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With a red-skinned gourd pinned to his waist, he did not dodge or dodge, and met the monk who rushed in front of him.

With a wave of the sub-mother ghost knife in his hand, thirty-six sub-knives flew out of the mother knife with a ghostly shadow, and slashed towards the net monk in a chaotic manner.

The staff in the hand of the monk flipped like thunder, danced like a strong wind, and slammed the thirty-six knives that slashed at the body like a storm.

Seeing that Senior Brother Jing was in danger, he shouted, 'Senior Brother, I'll help you', and slaughtered Chavaga.

Seeing that Monk Fang was killing closely, Chawaga was very important for self-preservation, and he had no time to attack Jing, and the mother knife controlled the sub-knife and flew back.

He danced his staff in his hand, and the shadow of the stick smashed into the celestial spirit cover of Chavaga.

Thirty-six knives flew from the rear and devoured the monk's heart.

When the monk saw the thirty-six knives flying away, he followed closely behind the knives and went towards Tsavagar.

"Senior brother, be careful!" said the Jing monk warned in a loud voice.

Seeing the shadow of the stick smashing in, Tsavaga swung his mother knife to block it, and a huge explosion sounded in the center of the violent impact, and a circle of striking light lines spread out in all directions.

Fang used his staff to attack Chawaga with a move, and the Tiangang Sword Formation formed by the thirty-six sub-knives behind him was already approaching, and if he didn't react in time, his body would immediately have thirty-six more blood holes.

Seeing that his junior brother was in danger, he raised his hand and pointed in a loud shout, and the chaotic Gangqi torrent in the air in front of him disrupted the formation of the Tiangang Sword Formation, and the power of the Sword Formation had gone to seven or eight out of ten.

The sword array has two or three out of ten powers, and it can still kill a monk who has cultivated to a high level and has cultivated a Buddha infant.

There were even a few knives that were hit by the Gang Qi, and the momentum of the forward rush soared, and the life of Monk Fang was in danger.

Monk Lijing saw that although his impatient move had destroyed the Qi of the Tiangang Knife Array, which was closely connected together, and the thirty-six sub-knives had become disorganized, the fastest sub-knife had already pierced Senior Brother Fang's Gang Qi protective body layer, directly devouring his back heart, and his emotions such as anger, regret, and anxiety occupied his heart for a while.

Monk Fang's body finally moved, he suddenly turned around, and swept away a few sub-knives closest to him, and the other sub-knives that shot randomly were also swept away by the strength of the staff.

"Thank you, brother. Monk Fang thanked him.

Although the spell cast by Monk Lijing caused the speed of several sub-knives to increase suddenly, without the stable qi of the sword arrays connected together, all the sub-knives were easily swept away, and Monk Fang's temporary crisis was lifted.

If there is no Jing Monk to disturb the sword formation, maybe there will be a knife pierced on Monk Fang's body, who knows, there is no if.

The battle of monks with high Taoism is full of dangers, and the slightest mistake can lead to serious injuries or even death.

The two monks looked at each other, they helped each other to solve the crisis, and they both breathed a sigh of relief, and the friendship between the brothers naturally deepened a little.

Tsavaka controls the sub-knives with the mother knife, and the status, position, and speed of each sub-knife are fed back in detail to his knowledge.

Under the influence of the demonic cultivator's mind, the thirty-six knives were divided into two strands with eighteen handles each, and dealt with the two monks of Jing and Fang respectively.

The monk danced the staff loudly, and the monk danced the staff in circles, surrounding the Chawaga in the middle for a round of fierce attacks.

The strong wind bounced the big raindrops of beans within ten zhang of Xu Xiang, and there seemed to be a rain curtain cover above, but the rain did not fall below, which looked very strange and beautiful.

Fierce demons and fierce ghosts flew out of the mother knife, and there were fierce demons roaring and howling in the air, and Chawaga controlled the thirty-six knives like an arm, and even blocked the Dharma stick method of the pure monk and the Arhat wand method of the monk Fang one by one.

