"Then you kill me first and then ()!" Xuan Bing pointed at it with a sword, and looked like that, eating the scales and making an iron heart.

Shikong suddenly exhaled a deep breath, faintly like a mist, and finally forced out the fire poison in his body, and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Xuan Bing, today's feelings, I remember it in my heart. Since you are not involved in this killing, continue to maintain your innocence, and let me, the evil of the Buddhist Sect, and the murderer of the White Lotus Sect win or lose!" ”

"Release!" Xuan Bing turned his head with an ugly face, and quickly reminded: "You don't have to be his opponent. ”

"The killing has begun, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Today there must be a conclusion to this. The upper body of the fine body of the air threw down a sentence, the footsteps moved quickly, Xuan Bing did not let go, he had already taken the initiative to avoid, stood aside, and made a 'please' gesture to Lin Zixian.

Lin Zixian pinned Emei to his waist, dodged his stick, and smashed it down on the head.

Released his head and shoulders, there was a muffled 'bang'. actually forcibly took Lin Zixian's stick with his shoulder, and then clamped his head and shoulder, and stuck Lin Zixian's stick and then took it back.

Lin Zixian went down with a stick and seemed to hit the leather, somewhat surprised, his eyes widened a little, and he shouted: "Shaolin's 'Golden Bell Jar' really deserves its name." ”

I vaguely realized that this monk didn't seem to be very afraid of external forces, but internal forces were more effective against him ().

He put his palm on the steel rod, and he didn't know how to shake it, Lin Zixian didn't figure out what was going on, and the stick was turned like a wheel in his hand, and the stick had been snatched back.

However, Lin Zixian also knew that as soon as this solid steel rod fell into the hands of others, he would be in trouble.

The shot was fast, and he grabbed the stick again, hugged the stick and slid over, his feet were like a gust of wind, and he kicked people's soft underbelly. Places like the crotch and eyes.

No matter how strong the defense of the golden bell jar is, it can't be practiced on the fragile eyeballs. Shikong had to let go of the stick and block it horizontally and vertically to protect his eyes.

Lin Zixian snatched back the stick, turned around and slammed it on the calf of the man.

Released to kneel on his side legs. Immediately pressed the stick under his leg again.

Lin Zi lifted the ground hard, lifted the whole person and rolled away, and then snatched the stick back.

I finally found out that people are the real masters of using sticks. This stick seemed to be helpless to others, so he simply threw it backwards and threw it far away, so as not to fall into the hands of others and make trouble for himself.

Seeing that he had abandoned the stick, Shi Kong, who got up, immediately changed his body, his back twisted like a dragon, leaning over like a tiger, opening his claws, and waiting for him.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!" Lin Zixian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his ten fingers were clawed.

The two rushed towards each other almost at the same time. Fighting fiercely together, the figures of both sides came and went like the wind, and the sound of 'bang' continued.

Just in terms of speed. Compared with Lin Zixian, Shikong is obviously much inferior, giving people the feeling that he is always in a position of being beaten.

Only Lin Zixian, the person concerned, knows that the monk is as calm as a mountain, and he has raised the defensive power of the 'Golden Bell Jar' to the limit, guarding against his 'incense palm', and his fists and feet rely on brute force to hit the monk without much effect at all. And people's 'dragon claw hand' is extraordinary, and they seek progress in stability, but they must always be on guard against being injured.

Knowing that it is not a way to go on like this, he takes turns to fight viciously, and his endurance may not be comparable to that of this monk.

Lin Zixian sold a flaw, and the monk really didn't have a heart, and immediately stretched his body to raid. Lin Zixian quickly floated behind him, and the Emei thorn on his waist was brought out smoothly, and he was as fast as thunder when he took the time, and slammed it into the monk's back.

After all, Shikong has not yet practiced to the point of invulnerability as in the legend, in fact, it is not impossible to really train the 'Golden Bell Jar' to the point of invulnerability, but it is only a legend at present.

After all, a flesh and blood body is a flesh and blood body, and it is still possible to resist the slashing and stabbing of ordinary people, and a sharp murder weapon like Lin Zixian, which is infused with internal force, can be inserted into the steel plate, not to mention the flesh and skin.

This time it was really skin and flesh, and blood was gushing out.

With one blow, Lin Zixian was not happy, because Shikong actually used the muscles on his back to clamp the depth of the Emei thorn to avoid hurting his internal organs. This monk's internal and external cultivation is really remarkable.

With this slow effort, the release of the air was already swept backwards with both claws.

Lin Zixian didn't have time to dodge, so he immediately defended, and the two claw to claw, and their ten fingers were entangled together.

"Hey!" The back of the blood flowed like a wail, and his voice was no less than a tiger's roar, which shook the rooftop space under the glass sky.

Ten fingers clasped Lin Zixian's ten fingers, threw Lin Zixian into the air, and fell to the ground again.

Shikong's eyes were red, and it could be said that he had completely exploded.

In fact, if you really want to be smashed like this, Lin Zixian estimates that he will not die.

Whether it is a person who wants to die in the forest, or a person who does not want to die in the forest, his heart suddenly mentions his throat and eyes ().

