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The boat is not big, and the old man of the dealer and the monk of the Shenhui fight outside, and he barely performs it at the stern.

The killer dressed as three coolies stood up, unable to step forward to help for a while, and it was more of a qi machine traction, which increased the mental pressure on the Shenhui monks.

The old monk didn't even look at the three of them, and his fists were strong, tightly pressing towards the old man and the staff.

"The master is so determined. I have heard the master's compassion for a long time, I wonder if the master can see innocent people affected? ”

Among the coolies, the first person, there was an inexplicable excitement between the words, and a hammer flashed out of his hand, casually smashing it on the head of a panicked passenger next to him. Poof, the boatman's skull shattered as he boarded, and the red and white stuff in his brain splattered in all directions, a little sticking to the hem of the coolie killer's clothes next to him. The killer was a little shorter, frowned, glanced at the leader of the leader, and did not speak.

The rest of the passengers were stunned at the bow of the boat, and did not dare to move. Those who are still bold hold their own water, tumble off the edge of the boat, and jump into the river. The coolie killer, who was shorter among the three, raised his hand, and a few points of cold light did not enter the back of the boatman's heart in the water, and the boatman struggled twice in the water, and directly lost his movement, and the waves rolled, and he went with the water.

Li Ping stood by the boat, although he didn't know where the golden hall was, seeing that the five people were moody, they killed two people casually, and they were clearly not good stubble, so they couldn't help but be secretly frightened. I can't help but wonder, in addition to the two sides of the fight, only I am standing alone, which is very eye-catching, it is really a move to attract the wind, whether you are attentive or not, I am afraid that the next person to test the hammer is yourself. But if you squat down like this, you can't play 12/12 with your own "swordsmanship" that is not very good. It is tantamount to putting yourself on the bench and letting these people slaughter. I only hope that the old monk will kill the Quartet and defeat these five people as soon as possible.

The old monk saw the tragic death of an innocent person, his dark face instantly turned into a pale gold color, his arms clicked, and he stretched out a few feet incredibly, bullying the old man's big gun circle, and the round body of the staff saw this, and instantly lost two layers, and the sound of wind and thunder appeared with the double axe, dragging the monk of the Shenhui to death. The old man's iron spear roared, and the increasing pressure on the gun forced towards the gods. The actions of the two of them couldn't suppress the old monk's offensive after all, and the old monk had the upper hand faintly.

The old man's marksmanship is an ancestral inheritance, born on the battlefield, practiced to the extreme, between a stab, can shake out nine gun flowers, flowers are all real moves. Now the old man shook his head, and there were only seven flowers, which was already among the masters in the waiting golden hall. Moreover, they have a tacit understanding with outside the staff, and since the two have partnered, they have been subtle in attack and defense, and they are invincible.

The three killers at the bow of the boat used a little trick to kill several people on the bow of the boat in an instant. The old man and the staff dragged the old monk of the Shenhui in the stern of the boat tightly, and they didn't even have a chance to be terrified. The old monk is already like a mad tiger, but the two of them have a long spear and a short soldier, and they can break through in a short time by exchanging injuries.

The coolie killer who smashed the human head on the bow of the ship was the head of the mallet.

"Mallet" was the code name he had originally given to the Golden Hall. Murderous, crazy, like to hit the target on the mallet, after a long time, everyone called him the mallet, the real name, but was gradually forgotten.

In the Golden Hall, some people kill people for money, some people are forced to make a living, and some people are to improve their martial arts. But the mallet kills people simply to listen to the pleasure of the hammer smashing the human head and to feel the pleasure of the skull collapsing.

It is rumored that among the mountains and rivers, there is a spirit named "Ru". He didn't eat for three months, and when he was hungry, he screamed into the air. Suddenly, all the beasts gathered and crawled on the ground. There are many beast kings such as lions, tigers, bears, etc., all of which are among them. Select the brains of hundreds of beasts to suck them. The beasts shrank, not daring to stand for a while, and let the beasts be full. When the beasts are gone, they disperse.

This is the favorite legend of the mallet, every time he uses a hammer to crush human heads, he has a feeling of being like a monkey, the emperor of all beasts. This is a feeling that he never gets tired of thousands of times, and he feels that only at this time can he really live.

After cleaning up a few people around him, the head of the mallet saw Li Ping, who was frowning and looking around, and Li Ping's head with a strange hairstyle because he had not yet grown.

Li Ping also saw the mallet. The two looked at each other, and what Li Ping saw was a pair of bloodthirsty and excited eyes.

