A few days ago, Descending Dragon and Fu Hu saw Ning Wujian and Sun Wukong fighting fiercely, and they felt that this was a strong opponent, and they already attached great importance to Ning Wuji.

That's why the two joined forces, but they didn't expect to underestimate Ning Wuji, compared with Ning Wuji's martial arts, the endless divine channel methods are more difficult.

"Eighteen Rods of Dragon Descending!"

"Thirty-six sticks of the tiger!"

The dragon descending Arhat is two meters tall, with a square head and big ears, the dragon descending Zen staff has the power of opening mountains and splitting stones, and the Fuhu Arhat is wearing monk's clothes, bulging up, and his body is burly.

The vast Buddha light surged on the two of them, as bright as the light, and the golden light was shining, just like the golden armor god, and the majestic, boundless, boundless, and heavy aura rushed to Ning Wuji.

The eighteen Arhats have always been proficient in the method of joint attack, they have the same mind as each other, and the amount of power is similar, and now the dragon and the tiger Arhat have joined forces, and the superposition of the amount of power is not one or two, with the strength of the two of them being the peak of the Ruyi True Immortal, under the joint force, even the Yuanyang Heavenly Immortal also has the power to fight.

"Kill!"

The golden Zen staff, the huge stick shadow, brought up a fierce wind, the surging force shook the surrounding demon soldiers and heavenly generals, the frenzied wind was stirred, the sky clouds were shattered, and the more careless demon soldiers were swept by the Zen staff, and the violent body died.

"Broken!"

Ning Wuqian looked at the menacing Dragon Descending Dragon and Fuhu Arhat, his expression was solemn, and he stepped forward, his purple hair danced wildly, the black Broken Halberd was murderous, and the magic light swept away, faintly swept towards the Descending Dragon and the Tiger Arhat silently by the murderous aura mixed with the Broken Halberd Evil Aura.

There was no sharp breath, no sound came out, but there was a heart-palpitating glow, and the breath of death was exuding.

At this moment, Ning Wujian felt a new realm, a realm that seemed to see through all flaws.

This is the most perfect killing move of Ning Wujian after several battles with Sun Wukong, compared with Sun Wukong's fierce battle that oppresses you without the power to resist. Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger Arhat seem to be imposing, but they lack an indomitable courage.

There was no earth-shattering collision, and the pitch-black halberd swept between the Zen staff and golden sticks dropped by the descending dragon and the Fuhu Arhats, breaking through the golden light, cutting open, and slashing towards the necks of the two Arhats with the breath of death.

"How is that possible?"

The dragon and the tiger were shocked, but their reaction was not slow, and a golden divine bell appeared on their bodies at the same time. Protecting his body, he only heard a sound, and the two Arhats flew upside down at the same time, and the golden bell light cracked the slightest fine lines, and the two Arhats coughed up blood.

"Kill!"

Ning Wuji's eyes were cold, the halberd just now contained his full strength, as well as the boundless evil qi remaining in the broken halberd. In order to take it by surprise and break through the defenses of the two Arhats, at this time, it is even more necessary to take advantage of the victory to pursue. The two Arhats can't be given time to react.

Moreover, if he defeats the two Arhats first, it will also improve the momentum of the Demon Alliance, not all demon kings are powerful. Many demon kings are one against two, almost falling behind, and they have one more combat power. For the Demon Alliance, it has extraordinary significance.

The broken halberd chased after him, and the two Arhats of the dragon and the tiger suffered a dark loss just now, and the broken halberd contained evil energy, breaking through the defense of the golden bell, rushing into their bodies, wreaking havoc, at this time, Ning Wujian rushed up, and waved down one halberd after another, each halberd was boundless power, bringing up a magic light.

Under this kind of crazy attack, even if the two Arhats have a body of martial arts, they are forced to only passively fight back, and the broken halberd is too weird, not only is the power boundless, each blow is like a mountain pressed down, and it falls on the weapon, and it can also pollute the Buddha's energy, and the slightest evil qi is entangled, which actually makes their Buddha's power run and stagnate.

Dangdangdang......

Ning Wufeng was like a god and demon, brave and invincible, the broken halberd smashed down again, only to hear a click, and the huge golden bell full of cracks outside the body of the Dragon Descending Arhat shook violently, and finally shattered.

"It's not good, let's go!"

Fuhu Arhat's heart jumped, Fuhu Rod swept, blocking Ning Wuji, the dragon Arhat Golden Bell was broken, his heart was traumatized, he kept coughing up blood, and the Zen staff was dragged, and he flew towards the clouds.

"Where to go!"

The Golden Bell of the Dragon Descending Arhat was smashed, Ning Wujian would not let go of this opportunity, a halberd blocked the Fu Hu stick, and a blazing white thunder light swept away from the palm of his palm, and blasted straight towards the back of the Dragon Descending Arhat, the thunder light was thick, like a divine python, and the heavenly soldiers along the way were shattered.

"Bodhisattva, save me!" When he turned around and saw the white thunder and lightning, the dragon descending Arhat was so frightened that his soul was frightened.

"Hmm? Nine Heavens God Thunder, isn't it only the people of the Thunder Department who can master it?"

Jiuxiao Divine Thunder is known as the thunder of heavenly punishment, containing boundless righteousness, is a symbol of heavenly punishment, Fuxian Bodhisattva waved his hand, a Buddha light fell from the sky, forming a Buddha light barrier, blocking the white thunder python.

Bang......

The blazing white thunder exploded, the thunder and lightning danced wildly, the Buddha light barrier was blown open, and the surrounding demon soldiers and heavenly soldiers were affected, and the thunder and lightning slashed through, and immediately turned into flying ashes.

The Dragon Descending Arhat breathed a sigh of relief, although the Buddha Light Barrier was shattered, he also took this opportunity to escape, but when he thought of the head of the eighteen Arhats, he was forced to flee in all directions, and he felt a sigh of depression in his heart.

"You can't escape!" Sen Leng's voice came out from the thunder light, and Ning Wuji, who was dressed in pitch black armor, held the broken halberd, and walked from the white thunder, and the broken halberd was stained with blood.

The pupils of the Dragon Descending Arhat shrank sharply, he thought of something, and looked behind Ning Wujian, a headless corpse was falling down, and his eyes were instantly red, "Fu Hu!"

The two Arhats joined forces, but they couldn't stop Ning Wujian, not to mention that only the Fuhu Arhat was left, the three bodhisattvas only paid attention to the escaped Dragon Descending Arhat, but ignored the same precarious Fuhu Arhat, at the moment when the thunder exploded, Ning Wuqian exhausted his means, smashed the golden bell of the Fuhu Arhat, cut off his head with a halberd, and the soul fell into reincarnation.

"You actually killed Fu Hu, damn it, kill!" the dragon descending Arhat roared, the Buddha light all over his body became more intense, and a Buddha appeared behind him, and his big hand pressed towards Ning Wuxian.

"Wrong, it was you who killed Fuhu, if you didn't escape, neither of you would die, but unfortunately, you escaped, so you killed Fuhu Arhat!"

Ning Wuqian shouted loudly, and when he heard this, a look of remorse flashed in the blood-red eyes of the Dragon Descending Arhat, and the Buddha's hand that was pressed down stagnated slightly, but he recovered in an instant, "Obviously you killed him, go and die!"

"It's late!"

Ning Wuqian laughed, above his left hand, a ball of silver light jumped, like a fifteenth rising moon, suddenly jumped into the sky, under the full moon, a silver giant wolf appeared, swallowing the silver moon, and as if holding the silver moon, running towards the Buddha's hand. (To be continued......)