"I believe it, but I don't believe you. ，”

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled charmingly, turned around, like a ghost, dodged away, and walked to the inn.

"That's not up to you. ”

The man in white smiled wryly. The people who were walking around him, among them, three people, suddenly, flew over, stretched out their hands, and grabbed the fragrant shoulders of the woman in Tsing Yi.

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled coldly and said loudly: "I already knew." You're weird. As she spoke, the slender hand of the woman in Tsing Yi was raised, the light flashed, and a long sword appeared in her palm.

The woman in Tsing Yi held the long sword, flipped her wrist, slashed forward, fluttered, and rushed towards his three people, and the clothes they were wearing suddenly shattered.

The three men showed a bare head, and yellow red stripes exposed half of the shoulder pectoral muscles, and their faces turned out to be golden.

"Ah, Eighteen Arhats. ”

The face of the woman in Tsing Yi changed, and a trace of solemnity appeared on her beautiful face, and she said lightly: "No wonder, my sword can only destroy your clothes, presumably, you have practiced the good skills of Jinling Temple to a very high level." ”

Just when the words of the woman in Tsing Yi fell, there were fourteen people around, rushing over, the face of the man in white was extremely cold, and suddenly, he opened his clothes, revealing his true body.

A dignified-looking monk with a golden complexion, a cold light in his eyes, and nine ring scars on his head.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that in order to deal with me a weak woman, you eighteen Arhats. It's all here. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at the eighteen people who surrounded her, her phoenix eyes were like electricity, her eyes shot a cold light, and she said faintly.

"You are not a little woman, I am in Jinling Temple, but there are thirty-six high monks who died at your hands. ”

The majestic-looking monk, his face was full of murderous intent, looked at the woman in Tsing Yi, and said coldly.

"What a monk. They are all a group of monks who deceive the world and steal their fame, and secretly steal men and prostitutes. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi sneered disdainfully.

"Destroy the reputation of my temple and find death!" The monk who took the lead shouted loudly and said, "Do it, eighteen stick formations." ”

Eighteen people, shot at the same time, drew a yellow stick from behind their backs.

Bang Bang Bang!

The monks waved the sticks in their hands, and suddenly, eighteen golden-colored dragons flew out and trapped the woman in Tsing Yi in the middle.

The woman in Tsing Yi stepped a little, and the heavenly soul mark on her forehead flickered, and a fiery red phoenix rushed out of her body.

Eighteen golden dragons were wiped out by the phoenix with their wings spread.

The long sword of the woman in Tsing Yi swept away, and there was a strong wind. Blowing up, put eighteen monks. All blown down, though. These monks are not covered, everyone is a cultivator of the Heavenly Sect.

Eighteen monks, as soon as their bodies rolled over, immediately stood up.

The majestic Arhat, his face was a little solemn, this monk, looking at the woman in green clothes in the sky, said with a little surprise: "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a master of Tianzong." ”

"Yes, you stinky monks, go to hell. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi screamed, and the long sword in her hand swung out violently, bringing out a brilliant sword light, and slashed towards the Arhat at the head.

This monk at the head didn't even block it.

Standing there directly, the Divine Soul Battle Armor summoned out, and a golden gas enveloped his whole body.

The sharp long sword of the woman in Tsing Yi fell on the head of the monk, but no matter how hard the woman in Tsing Yi tried, she couldn't cut into the monk's flesh.

"Isn't it bad?"

The woman in Tsing Yi frowned at her good-looking willow eyebrows and said in disbelief.

"Eighteen Stick Formation: Coiled Snake!"

The remaining seventeen monks were not idle, and surrounded the women in Tsing Yi.

Everyone threw out the sticks in their hands, and the sticks of these monks were all united, and at the same time, they rolled towards the woman in Tsing Yi.

The woman in Tsing Yi roared, and the phoenix came out of the cage, flapping her wings and flying high, a powerful energy. Rushing towards the sky, the phoenix smashed the formation of eighteen monks in one fell swoop. Immediately, the woman in Tsing Yi held the long sword, her body flipped up, and a circle of flames wrapped her delicate body. The woman in Tsing Yi was murderous, with fierce flames, towards one of the monks.

Seeing that, this woman in Tsing Yi was going to wrap this monk all over her body and burn his body.

Just when the flames were about to descend on this monk. The monk, suddenly, smiled strangely, his body flashed, and he stepped back.

After the monk dodged away, behind him, an old monk wearing a red robe appeared. This monk has long eyebrows and a white beard.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk folded his hands, was extremely pious, and recited a Buddhist language.

In a piece of golden light, a huge handprint pressed towards the woman in Tsing Yi, and the woman in Tsing Yi roared: "Phoenix Soul!"

The fiery red phoenix stretched its wings again, but unfortunately, this time, it failed to shatter the power that was crushing towards the woman in Tsing Yi, and was directly crushed by the huge golden handprint. The phoenix's terrible howl turned into countless points of light and was blown away by the wind.

After the phantom of the phoenix disappeared, the woman in Tsing Yi snorted and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the person fell backwards.

The old monk stood still until the woman in Tsing Yi fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

The old monk's hands were slowly released, and the golden handprints in the sky disappeared.

After the old monk glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi, he shook his head and said, "Why bother." "Turn around and go.

