As the words of the Yuankong monk fell, behind him, the Arhat fake body condensed by true qi suddenly threw the demon subduing treasure pestle in his hand towards the masked guest.

The demon pestle condensed by the true qi drove the sound of wind and thunder, like angry thunder descending into the world.

The masked man had to be cautious, took a deep breath, and pulled out his hands.

Like a lightning bolt, the translucent demon-slaying pestle flew towards the masked guest.

Looking at this posture, everyone thought that the masked guest would know how to dodge the past, but who would have thought that instead of retreating, the masked guest flew towards the demon pestle, jumped up in mid-air, clenched his right fist, and smashed at the demon pestle.

There was a loud boom, a step higher than the sound of wind and thunder emitted by the demon pestle.

The fluctuations caused by the collision of the two true qi caused the left and right bankers to retreat one after another, and some of them with poor skills were directly blown to the ground.

A punch shattered the demon pestle, and the masked guest looked up at the Yuankong monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

It's a pity that the latter closed his eyes tightly and couldn't look at the expression of the guest at this time.

Shaking his right hand, which was a little numb, the corner of the masker's mouth hooked: "This trick is a bit famous, and it is much more interesting than those people before." ”

As he spoke, he snorted: "Monk, continue." ”

Monk Yuankong ignored the masked guest at all, and continued to recite the Buddha's verse, and the angry-eyed Arhat behind him threw his hands in a row, brushing and brushing with a sound, and more than ten demon-subduing pestles flew out.

Seeing this, the masked man laughed, stepped on the chain with both feet, and rushed over.

Seeing that the demon pestle had surrounded him, he did not panic, and he half-jumped in the air, his arms contracted in front of his chest, followed by a roar, and opened suddenly.

The air was full of true qi, and those demon slaying pestles were hit by him and lost their heads, and they turned around and rushed away at the surrounding knights who were watching the excitement.

Monk Yuankong suddenly opened his eyes: "You and I compete, don't hurt the innocent." ”

As he spoke, the Yuankong monk also opened his palms and fished them out of the air to the left and right of the demon pestle.

In mid-air, two purple gold hands appeared, holding those demon-slaying pestles in the palms of their palms, but with a single force, they were all crushed.

The masked guest looked at Monk Yuankong: "Monk, can you continue?" ”

Monk Yuankong turned his head, looked at the masked guest, took a deep breath, and stood up on the ground.

The masked guest was stunned when he saw this: "Hey, what's the matter, are you going to change your moves?" ”

The old monk gently took off the brocade robe on his body, then took a deep breath, and drank violently, like spring thunder on dry land, and then, the gray cloth monk's robe covered by him was stretched inch by inch.

Looking at Yuankong again, he was already seventy or eighty years old, and he was old and weak, as if he had returned to his thirties and forties and was in the prime of life.

Although the beard is still gray, the momentum is several levels higher.

The old monk's left hand hidden under his ribs was clenched into a fist, and his right hand pointed at the masked guest: "Come, the poor monk will have a second round with you." ”

The masked man laughed: "That's interesting." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old monk rushed over, and before he could reach him, he raised his hand and hit.

The masked guest sighed: "Although the speed and strength are much more powerful than Zhao Liwen and others, it is still not enough, not enough." ”

When the words fell, he snapped and caught the old monk's fist.

Immediately after, the drill fist followed, hitting the old monk's chin.

At that time, the old monk was defenseless, his body shook, and he was about to fall.

The masked man grabbed the old monk again and smashed his elbow.

However, before the tip of the elbow fell, a snapping sound was heard.

It turned out that the old monk dragged the tip of the masked guest's elbow with his hand, and said with a smile: "Donor, just now you said that as long as the poor monk hurts you, you can tell the poor monk your identity." ”

The masked guest was stunned for a moment, and then felt that the atmosphere around him was not right, and shouted badly.

Before the sound could be spoken, there was a hunting wind above his head, and the masked man broke free of the old monk's clamp, and stepped back under his feet.