For a moment, Li couldn't help but feel that his mind was snatched by the murderous aura of the mallet, as if he was a slaughterhouse tied up cattle and sheep to be slaughtered. The mallet was very satisfied with Li Ping's reaction, which was the reaction of his favorite innocent person in the face of murderous aura, as if he was lying at his feet without resistance, letting the beast that sucked the brain marrow.

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At this time, the old man at the stern of the boat, under the pressure of the old monk's self-mutilating attack after being poisoned, the big gun had occasionally flashed the eighth spear flower, and it was running more and more smoothly.

Old man, in the process of breaking through.

The mallet head is bloodthirsty, the old farmer is proud, the monk is anxious, Li is frightened, and a variety of emotions fill the boat.

No one noticed, and the stern of the small boat that was moving with the waves suddenly sank slightly. Immediately afterwards, an oar broke through the air like a dragon and slashed at the old man of the dealer.

In the eyes of the old man, this oar, with a thick blood-colored slaughter, is not only at himself, but also at the ancient existence of heaven and earth, and the river that has flowed for thousands of years.

People are between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth have been split, and where can people hide?

The spear that stabbed at the old monk completely formed the eighth spear flower-

The wooden paddle comes out of the water, and the edge is somewhat blunt, as blunt as the palm edge.

No moves, no tricks, it's as simple as a split. "Click", the old man of the crop didn't even have time to howl miserably, and was directly split in half by this oar.

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For Li Ping, when looking at the mallet, there was only the mallet and himself on the boat.

For the mallet, Li Ping is just an ant with a strange hairstyle among the countless people who have his own mallet. For the mallet, more attention needs to be paid to the gods on the ship, monks, outsiders, old men and many others.

So, when the boatman was killing the old man with the crop, the mallet saw it. And he was disturbed by the momentum of the boatman, although it was only disturbed for a moment.

Buddhists say that twenty thoughts are a moment, and twenty moments are a flick of a finger.

One moment, twenty thoughts.

However, for Li Ping, who only had a mallet in his eyes, with the momentary distraction of the mallet, the whole person seemed to be like a wooden stake by the well behind Baiyun Tower, which was placed there directly.

It has nothing to do with martial arts, it has nothing to do with murderous energy, it has nothing to do with the mallet, it has nothing to do with the hammer in his hand.

At that moment, the mallet was the stake.

Without the slightest precaution or concern, he appeared in Li Ping's world like this, bringing him a surprise.

At this moment, Li Ping forgot the distance that Wang Qi said, and even forgot to be angry. Only the throat of the mallet head was enlarged in Li Ping's eyes, like the hole in the wooden stake that was pierced 20,000 times a day by the iron drill in Li Ping's hand.

So, gavel head, die.

When Li Ping withdrew the bloody iron hammer in his hand, the old peasant's iron spear had just fallen into the cabin.

And, at this time, Li didn't even have time to get up to the occasion. After this stab, it was even more tiring than the 20,000 stabs a day. Of course, Li Ping had never stabbed so fast.

There was instant silence on board. The Shenhui monk and the two people outside the staff also separated and stopped.

The situation in the cabin changed so quickly that everyone, including Li Ping, did not notice that Li Ping's stab without fireworks did not use any true qi.

The mallet head still maintained the posture of walking towards Li Ping, holding the hammer in his hand, with a weird smile on his distorted face, and half-turned to look in the direction of the old farmer. The difference is that under the throat, there is a bloody hole the size of a small thumb. Blood poured out of it, gradually soaking the shirt on his chest.

At the bottom of the bilge, the old peasant's internal organs were mixed with blood, gushing out of the two bodies, gurgling. Soaked in the iron spear, it instantly accumulated a small pool of red in the stern of the ship.

The boatman stood at the stern of the boat with his oars in his hands. The oars were nearly as long as they were, and the widest part was comparable to two palms, and they had been soaked in the river for many years, weighing more than 100 catties, and they were darker than the boatman's arms. The boatman raised the oars with his chest flat, and let the boat rise and fall along the river, and the oars did not move at all, and the momentum was awe-inspiring.

Inside the cabin, the situation turned immediately.

Li Ping, who was physically and mentally exhausted, didn't notice that at the moment after he retracted the iron drill, his staggering strength began to run slowly. Unlike in the past, Li urged with intention, this time it was a spontaneous operation. True Qi runs slowly between the several meridians selected by Li Ping, with a beginning and an end, flowing endlessly.