"Big brother, I want to help the master. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" said the man surnamed Guan.

"Since the second brother has decided, I will naturally not stop me, remember to be careful in everything. ”

When he saw the man surnamed Guan waving his knife and rushing out, Yang Chongguang couldn't help but say to the white-faced man: "Brother Guan is really fierce and brave, admire." ”

Under Yang Chongguang's observation, the man surnamed Guan had already cultivated the martial arts golden pill, which was a level of a great realm compared to the white-clothed monk, but he never had a trace of fear, jealousy and hatred, and repeatedly swung his knife at the white-clothed monk.

Behind the white-clothed monk, there is a Buddha light shining brightly, and the divine golden light gathers under his feet and gradually forms the image of a lotus platform. At this moment, a cold light suddenly rose, and a sharp sword appeared in front of the white-clothed monk's eyes.

"Evil obstacles, dare to attack the poor monk three times and twice, I really can't kill you!" The sword slashed the lotus platform that was being generated under the feet of the white-clothed monk, and then he heard a series of angry voices in the sky. The white-clothed monk waved his hand and threw out a beam of golden light, and suddenly the golden light blasted towards the man surnamed Guan like a thunderbolt.

The man surnamed Guan was full of anger, holding a knife in both hands and striking out towards the golden light.

Rumble!

The ground around the man's feet shattered and shook one after another, and the golden light dispersed, and he saw that the Qinglong Yanyue Knife was holding up a golden pestle, and a violent arc of light burst out between the big knife and the golden pestle. The man surnamed Guan's face was extremely red, and the strength around him fluctuated violently, and all his strength was injected into the big knife to fight the golden pestle to the death.

"The golden pestle of the demons. The monk of the ten directions saw that the golden pestle's expression changed, and then he waved his hand and turned into a golden palm and grabbed it towards the golden pestle.

The white-clothed monk's robe hunted and moved, and the golden light under his feet suddenly turned into a bright Buddha fire and burned towards the golden palm.

The monk of the Ten Directions was blocked for a while, his golden palm was burned, and the Bright Buddha Fire suddenly swept towards him. The monk of the ten directions took out a copper bowl from the sleeve of his robe, and silently recited the formula, and the copper bowl suddenly flew up and released a sacred and brilliant brilliance, and the light Buddha fire that swept was sucked into the bowl by all the brains.

When the two monks were fighting, the man surnamed Guan was already feeling exhausted, and under the terrifying pressure of the golden pestle, the man surnamed Guan couldn't help but slide back slowly, plowing a mud ditch on the ground.

"Second brother!"

The white-faced man couldn't help but be anxious when he saw his brother in danger, and took out a jade talisman from his chest. The jade rune was verdant and crystal radiating an ethereal fairy light, and the white-faced man made a seal, and the jade rune suddenly shone brightly.

Yang Chongguang turned his head sharply to look over, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a feeling of heart palpitation and threat, and a fierce killing intent appeared in the jade talisman. Then I saw a sword shadow suddenly appear in the jade rune, and in the next second, a fierce and sharp sword qi flew out.

The Demon Golden Light Pestle seemed to feel threatened, and the Golden Light was prosperous, but under this sword aura, the brilliance was extinguished, and the Golden Light Pestle was knocked to the ground, and the aura on the pestle's body dimmed a lot.

The man surnamed Guan kept standing with the Qinglong Glaive in both hands, panting for breath, he turned his head to look at the white-faced man, "Thank you eldest brother for saving me, junior brother is ashamed, causing eldest brother to lose a sword qi." ”

The white-faced man rushed over and said, "You and I are brothers, how can the eldest brother see you in danger and not save you." ”

After that, the white-faced man took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a spirit pill and stuffed it into the mouth of the man surnamed Guan.

Swallowing the elixir, the man's blood color suddenly recovered a lot, and he gently stroked the blade of the knife, with a look of heartache on his face. Although this big knife was made of rare materials, it was inferior to the strength of the golden pestle magic weapon after all, and the previous confrontation caused several cracks to appear on the blade of the Qinglong Glaive Knife.

The white-clothed monk looked at the white-faced man, and the power of that sword qi caught his attention, "I didn't expect it to be the sword talisman of Xuantian Sect." ”

At this time, the golden light pestle that fell to the ground suddenly flew up and hit the white-faced man, but it was the white-clothed monk who sensed that the sword qi in the sword talisman would be a threat to get rid of the white-faced man first.

"Be careful!" The monk of the Ten Directions was shocked, and hurriedly threw out the copper bowl in his hand and slammed it towards the golden pestle, but it seemed that he was a step slower after all.

The white-faced man was also shocked, feeling the attack of the thick murderous intent, he hurriedly flew to dodge, while the man surnamed Guan roared and swung his big knife at the golden pestle, trying to block the golden pestle's blow. However, the Qinglong Glaive Knife was already unbearable, and the blade shattered under this slash, but it couldn't stop the golden pestle in the slightest.

The white-faced man changed his position continuously, showing extraordinary martial arts, but after all, he was not as good as the magic weapon psychic, and soon, the golden pestle chased after the white-faced man. Just as the golden pestle was about to hit him, a layer of blue light suddenly bloomed to protect the white-faced man's back.

"I didn't expect that there were a lot of talisman treasures on my body. The white-clothed monk sneered.

The talisman blue light was shattered by a blow from the golden pestle, and then the golden pestle's attack continued to smash towards the white-faced man's head.

The monk of the ten directions sighed secretly, very regretful and regretful, and silently recited Amitabha.

At the last moment, a fist appeared very abruptly, blocking the front of the golden pestle.

Bang!

A thunderclap exploded on the ground, and the golden pestle was knocked away with a punch, and the mighty aura golden light disintegrated and disappeared.

The monk of the ten directions opened his eyes in surprise and looked over, and the black clouds above the white-clothed monk's head were tumbling and surging, and many visions appeared.

"You've finally made a move. The white-clothed monk said coldly, at this moment, there was no more compassion and peace of a great monk in him, but an evil indifference emerged.

Yang Chongguang stood beside the white-faced man, raised his head and looked at the white-clothed monk and said, "You two monks don't want to interfere in their housework, but it's not okay to hurt the innocent. ”

The white-clothed monk and Yang Chongguang looked at each other for a while, and the evil aura on his body gradually converged, and he folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name, saying: "In this case, the poor monk retreats." ”

Immediately, the golden light pestle on the ground turned into a streamer and flew back to the white-clothed monk's hand. The white-clothed monk was very jealous of Yang Chongguang, and he had been faintly uneasy in his heart. As the golden light pestle returned to his hand, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the punch left a clear fist mark on the golden light pestle, and the golden light pestle lost most of its spirituality, which made the white-clothed monk begin to retreat.

The white-faced man bowed his hand to Yang Chongguang and thanked him: "Brother Yang, thank you for your great kindness, please speak if you can be useful to me Liu An in the future." ”

The man surnamed Guan also bowed heavily to Yang Chongguang, "Thank you for saving my eldest brother." ”

Seeing that the white-clothed monk wanted to leave, the monk of the Ten Directions immediately hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. "Senior brother, please come back to the temple with me. ”

The copper bowl spun and flew to the sky above the white-clothed monk, blooming with ten thousand rays of light, and a golden light shot out and covered the white-clothed monk. The white-clothed monk felt that the surrounding space was forcibly imprisoned, and the golden light was ingesting him into the copper bowl, he looked at the monk of the ten directions and said, "Senior brother, do you think this copper bowl can trap me?" ”

The monk of the ten directions was silent, just urging the copper bowl again and again, but the white-clothed monk did not move in the golden light.