Chen Jiannan fought with Yuan, and the three monks behind had already caught up and surrounded him in the middle again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Jiannan glanced around, hating the monk like a dogskin plaster, stalking him.

"The donor's Taoism is profound, and the poor monks admire it!" the monk recited the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light surged behind him, and the Dharma of the Venerable Buddha Buddha appeared, that is, the Buddha seat of Shakyamuni descended to the dragon Arhat.

Recited a Maitreya blessing sutra healing mantra, the light rain on the top of the head sprinkled, the vitality of life swirled around the monk's body, and the scalp cut wound in the distance quickly scabbed and healed.

A kind smile appeared on his face, and he slowly spoke: "It's hard for you to fly today, so it's better to follow the monk, so as not to hurt the harmony of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism." ”

Chen Jiannan was secretly angry with the monk's fake mercy, and shouted: "Ah, the monk quickly get out of the way, if not, the disaster of death is not far away!"

The four monks saw that the strong dragon was trapped, and they all possessed profound Buddhism, so they would be scared away by Chen Jiannan's words.

Monk Liyuan's face was as usual, and he said without any emotion: "Amitabha, what are you afraid of death?" The Buddha said, "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." ”

When all the monks heard this, they all folded their hands and recited the Buddha's name.

The Dharma body of the Dragon Descending Arhat is a middle-aged head with a raised chin and a towering forehead, with a strange appearance, wearing a half-body robe obliquely, and wearing a string of Buddha beads in front of him, each of which is the size of a goose egg, emitting brilliant Dharma light.

The dragon descending arhat raised his hand and pointed at the distant monk and blessed a holy light of Buddhism.

The far monk is blessed to the soul, such as seeing the Arhat himself, a dragon eighteen sticks of the law and stick intentions have been familiar in the chest.

Far away like a tiger roared, his body was like a cheetah pounced, his heart was tightly clasped around the eighteen sticks of the dragon descending spell, and a staff swept towards Chen Jiannan's waist and abdomen.

"Boom!"

Chen Jiannan blocked with Jian Gang and shook the monk with a fierce attack.

I saw the space sword surging, the shadow of the staff churning, the violent sparks exploding, the energy surging in all directions, and the spectators were all dazzled.

The monk's heart is full of joy, the stick method is getting more and more familiar, the shadow of the staff is getting faster and faster, the dragon is rolling everywhere the staff, and the wind is whistling, just like the Arhat going down the river to capture the dragon, dancing straight over the river and the sea, the sun and the moon are miserable.

The far-reaching stick method is fierce, the moves are pressing, the styles are connected, and a staff dances impassable.

Chen Jiannan is like a mad tiger, but he can be calm and calm, or pick, or stab, or split, or chop, or block, the sword in his hand is like an arm and a finger, and the magic sword method is one hundred and eight characters, each word is one hundred and eight styles, and the styles are all out.

Chen Jiannan is really genius, let the monk look like a mad tiger, and his moves are close to the point, and he can't touch a single hair of him.

"Woo-ra!"

The sharp sword slashed down, and a long crack was cut from the left shoulder to the belly of the Buddha's robe on his body, and a half-inch-deep wound was cut on the solid left chest skin, and half of the monk's robe was soaked with blood.

Monk Liyuan's body was injured, his expression was as usual, he didn't snort a word, the moves in his hand were not slow but urgent, and he was still dealing with Chen Jiannan.

"Bold and crazy!"

The anti-head monk reprimanded angrily, the Buddha behind him was surging, and the Buddha's light was auspicious, showing the Dharma of the Venerable Maitreya, that is, the Buddha seat under the tiger Arhat.

Fuhu Arhat has thick eyebrows and big eyes, tiger and wolf eyes, wearing a big red robe, and holding a tiger crutch.

Fuhu Arhat held a tiger crutch in his hand, volleyed a little to Le's head, and a ray of spiritual light flew out from the end of the crutch.

