With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeves, nine Purple Thunder Star Shields were superimposed on each other and blocked in front of him.

"Ding ding ding~"

All nine golden flying knives were knocked away, and Xiao Lin looked at Monk Fayuan with a bit of coldness. The ancient Buddhist Tianzong of the West, the killings he committed were not inferior to those of the immortals, but he always claimed to save the world.

Crossing people is actually just to gather the power of faith and improve one's own cultivation.

Upon thinking of this, Xiao Lin stretched out one hand, and the Qingluan Ice Sword that merged into one shot directly into his palm. Xiao Lin's body swayed slightly and disappeared without a trace.

Monk Fayuan's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he was very surprised. This man actually returned to consciousness in such a short period of time under the spell of the great Brahma Buddha's sound, which was really beyond his expectation.

This man's mind is as firm as a rock.

Seeing Xiao Lin's figure disappear, Monk Fayuan once again gathered his six-armed body to try to block Xiao Lin's attack.

Several feet above the sky, the long black sword appeared in a flash, turned into a shocking sword light, and fell towards Monk Fayuan head-on.

Monk Fayuan had no trouble in his heart. This immortal magic weapon integrated into one was astonishingly powerful, but trying to break his six-armed body was nothing more than a dream. He recited the magic formula, and slowly raised his six golden arms.

A faint golden light shield opened up and stretched over his head.

Just as he finished all this, the black sword light slashed down.

As soon as Monk Fayuan came into contact with the ink sword light, he felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of ​​consciousness, and his consciousness immediately became blurred.

This surprise is no small matter. He has practiced for hundreds of years and naturally knows that this is a spiritual attack that can only be controlled by Buddhist cultivators at the peak of Prajna. The Ananda Palm within the sect is a fusion of Buddhist power and spiritual thoughts.

A technique of double attack.

Although Monk Fayuan was shocked, he did not mess up his stitches and hurriedly used his spiritual thoughts to resist.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, dense cracks appeared in his five internal organs, and even his meridians were penetrated by this huge force.

"Pfft~~"

Monk Fayuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew up into the air, hitting the light barrier of the arena hard. The force of the light barrier's backlash suddenly made him see stars, and his consciousness became increasingly confused.

"Physical training?"

"Physical Refiner?"

"Junior brother Xiao is actually a practitioner of both law and body?"

Everyone below clearly saw the scene just now. When Monk Fayuan struggled to resist the blow of the ink-colored sword, Xiao Lin's figure suddenly appeared next to Monk Fayuan, less than three feet away.

A golden halo shone all over his body, and fine golden scales appeared on his exposed skin. He punched Monk Fayuan in the chest.
Chapter completed!