The power of the smiling Arhat to explode in an instant is astonishing, and our dear Comrade Liu Dazhuang is estimated to have never been "lifted high" with one hand until now, and there was chaos for a while.

He grabbed his hands and feet randomly, as if he was performing acrobatics, and with an "oops" in his mouth, he was thrown out by the arhat in a blink of an eye, and fell to the ground after a muffled sound.

Fortunately, the fat man's reaction was fast, and he rolled a few times on the spot when he shrank his neck and hid his head at the moment he landed, and then his waist and abdomen were forced, and a carp stood up again.

The peachwood dagger did not leave its master, leaving an afterimage in the air, flying back into the fat man's hand, and once again fighting with the smiling Arhat who strode after him.

The so-called "one drum and then three declines and exhaustion", the fat man is brave, but he is already a head short of the other party in terms of momentum, and he does not dare to fight hard.

The rosary in the amorous hand once again burned with a scorching blue flame, which was splashed by the dancing water, and beckoned to the body of the Totarihan. Tota Arhat was not afraid, and he raised his hand to shake the rosary in his hand, high and low.

The two strings of rosaries collided, making a crisp metallic sound, like a clash of blades, clanging.

Not only that, but the bronze pagoda in the other hand of the Tota Arhat was also pinched in his hand, like a short stick, stabbing and splitting, covering his head and face towards the amorous storm, wrapped in the sound of the wind and smashing down, and the damp soil on the ground flew like a sandstorm.

Amorous and thin, he is completely unable to compete with Totarohan in strength, so he can only fight and retreat.

But the rosary in his hand was not a mortal thing, and the smoke on it surged, and in the constant confrontation, the faint blue flame began to spread along Totarihan's body, and in a few moments, the blue fire had already ignited the enemy.

Totarihan was surrounded by blue flames, like the wick of a candle, and the whole person looked even more hideous.

And he was completely unaware of the burning of this karmic fire, as if it had no effect, and the fire continued to entangle his passion, pressing step by step.

Amorous kept retreating, jumping around in the formation with his body in spite of his life, dodging Tota's onslaught, but he didn't guard against another Arhat behind him, and he raised the bag in his hand and swept towards Amorous's feet.

Fortunately, the amorous counterattack was extremely fast, and the toe exerted force, and a wild donkey rolled to the side in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding it, and stumbling.

The bag-wielding Arhat did not pursue, dodged back, then turned around and pounced on a Nafutang disciple......

Qian Ziqiang, who was fighting fiercely with his hands raised, was not in a second situation, and the Luoyang shovel in his hand was pinched by the Arhat's palms, and he was thrown away with a strange roar. The force of this throw was extremely strong, and Qian Ziqiang staggered and almost slipped to it.

Beside him, another Arhat flew up and threw a standard hook, a fist the size of a casserole slammed into Qian Ziqiang's chest.

Qian Ziqiang's body was unbalanced and defenseless, and he was beaten by this sticker swing fist, and with a scream, the whole person flew out three or four meters, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Before he could get up, a big foot behind him flew down and stepped on his head.

Qian Ziqiang didn't dare to slack off, and rolled on the spot in a hurry, the big foot was a little bit off, and he stepped into the ground, and the dirt flew and sank into the ground for five or six centimeters, which showed the strength of the force.

The elder brothers of Nafutang are all like this, not to mention the others. The mountain opening knife and Luoyang shovel in their hands had no effect on these copper arhats at all, but the blades rolled over under the continuous slashing, as if they had turned into scrap metal.

Fortunately, they have been cohesive, I don't know what formation they put up, although the individual combat ability does not prevail, and the number of Arhats surrounding them is also the largest, but they take advantage of the formation to advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and there is no fear of life.

Counting me and the fat man and the amorous, there are only eight people in our team, and those bronze arhats are twelve, not to mention the combat effectiveness, they have the upper hand in terms of numbers alone.

In addition to the long-eyebrow arhat, there was also a bald-headed monk with a tin staff in his hand and a bitter face full of hatred.

The two of them didn't pounce on me recklessly, but mainly the long-eyebrow Arhat, supplemented by the tin staff monk. The long-eyebrowed Arhat flicked his tentacle-like eyebrows and attacked me, while the tin staff monk strangely sneaked up behind me.

There were five or six tin rings tied to the tin staff, and they swung crisply, like a soul-warming bell, fluttering in the fog that filled the surroundings, and they were haunted and attacked my next plate.

I knew that the strength of these bronze Arhats was amazing, and they didn't have weapons in their hands, so they naturally didn't dare to touch them, and while dodging the two deadly whips of the Long-eyebrow Arhats, I also had to pay attention to the sneak attack behind me.

Even though he had the blessing of Tianxuanbu under his feet, he still seemed to be in a hurry and embarrassed for a while.

And I also found that there seems to be some kind of pattern in the advance and retreat of these arhats.

For example, the long-eyebrow Arhat in front of him, although he pounced on me, the steps under his feet were lunges forward, sideways steps to the left, and right swaying, plus several kinds of air, repeating back and forth, and the distance was limited.

And as soon as I left his attack range, the tin staff monk behind me would take the opportunity to mend the sword, and the copper ring would rattle and the tin staff would fly, forcing me back into the attack circle of the long-eyebrow arhat.

According to Qian Ziqiang, the twelve Arhats here are composed according to the palaces of the seventy-two earthly stars, and each Arhat steps on the center of the six houses, presumably their advance and retreat are also inseparable from the palace position.

It seems like a good thing to understand this, but it's actually useless.

If there is only one arhat, it is better to say that there are twelve arhats, and there are as many as seventy-two kinds of changes in advance and retreat alone, and the scope of a single arhat is limited, but they can take care of each other, and the connection between them is seamless.

In addition, the area of the entire hall is fixed, and they come and go, and when we enter the formation, we are surrounded by heavy forces, and we can't get out at all.

The more I think about it, the more chaotic my head becomes, and now everyone's situation is precarious, and I am even more anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

The two bronze arhats didn't give me the slightest respite, only to see the long-eyebrow arhat scream, and the routine of the two eyebrows attacking suddenly changed, no longer a sweep with a big opening and closing, but like two flying needles, stabbing straight into my eyes.

I was shocked, and the Tianxuan step under my feet turned sharply, and I was forced to retreat continuously. The wind behind me struck, and it turned out to be the tin staff monk who took the opportunity to sweep my ankles.

The brass ring rattled, and the tin staff was wrapped in the wind, and in an instant, the two long eyebrows in front of me were in hot pursuit, and they were about to plunge into the sockets of my eyes......

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of Zhuang Blind.

Am I going to be like that old brother and be a disabled person from now on?