There were constantly fierce demons and ghosts slamming into the body protection qi of the two monks, causing the Buddha light on their bodies to vibrate and tremble.

Tsavaga controlled the throwing knife to go straight to the key points around their bodies, and this battle was thrilling and dangerous.

Chawaga smiled gloomily, his body was hidden in the dark demonic qi, and the mother knife in his hand slashed, and the sword light rushed out of the demonic qi, directly devouring the chest of the pure monk.

His eyes widened in anger, and a King Kong roar exploded in the air like a thunderbolt, and a magic staff with a diameter three times the thickness of his waist and a height of ten zhang appeared out of thin air, blocking the monk's body.

The sword light from the mother knife was accompanied by the eighteen knives slashing on the phantom of the staff, making a violent impact and explosion sound, and the violent explosion radiated in all directions.

The phantom of the staff shattered and dissipated into nothing in the air, and the monk had already retreated.

After forcing the pure monk back, Tsavaga was able to free his hand and untie the red-skinned gourd from his waist.

Chawaga patted the gourd's buttocks with his hand, and the red-skinned gourd flew up, becoming the size of an adult killer whale, and the gourd skin emitted red light and heat, and the wooden cork was bounced away with a 'pop', connected with a leather rope, and dangled around the gourd's mouth.

After the wooden stopper popped open, the gourd spout first spewed out thick smoke and heat, burning the air crackling, and then accompanied by a fierce red light, spewing out blazing red sand fireworks.

The red sand fireworks were rolling like a tsunami, blazing like lava, and the hot wall of smoke with a very poisonous glow rushed towards the two monks at an extremely fast speed.

The sound of boiling water boiling above the hot smoke wall filled the space, and the earth, roses, vines, and trees passed under the hot smoke wall, and the earth, roses, vines, and trees became charred black, and a fire broke out in the mountain forest, which was extinguished by the pouring rain, making a snorting sound.

Tsavaka let out a terrifying and menacing shrill laugh, his fingers were empty, and the red sand fireworks split in two, and their speed suddenly increased several times, towards the two monks.

The hot air was already blowing in his face, and Monk Fang was not panicked, he crossed his legs in the air, put his hands together on his chest, and recited the scriptures, and the golden body of the ancient Buddha Dafa was immediately displayed behind the monk.

Burning the lamp, the ancient Dharma body bloomed with immeasurable light, and the monk Fang did not retreat but advanced, and rushed over in the face of the hot and poisonous red sand fireworks.

The red sand fireworks rushed head-on, and the speed of Monk Fang's forward rush decreased sharply, but he was still firm and moved forward smoothly.

There was a lot of pressure ahead, and Monk Fang still had an expression like a spring breeze.

Under the light of the Buddha, the surging red sand fireworks were washed away and dissolved, and the monk was clean and dusty, and even the heat wave could not approach.

Looking from afar, Monk Fang sat cross-legged chanting scriptures, his body shrouded in the golden light of Buddhism, moving forward unhurriedly in the red light and gray smoke in the sky.

Behind the pure monk, the golden dragon appeared, and the five-clawed golden dragon released the mighty dragon might, accompanied by the dragon's long roar, the golden dragon spewed out a rolling dragon qi in the direction of the hot air.

Lijing also did not retreat but advanced, he stepped forward step by step against the pressure, the red sand fireworks were dissolved by the dragon qi, and were dispersed by the gang qi, and he couldn't get close to the monk's dharma body at all.

The two monks both approached the red-skinned gourd that glowed red, their pressure was not light, but their expressions were calm and breezy, as if they were strolling leisurely.

The monk first approached six zhang to the left side of the red-skinned gourd.

Monk Huo opened his eyes and suddenly grabbed the staff suspended beside him.

With an angry rebuke like a lion's roar, the staff suddenly became ten zhang long, and the Buddha light surrounding the staff rushed through the red sand smoke miasma, and with a piercing sound of breaking the air, it smashed into the red-skinned gourd that sprayed red sand fireworks.