On the other end, the two brothers, Lijue and Wushi, were fighting fiercely against Chawaha, who was short and strong, had a toad face, and liked to cut his scalp as a snack. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two monks formed a two-ritual formation, each occupying a position at one end, and forming a straight line with the enemy.

Lijue used the dog-beating stick method, and the Wuwu was the Vajra Demon Stick Method, beating the upper, middle and lower parts of the demon's body.

The moves of the two monks seem to be chaotic, but in fact, they cooperate very tacitly, you play the plate and I play the plate, you attack the left and I hit the right, so that the enemy is tired to deal with, and the essence of the siege and killing tactics of the Liangyi formation is deeply understood.

Chawaha roared with a centipede knife, countless blood-colored centipede shadows flashed and flew around him, and the scimitar shrouded in demonic energy danced into a cloud of phantoms, dissolving the continuous attacks of Juehe without swiftness and thunder into invisibility.

The monk raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and a dark light flickered on a dark cloud, outlining the outline of the dark cloud like a hill.

Immediately after a thunderclap, a bucket-thick bolt of lightning slashed down.

The thunder slashed impartially on the top of Tsavha's head, and his whole body trembled, his curly hair immediately stood up, and his whole body was full of green smoke.

A demon shadow flew out of Tsavah's body with a miserable howl, and the demon shadow's face was pale, and it was no longer alive.

This is a stand-in demon puppet that Tsavaha has refined with magic skills, a stand-in demon puppet that can die for his master in times of crisis.

There was still a residual flash of electric light in the demonic qi surging around Chavaha's body, and the energy of the thunder and lightning was all absorbed by the stand-in demon puppet, and his demon body was not damaged at all.

The demonic qi on his body rolled, and Chawaha stayed away from the combined attack of the two monks.

Demon Xiu suddenly grabbed a flag planted in his waist and threw it into the sky.

This banner is the Demon Dust Banner of the Demon Sect, which is the top magic weapon in the Demon Treasure.

The magic dust banner was originally only the size of a palm, but when it shook in the wind, it became seven feet wide and three feet long, hunting and flying in the wind and rain, and the flag emitted a dull magic light.

Tsavaha chanted a strange spell in his mouth, and waved his hand at the banner to shoot a few strange magic duels.

The Demon Dust Banner immediately came to life, and there were many hideous Outer Heaven Demon Shadows flying beside it, rolling demonic qi drumming, and countless demonic dust as fine as dust flew out of the banner.

This demon dust is not smoke dust, non-mud and sand dust, non-bone dust, non-meat dust, non-dry dust, non-wet dust, non-spring, summer, autumn and winter dust, non-gold, wood and earth dust, this demon dust is a fine powder ground by the supreme demon body of the demon giant, and then infiltrated by the poisonous miasma gas and all kinds of yin and evil qi all year round, its toxicity and yin evil are outrageous, and it has exceeded the scope of people's common sense.

The demon dust surged out, and the water droplets that it touched did not turn into mist, but directly disappeared, and the flowers and trees it touched turned into nothing, and even the rocks and mud disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace of the vicious smell or black red markings.

His right palm was erected in front of his chest, and behind him was the appearance of the Buddha-figure of the Buddha.

The monk's body emits a brilliant Buddha light, and countless demon dust cannot get close.

"Amitabha, this dust is an evil thing, which can destroy all things, and should not be owned by the yang world. ”

The enlightened monk chanted a long chant of the Buddha's name, and on his left side showed the Dharma of the King of the Earth, and on the right side showed a dark and deep gate of the Netherworld.

Countless phantoms of monks in robes appeared in the air, and the monks chanted the scriptures of sorrow and confession in unison, and a black vortex appeared in the gate of the netherworld, sucking in the demonic dust that filled the sky.

The two monks, Lijue and Liwu, raised their palms in front of their chests, and under the shroud of the bright Buddha light, they moved forward unhurriedly, and forced towards the demon dust banner.

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At this end, Chen Jiannan, who was already almost eight points conscious, moved his body and the sword shadow flew over, dealing with the two unfathomable monks who had cultivated the Dharma to Wu and Lile.

Chen Jiannan's feet stepped on Ling's feet, his body was very flexible, like a fish swimming in water, swimming swiftly in the stormy night sky, avoiding falling into the combined attack of the two monks.

Chen Jiannan wandered in front to dodge, and the two monks of Enlightenment and Le followed behind like shadows, and the stick shadow pursued repeatedly, and every time it was smashed, the space was distorted and folded, and it exploded like thunder, and the power was amazing.

There was a water talisman flashing in the air, and Chen Jiannan's body was wrapped in water vitality, like a loach slipping into rapeseed oil, the air friction was less, and his body was more agile and fast.

The two monks saw that Chen Jiannan's body was like a phantom, and the two monks used their spiritual sense to lock the position of his body, as well as the azimuth speed of movement, to judge which direction would appear in the next moment.

The two monks can follow the blow like a shadow, and they are not stunned by his body, and their Buddhist cultivation is profound.

If his cultivation is not good, it will be like a child watching a mosquito dance, where can he keep up with him.

