The internal force rotated and spiraled, and there seemed to be a vortex gasp between the palms, and Swallowing Tianlang used enough palm power, captured a momentary change in the qi machine, and aimed at the bell wall to hit it quickly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The Jiao Niang next to the info screamed, and the double swords in her hands followed, and the short sword struck more than 100 times on the air wall between the pecks, and the sword and the wall collided like a gold stone, and the sparks splashed between the agitation, and the sound was sharp and the bell rang.

The monk's robe on the chest of Zhishan rose and fell rapidly, the depression calmed the circulation, and the palms were swept left and right, using the simplest means to deal with the butterfly dance scouts who kept pounced. He didn't care about the opponents who were constantly sacrificing their lives around him, Zhishan just wanted to know what the man in the clock had planned and prepared, and there would be a murderous intent to rush to the sky, and all of them pointed directly at the purple qi of Zhang Zhenren in the city.

"Who are you, why are you trying to be unfavorable to Zhang Zhenren?" Zhishan closed his palms after dealing with more than a dozen people, and no longer paid attention to the opponents who rushed around.

The blades were still flying, and there were even more powerful palms and fists and feet one after another, hitting Zhishan's body with a clanging sound continuously. It's not that Zhishan doesn't want to deal with it, let alone underestimate the opponent, but at this moment, the two people in the clock are cooperating more and more, and the impact on this giant bell made by Zhishan with its own internal force is getting bigger and bigger, and Zhishan has to concentrate on dealing with the impact of Zhongnei. Fortunately, at this time, the bell of the most benevolent person is one, and the external force is added to the bell, which can somewhat alleviate the impact from the two inside.

Swallowing Tianlang is like the wind at the moment, and there are crazy chisels and fills the position with Jiao Niang who concentrates all her body strength at one point. Hearing Zhishan's question, Swallowing Tianlang sneered: "Zhang Zhenren? A rebel who is trying to cause trouble in the imperial court dares to call himself a 'real person'! It is really ridiculous! Right now, there are five people in the city who are besieging and killing Zhang Thief with all their might, but I am afraid that we will not be able to wait for him to get out of the city." "The chapter of 潶し言し格 intoxication has been uploaded

Zhishan pondered for a long time, said "Amitabha", and then said: "Words have no root, and the truth is good and bad." Zhang Zhenren has the ability to reach the heavens, if he wants to get out, where in the world can he not go, where can he go? Who can stop him?"

"The bald donkey has a good brain. What about Zhang Thief's high martial arts? There are only many enemies of a good man, not to mention that he is just a traitor. If you are so shrewd, you must have guessed that the city must have prepared countless 'great gifts' for the thief, and those gifts were enough for him to get out of it, and he had to deal with the greetings sent by the five people one by one. "Swallowing Heaven Lang is twelve palms again, and the bell wall that has always been hit by him is already half thinner than before.

The depression in Zhishan's chest became more and more obvious, especially the extremely fast chiseling blow of the Jiao Niang's double swords that came and went, even more so that the center of the depression in his chest seemed to be about to collapse and squeeze into his body.

Zhishan's eyes suddenly could no longer see the changes around Swallowing Tianlang's body, although he could still see some changes in his mood from the other party, but he could no longer carefully distinguish right from wrong as he was just now. At first, Zhishan thought that the other party had discovered that he had a discerning eye, and was worried about how to set up this person's unfavorable plan for Zhang Zhenren again, but suddenly found that the pressure on his chest increased suddenly.

Suddenly, it turned out that the other party was not stupid, and he also guessed his purpose, and decided to do his best to break through the shackles of Admiralty.

With such a desire to imprison and a desire to rush out, there is no longer a question-and-answer dialogue, and it has become a collision of strength at the root of the root.

The best monk is white-clothed and cold, with a sad face, lowering his head and closing his eyes, whispering Buddhist scriptures, listening to things outside his body but turning a blind eye, and sitting in the Buddha.

Thousands of miles away, where Zhang's mansion is located.

