Before the mask could speak, it swept over Nurhari's head like a vulture, then turned in the air, and tapped Nurhari on the back of the neck.

Then, Nanurhari was stunned, his face full of incredulity, followed closely, took a few steps forward under his feet, plopped, fell to the ground, and fell into a coma.

A disdainful voice came out of the masked guest's mouth: "How dare you occupy the place on the heavenly list with this kind of goods?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the Yuankong monks, Zhao Liwen, and Hu Hu, who were ranked fourth, fifth, and sixth on the Heavenly List.

"Are you three going together, or are you coming one by one?"

The mask said wildly.

Hu Hu snorted, on his birthday, he was smashed on the field, how to look at it, how to lose face, and stepped up at that time: "Since Your Excellency has made it clear that you can't get along with Hu, then Hu will ask for advice." ”

The masked guest laughed: "Don't be as obsessed with me as that person, since you want to come by yourself, then come." ”

Hu Hu took a deep breath, shook his right arm, and slid out of his palm with a soft sword, and walked towards the masked guest with a swish.

Looking at Hu Hu's movements, the mask was obviously overjoyed, and he praised in his mouth: "Not bad, not bad, I'll just say, there are ten people on the heavenly list, can't they all be waste, it's good." ”

Seeing Hu Hu's soft sword trembling, he threw out a few sword flowers, and the masked guest took a step back with his left foot, stepped on the floor, and then took a deep breath and stretched out a finger in front of him.

He drank, and around his fingers, there was a faint white light condensing.

Immediately after, the masked man stepped forward, facing Hu Hu's beautiful iron python silver flower, his fingers constantly pointing at the tip of the sword.

Every time, it can accurately hit Hu Hu's soft sword.

Hu Hu's expression also changed from calm to stunned as the battle progressed.

The masked guest shouted, his fingers exerting force, and he slashed from top to bottom.

Around that finger, there was a sound of wind and thunder, Hu Hu saw it, and knew that he couldn't dodge, so he raised the soft sword named Qiushui in his hand and crossed it above his head.

Cang Langlang heard a sound of gold and stone clashing, and the man's fingers slashed on the soft sword, and the momentum sank, making Hu Hu fall to his knees with a plop.

"Master Hu, you lost." The masked guest laughed, and between speaking, his figure squatted slightly, and then slapped out with a palm in the air.

Hu Hu didn't even have time to prepare, and at that time, like a fallen leaf being swept by a strong wind, it swished and flew backwards at a high speed.

On the way to Huhu, blood flew all the way.

Smack.

With a sound, Zhao Liwen caught Hu Hu in the air, and after sending a true qi over, a trace of blood appeared on the latter's pale face.

"Whatever your intentions are, what you have done is indeed a bit excessive." Zhao Liwen gently put down Hu Hu, then shook his arms, his whole body wrapped in red light, and walked towards the masked guest.

The masked man tilted his head and looked at him: "It seems that you can't hold back the cat." ”

Zhao Liwen didn't answer, he came to him, took a deep breath, and let out a loud shout, and the red light that was like a flame around him suddenly exploded, rose several feet, and floated in the air.

Immediately after, with Zhao Liwen's shout, those red lights were like milk swallows returning to their nests, and they all burrowed into Zhao Liwen's body, only one centimeter on the surface of the body, covered with a layer of red neon clothes.

"Hey, what's this trick?"

Zhao Liwen narrowed his eyes, didn't answer, and rushed directly towards the masker, his left hand formed a fist, and hit the masker.

Seeing the strength of the fist, the masked guest did not take it hard like a fool, but turned his body to the side, and the fist passed by pressing it against his face.

Then, as soon as the masked guest raised his hand, he grabbed Zhao Liwen's wrist with a snap, made a palm knife with his right hand, and slashed at Zhao Liwen's chest.

His attack was so fast that Zhao Liwen didn't even have time to defend himself, he only heard a crisp bang, and saw that the red light of about one centimeter on Zhao Liwen's chest was like glass, cracking countless lines.

"Hey, such a high level of defense? It's kind of interesting. ”

Zhao Liwen didn't talk nonsense at all, gritted his teeth, and smashed his right fist into the head of the masked guest.

For Zhao Liwen's attack, the masked guest didn't dare to be careless, he opened his head to the side, and Zhao Liwen's fist rubbed his ear and passed.

