With a beastly roar, the long stick in Wen Yiming's hand flashed like two golden halos, and danced like a high-speed rotating wind wheel, so that all the arrows in his body were twisted under his feet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the young man who threw the knife rolled closely, slashing his knees close to the ground. Wen Yiming's feet shook, staggering away like a drunk. As soon as the dancing flower long stick was put away, he had already squatted down, and with the sudden sinking, the long stick was lifted from behind the sky one hundred and eighty degrees, and slammed into the young man who performed the Ditang knife technique.

"Get out of the way, He Zheng!" Cai Zhi knew the domineering nature of this golden long stick.

Cai Zhi couldn't understand this blind man a little, and suddenly became erratic, his body footwork seemed to be unstable and chaotic, and a crazy aura was rapidly rising.

Cai Zhi was distracted and reminded, but his feet were not slow. With red arms and knives, several juniors rushed up.

Before He Zheng could roll, he erected the mountain knife and stepped forward, wanting to use the reaction force of the long stick to push the tumbling to accelerate.

"Poof!"

The cultivation of the ninth layer of the martial artist can be described as a mantis arm under Wen Yiming's stick. The mountain opener was smashed in response to the sound and cut directly into He Zheng's chest and abdomen.

Poor He Zheng didn't even scream, he was split by the remnants of the long stick, and his brain burst out, and he was dying.

Haha laughed wildly, in the face of the siege from all sides, Wen Yiming leaned up under his feet, and the long stick didn't care if he could resist it, and swept and slashed in all directions.

"Jingle bell" sounded again and again, and in the split of several arrows, at the same time, it swept away the offensive of the other two young people, but was slashed horizontally by Cai Zhi, who used the blood demon hand, and pounced diagonally.

Turning in the air, Wen Yiming kicked on the towering tree that he almost collided with, and with the power of the volley, he shot at the enemy group again without fear of death.

"Wha!" Wen Yiming, who was laughing wildly, looked like crazy, and twisted his body in the air and twisted at the short-haired young man and Cai Zhi at the same time.

"Is this blind man crazy?" Feng Lin in the distance looked at Wen Yiming who was rushing out with some horror while filling with arrows.

"Poof! bang......"

The sound of metal collision was endless, and when the young man with a short knife was whipped away with a stick, Wen Yiming was once again shocked by Cai Zhi.

This time, Wen Yiming was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. Before the joy appeared on everyone's faces, they were frightened by Wen Yiming's crazy actions. Because Wen Yiming was shocked away, he grabbed the arrow without thinking, and pulled out the arrow with a sound of 'Zhuan', and nailed it to Feng Ling in the distance with an expressionless arm.

As soon as the blood soaked out of the monk's robe, Wen Yiming fell to the ground and opened his hips, and the long stick in his right hand was placed on his back, like a ferocious predatory leopard, with the power of the waist bow that was low on the ground, and it ejected again without the slightest pause. With a loud roar, the long stick that swept through the momentum of thousands of armies brought up a large number of dead branches and leaves, and launched a group attack like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

The short-haired young man was scattered by the stick just now, and his steps were vague and waiting for an opportunity outside the circle; while Cai Zhi and another young man were suffocated by Wen Yiming's crazy playing style; Feng Ling kept looking at the bloody minced flesh on the arrow in a daze after dodging the arrow thrown by Wen Yiming, and his heart had already sprouted a retreat.

And the same thought as her was another woman in a green dress who had been standing still, and the two women had the same idea in their hearts at this time, except for wanting to retreat.

This blind man is a madman!

Feng Ling's thoughts are not far from Wen Yiming in reality.

Because what Wen Yiming used at this time was the Crazy Demon Stick Method.

The Mad Devil Stick is a type of Shaolin stick method. It is composed of four major techniques: Tianqi, Tianmen, Crazy Demon, and Newsilk. Each part can exist independently, so there are independent circulation of 'Tianqi Stick', 'Tianmen Stick', 'Crazy Devil's Stick', and 'Newsilk Stick'.

There are 72 trips in total, 360 sticks, and 80 folds, and there are many common style characteristics with the movements of the Shaolin 55 hand sticks.

In fact, Wen Yiming's mad devil stick is not a real Shaolin mad devil stick. In the process of drilling, the Shaolin mad devil stick practiced in the method of 'Wangwen business' and 'as the name suggests'. It is not to reason about the word madness in the sense of drunken fist and drunken stick.

The word mad demon is to avoid this stick sweeping the southeast and northwest, slashing in all directions and stabbing the sky and the earth, and taking the name for the taboo of disrespecting the position of heaven and place.

And Wen Yiming, whether in his previous life or in this life, is a good wine. For the drunken fist, drunken sword, and drunken stick in martial arts, he is even more enthusiastic, but the fist road of drunken martial arts is more than chic and elegant, and the fierceness is insufficient. In this regard, Wen Yiming integrated the mad devil stick method into it, and because he often had special tasks and was full of bloody lives, he vividly interpreted the word madness of this Buddhist stick method.

