The Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man, as the gatekeeper god of the thousand-year-old martial arts faction, has its own reason. At this time, the bronze skin of the eighteen Arhats flashed with a metallic luster, full of strong strength and blazing masculinity.

Eighteen Arhat bronze people, dividing forces in eighteen directions, surrounded Xu Zifan in the center at this time. Brush!

Brush! Brush! The three figures were like lightning flashes, retreating quickly, it was Zuo Lengchan, the Dragon Claw Divine Monk, and the Crazy Sword Evil Monk, they withdrew, vacating the venue for the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Figures.

At this time, the three of them were all sweating profusely, staring at the figure wrapped in purple mist in the center of the field, their expressions were solemn, and their eyes were full of fear and horror.

The three of them have already reached the peerless realm, they are the top masters today, invincible, no matter where they go, they are not the overlords of one side, their status is respected, and they can command the heroes.

But it is such a master, and the three of them work together, and they can't get the slightest bargain in Xu Zifan's hands, and they haven't even tried the other party's skills.

At this time, the three of them looked at Xu Zifan in the field, they were all in a complicated mood, and they deeply felt the strength of the other party, which can only be described by the four words unfathomable, the three of them glanced at each other, and they all realized the feeling of powerlessness from each other's eyes.

At this moment, the three of them were in a heavy mood, their faces were gloomy, and even thinking of the age gap between the two sides, there was a sense of discouragement, and their expressions were gloomy, as if they had aged for more than ten years in an instant.

sighed in their hearts, how could there be such a demon in the world? Thundered! The fierce confrontation began again, and at this time, the eighteen Arhat bronze people, who had been famous for thousands of years, made a move.

The eighteen Arhat bronze people present are all masters of the masters, each of them is very old, and they are the eighteen Arhat bronze people of the previous generation of the millennium Shaolin Temple, and they are all the same generation as the current Shaolin Temple abbot Master Fang Zheng, at least they are all first-class peak masters, and there are even two or three people, who have reached the realm of peerless masters.

According to legend, the eighteen Arhat bronze figures, arranged according to a specific formation, can exert a power far beyond the sum of the strength of the eighteen people.

This is a little terrifying, at this time, the eighteen Arhat bronze figures, take out one alone, and the martial arts are not under the crowd present.

And what about the sum of the eighteen Arhats' skills? Who can compete, not to mention, if it is hostile to it, this set of formations can exert a power far exceeding the sum of the skills of the eighteen Arhat bronze people.

For thousands of years, it has been as the gatekeeper of Shaolin, there must be a reason, has been clear that the past dynasties, thousands of years, eighteen Arhat bronze people, left an endless biography, not only including the martial arts, but even involved in the folk and the opposition, few people will not know the eighteen Arhat bronze Rao prestige.

"Ho!" The sound is high, and the eighteen Arhat bronze men are starting to act at this moment, each of them is a master, and his body is as fast as thunder, running like flying.

At this time, the eighteen Arhats, each holding a long wrought iron rod in their hands, their figures are like shuttles, interspersed with each other, the speed is as fast as lightning, from the outside, it looks like a bronze whirlpool wind around Xu Zifan rotating extremely fast, the momentum is huge, and the momentum is magnificent.

The purple mist is soaring, mysterious and noble, Xu Zifan is shrouded in purple mist, which looks a little hazy and a little mysterious.

At this time, the purple blossom in his eyes was faint, and his eyes shot out a long purple mang, the eighteen Arhat bronze man array, he was very interested in this formation that had been famous for thousands of years, he was observing, deducing, thinking, and at the same time, he was also learning, turning into his own martial arts accumulation, and enhancing his martial arts heritage.

The bronze whirlwind was turning endlessly at this time, as if it had turned into a bronze circular wall, indestructible, besieging Xu Zifan in the curtain Zheng rumbling!

The earthquake trembled, the ground began to shake, and there was a breath of terrifying energy rising, mighty out, and the coercion was endless.

At this moment, the heroes watching the battle were all shocked, trembling in their hearts, in their perception, there seemed to be a god and Buddha in the field, the divine power was immeasurable, the majesty was endless, and the momentum was shocking.

In addition, outside the field, there were three peerless masters, Zuo Lengchan, Dragon Claw Divine Monk, and Crazy Sword Evil Monk, who were sweeping the formation, eyeing each other.

"How do you deal with this?" Someone was in a mixed mood and was surprised.

"It is worthy of a formation that has been passed down for thousands of years, it is really powerful, it can be subdued!" Lu Bai, the crane hand, opened his mouth with a smile on his face, as if everything was a foregone conclusion.

"That's not necessarily, Huashan Sword Demon Divine Skill is world-famous, and maybe it can create another miracle!" At this time, someone in the group retorted.

Although Xu Zifan is on the opposite side of the crowd at the moment, his martial arts are unfathomable, and there are still many people who secretly admire him.

The thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple, why are there so many masters hidden in the snow? Why is this happening?

Everyone is a first-class master, all of them are well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, no one is a fool, they already have some guesses in their hearts.

Combined with the current situation in martial arts, the Demon Sect is dominant, and Wudang and Shaolin, as the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, have not resisted the banner to fight against it, which has already understood many problems.

As the saying goes, where there are rivers, there are rivers and lakes, and people's hearts are unpredictable, and the complexity of this rivers and lakes is far beyond what everyone can see on the surface.

The Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man Array, running at the moment, surrounded Xu Zifan in the center like a copper wall, the eighteen bronze men were extremely fast, their figures were staggered, and a terrifying energy aura appeared.

"Boom!" At this moment, a wrought iron rod, with a length of zhang and a length of zhang, swirled with golden light, carrying a terrifying energy breath, was shot out of the copper wall and iron wall, extremely fast, immeasurable, unstoppable, and hit Xu Zifan with the momentum of destroying the mountain and breaking the mountain.

"Dang!" A sound of metal striking came out, and there were sparks splashing, but it was the long sword in Xu Zifan's hand that blocked the wrought iron rod.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble...... Immediately afterwards, there were countless wrought iron rods surrounded by golden light, each of which was powerful and heavy, with an astonishing speed, with the sound of whistling wind, killing Xu Zifan.

While! While! While...... Then there was a series of metal clashes, and patches of sparks bursting like iron, at this time, the energy in the field was furious, the earth was shaking, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust were billowing out.

Xu Zifan's body was shrouded in purple mist, and the purple mist spread out, covering a radius of ten meters, protecting Liu Jing, Qu Feiyan and others, and holding a long sword in his hand, his body was like floating light, and his speed was as fast as lightning, and he was running and attacking, blocking all the wrought iron rods that attacked.

"What kind of divine weapon is the sword in the hand of the Huashan Sword Demon? How can you block the attack of so many blunt objects without shattering? Some people were puzzled, and with a puzzled face, they looked at the sword in Xu Zifan's hand in the field.