In the field, the purple mist was vast, the energy was boiling, and Xu Zifan's internal breath seemed to be endless, fighting against the eighteen Arhat bronze formations that had been inherited from Shaolin for thousands of years.

At this time, the eighteen Arhat bronze people were intertwined, their qi and blood were blended, and one person killed, which was equivalent to the strength of eighteen people.

"Boom!" There was another collision between the two sides, and I saw a golden Arhat with a golden body floating around the phantom of a hexagonal golden pagoda, which was the bronze man of Tota Arhat.

High vibration, the phantom of the golden pagoda carries an extreme suppressive force, so as to descend, the power of Huanghuang descends like a god to the world, the earth trembles, and wants to kill Xu Zifan.

"Phew!" A purple sword qi, condensed and terrifying, shot over like a long rainbow. Rumble!

The phantom of the golden pagoda shattered, the bronze figure of Tota Arhat was shaken away, and the head of the snake retreated. At this moment, the eighteen Arhat bronze men have been fighting with Xu Zifan for two quarters of an hour, and the eighteen Arhat bronze people have made the eighteen people blend with each other, and the internal breath is colluded, if they fight and compete with others, they can be tireless and endless.

But when they met Xu Zifan today, their internal breath was being consumed sharply, and they couldn't make ends meet, at this time, each of the eighteen people was pale, sweat was oozing from their foreheads, and their eyes were staring at Xu Zifan.

There was a look of shock in his eyes, how could there be a person in the world with such deep internal strength? You must know that before they competed with Xu Zifan, there were already a group of heroes and three peerless masters who had also fought with Xu Zifan.

Thinking about this, they looked at Xu Zifan, and everyone was afraid of everything but horror. And what they can think of, how could the heroes outside the field not think of it, everyone was silent at the moment, their hearts were complicated and frightened, especially some of the masters invited by Zuo Lengchan, they regretted it very much, but now they have offended the Huashan Sword Demon miserably, if they meet in the future, what should they do?

"How is it better than the one in Blackwood Cliff?" Someone whispered to his companion.

"Definitely not inferior, even stronger!" An older man came to such a conclusion with a solemn look. At this moment, everyone looked at Xu Zifan in the field, the purple mist was vast, dense and dense, wrapping the body, very mysterious, at this time Xu Zifan was standing there, the purple long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, confident and calm, the breath was steady, not showing the slightest sign of defeat, and it was a little terrifying calmly.

At this moment, the group of heroes realized that the Huashan Sword Demon Xu Zifan in front of him might be the real No. 1 master.

Brush! Brush! Brush...... The Eighteen Arhat Bronze Formation changed again at this moment, and the long snake disintegrated and turned into a bronze figure in ten coats, each carrying a faint bronze light around it, retreating.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble...... Six sounds in a row, the earth shook, it was the sound of six Arhat bronze people falling to the ground.

Brush! Brush! Brush...... The other Arhat bronze figures rushed over, jumped up, stood on the shoulders of the Arhats in front of them, and folded them one after another.

Brush! The last person, athletic, rose into the air and stood alone at the top. The Eighteen Arhat Bronze Figures stood there as a whole like a pyramid at this moment, each holding a cooked iron rod in their hands, facing Xu Zifan, and their eyes were full of determination.

Call! At this moment, the wind howled again, and it was the eighteen Arhats exercising. At this moment, there was a faint golden inner breath circulating around them, flowing.

Looking closely, the eighteen Arhat bronze figures were boiling around their bodies, which were converging, from the bottom to the top, converging towards the Arhat at the top.

Rumble! A shocking momentum erupted, and at this time, the bronze body of the Arhat bronze man on the top was expanding, and the inner breath around the body was becoming more and more majestic, and the whole body exuded a little golden light.

As the inner breath converged, its body was shrouded in golden light, and it was already afternoon, and the sun shone obliquely from the western sky, reflecting on this Arhat bronze man wrapped in golden breath, which looked golden and shining.

