History repeats itself, Sun Lai rolled in the ring again, the wolf was like a dog yiyàng, but Zhang Dong was high-spirited and chased and killed, and kept trampling with big feet.

The shark was dumbfounded, a little unbelievable Ziji's eyes, a little suspicious that Ziji was in a dream, Sun Laina is a rare fighting master among the teachers of the Water Curtain Academy, not to mention that no one is invincible, but absolutely méiyou people are sure to win.

However, he was defeated by a student with three punches and two kicks, and he even had a chance to turn the tables.

Wouldn't Sun Lai be releasing water and acting?

Sun Lai, who was tumbling, was also shocked beyond measure, his face was full of disbelief, such a young student, even if he started to learn the art of martial arts from his mother's womb, it would only be an extra year shijiān, how could kěnéng have such a rich battle jingyàn, how could kěnéng have such exquisite moves?

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Zhang Dong was merciless and kept trampling on the past, although Sun Lai tried his best to resist, using his hands and feet, but he couldn't attack Zhang Dong, and the slightest chance to stand up was to roll in the ring and avoid Zhang Dong's feet.

"Ah......h

Sun Lai was completely fènnu, an iron rod appeared in his hand, and he didn't dare to sweep the ground.

Zhang Dong was stunned, quickly retreated more than ten meters, tilted his head to look at Sun Lai, who jumped up and was angry, and said contemptuously: "Are you not convinced?" Do you want to compare weapons with me? ”

Sun Lai pinched the stick in one hand and grabbed the yellow hair on his head with the other, his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he said weakly: "Take out your weapon, and we'll fight again." ”

"Teacher, your fists and feet are not my opponent, even if you use weapons, you are not my opponent, you better not challenge me, otherwise you will definitely bring humiliation upon yourself." Zhang Dong said proudly.

"Damn, I challenge him?" Sun Lai's face was strange, he trembled with anger, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The shark playing in the water is also looking at the monster yiyàng Looking at Zhang Dong, the corners of his mouth pulled out a few arcs, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, he now looked at mingbái, Zhang Dong, this student is different, yidiǎn is not afraid of the teacher, he is terrifyingly bold, and his personality is arrogant and arrogant, and in fact, he does have this arrogant and arrogant qualifications, with his excellent combat awareness and outstanding combat talent, a few students in a huge water curtain academy can really be compared, but, Cultivation is not only hand-to-hand combat, but after cultivating to the realm of the master or ancestor of the pickled girl, there is almost no need for hand-to-hand combat, and the use of magic weapons and the rules of heaven and earth is the key.

"Teacher, if you want to fight, you can come up, you can't be scared, right?" An evil smile appeared on Zhang Dong's face, and the blood feather knife that emitted a rich blood-colored light appeared in his hand, and he made a gesture and said arrogantly.

"Boy, you do have some ability, almost invincible in the whole school, but you are too crazy, now I want to teach you a hard lesson, beat you all over the head, crying dad and calling mother." Sun Lai said murderously.

Now he doesn't dare to underestimate Zhang Dong, and he has to admit that Zhang Dong is a rare fighting genius, but using weapons, under the same conditions, he is invincible, because his stick method was created by Sun Wukong, with unpredictable mysteries, which makes people unguardable, unavoidable, and unavoidable.

He didn't know, it was precisely because Zhang Dong Zhidào his stick technique was powerful, so he wanted to ask for advice, he could learn a lot from it, and it was also a kind of training for Ziji, of course, whether it was shime strong and existing, he was not arrogant, Ziji was no less than anyone's cultivation genius, under the same conditions, no one could defeat him.

"Teacher, Ruguo, wait a minute, you'll be beaten by me again, you must not look for a short look." Zhang Dong said worriedly.

"You ......"

Sun Lai was so angry that he almost vomited blood, a student like Zhang Dong, don't say that he has seen it, even if he has heard it, he has heard of it, and without delay, he rushed forward with an arrow step, and the iron rod in his hand smashed into Zhang Dong's head.

This stick is really amazing, not only is the speed to the extreme, but also conjures up thousands of stick shadows, which makes people dazzled, can't see clearly, and even, it also makes people have a kind of stick is too powerful, too terrifying, and can't resist at all, but there is no escape, even if you can't escape, you can't escape the illusion, this illusion can often make people vomit blood in their hearts, and they can't play all their strength, and the result is needless to say.

This is the terrifying stick method created by Sun Wukong.

