At the foot of Qiujia Mountain, Hua Yu squinted at Tiankui opposite with cloudy eyes, and he was still hesitating whether to accept the other party's suggestion. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Because even if you fight for your life now, Shaolin will definitely be the defeated side in the end, because from the beginning, Shaolin Temple did not care very much about the clues of the birth of the three divine soldiers, otherwise it would not be only Huayu, a high-ranking monk of the character generation, who led the crowd.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Yu decided to preserve Shaolin's strength first and then plan for the future, so he now intends to accept Tiankui's proposal.

If the sky hadn't darkened suddenly.

Thousands of puppets appeared in the sky, and the number that obscured the sky and the sun made people's scalp tingle just by looking at it. Hua Yu was taken aback, and Tiankui was even more surprised. No one thought that those puppets would still be able to move when Ziwu was already dead, let alone that thousands of puppets had been ambushed in advance outside this mountain col village.

"You are to be buried with you. Like the whisper of death, this sentence spread all over the hill where the Qiu family was located along with the thousands of puppets that covered the sky and the sun.

"Mo family!" Tiankui was furious, and at the same time waved his hand and shouted: "Fire strikes the sky, no matter the cost!"

Almost all of the disciples of the Shantang on the hill where the Qiu family was located carried two firearms, and immediately after hearing Tiankui's order, thousands of gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of explosions.

Mo Jian moved his neck and wrist, and then pointed in the direction where Huayu was in the explosion: "I kill the monk, you avenge Ziwu, be careful not to die, there is Mo Jing, Mo Shou will definitely come." ”

Mo Jie was stunned and looked at Mo Attack in some surprise, but he didn't see anything unusual on the latter's face.

"The Mo family can't hold on anymore. Before rushing out, Mo Attack only left this short sentence.

There is no opportunity to ask, and of course Mojie, who is not good at words, will not catch up and ask anything more. He came here to avenge his inheritance, kill the person who ruined his decades of hard work to cultivate disciples, and then make a puppet.

The flash of the explosion and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet begun to dissipate, Tiankui was not injured, and he knew from the beginning that the first goal of those puppets was not to kill people, and the people who wanted to kill him were probably coming.

Turning around and punching, Tiankui's left fist hooked up and his right fist hooked down at the same time, the slight time difference made the two punches become a ring lock, once the buckle is dead, the living thing in it will inevitably become a dead thing. This is the only martial art practiced by Tiankui in his life, and there is a very earthy name called "Golden Lock". That's right, it is the nickname that many people, especially those who are so poor but have dreams of getting rich overnight, that they like to give their children the most.

But Tiankui uses the golden lock of Shantang, one of the few forces in the world that is so rich that it can almost compete with the Pinjin Mansion, and the "golden lock" of one of the very few exercises that have been preserved in Shantang.

The object that came in the surprise was a round cannonball, which was directly pressed into a discus by Tiankui's lock, and the force of the explosion in it seemed to break through the last bit of air of the ball, making only a movement like a fart.

Just now, Tiankui used the golden lock to force the jade monk out of the Shaolin formation with nine punches, and at this moment, of course, he would not be attacked by surprise because of a well-powered cannonball.

Inkjet's temptation led to a conclusion that he wanted and didn't want. His opponent is very strong, so Ziwu died unjustly, and it will be very difficult to get revenge. But so what? Mo Jie doesn't care whether it's easy or not, he has been with the agency all his life, and the person he gets along with the most is probably Ziwu, which is equivalent to the existence of children, since you killed my children, don't regret getting into trouble with my Mo family's contemporary "heavenly work".

Two sea hollys, assembled from countless metal objects, suddenly took shape and appeared on Inkknot's shoulders, while two tigers also made of metal appeared at his side, and finally a suit made of countless tiny parts covered Inkknot's body.

"Juggling?" Tian Kui's voice suddenly sounded on Mo Jie's side, the latter's gaze shrank, and the trap on his right shoulder, Sea Holly, instantly flew up and pounced on Tian Kui's instantaneously enlarged fist.

The silent battle unfolded in an instant between Unity and Tiankui. In terms of skill alone, Mo Jie is not Tiankui's opponent, and it is impossible for him to climb to the top of the martial arts after studying the mechanism to the realm of "Tiangong", which is naturally much worse than Tiankui, who has studied the art since he was a child. But it is also the "heavenly craftsman" of Mo Jie, with his attainments at the peak of the mechanical arts, with countless large or small mechanism creations, he has fought with Tiankui's "golden lock" to a tie.

Compared to the bitter battle that Mo Jie expected, Mo Attack was deeply surprised by his opponent. Because this Huayu monk who was blown up completely without the image of a high monk actually burst out with a powerful combat power at the moment of contact with the ink attack, and the remaining eighty prayer beads in his hand spread out from the thin line but did not land, and in the hands of Huayu, it was like becoming eighty masters of martial arts, carrying the powerful power of the Jizo Wanggong to block the slightly careless ink attack with only one combination.

The Mo family's best attacker was blocked, and Mo Attack's mood at the moment was probably similar to accidentally eating a hundred cockroaches while eating.

The Shaolin disciple's formation was activated again, and Mo Attack was still a little confused and extremely unhappy because of the sudden outburst of the old monk of the opponent. At this moment, not only did the Shaolin monks spare time to start dealing with the inadequate ink attack, but the disciples of the Shantang also surrounded the Tiankui and the ink knot who were fighting, and the earth demon and the demon were always ready to clean up the ink knot that challenged Tiankui alive.

The two giants of the Mo family, who seemed to have thrown themselves into the net, made Tiankui feel more and more strange, and even the demon who was watching the battle from the sidelines saw something abnormal.

"Are you deliberately delaying, senior brother, kill him!" the demon shouted, "Senior brother kill him", but gave the earth a look. The latter was obedient to the demon now, and immediately threw a punch in disregard, aiming at the place where the ink knot was located.

"The disciples of the Mo family listen to the order, and they will not leave a living mouth after the burst!"

"Amitabha, the giant also asks his subordinates to be merciful. ”

"Moshou, did you take the wrong medicine? Why did you suddenly become so radical? Good thing, good thing, otherwise God knows how many years you have to learn turtle, I won't be able to see you. ”

If it is not surprising that the old thing in Shantang, who everyone calls his teacher, appeared at the same time with the three "old shopkeepers" of Shantang, then the four old bald heads who suddenly appeared in the Shaolin monk formation on the other side and directly forced Mo Attack to retreat are very intriguing.

Mo Shou ignored the "teacher" of Shantang who made him feel sick when he opened his mouth, but turned to those bald heads and smiled: "I really didn't expect that the six saints of Mirror Valley would reach five at once, I don't know if the Heavenly Sorrow Mage will come?"

"There is a giant of the Lao Mo family who is worried, and the senior brother is all right, sitting in the Mirror Valley. An old monk who had just arrived stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of all the Shaolin disciples to salute the Moshou Namaste.