The tens of thousands of troops once again began to attack regardless of the battle damage, and all men and horses moved, and after riding forward, they set up a posture of filling the formation with their lives to break the formation. Dao Lang led a group of Butterfly Dance scouts to stand quietly behind the artillery and fire arrays, looking at the Yuan soldiers who had released all the wolf nature and fiercely pounced on Zhang's Mansion under the absolute order.

The Butterfly Dance Spy, whose injuries had only stopped for a moment, held the knife in his hand tightly, and a low voice sounded: "I am the Dao Lang, and I will not die here." Your death, I will remember. ”

The main gate of Zhang's Mansion opened, and three snow-white treasure horses walked out slowly, wearing armor and belts, and their snow manes fluttering. On horseback were three knights in armor, with slender and graceful figures, and the scales and armor shone brightly.

Shangguan Ling looked at the roaring tens of thousands of troops rushing in, waved his hand and pointed directly to the butterfly dance scout who was far behind, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, we don't have a beautiful drumming hero in battle, but we can try the chic means of Changshan Zhao Zilong riding alone to break through the army, it's a rare good thing." ”

Tang Luoran smiled and said: "Who said we don't have beauties? Sister didn't mention it, I forgot, my sister came to take advantage of it first!"

Tang Luoyan smiled, pointed to the door behind her and said with a smile: "Our family has a big drum, but it is an object made by Fangfang, and no one has really made a name for herself before, but you really want to play?"

Tang Luoran snorted: "That was three years ago, and my Thunder God's method has not yet been completed. That drum is called the 'Golden Stone Sealing Thunder Drum', isn't it just tailor-made for me?"

Shangguan Ling's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "That's a good idea! Luo Ran, let's have a thunder god drum beauty out of the battle!"

Tang Luoran was happy, and the people between him had already entered and exited inside and outside the gate, holding a big drum with a diameter of more than a foot in his hand, and his shoulders were supported in front of his waist, and he stood on horseback with his slender feet.

Shangguan Ling took out the double knives at his waist and stretched them out on his sides, stared at the heavy horse that had already fully rushed to speed and said, "Luo Ran, where is the thunder god?"

Tang Luoran's voice grew: "The thunder god is in the sky, falling on my body!" Between the words, there was a crackling sound in Tang Luoran's scale armor. The sound gradually became louder, and the crackling sound gradually turned into a thunder and lightning roar, and even began to drown out the sound of the hooves of the heavy riders who were getting closer and closer on the opposite side.

A trace of blue thunder light jumped out from under the scale armor, like a small thunderbolt dragon detached from its armor and dissipated into the air. Ten strands of twisted strands, hundreds of strands of Jackie Chan, hundreds of thousands of thunder dragons roamed on the scale armor, and the pair of originally beautiful double eyes on the face armor flashed with thunder and light, shining as white as snow.

Tang Luoran, who was full of momentum, held a mallet in each hand, and the long howl was several times brighter in an instant, and there was a graceful thunder god in the blue thunder light that was more than ten zhang square.

The hammer fell on the drum, and the "Golden Stone Sealed Thunder Drum" specially made by Nangong Fangfang for the martial arts of Ying Yin was hit hard by Tang Luoran in the posture of the thunder god, giving birth to the golden thunder and rushing straight to the nine heavens, and it was all over the four fields in an instant.

Thousands of horses were in chaos, and the originally rigorous and grand charging formation was chaotic in an instant, and dozens of war horses on the front line simply fell directly to the ground, slamming those knights with heavy armor and inconvenient mobility to the ground.

Shangguan Ling smiled slightly, lightly pinched the horse's belly and said, "Yan'er, Ran'er, let's go cut people." ”

"Order!" Tang Luoyan and Tang Luoran moved at the same time, one immediately beat the drum, a beauty raised a mallet to produce thunder, and a big gun in his hand lay down and rode a horse to take the lead.

The chaotic horse formation was pushed by the Yuan army that kept surging behind and rushed towards Zhangfu, and the heavily armored knights who fell in the straight soon became deflated and bloody, and the rumbling heavy cavalry formation finally entered the hundred.