Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Faced with the fierce and endless attack of the Shaolin Arhat Formation,

The red figure of Dongfang Bubai moved.

The speed was as fast as a ghost.

It was hard to believe that there was such a body movement in the world.

The Demon-Seeking Sword was unsheathed again.

Only the shadow of the sword was seen, and the trajectory was difficult to trace.

The speed of Dongfang Bubai's move was incredible.

In this lightning moment, he actually made eleven swords.

He broke two waves of attacks from the Shaolin Arhat Formation in succession. ?

I don't know what material the sticks used by the Shaolin monks are made of.

The Demon-Seeking Sword could not be broken with one blow.

"Arhat!"

The head of the Dharma Academy shouted.

The head of the Arhat Hall and the two deputy heads made changes almost instinctively.

The staff method evolved from the Arhat Fist is exclusive to the Arhat Hall.

The two deputy chairmen used points to break the surface.

And the chief chairmen shouted and danced wildly.

The long staff smashed on the head.

But Dongfang Bubai pulled out the sword like lightning.

The sword body knocked away the shadow of the staff.

Also knocked the horizontally moving shadow of the staff into the rolling body of his companion.

With one sword.

Break the three staffs.

Also opened a small gap in the Arhat formation.

"Great Manjusri!"

The chief chairmen of the Dharma Academy shouted again.

He was referring to the Great Manjusri staff method.

Staffs and staffs are originally the same family.

Practicing to the extreme, there is almost no difference between "207".

Facing this powerful enemy that he had never seen in his life.

The three chief chairmen also used their strongest martial arts in their lives.

Dislocation.

Moving.

Fast sword.

Dongfang Bubai seemed to be at ease in his swing.

No matter how exquisite the martial arts were.

It would only be useful if he could hit the target.

Otherwise, everything would be over.

Fangzheng, Xinhu, and Xinmei observed intently.

They wanted to find the flaws in Dongfang Bubai's body and swordsmanship.

They never thought that Dongfang Bubai would still not make any mistakes even under the extreme restraint.

"That's all."

Dongfang Bubai suddenly spoke.

When Fangzheng and others shouted that it was not good.

Everyone felt that something seemed to flash before their eyes.

It seemed that Dongfang Bubai's body moved.

Then...

The Arhat Formation came to an abrupt end.

"Junior brother!"

"Head!"

"My eyes!"

Accompanied by a few cries of grief.

One head and two vice-heads fell to the ground.

An embroidery needle appeared between their eyebrows at the same time.

The heads of Yaowangyuan and Longshuyuan covered their eyes in pain.

And the three heads of Damoyuan, Luohantang and Prajnayuan all had an embroidery needle stuck in their chest robes.

The most important thing is.

Their actions were very unified:

Protecting the eyebrows and eyes.

"Your cassock is indeed special."

Dongfang Bubai smiled evilly.

Shaolin Temple has truly studied Dongfang Bubai's acupuncture.

They also passed on special cassocks that can resist flying needles.

Even so.

Three people still died.

Two people were disabled.

"My fellow disciples!"

"Change the formation! Just protect your head!"

The head of the Dharma Academy not only threw away the stick in his hand.

He moved forward directly.

He looked dignified.

As if he was going to sacrifice himself.

"Bronze Man Formation?"

"Your cassock does have a bit of the meaning of a bronze man."

Dongfang Bubai laughed.

Laughing at Shaolin's deliberate efforts, but in vain.

Laughing at the heroes of the world tearing off their own skins, it is always in vain.

"Not good!"

"Go!"

Master Fangzheng understood Dongfang Bubai's smile at this moment.

He had a murderous intention.

The real killing is about to begin.

The cassock full of true energy whistled over.

For a moment, the brilliance that covered the scorching sun also blocked Dongfang Bubai's vision.

At the same time.

The big Vajra pestle also whistled over from the left.

This unique skill that Prajna Hall specializes in has been practiced to the sixth level for many years.

Hundreds of years ago.

A Shaolin monk used this unique skill to resist the dozens of unique skills that an old devil with the surname [Murong] used to conceal his identity.

Although this Shaolin monk eventually died tragically under the opponent's [Dou Zhuan Xing Yi] that he had practiced for decades.

But the horror of the Great Vajra Pestle can be seen.

On the other side.

The Prajna Palm of the head of the Prajna Hall came fiercely.

Prajna Palm.

One of the most exquisite palm techniques of Shaolin.

This palm technique combines softness and hardness, static and dynamic, and adjusts breathing, internal strength, and limbs to the mysterious realm of Buddha.

The ultimate master can reach the mysterious realm of unity of body and mind, and both inside and outside are transparent.

Therefore, this palm technique is extremely difficult. Even if you progress step by step, even if you have excellent qualifications, it will take thirty or forty years of hard work.

For a while.

Dongfang Bubai faced the three great Shaolin skills.

There are also ten monks in profile behind.

The offensive is endless.

The killing moves are endless.

Even with Dongfang Bubai's strength, he can't slow down in a short time.

But...

The red figure in the field is getting faster and faster.

