Chapter 899

The dragon shaped sword Qi has reached the night devil's forehead, and the sun breaking arrow comes out of the string and hits the dragon shaped sword.

Roar!

The Dragon sent out a roar, his forehead was hit by an arrow, and it exploded. Ning fan's body swayed, but he didn't retreat.

"Go to hell!" The night devil roared, but didn't find that the nameless sword had disappeared from Ning fan's hand.

Ning fan brought up a smile in the corner of his mouth, which was full of too much meaning. There was no fear, but the fighting spirit of fighting with death.

"Go to hell, too!" Ning fan roared.

When the arrow came to Ning fan, Ning fan quickly retreated. However, the arrow was faster and fiercer, which made it impossible for him to retreat.

Night devil in Ning fan's cry, suddenly aware of something bad, in the heart rose an unknown premonition.

"Where's the nameless sword?"

He finally realized the key, and the nameless sword disappeared from Ning fan's hands.

He was shocked in his heart. He blocked Houyi's bow with his backhand and protected the key of his vest.

Just at this time, the nameless sword appeared and appeared behind the night devil without warning.

This is the real dragon shaped chopping. The dragon shaped chopping is in the front, but it's only a virtual move. The real real real move and killing move are in the back. After the enemy has taken off the guard, Ning fan has achieved this through his superb sword skills.

Sword!

This is what Ning fan realized after learning the "nameless mind method" systematically. He can let the nameless sword fly according to his own mind, so as to achieve the unexpected effect.

Ning fan tried his hand for the first time, then perfectly practiced this point and cheated the night devil's eyes.

The night devil's defense means are also like thunder, however, just because of this hesitation, he fell into a passive situation.

Dang!

The tip of the nameless sword stabbed Houyi's bow precisely, and the huge anti shock force tilted out, so the night devil was inevitably driven to stagger forward.

Bang!

He fell a piece of shit!

This is unprecedented for the night demon in the congenital realm. Anyway, Ding Yuan was speechless when he looked at the scene, and he had no other thoughts except for his fright.

The night devil widened his eyes and looked at the ground in disbelief.

Anger!

Apart from this word, there is no other word to describe his mood at the moment.

shame!

This is absolutely a naked shame, a shame that people can't forget!

After the blow of the nameless sword, all its strength was focused on Hou Yi's bow, and then it landed lightly on the ground in front of the night devil. It had completed its mission.

Looking at this scene, Ning fan's mouth is filled with bitterness. Although his sword of Epiphany is a magic stroke, it is still difficult to take his life in the face of such a person as the night devil.

Maybe that's the will of God!

Ning fan knows that he has done his best. Although he failed, he has no regrets.

He has no way to retreat. The sun breaking arrow is shooting at his forehead and heart. As long as he advances inch further, his brain will be pierced by this arrow!

"My life is over!"

Zheng!

All of a sudden, the attack of the arrow stopped abruptly and stopped steadily in mid air, but a golden light appeared between Ning fan and the arrow.

No, it's not a golden light. It's a Zen stick with golden light.

In the face of this glittering Zen stick, the crazy murderous spirit of the sun breaking arrow wantonly catharsis, pushing the Zen stick back for a few minutes, and Ning fan takes the opportunity to quickly flash to the right.

He finally saw clearly the situation in front of him. He saw a man holding a Zen stick and blocking the arrow.

This is a monk in his forties. He has a pretty face and looks more like a scholar. He has twelve ring scars on his shining head. He is wearing a yellow cassock and holding a Zen staff. A sense of dignity arises spontaneously.

But what makes Ning fan more frightened is the other side's hand. The other side's face is always as calm as water, so he lightly worships the Zen staff, and then makes the attack of the sun breaking arrow unable to move forward.

Buzz!

The arrow trembled violently, and with a sharp roar, all the accumulated murderous Qi burst out and flew out by rubbing the edge of the Zen stick.

Boom!

Another thick wall is in ruins.

The night devil had already stood up, but his eyes moved from Ning fan to the monk who suddenly appeared.

Because from then on, he felt the breath of the same realm.

Innate state!

This monk is also a congenital state!

When the night devil got the answer, Ning fan also deduced it. Just imagine that the person who can take the arrow is not a natural state, and how can he have this ability?

Ouyang Yi's remaining trace made him turn around and stare at the monk with a smile: "Zen wind, you're back at last."

Zen style, this monk is the Zen style of Keqing in Hongmen. He is a real master of the innate realm.

Zen wind hands together, "Amitabha, sect master, I came back late." He has seen that Ouyang's life has been cut off.

"Take back the arrow that broke the sun." Ouyang Yi didn't say much, but simply and accurately conveyed his wish.

"Yes, sir." Zen wind glanced at Ning fan.

Ning fan's heart moved. He didn't know Zen style, nor had he heard of him. However, seeing that he was a master of Hongmen, he knew that he had gone from the gate of hell this time, and finally saved himself from danger.

Chan Feng's eyes did not stay on Ning fan, but focused on the night devil. He said slowly, "benefactor, killing evil is very serious. Looking back, it's the end."

The night devil has long guessed that there must be some experts in Hongmen, but he didn't meet them this time. He was also secretly glad, but he didn't want that at the last moment, the other side appeared, and it was in such a form that the attack of the sun breaking arrow collapsed.

The night demon stared at the Zen wind and said, "looking back is the end? Hum, smelly monk, who are you

"The Zen style of poor monk is the guest Qing of Hongmen. The benefactor said that I am a smelly monk. No, I am not smelly. It's really that the heart of the benefactor is smelly, so it's smelly to look at others. " Zen wind hands together, slow, like breeze said.

His words are like a trickle. Although they are ordinary words, they make people feel peaceful.

"Make a fuss." The night devil hummed coldly, "I don't like monks most. I use sweet words to deceive the world“

"No, benefactor. Although I'm a monk, I don't want to help others, I just want to help myself. "

"Oh, since you don't help others, why do you come here to meddle in your own business? You'd better go back to your deep mountain to recite scriptures and spend more time on yourself." The night devil didn't act rashly, because he knew his situation too well. In the face of this mysterious monk, he had to plan before he moved.

Chan Feng shook his head gently. "I have already passed the period of chanting Buddhist scriptures. All Buddhist dharmas are in one reading. In daily practice, I don't want to stick to the rules."

"Are you still a monk? You should go back to the mountains and continue to study, or you will lose your Buddha's face. " The night devil excites each other with words, hoping to let the other go.