This ray of spiritual light turned into a string of magic talismans in the sea of consciousness of the anti-headed monk, and a trace of mysterious and mysterious clear light was generated out of thin air in the flying talismans.

If the monk has divine help, he instantly comprehends a 72-style Dharma stick duel for fighting tigers.

The Dharma in his heart was tightly linked, the Buddha light on his body was entangled, and the back of Monk Lile's head was in front of him, like a falcon pounced, rushing towards Chen Jiannan with a face full of resentment.

The sound of breaking wind was like a hurricane howling at sea, and the staff in Lile's hand swayed a wave of spatial ripples, hitting Chen Jiannan's back heart.

The evil wind came from behind, and Chen Jiannan's spiritual sense was so keen, he had already noticed it.

Chen Jiannan's body was deviated, and the monk swept the air with a cane, and the surging wind blew his cloak to fly.

Monk Lile already had a trace of fear of Chen Jiannan, and in the face of the swordsmanship genius spread on this continent, he was like a child catching a loach, and he couldn't catch it.

Chen Jiannan's natal divine element has been lost, and his knowledge of the sea is incomplete, but he is still a genius.

It's just that the higher and deeper the path of cultivation goes from there, the more difficult it will become.

The shadow of the staff and the sword light in the air reflect each other, which looks like a fantasy beauty from a distance, but in fact, it is hidden and dangerous, and one accidentally dies.

Chen Jiannan's chest was full of pride, and since entering the Northern Plains, this battle was the most enjoyable.

With one enemy and two enemies, do not fall behind.

"Hahaha, two more monks, the poor road will beat you to the bottom of the blood!" Chen Jiannan laughed, in this battle, he had a lot of comprehension, and his swordsmanship went to the next level.

Chen Jiannan seems to have regained the heroism of the original sword pointing at the world, one person and one sword, invincible.

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

If you have the idea of invincibility, how can you be afraid of a bald donkey?

"Hahaha, two dumb-headed monks, are you afraid of death and war?" Chen Jiannan was angry and made provocative remarks.

It's not that the two monks don't want to make a move, but the bodies of the three people on the battlefield are like a whirlwind, and they want to find Chen Jiannan to attack, but they are afraid that they will accidentally injure their fellow disciples.

Besides, they didn't stay outside, and they were afraid that Chen Jiannan would slip away.

"Crazy Dao, since you are bent on looking for death, the poor monk can fulfill you!" Monk Fang shouted, and the sound of Sanskrit singing behind him was pervasive, and the Dharma of Venerable Ah Shi Duo appeared.

Venerable Ah Shiduo's face is like that of an ancient old man, his face is strange, his head is like a longevity peach, his ears are shoulder-length, and his two long white eyebrows are floating on his chest.

This Venerable One often serves in front of the Buddha and is an Arhat with long eyebrows.

Venerable A's two long eyebrows were like tentacles, spreading in the void and rolling towards Chen Jiannan.

Venerable Ashiduo's long eyebrows are very powerful, and if they are rolled, they are like flying insects stuck in spider webs, and their bodies cannot move.

Chen Jiannan hurriedly ran the Tai Chi Xuanqing Interpretation of the Taoist Sutra, and an old Taoist figure with white hair and white face appeared in the clear light behind him.

This old path is like the incarnation of the supreme and holy avenue, without desire, without action, without seeking or seeking, and even his body should not seem to have it, he should be the Fa.

The old Tao with white hair and a kind face is too clear and Xuan, and he is a Taoist who does nothing.

Taiqing Xuan's inaction-free Daozun's demeanor was not wavering, and he swept the dust in his hand against the law of the long-eyebrow Arhat, his lips moved, and he said plainly: "Extinguish!"

But seeing the Dao light surging, blowing away the Buddha's light and blowing the Buddha's voice, the Dharma of the long-eyebrow Arhat instantly disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

The long eyebrows that spread in the void like tentacles disappeared along with the Dharma Appearance of the Venerable Ashiduo, and disappeared without a trace, and even the traces of their existence were erased.