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www.xSHUOTXT.Com no one knew that the true qi in the body of the Xiaoyaosan people at this time had also been stirred a lot. Although there were no internal injuries, there was a slight sense of indigestion. If you try to fight hard, you can easily get hurt. He stood silently in place, and his internal strength completely suppressed this discordant aura.

"Sanren's internal strength is so powerful, breaking through the clutches of my Buddha's fate sect and shadowless legs, the poor monks admire. The poor monk was also accidentally injured by Your Excellency for a while, why don't we go through a few more moves and completely divide the winner and loser?" said in a somewhat unwilling muffled voice, and his evil face showed a very unwilling sè.

The people present were shocked, and in the blow just now, it was obvious that the loose people had the upper hand. So how the gray-faced old monk and the evil warrior monk will reverse the decline will become the focus of everyone's attention.

What they were interested in was why the two monks would challenge the person in front of them again, could it be that they had any more powerful martial arts that had not yet been used, and they were all excited, as if they were three points more excited than their own battles.

"Since Master Xuanming is so Yaxing, Gu can only accompany him to the end! The carefree people laughed wildly, let go of the hands that were still clenched, and looked up at the sky with their hands behind their backs.

Now the people of the major factions no longer talk about whether the Xiaoyao people are arrogant or not, because the strength has been proven. He has crazy capital, he is very powerful, so powerful that he can pinch them to death like ants, and even several heads of the people present have this feeling.

However, at this time, they were thinking more about how the battle would evolve in front of them. The appearance of the Xiaoyao Sanren is simply a one-sided situation that overwhelms xìng, and under the joint attack of the two masters of the Buddha Yuan Sect, it still looks like he is at ease, so how the two monks will deal with it next has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Just as the onlookers were slandering, the gray-faced old monk made a gesture with one hand, and a string of dark gray rosaries slid out of the old monk's cuffs and was firmly grasped by him. Counting them carefully, there were one hundred and eight beads in a string, and the gray light was shining.

At the same time, the Evil Qi Warrior Monk also reached into his arms, took out a black and shining dark iron wooden fish, held it up with his left hand and placed it on his chest, and placed his right hand across his chest.

The carefree people raised their eyes and looked at the gray-faced old monk and the evil warrior monk doing this, chuckling silently, looking like something was great.

Suddenly, the head of the Xiaoyao Sanren tilted and glanced at Ji Wuwu. At this time, Ji Wuwu did not react, and still had an indifferent expression.

The loose man turned around and reached out and pressed his waist down.

A slender white soft sword flew out, spun in the void, and quickly folded back and flew into the hands of the carefree people.

From the very beginning, Xiaoyaosanren never had the intention of using a blade, and he even felt that he could take down the other party lightly without using a weapon. However, after a few moves, he also had a bit of a solemn meaning about the martial arts of the Buddha Yuan School, so when he saw that the other party took out his blade, he faintly felt that he couldn't do it empty-handed.

Everyone present stared, for fear of missing every detail of the battle, and thought that they would really have to move in earnest.

The two monks of Xiaoyaosan and Buddha Yuan fell into silence after showing their respective blades, and it seemed that neither of them had the intention of making the first move, so the two sides fell into a dull confrontation.

In the eyes of the low-ranking disciples, this confrontation was simply incomprehensible and dull, and they preferred to see the colorful battles of jīng. However, they couldn't imagine the strong murderous intent contained in this, this qiē fell into the eyes of the heads of various factions is so dangerous, and only a true master can understand the mystery.

Suddenly a light breeze blew, and the earth was lightly lifted.

The gray-faced old monk moved, and the evil warrior monk did not make any movement and waited quietly for something.

The white soft sword in Xiaoyaosanren's hand buzzed out, but there was no sign of any action from Xiaoyaosanren, as if a change outside his body had nothing to do with him, and he completely fell into the empty world in his heart.

