?? Masaki pinched his fists, his knuckles cracked, and the angular muscles protruded on the tights, after a month of tempering, and the hard life he had experienced, his body was no longer thin, his strong abdomen and broad chest showed his strength, and the condensed muscles showed his strength, and the explosive power contained in his body made the five black-clothed people who approached him feel tight at the same time when they saw his shining eyes, and dense sweat quickly climbed up the backs of the five people. Fastest updates

In the period of delay in political discipline, some warrior monks have rushed out of the dormitory and joined the team against the black-clothed people, and the momentum gradually expanded, and the resistance from this junior warrior monk's dormitory led by Jiewu quickly spread down, affecting the next few dormitories, causing a gap where the black-clothed people were overwhelmed for a while.

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"There are always some humble people standing in front of us, but they plainly highlight our strength!" a man in black walked towards Masaki, muttering to himself, as if he was chanting scriptures, and like a propagandist's battle song before the battle.

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"It should be me who said this......" Masaki looked at the five black-clothed people around him with a casual expression.

On the side of Masaki's body, a person passed by him, "Ah!" A loud shout, waving the chair leg in his hand, in the dark night sky with some unclear warrior monks, rushed forward to the five black-clothed people, as if they were warrior monks who had just escaped from the dormitory, at this moment, they seemed to be crazy, and when they saw the black-clothed people, they attacked desperately.

A man in black turned around slightly, dodged the chair leg that the warrior monk swept over his head, and threw an uppercut with a clenched fist, hitting the warrior monk's abdomen!

"Bang!" the warrior monk's body stiffened in place, and the chair leg in his hand could no longer hold it, and fell to the ground.

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Zhengji couldn't see the expression of the warrior monk with his back to him, but he also knew in his heart that this warrior monk and Zhengji had been training under the martial arts for a year, although the strength was not as strong as Zhengji, but after a year of rigorous training, the ability to resist hitting was not easy to with, and it was impossible to be a person who could take a second with one move, but at this moment in front of the other party's man in black, just one punch immediately beat him and lost his ability to fight, and the fist power of this man in black is not to be reckoned with.

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?? The warrior monk's body moved and fell down from the side of the man in black, without making the slightest sound except for raising some dust.

I don't know if I face this man in black, who will win or lose?

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?? Zhengji is difficult to ride a tiger, and now I can't think about it so much, the five black-clothed people on the other side have already surrounded themselves from a circle, and if they don't make a move, it will be a thunderous momentum.

It's just that this group of black-clothed people who attacked the Zen Xi Temple are well-trained, advance and retreat, and they have obviously plotted and planned for a long time, but the bell and drum used by the Zen Xi Temple for early warning have not rang for a long time, and after such an accident, no more masters have come.

It can't be that the Conch Mountain of the Zen Temple was also attacked by these black-clothed people, if this is the case, then the strength of this group of black-clothed people is not simple, could it be that they are Freemasons again?!

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?? When Masaki thought of this possibility, his heart sank slightly, this organization has a huge lineup, and there are all kinds of endless means to rely on, he has seen it, if he decides to attack the Zen Xi Temple, it will definitely be a shocking thunder on the ground.

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?? Thinking of this, Masaki didn't hesitate anymore, if he let this group of people surround him, then he might never have a way out, he moved, and secretly shouted: "Come on, just try the flower finger you learned yesterday!"

Zhengji's figure was as fast as a leopard, approaching a man in black who was close to him, but in his heart, he was secretly able to touch a few green dragon bullets without taking the sheep in his hand, so like the unfavorable situation of being surrounded at the moment, only one explosion in the middle was enough to open the deadlock.

It's just that in a few moments, the man in black hasn't blinked a few times, and Zhengji appeared in his sight, his fingers together, poking straight towards his ears, this is one of the tricks of the flower finger, and getting the fall is the opponent's temple, once it is hit by the finger of Zhengji, what training will be in vain, that is a trick that is light, injured and blind, and paralyzed and lost his life.

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The man in black who bore the brunt of the attack revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't expect that this man's move, with five speeds of resistance and dodge, before he could react, Masaki's fingers curled up, and the knuckles hit the side of the man in black's head, making his eyes suddenly cloudy and falling diagonally.

?? This is still the mercy of Masaki's subordinates, if it weren't for the strength of his subordinates, I am afraid that this blow will shatter the temple of the man in black and kill him on the spot.

