Mocha was suspended in the air, his body was filled with brilliant silver light, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, staring at the hot-tempered old monk standing outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Exploding Monk Cifei?" Listening to Mocha's shout, Bata raised his eyelids and looked at the old monk with a faint expression, "Then you should be the quiet monk Ciyun, right?"

"Poor monk Ci Fei!" the indifferent old monk began.

"Ugh!"

Mocha and Bata were stunned at the same time.

Exploding monks are cifei, have an impulsive personality, disagree with a word, and go on a killing spree. The quiet monk Ciyun has heaven and earth in his chest and embraces all things.

But now, the personalities of Ci Fei and Ci Yun seem to have been exchanged.

The monk does not explode, the quiet monk does not quiet!

"No matter who you are, today Shaolin Temple must surrender to the Yama Palace!" Bata's fierce eyes rolled with monstrous aura, he liked to attack the ancient martial artists of Huaxia, in this way, he could weaken the overall strength of the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia.

"Kill!" Mocha also shouted, and his body suspended in mid-air was like a kite, shooting quickly towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Behind the Mocha, rolls of brilliant silver light continued to emerge, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, like thousands of arrows, shooting towards the Mahavira Hall as he moved.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

The space shook, and the four super powerhouses fought each other, and the power was shocking.

"Bodhi is nothing...... exploding monk Cifei slowly raised his head, looked at the swooping Mocha, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Buddha is the ancestor of compassion and can tolerate all things!"

"Boom!"

A violent momentum erupted from the body of the exploding monk Ci Fei, and almost in an instant, Ci Fei turned into an angry King Kong, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole body was full of golden light, as if possessed by an Arhat.

"Boom!"

Bata strode in, and with each step, the ground shook violently, as if an ancient giant had crossed time and space and descended into the world.

Ciyun, a short-tempered monk with a sudden expression, folded his hands, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

"Great Xuan Qi Gong?"

Waves of strange ripples gushed out from the body of the quiet monk Ciyun, turning into an invisible wall, resisting the momentum that bombarded the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Although I don't know why the personality of the exploding monk has changed greatly, but now as soon as he does it, Mocha finally knows why Cifei is called the exploding monk.

It's just a desperate Saburo!

Exploding Monk Cifei jumped into the air, regardless of life and death, he used all his strength to run the dilapidated blood qi in his body, and his whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold leaf, which looked extremely sacred.

"Boom!"

Mocha's expression was cold, his hands waved, and a brilliant silver light turned into a sharp sword, as if it had directly broken through the space and landed on the exploding monk Cifei.

"Qiang Qiang !!"

A series of sparks splashed in all directions.

The body of the exploding monk Cifei was like a black iron fabric, and the brilliant silver light could not break through his skin at all, only stirring up a series of sparks.

"Get out of here!"

"Whew!!"

With a roar, the eyes of the exploding monk Cifei were round, bloodshot, and the evil qi was rolling, behind him, full of energy, turning into a divine lion, angry in front of him, mighty and domineering, inviolable, and with a terrifying power.

The rolling sound waves, like substance, with the roar of the exploding monk Cifei, will overwhelmingly roll towards Mocha.

"It's a lion's roar again!"

Mocha's face sank, he cursed in his heart, and his hands waved strangely as if they had been broken.

A more brilliant silver light, like the bright moon, resisted the front, turning into a silver-white shield, blocking the rolling sound waves.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening, thunderous collision echoed throughout the Shaolin Temple.

The exploding monk Cifei has a hideous face, just like the evil ghost from hell, not at all like a Buddhist monk.

The huge fist smashed on the big silver shield like the bright moon, and the terrifying strength made Mocha's face change greatly.

This punch is like the collapse of Mount Tai, and the momentum of your collapse is terrifying.

"Bang!!"

Mocha's eyes widened, and a look of shock flashed in them.

The large shield transformed by the brilliant silver light was covered with cracks like spider webs visible to the naked eye, and it immediately burst apart.

"Boom!"

With no less strength, he broke through the bright silver shield and slammed into Mocha's body.

Mocha's body was like the meteor that had fallen from the outside world, smashed into the ground by the force of rage.

The ground cracked, and a large pit appeared in the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Bata, who was fighting with the quiet monk Tzuyun, trembled in his heart, and it was only a few minutes before Mocha was defeated?

"Donor, don't be distracted when you fight with the old man!" said the quiet monk Ciyun with a smile.

"Humph!"

Bata snorted coldly, his body was restrained, his muscles trembled violently, and vaguely, his body swelled by three points again.

"Get out of the way!"

The fist as big as Pu Fan, carrying monstrous might, fanned towards the quiet monk Ciyun who was blocking in front of him.

The fist is as strong as a dragon, and the strength is extremely strong!

In the face of this punch, the corner of Jing Monk Ciyun's mouth smiled, and his wrinkled face was flushed with a divine color, which looked extremely weird.

"Smack!"

"What is this?"

A punch smashed on the right cheek of the silent monk Ciyun, Bata's face changed greatly, and he felt that his punch was like hitting cotton.

Monk Tzu Yun's entire cheek was twisted, extremely weird, but he was still smiling.

"I don't believe in evil!"

With his left hand forming a claw, he grabbed the shoulder of the quiet monk Ciyun, and Bata roared, condensing all his strength.

"Hell!"

But to Bata's astonishment, the silent monk Ciyun was like a slippery loach, and with a shake of his body, he broke free of his palm.

"Eighteen dips?" Batta squinted his eyes at the silent monk Tzuyun, who floated three meters away like a fallen leaf, with his hands folded.

"The donor's eyesight is extraordinary, and the old man's cultivation is exactly the eighteen drops of clothes!"

"Overcome rigidity with softness, and fall eighteen times on your clothes, good, very good!" Bata flickered with anger in his eyes, and the martial arts he cultivated were extremely strong and yang, and he was unstoppable. Therefore, he hates the kind of martial arts that are yin and soft, and overcome rigidity with softness.

The quiet monk Ciyun smiled silently, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of sorrow.

Although he and the exploding monk Cifei suppressed Mocha and Bata, it was not likely to last long.

The decline of blood and the aging of the body are their fatal weakness.

At the age of one hundred and seventy-one, facing the bloody Bata, the quiet monk Ciyun has reached the limit.

"Boom !!"

Suddenly, centered on the big pit in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, bursts of roars resounded in all directions.

Inside the pit, Mocha's face was a little pale, but his eyes flashed with madness, his muscles squirmed, and rolls of strange energy gushed out from his temples.

"Exploding monk Cifei, I don't believe that you can protect the Daxiong Treasure Palace!!"

A low roar full of provocation resounded from within the big pit and echoed throughout the entire Shaolin Temple, making the faces of all the ancient warriors change greatly.