There were no fancy moves, the two of them were completely in hand-to-hand combat.

Yan Jiu was restricted by the cause and effect line and could not use magic tricks. He only relied on his current qi and blood power to shake Moduo.

Moduo took advantage of the accumulation of quantitative martial arts of eighteen substitutes and achieved a qualitative small change.

At this moment, Modu, the body is the strongest martial arts.

The two people collided wildly.

The energy was chaotic.

In the courtyard, it seemed to have turned into Shura hell.

"boom!"

After a collision, Yan Jiu retreated.

Moduo staggered for many steps in a row, retreating directly before eighteen substitutes before barely stopping.

"Boy, you are very strong, but it's a pity that today is on the territory of my Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism." Moduo said with a hideous look in his eyes, "Central Plains, if you have a young master like you, you must not stay. Today, let this place be your bone burial place."

Yan Jiu looked at Modu coldly, not wanting to talk nonsense at all.

The moment he fought with Modu, he already felt that with his current physical strength, he could kill Modu.

But, it's not easy.

But now, there is no choice.

"war."

Yan Jiu roared angrily, and the blood color on his body suddenly became rich.

He has raised his blood body to an extreme state.

At this moment, let alone a master like Modu who relies on martial arts to superimpose it. Even the real master is here, Yan Jiu also thinks he can kill him.

"You call yourself the Ninth Master, right? Today I will let you learn about the devil-removing array depicted by the Zen Tantra and the Arhat Fruit of the Three Arhats."

With Modo's words, stars suddenly lit up in three directions in the originally dark yard.

Three directions correspond to the three talents of heaven, earth, man and man.

Yan Jiu looked carefully and suddenly realized that the source of the little starlight was a skeleton.

There are three skeletons in three directions.

The so-called Arhat Fruit is when the master of Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism condenses his lifelong skills into the skull after he dies.

At this moment, the eighteen substitutes of Moduo were instantly straightened, with a ferocious look.

There are several substitutes with slightly weaker martial arts cultivation, and they are already bleeding.

Even so, the eighteen martial arts lines entangled in Modu have become more than twice as thick.

"roar."

Stimulated by the enhancement of martial arts, Modu also let out a roar that was not like a human.

There were crackling sounds in his body.

Every inch of joints is getting bigger and every muscle is increasing.

In an instant, Modo seemed to have been rejuvenated for a second time, and an inch of black grew on his originally bare head.

The wrinkles on his face also decreased a lot, as if he had become a middle-aged man in an instant.

"Master, this is the real power of a master. It can live dead people and flesh and bones." At this moment, Moduo had no more Yan Jiu in his eyes. He was feeling the realm of a master.

Normally, if a martial arts realm wants to cross the realm and touch the strength of a master, it requires continuous hard work and accumulation of years.

Like Modo, he felt the opportunity of the martial arts master's realm in the early stage of his transformation, which was simply a great fortune for a warrior.

This is also the reason why Moduo did not hesitate to fall into the realm of a master.

With his cultivation experience, the decline in martial arts is only temporary.

In a short period of time, he can return to his peak state.

The experience of the master's realm can allow him to reach the master's realm faster and more truly in the future.

This price is worth it.

"Are you enough?" Yan Jiu said, looking at Modo who had closed his eyes and realized it.

"call."

Moduo breathed a sigh of relief.

The embarrassment that was previously repelled by Yan Jiu has now been wiped out, and it is replaced by a kind of calmness.

"I can now open up mountains and crack the earth. You just want to die so much?" Moduo said to Yan Jiu.

“…”

Yan Jiu was speechless when he was confused about Modo.

"If you don't disturb me from understanding the state of a master, kneel down and swore to be a slave to me. I can let you go. How about it?" Modu looked at Yan Jiu with a burning look on his eyes, and his martial arts aura was arrogant and despicable.

"grass!"

Yan Jiu was really too lazy to talk nonsense with this old bald donkey.

He took a step forward with a bang, and the qi and blood on his body increased instantly.

Take another step, and the blood-colored area is even larger.

Yan Jiu took seven steps in a row, and his aura increased seven times in a row.

When the seventh step fell, Yan Jiu's aura was as good as Modo's aura at this time.

"Okay, okay. Let's fight you and me at the peak." Modo laughed arrogantly.

Just now, under the urging of three Arhat fruits, he directly entered the realm of a martial arts master.

In fact, it is also the most familiar state, and it is secretly accumulating energy.

As for what I said about letting Yan Jiu go for being a slave, it is just to delay time.

For Yan Jiu, he must kill him quickly.

Seeing that Yan Jiu was unmoved, Modu was not hiding.

He took a step and stepped in the air two feet above the ground.

Modu's hands instantly changed countless magic tricks, and finally, two ** were condensed on his hands.

Just like the rising sun, just like the dawn moon.

"This is the sun and moon wheel that the old monk has been comprehending for many years. Today, he has entered the realm of the master and can finally use one or two points. I will try it with you."

Modo said, slowly raising his hands, as if his hands were holding the sun and the moon.

The powerful aura came over instantly.

Yan Jiu gritted his teeth and fisted like his hands.

A strong aura spread out from his fists.

The blood color condensed into a huge edge outside his fist.

"Sky Hammer."

The third move of Guangyuan Changquan is the sky-shaking hammer.

This punch can be said to be the purest attacking and killing move among Guangyuan Changquan.

Yan Jiu, Modu.

Both of them collided with each other as they seemed extremely slow, but in fact they were already extremely fast.

Thriller.

The earth is trembling.

This tremor is centered on the courtyard and fluctuates towards the entire Guangning City.

"boom!"

The courtyard collapsed in a bang.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

A series of strong winds erupted violently from Yan Jiu and Moduo's fists.

Ping'er, behind the small flag, was safe and sound. It was just that the soul-squeezing flag was in the strong wind, making a sound.

"Kaku..."

The two of them confronted each other, and their fists intertwined, and there was a crackling sound.

Under the friction between two extremely strong forces, lightning flashed constantly, as if it was about to become lightning.

"Die!"
To be continued...