The battle between the soul of the tiger demon and the dragon-subduing Arhat was very fierce, but it was very obvious that the soul of the tiger demon was still a little timid and the immortal aura on the dragon-subduing Arhat was obviously at a disadvantage. Despite this, the dragon-subduing Arhat was also suppressed.

A murderous aura flashed in the eyes of Eagle Hook Nose, and he took out a sword from behind. Without saying a word, he rushed towards Master Lefan directly. The masked old Taoist was also very angry. Only then did he realize that he was tricked by this crazy monk and wanted to kill Master Lefan immediately. He pulled out the whisk on his waist and rushed towards Master Lefan with Eagle Hook Nose.

At this time, Master Huikong and others also saw some clues, woke up from the shock just now, got up from the ground, held various magic weapons in their hands, and rushed towards them together.

A bloody fight was inevitable. Master Lefan glanced at the remnant thought of the Dragon Subduing Arhat he invited, and then waved his palms to face the two of them. This time it seemed that it would be impossible not to fight desperately. For the sake of the monks of Dakong Temple, even if he fought for this life, he would have to repel them. If he wanted to kill them, even if Master Lefan had such amazing cultivation, he would have no confidence at all.

In the blink of an eye, the Eagle-Hooked Nose waved the sword in front of Master Lefan, waved the sword in his hand into a white and miserable sword shadow, covering Master Lefan's body, and in an instant, he could cut out seven or eight swords in a row. The speed was too fast, and the naked eye could not distinguish the trajectory of the blade. Moreover, each sword was slashing towards Master Lefan's vital point, just to take his life as soon as possible.

Then, the masked old Taoist also arrived with the whisk and wanted to join the battle with the hooked nose, but was intercepted by Master Huikong and others, and then he immediately fought with him.

This masked old Taoist had fought with Master Huikong and others in Black Wind Ridge and was seriously injured by the two thousand-year-old bats of the white-haired old man. It has only been less than a month. Although he is now looking alive, he is still injured and cannot speak the same way as when he was in the prime of Black Wind Ridge that day.

Master Huikong Huicong Huiming and others, plus the little monk Zenxin, all had a good cultivation level. In addition, the other monks in the temple rushed forward, and the masked old Taoist could not withstand it. In just a few rounds, Master Huikong was kicked to the ground.

The masked old Taoist turned over and then took out the evil ghost trick. When he made a gesture of chanting the mantra, he waved the black mist and the yin energy were surging. He released the evil souls of Qingxu Demon Dao and Weng Chai again. There were two or three more indifferent souls, and they trembled with the monks in Dakong Temple again.

In a moment, there were shouts of killing in Dakong Temple, and swords and shadows formed a group, and a bloody storm was staged in this Buddhist place of cultivation.

After the masked old Taoist released these evil souls, he and himself could barely compete with all the monks who lived in the Dakong Temple.
Chapter completed!