The gray-faced old monk threw the rosary in his hand into the air. When the long string of rosaries flew into the air, the gray-faced old monk's hands quickly struck out two yellow rays of light to meet the falling rosary.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the strings of rosaries broke instantly, and more than a hundred dark gray rosaries scattered in mid-air, but they floated in the air under the light support of the yellow sè.

The gray-faced old monk kept waving his palm and struck at the rosary floating in the air, and the rosary began to disperse in a strange pattern after the continuous influx of palm power.

It didn't take long for the rosary beads in the sky to spread out into the void, evenly covering a large area of space above the battle circle. At this time, the originally dark gray rosary was slightly tinged with a pale yellow sè, and the sky was full of colors.

Everyone present was amazed by the amazing momentum of the rosary. In addition to the amazement, some people are even worried about the loose person, worried about whether he can safely accept this strange Buddha fate trick, and no one wants to see a competition without suspense. When it is impossible to see through a thing, it becomes more mysterious or more colorful, people's interest will be stimulated like never before.

The carefree man slowly raised his head and looked at the magnificent rosary, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was only a little bit.

When I saw the empty eyes of the people in the free air, no one could calm down, and a tense atmosphere permeated the land. No one knew what he was thinking, and they didn't even want to guess, because it would be in vain, and in the next moment all the answers would be engraved into the battle.

The gray-faced old monk stopped his palm like a meteor catching the moon. He took a deep breath and turned his palm into a point pointing at a rosary at the edge of the large net of prayer beads, and a stream of yellow-orange-orange true qi popped out of his fingertips. True Qi flew upward, and finally disappeared into the rosary.

It didn't take long for a pale gold glow from the rosary to flash wildly. Immediately afterward, the second rosary next to it seemed to be replenished by golden light, and it also emitted an equally brilliant golden glow. Then the third one lit up, and the fourth ...... The brilliant and colorful golden light spreads rapidly.

After half a cup of tea, the rosary net in mid-air was completely covered with a dazzling golden light, and the thorns made people dare not look directly.

The gray-faced old monk raised his hands and pressed down in a gesture. The golden net slowly descended as if it were psychic, and in the blink of an eye, it completely detained the loose people under it.

The gray-faced old monk was sweating profusely, and this was already the limit of what he could do. He gasped for breath, his true power was already overdepleted, but he didn't dare to reduce the force of this downward pressure even a bit.

At the same time that the golden net completely covered the loose people, the evil warrior monk also took action. He threw the Xuantie wooden fish into the sky above the golden net, and quickly slapped a palm, and a sharp yellow palm wind rushed towards the wooden fish flying in mid-air.

Huang Sè Guanglang submerged in the dark iron wooden fish, and the wooden fish was also restrained by some kind of force, and stopped flying directly above the golden net, as if it was integrated with the golden net.

This kind of seemingly unparalleled martial arts consumes great internal strength. For the two monks, at this time, it is not a question of whether the internal force can support for how long, all they have to do is to win this duel as much as possible, because it is unknown what will happen to both sides in the next game, and only by winning can they ensure victory.

A sense of mission related to the safety of martial arts eroded their consciousness, and since ancient times, there have been a few heroes who have escaped fame and fortune.

When the wooden fish floated accurately above the golden net, the right hand of the evil qi warrior monk kept bending its fingers and popping out.

The dark iron wooden fish with a jet-black luster made a continuous wooden fish sound under this series of bullets. Waves of sound rushed into the golden net, seemingly filling every space inside.

People outside the arena also covered their ears one after another, and they all had a sense of trance under the aftermath. Even this could not change their desire to sort out the battle situation, and they still watched intently at the golden net covering the loose people and the dark iron wooden fish on the golden net.

"Dementor Demon Sound! There are even people who are on the right path to learn this kind of evil skill from the side of the door!" Ji Wuwu looked at the gray-faced old monk who was struggling to control the golden net and the evil warrior monk who was playing the dark iron wooden fish, and pouted.