"Chen Jiannan, you still have to tie your hands and arrest it, so as not to hurt your son by the poor monk. The enlightened monk shouted loudly.

Under the drumming of vitality, the monk's voice is like a bronze bell ringing, like a lion roaring, with an irresistible might.

Ordinary people were shocked by the Buddha's might, and immediately weakened their whole body and raised their hands in surrender.

The Buddha power brought by the monk shouted only shocked his body, and Chen Jiannan's mind was not affected.

Just kidding, the monk obviously had a murderous intent on him, and if he surrendered, I am afraid that his head would be immediately smashed by the angry bald donkey.

Chen Jiannan's heart flowed, and the space was immediately filled with cold, as if the frost had fallen on the sky in a cold winter, and even the bodies of the two monks who were chasing were cold.

The raindrops that fell with a clamor immediately condensed into ice particles, enveloping the four fields in a white expanse.

With a wave of Chen Jiannan's hand, the ice particles in the sky shot towards the two monks, Wu and Le.

Xuan Han Jue Ice Sweeping Ten Thousand Ice Sweep!

This move is not very lethal, but it is a clever move to stop the enemy, drag the enemy, and consume the enemy.

The two monks really had no way to pursue Chen Jiannan anymore, and they all stopped to deal with the ice particles that rushed towards them.

The ice particles collided with the protective qi that surrounded Le Zhou's body, and there was a crackling sound, and the monk's vitality was consumed a lot.

A fire erupted in front of him, and the fury that rose above his head swirled and burned around like a dragon's fury, and the whirring fire melted the ice particles into droplets, and then into mist.

With a loud shout, the muscles of his whole body were tattooed, causing countless thunderbolts to explode in the air.

I only heard the thunder rolling, and the thunder was mighty, blowing up the ice particles in the sky into ice powder and scattering them.

Seeing that the two monks were tired of dealing with the ice particles in the sky, Chen Jiannan seized the opportunity and made a move from afar to fight the six turtles across the three hills.

Chen Jiannan's momentum climbed, the sparkle of the Yao Light Sword reflected him like a god descending, the long sword slashed in front of him, and six sword rays flashed out of thin air, three of which sword lights went towards Monk Wu, and the other three sword lights killed Monk Le.

Three swords flashed, and they took out the brain, throat, and chest of Wu respectively.

The sword came too quickly and suddenly, and the muscles around the monk were tattooed, and his entire body contained incomparable Buddha Yuan energy, just like a barrel of explosives with great energy.

His lips moved, he read the scriptures, his hands pinched the seal, and a vajra shield stood in front of him out of thin air.

The three sword rays slashed at the Vajra shield almost at the same time, because the three voices were connected too fast, and only one sonorous sound could be heard in the senses.

The three sword shadows were embedded in the Vajra Shield, and the momentum of the forward rush did not decrease, pushing the Vajra Shield back more than ten zhang away.

After all, the heavy Vajra Shield absorbed and consumed the energy of the sword, and pushing the Vajra Shield away, the resistance was not only a hundred times greater, and the degree of the three sword rays rushing forward was not one in ten, so the realization could also be calmly avoided.

The energy of the sword was finally exhausted, and it disappeared into nothingness, and the shadow of the Vajra shield became more and more empty, and the vitality returned to nature.

Three other sword rays flashed in the air, one sword shot straight to Le's chest and abdomen, one sword slashed towards the monk's heavenly spirit cover from above, while the other one flashed behind him, slashing straight at the monk's back heart.

Attacking two strong enemies at the same time with one move, the three sword rays actually attacked the upper, front, and back directions of Monk Le respectively, Chen Jiannan is really a genius in swordsmanship, and his grasp of the position and degree of the appearance of the sword is very accurate, and he has reached the realm of being so wonderful.

Looking at the meaning of Chen Jiannan's move, attacking Wu only forced him to save himself, and the main target of the attack was Monk Le.

The three swords that attacked Monk Le were even sharper, their energy was much greater, and their degrees were several times faster.

Monk Lile was suddenly attacked, and if he couldn't resist it, any sword could kill him.

In a fit of rage, Liao Le shouted, and a yellow rune paper, a red cloth treasure bag, and a dragon candlestick crawling with copper green flew out of the monk's body.

There are Buddhist texts on the yellow rune paper flickering and flying, the Buddha is mighty, and the yellow light emitted on it rolls, and the sword that forced Monk Le's chest and abdomen was immediately dissolved into invisibility.

The red cloth treasure bag rushed straight into the sky, and a red light erupted from its opening, and it rolled up at the sword light that slashed at Monk Le's head from top to bottom, and the sword light that could split the three-inch thick steel plate was sucked into the seemingly vulnerable treasure bag.

The treasure bag only swelled, as if a toad had swallowed a crab of the same size.

The coiling dragon candlestick flew to the back of Monk Le, and the green dragon on the candlestick was about to fly out, and the sword light that had disappeared from flight had already been slashed on it.

With the loud sound of metal striking and sparks splashing, the coiling dragon candlestick hit Monk Le's back heavily.

Monk Lile's viscera rolled, and he opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of plasma.

The third rib on the monk's left back was broken, and all his internal organs were injured.