence, flashing a little ferocious from time to time.

Not only did the old man's face wither, but every part of his body was also dry, and under his tattered clothes, there were protruding ribs, as if they were bones except for the dark skin.

Fang Fan was looking at the old man, but the old man just stared coldly at Fang Fan's face, there was a strange smile on his face, as if a ghost had seen fresh flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a strange look flashed in Fang Fan's eyes, the old man's clothes were almost dirty and he couldn't see the original material clearly, but there was a small corner of the clothes that was shining with auspicious light, the red glow was swirling, and the treasure was compelling, this shirt was not ordinary, this shirt was actually a robe!

But where does the old man look like a monk?

Fang Fan pursed his lips and said, "Who are you?"

The old monk smiled strangely, like an arrow shooting towards Fang Fan, there were pitch-black Sanskrit characters wrapped around the dry palm, and the right palm was slapped out, and the wind was blowing for a while, and the ghost cried wolf.

The look of surprise in Fang Fan's eyes flashed, his left arm flung forward, and suddenly the arrows condensed by yellow sand burst out from his five fingers, but the castrated arrows hit his palm, instantly corrupted into water, the pungent smoke rose, and his right palm immediately turned into a withered claw, and the rotten water quickly fused into a ball, and suddenly shot back.

Fang Fan's left arm was still stretched forward, and in an instant, a sand shield condensed and formed, and the rotten water hit the sand shield, and a thick smoke full of earthy smell suddenly rose.

Fang Fan didn't look at the sand shield that had been corroded out of a big hole, his right foot took a step forward, and with a brush, it flashed to the left side of the old monk, and the cold sword tip stabbed towards the old monk's left rib.

However, the lifeless dry palm blocked the way to pick the stars, a palm out, can not help but make people feel the sin, give birth to the idea of killing the neck, the old monk is the authentic Buddhism of the mastery - the devil's hand.

But the old monk's palm technique does not have Sanskrit sound at all, and some are just terrible ghost cries, where is he like a monk who purifies all beings, but like a ghost who crawls out of the underworld.

The tip of the sword was in the palm of the hand, although the palm of the old monk was like dry wood, it was not at all like a large piece of rotten wood that would be peeled off when touched, and the star picking suddenly bent into a circle, and with a bang, Fang Fan was rebounded and fell backwards.

The old monk smiled sympathetically, people swept up like night owls, and his index finger poked Fang Fan's eyebrows as quickly as electricity, this was originally a cross-industry finger that made people have good thoughts and persuaded people to be kind, but at this moment, as soon as the old monk pointed out, there was only a ghostly spirit, which couldn't help but make people chill.

Fang Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Star Picking Sword was thrown up immediately, and his hands quickly sealed.

"Lines, all, fights, soldiers, formations, ......"

In an instant, dozens of star-picking swords wrapped around the black flame shot one by one like a rainbow of lightning, the sword wind hissed, and the heavy wind pressure oppressed people so much that it was difficult to even lift their heads.

The old monk's face was a cruel color, the index finger was still indomitable to point forward, the wind was blowing, the sword was shattered, the dirty robe hunted in the wind, the filth on it gradually fell off, and the auspicious robe completely revealed its true face.

Holy robes!

The supreme treasure of Mingxin Temple, only the abbots of the past dynasties can wear the holy robe!

But the holy robe had already disappeared with the fall of Mingxin Temple and the abbot of Pushi, how could it appear here?

Fang Fan's face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Who are you?"

The old monk didn't answer, but just cast his ferrule with a hideous face to smash one handle after another to pick up stars.

Fang Fan's eyes flashed a few times, and he said, "You are the abbot of Pushi?!"

Xu is Fang Fan guessed correctly, the old monk's body paused slightly, and then, with a roar, his hands were hooked like eagle claws, and he grabbed forward frantically, and every time he fell, the star that shot away would be shattered, and every time he fell, there were five spatial cracks that could tear the flesh apart.

Fang Fan changed color slightly, with a move in his right hand, a stalk of picking stars flew back into his hand, and several stalks that flew towards the old monk disappeared into the air at the same time.

"Pro, Person, Column, Front, Row, Fight......"

The sound of gold and iron resonated loudly, and more than 20 star-picking swords floating in the void collided and fused, and in an instant, a star-picking giant sword exuding a fierce sword aura pointed at the old monk's dead wood body.

The old monk suddenly stood still, laughed twice, slapped his right hand on his chest several times, and his unpleasant voice was like the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing together.

"Come!"

The old monk clenched his hands into fists and hung down at his waist, his rib-bared upper body completely exposed, as if he was ready to take the sword with his flesh, what contempt was this?

Fang Fan's eyes were cold, his internal force boiled instantly, and the majestic true qi rushed to his hands in the meridians, and his hands continued to seal.

In a moment, more than 30 star-picking stars appeared around the giant sword, and then, it quickly melted into the giant sword, and the giant sword suddenly increased several times, and the wind rose, squeezing the old monk like a mountain and a sea.

The old monk laughed loudly and shouted, "What are you waiting for?"

Sword out. (To be continued.) )