My brother is so cunning.

Hui Xing Luohan was extremely anxious. He felt like a rabbit being stared at by an eagle.

Although Zi Yang Zhenren was defeated by Li Mo Xian everywhere, he was actually at the top of the pyramid among the immortals of the same level.

Since the fight, he had not been hit by Hui Xing Luohan once, but the Purple Lightning Flying Sword had left countless sword marks on Hui Xing.

If the opponent was not a Western monk who was good at defense, the battle would have ended long ago and he would have been beheaded by him with one sword.

It was a pity that Zi Yang Zhenren's flying sword was not a treasure. It was slightly less sharp. The sword light pierced the body of the diamond and only left a shallow scar.

Although Hui Xing had been passively beaten, he did not suffer any fatal injuries. In this way, one chase and one escape could delay for a long time.

Hui Xing, who was running quickly, saw a silver-armored general appearing out of thin air in front of him, just blocking his way.

The running speed was too fast, and there was no time to turn and avoid. Hui Xing made up his mind, clasped his hands tightly and pushed forward with force, smashing with the Aquarius Seal.

The silver-armored general threw a punch, but it was just an ordinary punch, without any trace of true essence, spiritual energy, or immortal power.

The phantom of the golden bottle condensed by the treasure bottle seal gushed out a strong impact energy from the bottle mouth. The energy ball collided with the fist, just like a balloon being punctured by a needle, and it exploded.

The aftermath hit the general's silver armor, and the power was still overbearing and unmatched. The silver armor shattered inch by inch, and the shattered like sand and dust flew.

The general whose upper body armor and helmet were shattered revealed his true face. Huixing recognized it at a glance. It was Wen Rui who had been fighting against Dingguang Xianzong.

"Ha, happy Bodhisattva bless you, you dare to come to my door to seek death." Huixing was delighted and shouted: "I will send you, the demon who destroys Buddha, to hell!"

The hands clasped together were clenched, and Huixing's double fists collided head-on with Wen Rui's single fist. As soon as the fists touched, Huixing immediately realized that something was wrong.

It's too hard!

Huixing already has a diamond body. Although he has not reached the fourth fruit of the Arhat, he is almost indestructible. He can resist the flying sword of the fairy treasure.

But Wenrui's fist is harder than the diamond body.

With the blessing of the divine foot, Huixing runs as fast as the Flash. When he runs, others see only a shadow, but when the fists collide, the shadow disappears in an instant.

At that moment, it seemed as if time stopped. The two kept the action of fisting motionless, but the next moment Huixing screamed and fell backwards at the same speed.

His hands, which were shining with golden light and crystal like jade, were covered with fine cracks after the collision, and countless diamond sand fragments were broken.

Wenrui stood there without moving.

Under the gravity anchor, Wenrui was like a nail nailed to the center of the gravity well that could cause space collapse. Millions of tons of impact force could not shake him at all.

The vibranium atomic structure subcutaneous fiber network woven by the golden hoop can reflect all the impact force.

Huixing was like a ping-pong ball hitting a shot put. The faster it rushed over, the faster it bounced back.

The purple light flashed and disappeared. Wen Rui consumed the Hunyuan Qi in his artificial Dantian, woven a talisman of the Great Shrinking Earth in his hand, and appeared on Huixing's retreating path inadvertently.

This time he pointed a finger at Huixing's back who was rushing towards him.

A silk thread protruded from the tip of the finger, and the silk thread woven into a cone-shaped spike. The tip of the spike was the super-microscopic probe at the end of the golden hoop that was infinitely thinned.

It was a very simple physical principle. The thinner the needle tip, the greater the force, the greater the pressure per unit area, and the easier it was to pierce the surface of a solid material.

He raised his other hand, and countless nano units gathered in his hand to form a tractor beam launcher.

The tractor beam shone on Huixing, and under the huge gravity, the speed at which he flew towards Wenrui increased several times.

Wenrui's control of the cyber body was still a little awkward, so he could only get beaten when he fought with Huixing.