Every time Wen Yiming gets drunk with the robe who lives and dies together after the mission, he will go crazy as an instructor and put a set of crazy magic sticks on everyone. For the 24 methods hidden in the mad magic stick, smashing the grid and folding the chain, turning the cover to flirt with the clouds and turning over, rolling and pouting and moving down the mountain, blocking and flying and uncovering the inner circle, and shaking the dots and buttons, Wen Yiming can be said to be as skillful as instinct.

The crazy devil stick has the connotation of marksmanship, which is also the reason why Wen Yiming is fond of it. Its stick method is especially good at moving in all directions in the group battle, with east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast eight directions, and stabbing the sky and the ground in a total of ten directions, all hitting, not pointing, and not pointing. The mad devil stick method that integrates the stick method and marksmanship method, after the scriptures refine the heart method, its drill layout and action moves are extremely crazy and demonic.

It can be said that Wen Yiming will come out of the Shaolin mad stick, the whole stick is 72 times, all the trips are crazy, 360 sticks, the stick is into the devil, ten strokes and eight folds, and the fierceness is incomparable. Worthy of the name, people are like crazy, and sticks are like magic barriers!

At this time, the third brother Cai Zhi thoroughly appreciated the mad momentum of this stick, strictly speaking, he understood what it means to be a real madman.

Wen Yiming was shocked by Cai Zhi again and again, but every time he would pull one of them away. After two consecutive times, except for Cai Zhi, the other two were unable to fight again, and their desire to retreat was even worse than that of Feng Ling's second daughter.

Cai Zhi is no better. As time passed, and in Wen Yiming's frenzied sweeping, his blood demon hand gradually could no longer support the consumption, and the blood was fading one by one, and his arm was shrinking in circles like a leaky ball.

He had words of suffering in his heart, watching Wen Yiming become more and more courageous, and he was shocked back again and again, but he charged again and again like a suicide.

Cai Zhi is afraid, this is not a human being, it is a mad dog!

While secretly scolding Wen Yiming, Cai Zhi couldn't believe why this blind man's true qi and internal strength were so long and majestic, just like a tireless siege machine.

Not only Cai Zhi was afraid, but the remaining five people in the Tiger Roaring Hall were afraid, and a deep sense of remorse rose in their hearts.

This special forging body martial arts cultivation is really unprovoked, it is really a nine-life cockroach that can't be killed!

The ancients did not deceive me, and never dying, which is the motto of forging body martial arts!

Cai Zhi wanted to turn around and stop fighting, but he couldn't pull out. Although Wen Yiming was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and had multiple knife wounds all over his body, they were all skin injuries.

The martial arts cultivators of the five warrior periods actually couldn't help a blind man with the seventh layer of a martial artist?

Cai Zhi scolded the ancestor who created the body forging technique with a headache in his heart, and on the other hand, he retreated and moved back, his blood demon hand had already faded by half, and if he didn't retreat, it was estimated that he would be exposed to the wilderness.

"Haha! Where to go?" Wen Yiming collapsed the chest cavity of the sinister short knife young man with a stick. Seeing that Cai Zhi had the intention of retreating, he picked up the stick in a vertical step in the midst of wild laughter, his body rotated like a spinning top, and the long stick swept out of the waist --- 'Huanglong takes off his armor'

'Poof!' Cai Zhi's blood demon hand dissipated, unable to shake Feiwen again, but instead he was swept away three steps.

"Haha! Come again, pick up a 'pearl roller blind'!"

'Puff~~~!' Cai Zhihu's mouth cracked again, and the mountain opening knife that became a little deformed almost wanted to fly!

Wen Yiming stepped forward, his hand fell, bringing out a piece of light and shadow, and he shouted: "Oh, hehe, the old monk is wearing a robe!"

Cai Zhi's long knife was taken off, the blood was vomited, Tengteng retreated, and 10,000 mud horses in his heart crossed the river and ran wildly. He knew that begging for mercy was useless, and it seemed that the martial arts cultivation of this way of fighting would return to the mountain at the last moment. couldn't help but spew the mixed-race spit, Xingzi scolded, "Ah~~~ Dead blind, you mad dog! ”

"Haha, that's a good point! The Sprinkler family is the mad dog known as the 'Desert Grim Reaper'!

Cai Zhi was about to cry, this is really crazy, what are you saying? Why can't you understand it?

Wen Yiming couldn't stop talking, and after kicking under his feet, he turned his body and rose into the air, and slammed Cai Zhi's head like a mountain and a sea, "Eat Lao Sun!"

'Click!'

Cai Zhi had no way to retreat, and in the face of the thunderous slash, his face was like ashes. He knew too well the power of the golden stick to slash through the air. Unarmed, he directly smashed his shoulder blades and collarbone, and half of his sternum and ribs were shattered one by one.

Cai Zhi really wanted to ask this blind man a word before the temporary.

"Are you Li Qing or the Desert Grim Reaper, and who is Lao Sun?