The man in black, who was still surrounding this side, was suddenly shocked by Masaki's hand, and the plan to wait for the man in black in front to make a move and then support also fell through, making it a little difficult for them to continue.

On the grass, next to the cleaned dormitory, there are dense bodies of warrior monks, some of them are lying motionless on the ground, I don't know if they are dead or alive, and some of them are tied with their hands behind their backs, surrounded by a bunch of fish marks in the hands of a group of black-clothed people, and some sporadic rebellions have been gradually suppressed.

Masaki looked at the Zen Rest Temple full of greenery, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart, this has been standing quietly on the isolated island of the Zen Rest Temple, which has always been the same existence as Mount Tai, but in front of these swarming black-clothed people, it has become fragile, since this organization can find here, and can easily break through the defense line of the Zen Temple, then does it mean that the heart and brain of the Zen Temple, Conch Mountain has also fallen into the hands of the enemy.

I remember that when I just explored this Zen Temple, the bells and drums in the temple began to warn, and now, so many people in black have captured the training dormitory of the junior warrior monks in an instant, and the core of the Zen Temple, which is silent and deep on the cliff in the distance, has no reaction, and Masaki's heart is already full of gloomy emotions.

Then, I will not hesitate to fight for this Zen Temple, which has always protected the people of the country and has a great mission!

Zhengji's momentum suddenly increased, he took a step forward, and the four black-clothed people who surrounded him suddenly stopped, and they saw that from the body of the man in front of him, there was a kind of existence like a mountain range facing another time and space that coincided in space, and a huge sense of oppression was like a war drum from above the Nine Heavens, and the sound hit everyone's heart, that feeling, almost made the four black-clothed people who surrounded him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The four men in black looked at each other, all seeing the horror in each other's eyes, and the men in black led by one of them lined up the other three with one hand, and their voices were very low, like the hoarse hiss of the wind blowing through the bottom of the valley, and like a wizard in the Middle Ages who was arranging his glasses in the alchemy room, with his mouth dumb under the smell of medicine, babbling in a whispering language.

"It's murderous, you stand back!" The short language has already pushed the political discipline very high.

The black-clothed figure led by him spread, quickly moved forward, poked his hand into a cone, and snatched it towards the center of Zhengji's eyebrows.

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?? The harpoon, with the light smoke dragged out of the canister, stabbed towards Masaki, and the air was agitated and vibrated with a sharp sound of breaking the air, which made the hearts of the warrior monks who were captured as prisoners at this moment tighten.

The harpoon shot by this powerful speargun is enough to shoot through a tiger shark whale at a distance of fifty meters, not to mention the mortal body of Masaki, the black-clothed man who deceived in front heard the sound of the harpoon firing from the rear, and there was a complicated look in his eyes, but then it flashed again, and the hand cone in his hand was strengthened, and the outer belt was combined with the three harpoons that were constantly rotating and resounding in the air, and attacked Masaki with wind and rain.

"It's a good time!" Masaki has been surrounded by the black-clothed people who are densely surrounded by him, and he is not afraid of the black-clothed man who raised his hand to his eyebrows, and he does not retreat but advances!

He is not a brave and ruthless person, but at this moment when the survival of the Zen Temple is at stake, his suppressed emotions quickly boiled again.

The harpoon crossed the ears and cheeks of the man in black, and hit Masaki first, the kind of force that constantly rotated, definitely like a short-range missile!

The harpoon was menacing, coming right at Masaki's chest, and when it broke into the radius of Masaki's hands, he stretched out the five fingers of both hands, and the powerful knuckles puffed out of the tendons, holding the first harpoon thrown from the speargun at high speed!

The harpoon was held by Masaki uprightly! The fork body stagnated in the air, and the powerful impact force was unabated and approached his chest under the grip of Masaki's hands, the fork body was still rotating, and under the violent friction of the palm, it brought out a shocking bloodstain, Masaki staggered back a few steps, and finally stopped the momentum at the moment when the harpoon tip reached the body, and held it firmly in his hand.

The black-clothed people around were dumbfounded.

There was no time to reminisce about the thrills, and the remaining two harpoons were about to arrive! A whistling sound could already be faintly heard in the wind, a sharp and air-piercing scream, like the pace of death, advancing step by step towards political discipline.

The harpoons that tore through the air and tossed at high speed, the team of nearly 100 men in black who kept pouring over, the expressions of the dejected warrior monks on the ground, and the enemies who were almost about to cry out around Zhengji.

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