The shihou who attacks is generally a somersault fight, with the help of body gravity, the power is terrifying to the extreme.

Of course, any move of the Heaven Turning Stick is secretly in line with the rules of heaven and earth, and it has been tempered thousands of times, refined to the point that it can no longer be refined, and it is really a move to kill the enemy.

The Heaven Turning Stick is widely spread in the secret realm of the Demon Gate, and even the Eagle Clan also knows this kind of stick method, for example, the weapon of Eagle Fenfen is an iron rod.

However, only the true monkey people can comprehend the essence of the Heaven-Turning Stick and exert its power.

Zhang Dong also felt a kind of qiguài momentum affecting his soul, a thick sneer appeared on his face, ziji's heart was like a rock, it took ten years to find ziji's way of swallowing, to devour heaven and earth, how could he be affected by such a momentum, not to mention Sun Lai, even if Sun Wukong came, he couldn't affect him in momentum.

"Good time!"

Zhang Dong shouted, and the blood feather knife in his hand slammed upwards and slashed at the iron rod.

"When ......"

A sound of striking iron sounded, Sun Lai rolled backwards, and Zhang Dong also staggered back a few steps.

However, both of them seemed to have been insulted, and at the same time they were furious and rushed forward frantically, sacrificing their lives to fight together.

Sun Lai is really a peerless master, the stick in his hand turned into a stick mountain, a sea of sticks, and a shijiè of sticks.

Zhang Dong rarely moves his feet, the rock in the sea, resisting with one knife after another, his face is full of strong confidence, his body exudes a momentum of winning a hundred battles and never being defeated, his eyes are like cold stars, shooting a sharp light, fǎngfonénggou sees through the opponent's flaws, often nénggou slashes a sharp knife at the last moment, disintegrating the opponent's lore offensive.

He had to carefully study the power of the Qingchu Turning Stick before he could take the right moves to defeat the opponent.

With the memories of many heroes in his mind, with that intuition of danger, and with a rock-solid heart, he resisted Sun Lai's attack like a storm for more than ten minutes in one go.

Sun Lai was surprised to find that Zhang Dong fǎngfo was a towering mountain, and he was just a sharp storm, no matter how he attacked, the mountain still stood proudly and would not be damaged in the slightest.

"It's not good, Ziji can't beat him."

A sense of frustration that he had never felt in his life surged in Sun Lai's heart and mind, and before he knew it, the continuous offensive had a slight pause.

"Teacher, now it's my turn, see if you can block my moves!"

Zhang Dong's momentum skyrocketed, and he rushed forward with an arrow step, and the knife in his hand swung out wildly, slashing obliquely, slashing, slashing backhand, crossing, chaining, countless knives flew out, and the phantoms of countless knives appeared, combining into a dense heaven and earth, fǎngfo an independent shijiè.

Any move of Méiyou, Méiyou fixed routine, is completely to attack the opponent's flaws and disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

Of course, there are also characteristics, that is, fast, ruthless, and accurate.

It's so fast that it's fǎngfo light, so ruthless that it's chilling, and it's incredibly accurate.

Sun Lai's face was shocked, his eyes were full of fènnu and fierceness, and he struggled to unfold the sky-turning stick, dancing through the wind and rain, to resist Zhang Dong's pervasive attack.

"Dangdangdang......"

The sound of weapons striking each other was like ten thousand people striking iron at the same time, and it was so continuous that it almost collapsed the roof of the house.

The eyes of the shark playing in the water watching from the audience were getting wider and wider, and the beads of his eyes almost fell, and he shouted in surprise: "This is really a student who has only cultivated true qi for eleven years, not an old monster who has cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years?" ”

"When ......"

There was another earth-shattering bang, and the iron rod in Sun Lai's hand almost flew out of his hand, and he hurriedly retreated with his strength, but Zhang Dong was faster than him and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

"Ah......h

Sun Lai let out a cry of pain and flew upside down in the air, noticing that Zhang Dong was chasing after him, and he slammed a bucket at Zhang Dong's heart.

Zhang Dong sneered, held the knife in both hands, and slashed obliquely at the iron rod with a frenzied knife.

"When ......"

Sun Lai only felt a monstrous force coming, the tiger's mouth cracked, the iron rod flew out of his hand, and then his neck was cold, Zhang Dong's knife Yijing was on his shoulder, and he said proudly: "Teacher, who lost the hell?" ”