Huixing's running speed was incredibly fast. With the help of Jarvis, Wen Rui was able to capture his trajectory, but his body's mobility was far behind.

In order to keep up with his speed, he had to use the great ability of shrinking the earth and teleport to the opponent's path to block him.

With a full understanding of his own conditions, Wen Rui thought in reverse and turned himself into a deadly gravity trap, using a tractor beam to pull the enemy over and hit him.

As long as the opponent was not faster than light, once he was hit by the tractor beam, he would be pulled to his side by irresistible gravity as if he was attracted by the heavenly attraction of all things.

Huixing's back hit Wen Rui's fingers heavily, and his fingers penetrated deeply into the golden body and directly pierced through the spine.

The extremely slender golden hoop hairspring extended upward along the spinal canal, rotating and stirring as it extended, crushing the spinal cord until it reached the cranial cavity, and then stirred it upside down in the cranial cavity.

In just a moment, Huixing's screams stopped abruptly, his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, but his eyes became extremely dull.

The spinal nerves were completely destroyed, and the brain was almost a mess, but he was still alive.

The golden body had completely lost the ability to think and move, and became a prison that trapped his immortal soul.

Speed ​​is the key to success, and speed is also the key to failure.

Huixing Arhat's magic was so fast that he rebounded even faster after the punch. From the punch to the piercing of the spine by a finger, less than one hundredth of a second passed.

He didn't even have time to recite the Acalanatha mantra to open the absolute defense, and he became a living dead under Wen Rui's sneak attack.

When Wen Rui pulled out his finger, Huixing was like being acupunctured, and he still maintained a stiff flying posture, and fell hard on the ground, like a strange bronze statue.

His physical body is as hard as a diamond. Not to mention that he is not dead yet, even if he is dead, he will not soften and will only remain motionless in the same position as before his death.

Many eminent Arhat monks passed away like this, with their physical bodies incorruptible and their golden bodies immortal.

In this way, Hui Xing Arhat was turned into a bronze statue by Wen Rui's finger. The inanimate soul was trapped in the barrier made of the immortal golden body, and life was worse than death.

Master Ziyang, who was holding the sword technique in the air and planning to use his sword to scrape Hui Xing to death slowly, was shocked.

He slowly lowered to the ground, looked at Wen Rui up and down like he was looking at a monster, and said: "Master Wen, you... are you still a human? You can stab the golden Arhat to death with just one finger. He must be a poor Taoist who has seen away Eyes, you have already become a saint physically, right?"

"Everywhere, it's just tricks." Wen Rui quickly shook his head in denial: "My qualifications for cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts are all mediocre, and I only know a little bit about heresy, which is not worth mentioning."

The nano-armor that had been shattered just now gradually condensed and reorganized on his body, arming him again.

Nano-armor is very functional, but the biggest problem is that in battles with higher power levels, the defense is simply not enough.

Wearing nano armor is like wearing clothes cut from newspapers. If the force is slightly stronger, the armor will be torn to pieces.

Fortunately, when the content of nano-units in the air is extremely high, the re-aggregation and reorganization does not take much time and can be completed quickly.

Master Ziyang glanced at Huixing Arhat, who was hunched and stiff on the ground. He recalled that he had scraped off several layers of his oily skin for a long time. He stared at Wen Rui with suspicion again and said in a very gentle tone:

"I heard that the disciples of the Ziyang Immortal Sect were very disrespectful to you in the past. I hope that you, sir, will have more knowledge and not be as knowledgeable as the juniors."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Pindao has always respected Sect Master Wen, and the Ziyang Immortal Sect and the Jinling Immortal Sect have always been on good terms with each other. Their relationship has become increasingly close, and we will continue to move around more in the future."

"Brother Ziyang, our Jinling Sect does not have immortal monks yet, so we cannot be called an immortal sect..."

"Brother, you are too humble. You kill immortals like chickens. You can call yourself whatever sect you want. Who dares to say that to you!"