Just as he left, a huge fist slammed down in the air, shattering the ground.

When I looked up, it was the angry-eyed Arhat condensed by the old monk before.

"Good bald donkey, there is really a set." The masked man looked down and smiled.

The old monk shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, what a good opportunity." ”

The masked man snorted and moved his arms: "You won't have another chance." ”

As he spoke, his arms drove the wind and rushed towards the old monk again.

Seeing that the guest was in a hurry, the old monk hurriedly put his left hand on his eyebrows, stretched out his right hand and drew several circles in the air, and he didn't know what he was whispering in his mouth.

However, as he chattered for a while, the arhat condensed by his true qi moved, and stretched out his hand to pat the masked guest.

The masked guest was not afraid at all, and drilled up with a punch, and with a loud bang, the palm of the true qi arhat was drilled out of a huge gap by the masked guest.

The masked man broke out of his palm, looked at the old monk with a grin, and said, "Look at me dismantling this thing of yours, see what other tricks you have." ”

As he spoke, his fists were clenched, and he smashed it horizontally, directly hanging on the arhat's face, and then pulling his head off in a daze.

With a bang, the Arhat's head hanging on the masked guest's fist shattered violently, turning into true qi and dissipating into the air.

The old monk also spurted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his gray beard red.

There was a loud bang, and the headless True Qi Arhat fell to the ground.

The masked man also fell in mid-air, looked at the old monk with a smile, and hooked his palm: "Continue?" ”

The old monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and stared at the masked guest.

Hearing only a disdainful snort, the masked man once again followed him, flew to him, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the old monk's neck, lifted him up in the air, and looked at him: "Fourth on the heavenly list, but that's it." ”

The old monk struggled hard, but he couldn't get rid of the masked guest's grip.

"It seems that the ten people on this list are all vain people."

There are ten people on the heavenly list, take out one at random, and there are countless admirers everywhere, even if it is a dirty and dirty Annuer, there is no shortage of followers, and the mask guest's sentence of the whole picture AOE angered a lot of knights present, and they all stood up one by one, pointing at the mask guest full of anger.

"Dog, if you have the ability, you will go to fight Helian Weiwu, snort Yan Zhuozhuo, go to fight the first rain in the world and fall into the city, and see if they don't pull your head off!"

The masked guest turned his head when he heard this, and laughed: "Really? Do you think that after I defeated this old monk, I wouldn't have gone to trouble those three people? Scold. ”

The old monk, who had already been pinched by the masked guest in his hand, suddenly stared at him, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Really?"

The masked guest was stunned for a moment, there was a loud noise behind him, he wanted to throw away the old monk and go back to see the situation immediately, who knows, the old monk grabbed the mask guest's left hand holding his neck with one hand, and grabbed the mask guest's right hand with the other hand.

"You've lost!"

The old monk shouted.

The masked guest said badly, but there was no time to react, and the arhat who had been condensed by his true qi that he had hit the ground earlier had already stood up again, stretched out his hands and grabbed the masked guest's body tightly.

The old monk also fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's broken!" Even through a mask, you can hear the panic of the mask guest at this time.

The old monk landed, coughed twice, shook his wrist, poofed, spat out two teeth, and grinned: "The poor monks are so old, and you still knocked out the poor monks' teeth, you are really bad enough." ”

As he spoke, the old monk walked over to the masked guest and reached out to remove the mask from the masked guest's face.

But before his hand touched the mask, the struggling masked guest smiled: "I lied to you, monk." ”

When the old monk heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the masked man trembled all over, followed by a loud shout, and the arhat condensed by the true qi that was in his hands suddenly turned into thousands of pieces and dissipated into the air.

The old monk's eyes suddenly gathered, he strode up, raised his right fist, and smashed it in the face of the masked guest.

The masked guest was caught off guard, and happened to be hit by the old monk, but when he heard it, there was a crisp rattling sound, and the doll mask was torn apart by thousands of cracks on the masked guest's head.