At this moment, this Arhat bronze man, his whole body swelled, and his whole body was full of golden light, and under the reflection of the sun, it was like a golden Arhat in the Buddha realm, with a mighty breath and endless majesty.

Soon, the following seventeen Arhat bronze people plummeted, and their faces became even paler, and the top bet on this Arhat bronze man turned into a golden giant at this moment, its body was full of golden light, brilliant and dazzling, the breath was immense, and the divine power was immeasurable, and there was a strong wind around its side, and the majesty was endless.

At this time, the faces of the surrounding heroes were horrified, and their hearts shook, even if they were hundreds of meters away, they could feel that terrifying aura, unstoppable, it was the power of Fei Rao.

Yes, according to legend, the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Formation can finally exert a power far beyond the sum of the skills of the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Figures, and at this time, all the heroes will witness the ultimate power of this peerless formation that has been passed down for thousands of years and is famous all over the world.

On the other side, the four peerless masters of the Yuankong Master, the Dragon Claw Divine Monk, the Crazy Sword Evil Monk and Zuo Lengchan stood together, ready to make a move.

And Mu Gaofeng beside Xu Zifan, at this time, his face was strange, his breath was cold, and a faint red glow flashed in his eyes from time to time, at this time, when he saw this scene, his footsteps moved slightly, and he who was originally standing with Liu Jing and the other three gradually moved to the opposite direction at this moment, just across Xu Zifan in the middle.

Shrouded in purple mist, the aura around him was vast and mysterious, Xu Zifan stood in the middle of the scene at this time, and he didn't care about the movements of Zuo Lengchan and Mu Gaofeng, and chose to ignore it.

At this moment, his eyes shot out a purple divine light more than a foot long, and he was staring at the eighteen Arhat bronze people with all his attention, and he was deducing the operating principle of it.

"Nirvana!" An angry roar sounded, like a thunderbolt, deafening, golden ripples rippled out in the air, it was the sound wave spreading, the earth and wood on the ground were shaking, the distant sect buildings began to shake, and the bricks and tiles on the roof could not withstand the impact of the sound waves, making a clicking sound, cracking, and then rolling down from the building.

A hundred meters away, some of the heroes couldn't bear the shock of this sound wave, and they retreated sharply backwards, waiting to stand firm, their chests were suffocated, and a mouthful of blood surged up their throats, and then a mouthful of blood spit out, looking at Zheng Shu with a thick look of horror in their eyes!

The wind was howling, the golden light was shining, and the bronze figure of the Arhat with a golden body was holding a stick and descending, and the figure was almost to the extreme, like a touch of golden light, killing it.

The sky was stirring, the air rumbled, and the wrought iron rod in the hand of the golden Arhat bronze man was also shrouded in a thick layer of golden light at this time, as brilliant and dazzling as a golden pillar.

At this time, the golden-bodied Arhat bronze man held a stick in both hands, accompanied by a heavy stick shadow, and slashed from top to bottom, the speed was extremely fast, the air was roaring, shaking, with endless power and the momentum of urging the mountain to break the mountain, a stick slashed at Xu Zifan.

"Up!" At this moment, Master Yuankong decisively ordered to take Zuo Lengchan and other three peerless masters to shoot together.

And within ten meters of Xu Zifan's body, the purple mist was vast, protecting the entourage, he looked at the golden-bodied Arhat bronze man attacking at this moment, and his eyes showed a rare solemn look.

In the field, a great battle is about to break out, the atmosphere is heavy and tense to the extreme, and the heroes a hundred meters away, at this time are even more silent, the audience is silent, they know that the final decisive battle is coming, who wins and who loses, who loses and who wins, is about to be decided, they are worried in their hearts, their eyes are momentary looking at the field Zheng The air exploded, the air trembled, and the golden long stick with endless power slashed down.

Rumble! The purple mist was surging and thicker, as if it was about to turn into substance, enveloping the surroundings, and the long sword in Xu Zifan's hand suddenly flourished with purple light, swinging towards the air.