Eighteen monks, at this time, surrounded the majestic monk, and instructed the two disciples to arrest the woman in Tsing Yi.

The two monks in monk's robes nodded, came to the side of the woman in Tsing Yi, with five fingers into claws, and were trying to grab the delicate body of the woman in Tsing Yi, and then seal her veins and catch Jinling Temple, but when they just made a move, in front, suddenly, an old man in a gray robe appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the gray-robed old man appeared in front of the two Arhats.

Slowly pushed out the hand.

Bang!

The two Arhats snorted, spurted blood from their mouths, and flew away.

The majestic-looking monk looked at the gray-robed old man with an unkind face, and shouted, "Look for death." ”

In the roar, the majestic-looking monk, with a little footstep, the ground shattered.

The majestic-looking monk, one in one hand, grabbed the two Arhats who flew in.

"Ahhh ”

The majestic-looking monk looked down at his own disciple. was furious, and saw that the two monks in his hands had bled to death.

Of the eighteen Arhats in Jinling Temple, there are two less.

"Who are you. ”

The monk who took the lead came to the ground with two corpses, and yelled at the gray-robed old man angrily.

"Ziyang Sect, Duan Yue!"

The gray-robed old man said lightly.

When the gray-robed old man appeared, the presiding monk of the Golden Spirit Temple in a red robe, Tianbei Monk, had already stopped. When the gray-robed old man made a move, the monk of Tianbei had already turned around.

At this moment, there was no superfluous movement of the Tianbei monk, and his body gradually blurred. Then, he appeared in front of the gray-robed old man. He said lightly: "Why did you kill my disciple." ”

"Why did you hurt my disciple? ”

The gray-robed old man asked rhetorically.

"Amitabha, looking at your demonic skills, you must be a demonic person. ”

A fierce light shot out of the eyes of the Tianbei monk, and he questioned him: "Our Buddhism and the Demon Dao have not been in contact with each other since ancient times, and we have always been neutral in your battle with the righteous path, and you, why don't you restrain your disciple and let her kill my Buddhism!"

"My disciple is revenge, and the killing is justified, as for why she killed, you know it in your heart. ”

The gray-robed old man said coldly.

"Hehe, I was naïve, and I actually reasoned with the people of the Demon Dao. ”

Suddenly, the Tianbei monk looked at the gray-robed old man and laughed: "What kind of apprentices there are, what kind of masters, they are all evil obstacles. ”

In the laughter, a golden light was in the hands of the Tianbei monk. Immediately, the monk of Tianbei put his two palms together. The two arms of the Heavenly Compassion Monk, including the shoulders, burned, a dazzling golden flame.

"Okay, I've heard about the slap a long time ago, the abbot of Jinling Temple, Master Tianbei's Buddhist skills are exquisite, today, I want to learn about it. ”

The gray-robed old man smiled arrogantly, and suddenly, in his hand, there was an extra scepter made of dead man's bones.

The gray-robed old man moved forward, and with a slight wave, a black smoke appeared, spreading towards the Heavenly Compassion Monk.

A flame appeared in the hand of the Heavenly Compassion Monk, and in an instant, it was extinguished by a strange force.

Monk Tianbei was attacked by the black mist, and his face gradually turned green.

The Eighteen Arhats were extremely shocked and looked at the gray-robed old man in horror.

The woman in Tsing Yi stood up at this moment, looking at the battlefield from afar, at this moment, she saw that her master had the upper hand, and her pretty face couldn't help but show joy.

"Amitabha. ”

After the face of the Tianbei monk turned green, the red robe cracked piece by piece. What is strange is that on the face of this Heavenly Sorrow Master, there is no abnormality, extremely calm, serene and indifferent, and the clouds are light and light.

Monk Tianbei folded his hands, sat down, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, and a golden Buddha light spread from his body to the surroundings. The invisible power came out, and the black mist released by the gray-robed old man touched the golden Buddha light, as if he had met a natural enemy, just like a snowflake, gradually dissolving and disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Savage Strike!"

The gray-robed old man's face changed, he roared, and with a kick of his footsteps, a powerful and ferocious momentum emanated from the gray-robed old man's body.

The gray-robed old man held it high, a scepter made of white bone, and blasted towards the Heavenly Sorrow Monk who was sitting on the ground.

It seems that this gray-robed old man is planning to smash the head of the Heavenly Compassion Monk.

And when the scepter of the gray-robed old man was about to fall on the head of the Tianbei monk, the Tianbei monk originally closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures.

At this time, the eyes of the Tianbei monk suddenly opened, and it was unbelievable that the eyes of the Tianbei monk were blood-red.

"Ah, you ......"

The gray-robed old man was stunned for a moment, it was such a stagnant effort, and suddenly, the Tianbei monk opened his mouth, and a cloud of green gas was sprayed out by him, and this cloud of green gas shrouded the face of the gray-robed old man.

"Ahh ”

The gray-robed old man screamed miserably, "bang", and fell to the ground.

"Master. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi screamed bitterly, ran over, came to the side of the gray-robed old man, and cried loudly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The gray-robed old man raised his head, glanced at her, sighed faintly, and said, "I really didn't guess wrong, Master Tianbei, is it a person from the Demon Gate?"

"Master, your eyes. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at the old man in the gray robe and raised her head, thinking that the master was fine, but the woman in Tsing Yi had not yet smiled.