The fist wind brought over, and the masked guest only felt a hot pain in his ears.

There was another sound, and the masked man grabbed Zhao Liwen's right hand, followed by his arms, raised a kick, and kicked Zhao Liwen's chest, and the latter spurted out a mouthful of blood.

When the blood was about to spray in front of the masked guest, a faint flash of white light flashed around him, and the blood sprayed on the white light, and the stinging lala evaporated in an instant as if it had encountered a raging fire.

Then, in Zhao Liwen's stunned gaze, the masked guest raised his knees and stood up on his chest, and then brushed his toes upwards and kicked them out, kicking right on Zhao Liwen's chin.

I saw that Zhao Liwen was like a leaf falling in the wind, flying into the sky all of a sudden, and then falling from the sky to the ground all of a sudden.

Seeing that he was about to land, he listened to a Buddhist saying.

"Amitabha..."

A big purple gold glass hand suddenly appeared on the ground, gently dragging Zhao Liwen, and then put Zhao Liwen on the ground.

Monk Yuankong walked up and helped Zhao Liwen up, and the red light of the protective body on the latter's body was just kicked by the masked guest.

"Zhao Weng, are you okay?" Monk Yuankong asked with concern.

Zhao Liwen waved his hand, but he didn't speak, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing this, Monk Yuankong was busy crossing his breath, but was stopped by Zhao Liwen: "Zen Master, you don't have to heal my injuries, the mysterious mask guest is very strong, you still have to keep your true qi to deal with him." ”

The masked guest also heard Zhao Liwen's words, hugged his arms, lowered his head, and stepped on the gravel on the ground with his feet to play: "That old cat is right, monk, you'd better keep your true qi and use all your strength to deal with me, otherwise, you will be fourth on the list this day, and I am afraid that you will have to eat once." ”

"Amitabha."

Singing a Buddha horn, Monk Yuankong walked up, stood ten steps away from the masked guest, folded his hands, and bent over: "Donor, why are you doing this." ”

The masked man waved his hand: "It's not bitter, it's not bitter, I'm happy to do this." ”

"The donor has a grudge against the poor monk and others?"

The masked guest put his hands behind his back, and the clouds were indifferent: "There is no hatred and no resentment." ”

"Then why is that, donor?"

The masked guest looked at the Yuankong monk: "Want to know?" ”

Monk Yuankong nodded: "Everything has a cause and an effect, and the poor monk believes that the donor is not a whim." ”

The masked man laughed: "Okay, monk, if you hurt me, I'll tell you." ”

"Amitabha, since the benefactor's words are so, then the poor monk I have to open the vows of anger."

While speaking, Monk Yuankong sat down cross-legged, and he also closed his eyes, chanted the Buddha's name in his mouth, folded his hands, and looked kind.

With the sound of the Buddha's horn, there was a sudden change in Baixiaozhuang, and in mid-air, dark clouds were thick, lightning and thunder roared.

Looking at Monk Yuankong again, the robe on his body that was covered with dust and oil shells quickly fell off the dirty dust on it, and gradually revealed the true face of the robe.

Brilliant and dazzling.

On the robe, the wheel gong umbrella cover, the flower pot fish intestines, and the eight treasures of Buddhism gather.

First, the robe began to radiate a magnificent light, and then, the whole person of the Yuankong monk began to emit a dazzling golden light as if it was made of gold.

The masked guest looked at the Yuankong monk and didn't move, he did what he said, and let the Yuankong monk use all his strength.

So much so that the masked guest yawned in boredom and squatted on the ground.

In about three or five minutes, Monk Yuankong seemed to be sitting in the golden light, opened his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't used this trick for decades, and I'm a little rusty." ”

When the masked man was about to say that he was fine, he looked up and was suddenly stunned.

I saw that behind the Yuankong monk, faintly, a gold glazed Arhat appeared.

The arhat held the demon pestle in his hand, his eyebrows were wide open, and his mouth was like a basin of blood.

The hundreds of knights in Baixiao Village who came to congratulate Hu Hu were stunned when they saw this.

"The world only knows that the monk Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, but how many people have seen the arhat's angry eyes with their own eyes?" Monk Yuankong sighed softly, and then said in a low voice.