Ten draws of Farmer? What the hell is Star-Destroying Pea Shooter?

Fang Ming stood at the core of the battlefield, his eyes like burning flames, piercing through the heavy fog, looking directly at the endless monsters pouring out of the bulging sack of the Budai Luohan, and the ten Luohan standing in the air.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "Knowing that I am still a little short of upgrading, it is really polite to pack so many monsters and send them here."

On the battlefield, those monsters were like an uncontrolled torrent, rushing wantonly, but every burst of lasers was accurate and accurate, extinguishing their life fires one by one.

Blood flowers bloomed in the air, and the monsters fell one after another.

Witnessing this scene, Budai Luohan frowned, slowly put his hands together, and whispered: "Amitabha, the donor's actions may have deviated from the track of heaven."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into a dazzling golden light, like a meteor across the sky, approaching Fang Ming.

The sack in his hand suddenly unfolded, like a huge sky curtain, covering Fang Ming with irresistible force.

Seeing this, the Sitting Deer Arhat opened his eyes wide with anger, and the giant deer under his crotch roared to the sky, kicked the ground with four hooves, and rolled up gusts of wind, like a wild horse running away from its reins, galloping towards Fang Ming.

The giant deer's eyes flashed with a light that could see through everything, as if it could peek into the secrets deep in people's hearts.

The Sitting Deer Arhat snorted coldly, and quickly formed seals with both hands. A bright golden light burst out from his palms, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky, pointing directly at Fang Ming.

At the same time, the Laughing Lion Arhat also moved.

The giant lion under his crotch roared deafeningly, and the sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding air.

The Laughing Lion Arhat was agile and leaped up, like an eagle catching a rabbit, rising from the back of the giant lion, clenching his fists, and smashing towards Fang Ming with the sound of thunder and wind, as if to crush all obstacles.

The Elephant Riding Arhat sat on the back of the white elephant, with a compassionate face, clasped his hands together, and whispered: "Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back now."

After saying this, he gently patted the back of the white elephant, and the white elephant immediately let out a long and deep roar, and its body suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun.

The elephant's hoof was like a giant pillar, descending from the sky with an incomparable majesty, as if to crush Fang Ming into powder.

The Sitting Arhat had a calm face as water, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had transcended the world and was isolated from it.

He slowly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light burst out from his body, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and rushed straight towards Fang Ming, with a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

The bowl-lifting arhat held a golden bowl in both hands. The bowl looked light, but it was actually as heavy as a thousand pounds. With the sound of whistling wind, it pressed towards Fang Ming.

Wherever the bowl passed, the air seemed to be compressed and solidified, forming a strong air pressure that was suffocating.

The pagoda-holding arhat held a small and exquisite pagoda in his hand, with a solemn and dignified expression.

He muttered something in his mouth, and suddenly, the small pagoda grew in the wind and turned into a towering giant tower. Runes on the tower body flowed and flashed with mysterious light.

The giant tower suppressed Fang Ming with a momentum to suppress everything, as if to imprison him in the tower forever.

The Banana Arhat held a banana fan in his hand, smiling and looking calm.

He waved the banana fan gently, and a breeze blew on his face, bringing a touch of coolness and tranquility.

However, the breeze instantly turned into a sharp wind blade, like a sharp blade, shooting towards Fang Ming at a dizzying speed.

The Reaching Hand Arhat had a graceful figure and slender and flexible arms.

His outstretched arm seemed to be able to touch the sky. Suddenly, he stretched his arm and continued to extend it, like an invisible giant python, bypassing the many obstacles on the battlefield and going straight to Fang Ming's vitals.

The Long Eyebrow Arhat's eyebrows drooped to the ground, his face was simple and mysterious. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had fallen into deep meditation.

However, in a blink of an eye, his long eyebrows seemed to have gained life, turning into two black dragons, roaring and swooping towards Fang Ming.

The two dragons exuded a powerful pressure, making the surrounding air tremble.

Fang Ming stood in the center of the battlefield. Facing the joint attack of the ten Arhats, he actually raised a playful smile on his face. He did not move at all, as if he was confident.

"Hmph, just in time!"

Fang Ming thought to himself, and then, rows of steel thorn nut kings suddenly appeared in front of him like loyal guards, taking all the attacks of the Arhats.

Golden light, wind blades, giant towers, cloth bags, all kinds of attacks fell on the indestructible body of the steel thorn nut king, and only heard crackling sounds and sparks flying.

The damage prompt kept flashing above the head of the steel thorn nut king.

However, the next second, 80% of these damages were returned to theThose Arhats.

The faces of the cloth bag Arhat, the bowl-lifting Arhat, the pagoda-holding Arhat and others changed drastically. They had never seen such a strange method.

"What kind of witchcraft is this!"

The cloth bag Arhat exclaimed, and the sack in his hand was no longer able to swing.

Fang Ming raised his mouth slightly, controlling the laser, as if commanding an invisible sword, and continuously launched a fierce attack on the golden bowl, the iron tower, the cloth bag and other Buddhist treasures.

Wherever the laser went, the sound of metal clashing was endless. Under the continuous bombardment of the laser, the two Buddhist treasures kept making shrill wails, as if they would collapse at any time.

"Break it for me!"

Fang Ming shouted in a low voice, and the laser suddenly intensified. In just a few seconds, under the powerful effect of the [Disarm] skill, the golden bowl and the iron tower finally couldn't bear it, shattered in the air, turned into a pile of rotten iron, and scattered down.

The bowl-lifting arhat, the pagoda-holding arhat, and the cloth-bag arhat, who had lost their magic weapons, were like toothless tigers. Facing the laser bombardment, they could only barely resist, but were powerless to fight back.

Seeing this, Fang Ming sneered in his heart, then took out a wind-fixing bead and waved it gently.

The hurricane fanned out by the banana arhat was instantly calmed down by the power of the wind-fixing bead, as if it had never existed.

At the same time, the attacks of the long-browed arhat and the hand-reaching arhat also fell into Fang Ming's calculations.

The black dragon transformed by the long eyebrows and the slender arms of the hand-reaching arhat were severely damaged by the continuous bombardment of the laser. Countless negative effects were like maggots attached to their bones, constantly eroding their bodies, greatly reducing their strength, almost to the point of exhaustion.

"Ah!" The long-browed arhat screamed, and the black dragon body collapsed instantly. He himself was also pale and dying.

The Arhat who was reaching out for his hands was also in a bad state. His arms had become bloody and bloody under the attack of the lasers, and he had lost his former flexibility and strength.

The Arhats who were riding on their mounts, such as the Arhats who were sitting on deer, the Arhats who were laughing on lions, and the Arhats who were white elephants, were huge in size and became the focus of the lasers.

Countless lasers surrounded them, like a dense rain of arrows, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"Quick! Save me!"

The Arhat who was sitting on deer shouted in fear, but under the terrifying power of the armor-breaking term, their defense was like nothing, and they could not withstand the bombardment of the lasers at all.

A few more seconds passed, and the Arhats who were originally full of energy were now dead or injured.

The Arhat who was sitting on deer, the Arhat who was laughing on lions, the Arhat who was white elephants, the Arhat who was holding bowls, the Arhat who was holding pagodas, the Arhat who was wearing cloth bags, the Arhat who was wearing long eyebrows, and the Arhat who was reaching out for his hands, the eight Arhats, died directly in the first round of confrontation.

On the battlefield, only three Arhats were left: Crossing the River Arhat, Meditation Arhat and Banana Arhat. They looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and disbelief.