Only Lin Zixian was as cold as a wolf, and the person was still in the air, so he shouted angrily: "Look for death!" ”

Bent his waist in mid-air, kicked his face with both feet, and kicked out more than a dozen kicks in an instant.

Lin Bao's demon has flattened him for so many years, and if he doesn't improve his reaction speed, he will really have to go back to grinding tofu.

The 'Golden Bell Jar' that was released was already broken by the Emei thorn, even if it was not broken, the fragile eyes were tantamount to covering the door, how could it block such a dozen or so strong feet.

In the crisp sound of 'pop', Shikong's face was already blurred with flesh and blood, and his two eyes were directly kicked out.

"Ahh Shikong let out a cry of grief, trying to cover his eyes with his hands.

Lin Zixian didn't let him go, his claws tightened his claws, and his feet pressed his shoulders and set up a ladder.

"Yikes!" Lin Zixian exhaled and shouted angrily.

I saw him clamp his feet between his heads, twist his waist with all his might, and the two people up and down rotated at the same time, and Shikong also flew off the ground, and the two separated in the air.

The two of them who landed on the ground actually stood still, covering their faces with their hands, wailing in grief, he couldn't see anything, a pair of eyeballs were kicked out, and there was no possibility of recovery. The Emei thorn inserted in the back was even more bloody......

The terrible howl, the miserable appearance, is simply terrifying.

"Release!" Xuan Bing's eyes were full of tears and he choked. Ling Feizi and Sikong Suqin were stunned.

Qiao Yun was even more shocked to cover her mouth with her hands, she couldn't imagine that the bloody fight between men was so cruel and bloody.

Roma and Johnny even slowed down their breathing, and the fights and killings they had seen in the past were basically battles with hot weapons, and there were often so, but they had never been so fierce and ferocious.

The reaction, speed, and power of this technique make people feel that they have exerted the functions of the human body to the limit, which is a bit beyond the imagination of the two of them.

It was only today that they truly understood how terrible Julius Caesar was, and they had never seen anyone push him to such a powerful counterattack before.

Lin Zixian shook his faintly numb hands, the other party's 'dragon claw hand' was not a vegetarian, stared at Shikong and sneered: "Monk, you are really too hard." ”

He found that this monk's internal and external dual cultivation skills were really not simple, and he didn't even break his neck with such great effort.

Shikong's face was already covered in blood, but he showed a look of listening attentively, and after identifying Lin Zixian's location, he rushed over in a hurry, as if he wanted to fight with Lin Zixian.

Seeing that the release of the sky was rushing towards him, the forest stood idle and did not make a sound.

When Shikong rushed in front of him, suddenly a horse step sank down, and an extremely fierce palm assault slapped on Shikong's bloody chest.

It's another 'incense six stacks of palms'!

There was a 'bang', and his chest suddenly sunk inward, and his back also slammed out. The sound of the sternum popping rattled crunch, and the Emei thorn inserted in his back ejected under the impact of the huge force.

'Poof' released a mouthful of hot blood spurted out wildly, blood also burst out from his nostrils, ears and eyes, and his feet slid against the ground for four or five meters before he stomped and stood firm.

Faintly panting, Lin Zi was stunned for a moment, isn't it! Is this monk really beaten with iron, and he can't be beaten to death like this?

However, he was a little worried, and Shikong only forced a breath to stabilize himself, and then fell backwards suddenly, his strong body slammed into the ground, and his head slowly tilted to the side ().

"Let's go!" Ling Feizi pulled Sikong Suqin with a frightened face and ran, he was already frightened, and he didn't have the slightest resistance.

Lin Zixian was just about to chase after him, but Xuan Bing immediately raised his sword and stopped him, and said with tears streaming down his face: "If you want to kill them, you kill me first!" ”

Lin Zi paused, and put away his open five claws again, he was not a person who killed innocents indiscriminately, he knew what kind of people he should do and what kind of people he shouldn't do.

"Humph! The best way to save them is to kill me...... The rivers and lakes of fighting and killing are not suitable for you, so let's go back and get married and have children! Lin Zixian snorted coldly, and walked past her openly, with a defenseless look, as if he was sure that Xuan Bing would not make a move.

And the sword in Xuan Bing's hand was raised, and he turned to face his back, but he really couldn't do it.

Lin Zixian then accelerated to the top of the roof staircase, only to see that the descending elevator was almost to the bottom floor, and then turned around and rushed back from the three of Roma.

ran to the broken glass wall of Wenya, and jumped out directly.

The three of Roma were startled, this was a high-rise building more than thirty stories high, and they hurriedly ran over, and they all stretched out their heads to look outside the crack where the cold wind was whirring.

I saw a figure, as dexterous as an ape, with his hands on the edge of the window from time to time, flying all the way down. Seeing that the three of them have toothaches, they are really inhuman.

Röm immediately turned around and ran towards the elevator, followed by Johnny and Qiao Yun.

Not long after Ling Feizi and Sikong Suqin ran to the square, a figure came into the air and stopped in front of the two.

In the miserable night rain, Lin Zixian turned around slowly, and said with an awe-inspiring gaze: "Don't you want to kill me?" Why run? (To be continued)