It seems to have become a ball of red shadow, moving back and forth.

Suddenly.

In front of him are three unique skills.

Behind him are three stick techniques: Arhat stick technique, demon-subduing Zen stick, and Pumen stick technique.

And the killing moves of the six people are all bursting at his vital points.

There is a kind of brutality that will not stop until death.

Dongfang Bubai's "beautiful eyes" burst out with rare cruelty.

Black light shines.

This is notThe composition of many swords before.

Only one sword.

Only brilliance.

The black light swallowed up the space of heaven and earth.

In an instant, it swallowed up all the power in front of it.

Then the red light shuttled.

Through the palm shadows of the mountains and ridges. (To read the exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

Passing through the dense and heavy stick shadows.

Finally.

The scene was silent for the second time.

The four masters of Xinmei, Xinzhu, Xindeng and Xinchong came out together.

The 108 Arhats also rushed out collectively. []

Dongfang Bubai did not leave.

He did not even move.

Just looked at the Shaolin who swarmed in front of him and were almost crazy.

The eighteen monks before him could not touch his clothes at all.

The four people in front of us can't do it.

The so-called 108 Arhats are even more like chickens and pottery dogs.

But Dongfang Bubai has a detached mentality and is indifferent to the net.

The heroes on the square are another matter.

"Shameless."

"Despicable."

Although the Demon Sect took advantage of this challenge to kill the larger sects halfway.

But Dongfang Bubai broke the formation and killed people openly throughout the whole process, without using any dirty means.

Even in the mountain climbing challenge.

He also broke the formation, crushed and killed people openly all the way.

On the other hand, Shaolin.

And even most of the righteous side.

Almost write shamelessness and ugliness on their faces.

Light and darkness.

Justice and evil.

Today, everything is reversed.

Even Hengshan and Taishan, who had a grudge against the Demon Sect, were too ashamed to watch.

"Stop!"

Master Fangzheng stood out from the crowd.

Roaring like a lion...

Stopped the rioting 108 Arhats.

"I am Fangzheng..."

"Please teach me!"

Master Fangzheng did not hesitate.

Walked slowly to Dongfang Bubai.

Although he was short, thin, and gentle.

He looked weak and could be bullied.

But whoever dared to look down on him would pay a terrible price.

There was no prelude.

No need for any language embellishment.

The Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm was slapped out like this.

One palm was seven or eight palms.

After a few strikes, there were already heavy palm shadows.

Quicker?

Dongfang Bubai has never been afraid of anyone.

Because his sword is faster.

Almost every time a palm shadow appears, a sword light follows.

Fang Zheng's Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm seems to have met its nemesis.

It can't be effective at all.

Finally.

Thousand hands become one.

Transformed into Tathagata.

The huge palm came crashing down.

As if Dongfang Bubai had a telepathic connection, his hundreds of swords also became one, turning into a black meteor and crashing over.

The Buddha Palm and the black meteor collided with each other.

In an instant.

The two powerful forces that dominated the world created a ripple of unity.

Rippling out in all directions.

Under this force, all objects were torn apart.

The purple stick left by the eighteen monks in the Shaolin Arhat Formation.

It was in the center.

As a result, the stick that could block the edge of the Demon-Seeking Sword.

Under this terrifying force, all were torn into countless tiny wood chips.

Roar!

Vajra Zen Lion Roar!

One of the supreme internal skills of the Shaolin School.

Unexpectedly.

Another domineering and unparalleled.

As if the Ming King had descended to the world.

Dongfang Bubai could not have anticipated this move.

He could only condense his energy to block it.

But the whole person still slid out in the terrifying sound waves.

The sleeves on both arms were shattered.

The pair of snow-white arms as delicate as newly born lotus roots were revealed.

"Interesting."

"You Shaolin is really surprising."

Dongfang Bubai was only amazed.

No surprise.

Because his face was already pale at this time.

It was obvious that he had suffered a lot of internal force shock.

The Thousand Hands 2.3 Tathagata Palm exchanged for his most proud speed.

The fifth-level peak Yijinjing consumed his remaining little true energy.

But these can only guarantee Fangzheng's invincibility.

What is amazing is the subsequent Thousand Hands Return to Oneness and Tathagata Reappearance.

And the final Vajra Zen Lion's Roar.

It was even more unexpected.

It put him in a state of serious injury.

"Amitabha!"

"I lost."

Master Fang Zheng did not show off.

He took out three embroidery needles from his chest, neck and arms.

Pain in the chest.

Stagnation of blood in the neck.

Loss of feeling in the arms.

All of them deprived him of the qualification to continue fighting.

If he had not used his arm to protect his forehead just now.

He would have become a warm corpse now.

"Brother?"

Several monks of the Xin generation came closer.

They looked at Dongfang Bubai with extremely cold eyes.

As long as Fang Zheng gave an order.

They.

Including the oldest and most senior Master Xinhu.

All of them would take action.

Completely keep Dongfang Bubai.

Not only them.

The 108 Arhats walking around are also ready to make a move.

They can form a 108 Arhat formation at any time.

Let Dongfang Bubai be eliminated forever. .